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bronzeagepizzeria · 1 year ago
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prompt: "don't worry, i’ll keep you safe." + tenrose. 🩷
thank you for the prompt! here’s 700 words of word vomit, set after the age of steel
send me a prompt + pairing! read on ao3
The Doctor was missing.
If Rose were to be honest with herself, it wasn’t one hundred percent out of the blue. He hadn’t wanted to stay in the first place—but she’d sensed he felt like he had to make something up to her, after everything that’d happened with Mickey, so she’d taken the plunge.
“It’s Mum’s fortieth, next week,” she’d said casually, staring at her feet. “And I was thinking…well—since we’re here, already…”
“You want to stay,” he’d surmised.
His tone was measured too, had been since they’d returned to the prime universe, each word careful and infused with thought. Like one slip would be enough for her to call it quits.
“We could,” she’d said, ignoring that. “It’s bound to make her feel better about the whole thing. Less lonely.” She was, of course, talking not only of Jackie.
The Doctor was tactful enough to not mention this. “We?” he’d repeated instead. “Alright.” He’d rocked back and forth on his heels a little, thinking hard. “It’s just…it’s very domestic, isn’t it? An entire week?”
It’d made her laugh, despite everything, so Rose had dried her eyes, taken his hand in hers and squeezed. “Don’t worry, Doctor,” she’d said lightly. “I’ll keep you safe.”
She hadn't really expected him to stick around the entire week, but he had. He’d made himself scarce, evidently of the belief that she needed some alone time with her mum, but he hadn’t snuck off to the TARDIS —hadn’t complained once about boring, linear life on the slow path.
Which was why she could probably let him get off with this one afternoon to himself—even if it was the day of the party itself he’d chosen to finally tire of her.
He was the Doctor, and he didn’t do domestics, and Rose couldn’t honestly expect him to stick around and chat with old Mrs Evans, could she?
(She could. She did.)
The thing about being a full time companion to an alien from another planet, was that people tended to have questions. People, who were currently milling about her tiny flat now, little slices of pastry clutched in their hands, said questions on their tongues.
“We heard you’ve been travelling. With a man.”
“But where do you go all year? And leaving your poor mum by herself…we hardly see you anymore.”
“And where is this travelling companion?”
And when she’d successfully darted all that, (something she thought was quite laudable, actually), they flipped the script and began serenading her with everything she’d missed out on.
It was dreadful. It was boring. It was hard to pretend like she cared that Mrs Evans had finally had her grandson.
She was completely out of place among these people—a fish out of her bowl, a Rose out of the TARDIS. She realised with a jolt that this was probably what the Doctor felt like all the time. The thought made her feel oddly empty.
Almost as if it was that that’d done it, the Doctor ducked through their doorway, plastic bag in hand, shrugging off his coat. “Hello,” he said, eyes bright. “Haven’t missed too much, have I?”
Silence fell across the flat, everyone’s curiosity piqued at the much awaited arrival of Rose’s mystery man. The Doctor either didn’t notice or he ignored them. Rose wasn’t sure.
He waded through people, smiling and nodding politely, his eyes fixed on Rose. It was the strangest feeling—like someone had set the world back on its axis—and she felt the unease seeping out of her, bit by bit.
“Sorry,” he said once he reached her, squeezing her into a half hug. “Only I just noticed you were out of milk. Thought I’d pop over to the shops.”
“Oh,” she said. So he hadn’t run away. Mickey usually brought over groceries for her mum when she wasn’t home.
The Doctor bit his lip, and she realised she’d said that last bit out loud.
“It’s alright.” She offered him a smile. “Thanks.”
He glanced around, moving to deposit the bag on a nearby shelf, before drawing her head into his chest, arms wrapping around her back. She only hesitated for a second, before melting into him. He wasn’t warm; he never was. But somehow it didn’t matter that she was out of place anymore.
With him, she fit.
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urfriendlywriter · 6 months ago
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20 angsty romance prompts part 2
(feel free to use <33 tag me when yall writeeee)
crying in your lover's arms
^ face buried in their chest, while their heart breaks at your every sob :(
"i wish i loved you less." but it is spat at the other person angrily, immediately being regretted after the words leave their mouth.
watching them cry and not knowing what to do (ouch-)
"why do you love me when you know i can't- shouldn't love you back?"
"you messed me up, you fcked me over and what- how dare i? how dare fckn you!"
"i am sorry. i am so so.. so.. sorry. please.. let me go."
"don't you dare do this to me- No! No, no, no, no- nono, hey, please!!"
"... why can't.. anybody see--that... I'm tired?... " (if written write, this wud traumatize me)
"I'm done waiting for you, [name]."
them literally on their knees, "please, please--just please trust me! Why is it so hard for you to believe me once?"
^ "how many times do i have to get hurt by trusting you!!?"
"i am not sorry that i don't love you. I'm sorry that you don't love yourself."
"i loved you, believe me. i did. then you turned into someone else, someone... scary."
"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO KEEP HURTING ME? why--why am i the one.. always losing everything..?"
"listen to me-" "No, no!" "my dear, i swear, that isn't what i meant." "oh yeah? i don't think so. you were pretty loud and clear back there."
"so.. you're just going to.. give up on me." "that is NOT what i meant-" "you're not willing to fight for me either. i think it's pretty clear, [name]."
hands trembling while holding their pale, bloodied face, "k-keep your eyes open, for fucks sake! PLEASE-please please, talk to me."
"promise me you'll be okay, and that you'll keep living. moving on, even without me." "only if you do the same." (this happened irl yall)
"you saved me then killed me all over again."
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docescene · 2 months ago
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List of Types of Kisses
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This list is divided by category, kiss type, emotion conveyed, and description. You can do whatever you want with this information.
More prompts!
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[BELLY KISS] Love, care: a gesture of affection and protection;
[CHEEK KISS] Respect, affection: gesture of greeting, friendship, or affection;
[CHIN KISS] Passion, desire: an intimate and sensual gesture.
[EAR KISS] Desire, intimacy: a sensual and provocative gesture;
[EYELID KISS] Love, affection: a delicate and romantic gesture;
[FOOT KISS] Adoration, devotion: a gesture of submission or adoration.
[FOREHEAD KISS] Love, care, comfort: a gesture of affection, protection, and tenderness;
[HAIR KISS] Affection, tenderness: a gesture of affection and care.
[HAND KISS] Admiration, reverence: a gesture of respect and admiration;
[KNEE KISS] Passion, desire: an intimate and sensual gesture;
[MOUTH KISS] Passion, love, desire: the most common, can vary in intensity and technique;
[NECK KISS] Desire, passion: a sensual and provocative gesture;
[NOSE KISS] Affection, complicity: a gesture of affection and intimacy;
[SHOULDER KISS] Passion, desire: an intimate and sensual gesture;
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Intensity
[CHASTEN KISS] Friendship, affection: a light touch on the lips, expressing affection and friendship;
[OVERWHELMING KISS] Passion, desire: a strong and urgent kiss, expressing intense passion;
[PASSIONATE KISS] Passion, love: an intense and desire-filled kiss, with tongue and light bites;
[SHY KISS] Insecurity, desire: a hesitant and delicate kiss, expressing insecurity and desire.
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[CINEMATIC KISS] Romance, idealization: a long and passionate kiss, idealized in movies;
[BUTTERFLY KISS] Romanticism, delicacy: kissing with eyelashes, expressing delicacy;
[ESKIMO KISS] Affection, friendship: rubbing noses, a gesture of affection in cold cultures;
[FISH KISS] Sensuality: kissing with lips slightly open;
[FRENCH KISS] Passion, desire: exchange of saliva and tongue movements;
[INVERTED KISS] Passion, adventure: kissing with bodies inverted, like in Spider-Man;
[LIZARD KISS] Sensuality, playfulness: licking the other person's lips;
[PECK] Friendship, affection: a quick and light touch of the lips;
[VAMPIRE KISS] Sensuality, mystery: kissing the neck with a slight suck.
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Context
[APOLOGY KISS] Regret, forgiveness: expressing regret and seeking reconciliation;
[COMFORT KISS] Compassion, comfort: expressing compassion and comfort;
[FAREWELL KISS] Longing, hope: expressing longing and hope for reunion;
[THANK-YOU KISS] Gratitude, recognition: expressing gratitude;
[WELCOME KISS] Joy, happiness: expressing happiness at seeing someone.
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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 11 months ago
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Phrases/Actions that have my legs divorcing
All 18+ Prompts | Part 1 of prompts
“Don’t you want to play with me?” 
“Look at me. I want you to watch you come on my fingers/cock/strap.” 
Watching in awe as your partner slides their finger into their mouth with your cum on it. 
“Yeah?” They say with a hint of teasing to their tone, “And what if I do this?” They say, changing their rhythm slightly and hitting your weak spot.
Toying with a piece of clothing, whether that be the collar of your shirt, slowly undoing your belt, sliding a finger under the waistband of your underwear before letting it snap back against your skin.(The last one ahhhh) 
Kissing down every inch of your body they possibly can, showing you how much they love you. 
^ Have them murmuring against your skin how beautiful/handsome you are 
“Tell me to stop and we stop. I don’t care what’s happening. All I care about is you.” 
Sighing softly at the shell of your ear so you can hear how much you affect them. 
“Behave, I wouldn’t want to have to punish you now.” 
 “Can’t you handle it, baby?” “I can-fuck, I can handle it.” 
“If you want something, you have to use your words.” 
 “Count them for me.” 
 Scraping their teeth over your neck to have a shiver of arousal run down your spine. 
“I bet they can’t fuck you like I can.”  
 Wrapping their fingers around your wrist and guiding you to where they desperately need you. 
“Remember who’s in charge here baby, I’d choose your next words carefully.” 
 “Act like a brat and I’ll treat you like a brat.” 
“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over all the noise you were making.” (Someone write an enemies with benefits to this I beg) 
 “Don’t be shy baby, I love the way you moan my name.”
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scealaiscoite · 2 months ago
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⋆˚࿔ build-a-fic 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
➴ chose a line of dialogue, an emotion and a setting (a number, letter, + a creature), and write/request to your heart’s content!
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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ a piece of dialogue
꒰ 1 ꒱ “i can’t fucking believe this.”
꒰ 2 ꒱ “what they said back there. is it true?”
꒰ 3 ꒱ “it’s not safe here anymore- we need to leave. now!”
꒰ 4 ꒱ “you know how much i care about you.”
꒰ 5 ꒱ “they’re never going to hurt you again.”
꒰ 6 ꒱ “here, let’s get you warmed up.”
꒰ 7 ꒱ “i didn’t do it. please, you have to believe me!”
꒰ 8 ꒱ “i’m taking you home, and that’s that.”
꒰ 9 ꒱ “do you trust me?”
꒰ 10 ꒱ “i can’t sleep either. mind if i join you?”
꒰ 11 ꒱ “you’re not your worst mistake.”
꒰ 12 ꒱ “try and eat, if you can. it’ll make you feel better.”
꒰ 13 ꒱ “i say this with all the love in my heart, but you look like shit.”
꒰ 14 ꒱ “they’re going to surround us. we need to get ready.”
꒰ 15 ꒱ “i need you to leave.”
꒰ 16 ꒱ “we can’t be seen together like this. not anymore.”
꒰ 17 ꒱ “it’s dangerous. i need you to know that before you agree.”
꒰ 18 ꒱ “it’s just one night- surely sharing a bed for that long won’t kill us.”
꒰ 19 ꒱ “it’s getting dark, we should think about heading back.”
꒰ 20 ꒱ “what have i told you about coming here?!”
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ an emotion
꒰ A ꒱ disdain
꒰ B ꒱ grief
꒰ C ꒱ ecstasy
꒰ D ꒱ disbelief
꒰ E ꒱ anxiety
꒰ F ꒱ contentment
꒰ G ꒱ drunkenness
꒰ H ꒱ enjoyment
꒰ I ꒱ confusion
꒰ J ꒱ fear
꒰ K ꒱ hunger
꒰ L ꒱ relief
꒰ M ꒱ distrust
꒰ N ꒱ fondness
꒰ O ꒱ delight
꒰ P ꒱ hurt
꒰ Q ꒱ love
꒰ R ꒱ sickness
꒰ S ꒱ exhaustion
꒰ T ꒱ betrayal
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ a setting
꒰ 𓆉 ꒱ the corner bed in a hospital ward
꒰ 𓅨 ꒱ a spare bedroom
꒰ 𓆣 ꒱ an alleyway behind a dive bar
꒰ 𓃰 ꒱ a mountainside shrouded in fog
꒰ 𓃗 ꒱ a skeevy motel just off the highway
꒰ 𓃱 ꒱ a barren industrial plant in the middle of nowhere
꒰ 𓃟 ꒱ the lush, indulgent foyer of a member’s only club
꒰ 𓆟 ꒱ the war room of a military blacksite
꒰ 𓆈 ꒱ the produce aisle of a 24/7 supermarket
꒰ 𓅫 ꒱ the bedside of someone who doesn’t want you there
꒰ 𓅟 ꒱ the walk-in fridge of a failing restaurant
꒰ 𓃵 ꒱ a rickety old barn’s hayloft
꒰ 𓃓 ꒱ at work, far later than you should be
꒰ 𓆌 ꒱ a stranger’s bed at dawn
꒰ 𓆏 ꒱ an airplane hanger
꒰ 𓅭 ꒱ a medical bay that stinks of antiseptic and fear
꒰ 𓆗 ꒱ the kitchen of a derelict house
꒰ 𓃢 ꒱ the dressing room of a luxury department store
꒰ 𓆧 ꒱ the place where grassy plains meet desert dunes
꒰ 𓃔 ꒱ a beach at low tide
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alienzil · 4 months ago
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DP x DC Prompt/notion # 5
Bruce finished logging the last details of tonight’s patrol and reluctantly pulled up contingency file PT-961. “Hnn,” he grunted to the empty cave, staring at the folder on screen but making no move to open it yet. His children were all out for the evening with various excuses: doing research on a case, homework, visiting a friend, etc. He knew they were really with Fenton for a movie night of course…the third such movie night in the last several months since they started sneaking over to visit the man.
He'd put this off long enough, making excuses to himself about assessing the situation before coming to any conclusions, it was past time he did something about it.
Cli-click. There. The file was open.
He’d made this contingency plan years ago, creating it only a days after Dick had moved into the manor and updating as needed as the family had grown but it hadn’t been touched for years.
PT-961 In The Event That More than 50% of the Children Form an Attachment to a New Parental Figure (see file HM-962 if less than 50%) 1. Initial Research: a. Attachment levels – see pages 1-36, graphs I-XLVII b. Assessment of New Parental Figure c. Background and character 2. Intentions – harmful a. If wanting money see contingency files (GD-01 to GD-207) b. If mind control – magic see contingency files (SMM-M-01 to SMM-M-508) c. If mind control – science see contingency files (NAM-ES-01 to NAM-ES-904) d. If criminal intentions see contingency files (CAP-C-201 to CAP-C-508) 3. Intentions – positive a. Option 1. Hire them - See Family reaction projections pages 37-75 - See likelihood of job acceptance pages 76-94 - See possible outcome projections pages 95-127 Note: Option 1 has the highest likelihood of job acceptance and a positive outcome in the event New Parental Figure has an annual income of less than $42,300 and/or is greater than or equal to age 57. b. Option 2. No interference/Let the Children decide what to do - See Children’s time projections pages 128-209, graphs XLVIII-LXX - See possible mission/patrol interference scenarios pages 210-293 - See possible outcomes pages 294-362 Note: Projections for Option 2 show a near 100% likelihood of interference with patrols/mission. Note: Interference resulting in increased potential for injury or delay in treatment of injuries estimated to be 68-94% more likely. c. Option 3. Custody arrangement - See potential arrangements pages 363-482, graphs LXXI-XC - See possible outcomes pages 363-401 Note: The majority of projections show Option 3 is unlikely to be successful. Both the children and New Parental Figure are predicted to be uncooperative in time and custody arrangements with no other controlling factors. d. Option 4. Engage in a relationship - See family reactions page 402-481 - See New Parental Figure reactions pages 482-568 - See possible outcomes pages 569-757 Note: For possible romantic or similar relationships see contingency files (DM-401 to DM-879) Note: In the event Option 1 is nonviable, Option 4 has the highest likelihood of a positive outcome. e. Option 5. Arrange for New Parental Figure to leave - See contingency files (ROI-G-301 to ROI-G-809) Note: High likelihood of one or more children discovering the arrangement for the removal of New Parental Figure leading to high likelihood of estrangement. Also likely to be ethically questionable.
Bruce double checked his notes on Daniel James Fenton. He was 2 years younger than Bruce, earned a high income as a freelance engineer and had multiple patents that gave him enough passive income from royalties that he could easily maintain his current lifestyle without working. There were no indications of any criminal history or ill intentions and thus far all of his interactions with the children appear to have been positive. More than positive given that every single one of his kids was now “secretly” (or secretly in so far as they were aware) spending time with him.
He steepled his hands in front of his face and focused on the data displayed on screen.  The best option to take in this case was obvious.
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Ding-Dong! “I’m coming!” Danny yelled as he dropped the laundry basket on the couch and headed for the front door. “Why is there always a package delivery on laundry day?” he muttered to himself. Well, hopefully the delivery guy wouldn’t mind his no clean laundry ensemble. Surely, they’d seen worse than Danny’s ancient, too small NASA t-shirt and the bat themed pajama pants Sam bought for him when he moved to Gotham.
“Hi there, sorry I was doing laundry and…uhh…you’re not the delivery guy”. Danny stared at a sharply dressed smiling man holding a dozen roses on the other side of his door.
“No, I’m Bruce Wayne. I-“
“Oh, shit”
Bruce’s eyes narrowed. “You know.”
“Umm…” Danny gulped. He was not expecting to deal with Batman on laundry day! “Yes?” He straightened himself, squared his shoulders and looked Bruce Wayne AKA Batman, the father of the kids that his core had recently come to recognize as his own, in the eyes. “Yes,” he said firmly. “I know.”
“Hnnn…” Bruce’s voice dropped a few octaves. Not quite Batman’s signature growl but much lower than he had been speaking. “Well then, that simplifies things. These are for you. Would you like to go out to dinner with me?”
“…What?!”
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spacedace · 7 months ago
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Yall someone on reddit made a list of reverse writing tropes as prompts and I'm losing my damn mind over them:
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I want to write something for each and every one of these. I already have ideas for some of them holy shit I love these 🤣
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me-writes-prompts · 5 months ago
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:-"Soft things people in love do that makes me want to fall in love" prompts-:
(Tag me if you guys write these!!!! yeeeeee)
By @me-writes-prompts
Letting them sit in their seat during a train/bus transaction
Making food for each other as surprise
Picnic dates^^
"We could just stay like this, cuddling all day, if you want."
Random kisses on lips/hands/neck >\\\<
Giving them a head massage while they listen to the other one talk about their day
Late-night star gazing when they can't sleep
^^ "The stars are bright tonight, aren't they?" "Not as bright as you, love." and they pull them into a kiss because they start to laugh at the cheesiness.
Leaning their heads on each other's
"I know you're struggling right now, and it's okay, okay? We'll get through this."
"I left you a note, did you read it?" "Yeah, I left you one back to tell you I read it!" <3333
"I can't believe you remember the day we first had our kiss!" "It's an important day that needs to be remembered forever :)"
"Is it too early to say I love you? Because I do. I love you so much." "Aww, I love you too. So much."
Making the other one DIY bracelets/rings/etc with their names.
^^"This is lovely! But you spelled your name wrong, darling." "Oh...heh, guess I got carried away huh?"
Board game nights where their competitive sides come out
"I hope you know that I'll never leave your side, even though you ate half of my pancakes earlier." "Hmm, I won't either, even though you take my clothes and never return them."
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sicktember · 5 months ago
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The Official Sicktember 2024 Prompts List
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Event FAQ Text Post [Link to Post]
2024 Prompt-Based Resources [Link to Post]
Past Prompts Text Post [Link to Post]
How to Submit Content for promotion [Link to Post]
Sicktember 2024 AO3 Collection [Link]
Announcements [Link to #Event Notice]
** Text Version of the 2024 Prompts Can be Found Below.
“I’m not hungover, I’m just sick” (Or vise versa)
Too Much of a Good Thing/Overindulgence
Campus/Con Crud
“Great. I Got a Cold for My Birthday.”
Rogue Organ (tonsils, spleen, appendix, gall bladder ect…)
Dizziness/Vertigo
Borrowed Hoodie
“The closest doctor is probably hours away from here!”
Overdramatic Patient/Caretaker 
The Sniffles ™ 
Medieval Treatment
“You’re not fine, you’re throwing up/coughing up a lung”
Mononucleosis
Clean Sheets/Fresh Pajamas
"Who decided __ is ‘sick people food?’"
Toxin/Poison
Brain Fog/Spaced Out 
“My body is one big ache”
Hypochondriac Tendencies 
Medication Bribery
Anaphylactic Response
“You didn’t use my cup, did you?”
Under a Spell
 Tales From the Waiting Room
Summer Flu
Heart Condition/Cardiac Arrest
“This is non-negotiable"
Pulling a ‘Ferris Bueller’
Sick on a Road Trip
Past Prompt of Your Choice! 
Alts
Hospital Bed
“I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
First Aid Kit
Flushed Cheeks
Doctor's Note
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blooming-violets · 7 months ago
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private #5 bent over a table while somethings baking in the oven. is it too much to ask for tasm peter parker bending reader over?
[location based smut prompts]
The To-Do List
[tasm peter x fem!reader]
(reader is described as having a ponytail that is long enough for Peter to wrap around his hand and use as leverage)
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His birthday cake was nestled happily inside the heated oven. 
She got up early to make it for his special day. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail to keep out of her face while she had prepped and she was still in her pajamas from this morning. She had planned to have the cake in the oven, get her shower done, and place out his presents on the table all before he woke up. 
Peter, of course, had other ideas. 
He leaned against the kitchen doorway with a lopsided grin as he sleepily took in the sight of her. She paused when she saw him there, silent as ever, and crossed her arms. 
“You are not supposed to be awake for another hour,” she chastised. 
Thirty-five looked good on him. Every year he seemed to get more and more handsome. 
His eye wrinkles grew as his smile widened. A strand of dark hair fell down his forehead and he absentmindedly brushed it away. He was shirtless with nothing but a pair of dark boxers to keep him decent. 
She admired how defined his chest was. A hinting of his six pack was peeking out from just under the surface of his lean body. 
“I smelled cake.” His voice was thick and scratchy with lingering sleep. Peter’s morning voice was one the sexiest sounds she’d ever heard. 
She smiled as she rolled her eyes. It had hardly been in the oven for more than five minutes and it was already enough to get him out of bed. 
“The kitchen is a mess. I was going to clean it all up and have your presents out and I was going to be all dressed up and looking extra cute. You ruined it all with your stupid nose.” 
Peter laughed as he strode across the room to slip his arms around her waist. She looked up to admire him and wiped at a staining of toothpaste still clinging to the side of his lips. She caught it with her thumb and shoved it back into his mouth while he licked it off. 
“You already look extra cute,” he mumbled around her thumb. 
“I’m literally wearing your old, hole filled shirt and bright pink fluffy pants. This is not how I wanted you to see me this morning. It’s your birthday. I wanted it to be special.” She tugged her thumb back with a huff. 
Peter stepped back to appreciate her outfit in the morning light. She had already been in bed by the time he crawled through their window last night.
“I like it,” he stated. “It’s hipster.” 
She let out a laugh in response, “I don’t think you know what hipster means, babe.” 
Peter shrugged, “It means you dress like a bum, right?” 
“Oh my god, why don’t you go back to bed and try this again in an hour when everything is all set up, okay?” 
“No,” he whined. He latched himself onto her back, snaking his arms tightly around her stomach to press her against him. “I’m up. It’s my birthday. Say happy birthday to me and tell me you love me.” 
She grinned, snuggling back against his bare chest, “Happy birthday and I love you.” 
“That sounded insincere but I will take it.” His hand slipped up under her loose shirt to cup a warm hand over her breast, lazily palming it while he nibbled at the edge of her ear. He always liked the feeling of her nipple coming to life and growing harder against his hand. He held onto her chest like one might cling to the safety of a favorite stuffed animal. 
She groaned, “Your presents were supposed to be all set out nicely on the table. Instead you’re just greeted with a kitchen disaster of my cake baking. Are you sure you don’t want to sleep for another hour? I know you’re tired from last night. You were out late.” 
Peter began to slowly waddle them back and forth towards the kitchen table, refusing to release his grip from around her waist or remove his hand from her breast, “I know of a present I can unwrap right here…” 
She gasped under her breath, “Peter. This is no time. I’ve got a list of things to do.”
She felt him laugh quietly against her ear.
“Yeah and I’ve got a list of things to do, too. A whole list. Let’s see what the first thing to do is…” he pretended like he was reading off an imaginary piece of paper as he checked it over. “Ah, yes!” 
He slipped his hands out from her shirt and placed a gentle hand between her shoulder blades to bend her over the kitchen table. With a quick swoop, he tugged down both her pants and underwear, leaving them hanging around her ankles. She let out a shocked cry.
“Unwrap presents…check!” He chuckled to himself, giving her bare ass a soft slap. “And what a beautiful present it is. Couldn’t have asked for anything better. Wow, you really know me, baby, I’m super impressed.” 
“Peter,” she whined, pushing herself back up. “Not fair. I haven’t showered. I’ve got to get ready. I’ve-”
He cut her off with a kiss. His lips crashed against her and his tongue forced its way into her mouth to stop her from trying to protest further. She could taste the mint from his toothpaste still clinging to his tongue and she moaned as he pressed his hips into hers. He was growing harder by the second. 
“Shut up,” he mumbled against her lips with a smile. “My birthday. My rules.” 
“Okay,” she said with a dreamy sigh. It wasn’t hard to convince her. Her complaints were more for show than anything else. If Peter wanted her, he had her. “I love you, Pete.” 
“If you love me so much then why don’t you take off that shirt so I can see my second present.”
She did as she was told, stripping it from her body, until she was standing naked before him. The bulge in his boxers twitched which made her smile. She loved the fact that she could make him so hard from sight alone. 
Peter’s hand reached out to brush a calloused thumb across her hardened nipple, “Beautiful.”
He lifted her up onto the table so she was sitting closer to him and he moved between her legs. They wrapped around him so she could feel the heat of him soaking through his boxers and against her pussy. His eyes traveled down to her chest, taking in the sight, and sighing happily. His head dipped down so he could capture the waiting bud between his wet lips. 
She let out a satisfied moan and ran her fingers through the back of his hair while suckled on her. His tongue bathed her breast, teeth nipping at her nipple, and soothing it over with quick kisses and light sucking motions. His mouth was magic. He didn’t even need to touch her pussy for her to already be soaking through his boxers as she ground against him. 
“Feel that?” He groaned, bucking his hips. “Feel how hard I am?” 
She whimpered.
“All for you,” he whispered, finding her lips once more to kiss her deeply. 
All for her. 
It was his birthday. She should probably be getting down on his knees for him and sucking him off or tending to him in some way but she was nothing but putty in his hands. Lost in the feeling of seduction he was casting over her. 
Peter dragged her down off the table, smirking at the wet spot she had left behind, and spun her around. He folded her back in half over the table, scraping his nails down the length of her spine and over the swell of her ass. 
“The next thing on my to-do list,” he breathed, his voice low and deep. “Is you.”
She heard him discarding his boxers and suddenly felt the wet, hot tip of cock slide up her open folds. She was more than ready for him. He never had to do much to have her begging for more. Her hips grinded against the air as if trying to draw him in closer but he only continued to tease her with the tip.
“Someone’s eager,” he commended, giving her ass another slap. 
“Peter, please,” she gasped. 
He kept up his tantalizing torture. Every time his cock bumped over her aching clit, her hips would jerk backwards, and she’d let out a quiet cry.
“Please what?” He asked with an air of innocence. 
She groaned at his teasing, “Please fuck me! I want you to fuck me.”
“Aww,” he cooed. “Does my poor baby need my cock?” 
She whined and nodded. 
“You got up so early, didn’t you?” His nails dragged along her hips, making her squirm, as she humped frantically in an attempt to get at his cock. “You got up early to make my birthday so special. You baked me a cake. It smells amazing, doesn’t it? Smell it, baby.”
Her eyes widened in frustration, “Peter! Fuck me! Please, stop it.”
He ignored her pleas, getting off of them, as his cock twitched between her thighs, “Did you slip that cake into the oven just for me?”
She was nearly sobbing from her own arousal, ready to attack him if he didn’t shut up and fuck her soon. She arched her back to better entice him, wagging her ass and rubbing it against his hips. She pushed herself up with her arms so he could get a peeking view of her tits swaying in wait for him. 
That seemed to do the trick because he had gone silent as he stared.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Happy birthday to me.” 
“I want it hard, Peter. Use me,” she whispered in an effort to finally push him over the edge. “I’m yours.”
He lined up his cock to her entrance and eased himself inside. She nearly doubled over against the table at the delicious feeling that flooded through her body. 
“Yes, yes, thank you, baby, thank you,” she cried. 
“You really love this cock, don’t you?” He breathed. “Do you love this cock more than me?” 
“No, baby, never. I could never-”
He pulled out and rammed the full, thick length back into her with a loud slap. 
She shrieked, falling forward into a flurry of mumbled moans, “I do, I do, I do. I love it more than you. I love it more than anything.” Tears pricked in her eyes from the overwhelming sensations taking over. 
Peter chuckled to himself, “That’s my girl.”
Her ass slapped against his body with each plunging drive of his cock as he took her. Fast and hard, just like she asked. Every thrust felt like it was reverberating through her, waking up all her senses, making her feel more alive than ever before. It was sheer bliss. Anticipation already began to build. He knew exactly how hard to take her. Peter could be rough but he never went past her limits. He knew her inside and out. He knew just where to push her before retreating back to safety. The sounds of her tumbling moans and each inhale of breath was all he needed to direct his path. 
He was filling her body, stretching her, taking her, building her up to that beautiful place of divinity. Her nails clawed at the table, scratching at the wood, trying to find some kind of purchase to steady herself with. 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Peter!” She cried. 
“That’s it, baby,” he panted. “I got you. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” 
He wrapped her ponytail around his hand and jerked her head upwards. She arched her back to accommodate the move as he held her against him. She could feel his ragged breaths against her cheek and listened to his erotic panting in her ear. The sound was enough to almost send her flying straight into an orgasm. 
The hand not keeping a tight hold of her ponytail wrapped around her to grab at her chest. He molded her breast between strong hands. 
She loved taking his cock. Loved it so deep. Thrusting. Hard. Stretching her. Forcing her to take him. Peter was thick. Thickest man she had ever been with. He pushed her walls to their max. His beautiful body and the sounds he made when he fucked her where like heaven to her ears. 
That familiar, sensual pressure began to grow inside of her with shallow waves lapping at the edges of her mind. Soon they would turn into giant swells. Taking her over until it was all she could feel. 
His hand slipped from her ponytail to wrap around her neck. He gave a gentle squeeze. Nothing too forceful but enough to send her flying even faster towards that tsunami of pleasure. She was so close. So ready. 
“Harder, Peter,” she sobbed. “Hard. Please. I’m-I’m…close…need it hard. Take me.” 
Peter was never to deny a request like that. He shoved her back over the table and tumbled on top of her, humping frantically with long, heavy strokes into her cunt. He could feel her walls tightening. He could feel her body changing. 
“Come on, baby,” he urged her. “Cum on my cock. Cum for me. Let me feel you.”
The universe exploded into blinding light. 
She didn’t care how loud she was. Didn’t care if the neighbors would hear. In fact, she wanted them to. She wanted them to know exactly how well Peter Parker could fuck his woman. 
Her toes curled and her legs kicked up as the sensory overload rocketed through her with golden waves of pure dopamine. 
Peter took her straight to the edge and held her there, spasming and sobbing, as he continued to fuck her through the orgasm. Even as the waves slowly receded, they still lingered in tiny aftershocks, due to his relentless pounding. He had gotten her where she needed to be and now it was his turn. 
He reangled himself into her, getting a better grip as he held onto her hips, and switched up his rhythm to slow. Peter liked to feel everything. He wanted to drag it out and feel her body wrapped around him. From fast and hard to slow and steady. His change of pace caused a low, drawn out moan to escape from her throat. 
“You like that, baby?” He panted. “You like feeling every inch of me?”
All she could do was whimper in response as her sex spasmed again around him. This was a man who knew how to lengthen an orgasm. She was completely helpless to him. Her body was his play thing. 
“Let me hear how much you love me, baby,” he whispered down in her ear as his cock buried straight to the hilt inside of her. “Let me hear you.”
She struggled to make any noise besides sobbing whimpers and broken cries. 
He moaned in response, “That’s it. Those are those sounds that I love so much. My poor baby, all ravaged on my cock. Can’t even speak.” 
He gave a small shudder and she knew he was close. She did her best to work her hips to meet his thrusts, squeezing him with her walls, sucking him in, clenching down. 
“That’s good, baby, that’s good.” He moaned, his voice slowly losing itself as he got closer to the edge. “Ooh, fuck, keep that up. ‘M gon’na cum inside ya’kay?” 
She loved it when he filled her. She loved feeling him drip down her leg as she carried him around with her. She would bathe in his semen if he wished it. It was his birthday, after all. The birthday boy could come wherever he pleased. 
His long, slow strokes worked her up as another, tiny orgasm rippled through her. That seemed to be all he needed to follow. 
Peter let out a low groan, his thrusts become more unrestrained with each passing second, and she took him. All of him. 
With the sweetest of cries, he emptied himself inside of her. She could feel him swell and pulse until she was impossibly full. That tiny orgasm grew into something much bigger, taking over her body along with him, as she felt him collapse on top of her, both shaking, as he bit at her shoulders with soft, love bites until he finally calmed down. 
He stayed like that, laid against her back and squishing her into the table, until he cock began to soften and he sadly slid back out. She tumbled back into his arms as they both fell to the spooning position against the kitchen floor. Naked, wet, and breathing heavily. 
Peter’s hand found the comfort of her breast once more. 
“Mmm,” he hummed. “Best present I could ask for. Thank you, baby. You’re too good to me.” 
She grunted in response, still finding words to fail her. Instead, she rolled over in his arms, hooking her leg through his, and leaving a trail of kisses across his face to show much she adored him.  
His eyes closed as he smiled happily at the feeling. 
Eventually she would have to get up. Eventually she would have to shower and get dressed and clean the kitchen and set up his presents and frost the cake…but for now…
For now she was happy to just lay here on the floor in his arms.
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keyotosprompts · 8 months ago
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you're the thoughts that can't be tamed ⊹₊。ꕤ
some ways to build tension
⇴ holding person b's hand longer than usual, just because person a craves the skinship. meanwhile, the person b is practically on fire and keeps glancing at person a.
⇴ "and if you're not ready for this right now, then i can wait–" and the other person cuts them off with a kiss.
⇴ cutting people off with kisses in general. something so endearing about not being able to contain your love for someone that you have to express it asap.
⇴ that silence before a long, deep conversation between person a and person b. they're both looking around at anything but each other, when both parties want nothing more than to desperately reach out. (like they're spiraling not being able to talk to each other)
⇴ "so..." "so."
⇴ that feeling when person a knows there's someone behind them, but is too nervous to check in case it's person b. meanwhile, person b is highly anticipating person a to look back.
⇴ always (and i mean ALWAYS) managing to find each other even through the busiest of crowds. and having that moment where you two make eye contact across the room.
⇴ rubbing/scratching a body part (ex. back) and person a's hand lingers a little too low on accident. but they're freaking out and don't know what to do, so they just keep their hand where it is.
⇴ "if you wanna say something, now's your chance."
⇴ slowly watching person a walk away, even though person b wants them to stay. so, person b runs and tries to catch up with person a before they leave.
⇴ one bed trope except they can't even build the classic wall of pillows. the bed is tiny, so person a and b have to lay so close together that a can feel b's heartbeat pounding.
⇴ ^^ "are you cold?" person b asks even though they can feel their body heat radiating over person a.
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bronzeagepizzeria · 1 year ago
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From the prompt list, “Instinctively pressing your hands against your lover's cheek as they passionately rave, only for them to stop talking and gape, completely distracted by the lack of distance”, pleaseeee 🥹🥹🥹 it’s so Ten(too) coded <3
had to tweak the prompt a little because i thought it was sort of abrupt otherwise. 300 words, tenrose, takes place before army of ghosts (careful what you guys are asking of me i don't like my ten too happy hahahaaha)
send me a prompt + ship!
Contrary to popular opinion, the Doctor actually did know when he was beginning to go a little overboard in his explanations.
Stopping himself from doing so, however? That was an entirely different matter.
Still. Rose humoured him more than most. She never looked annoyed or exasperated, (unlike her mother, who never hesitated to smack him upside the head when his gob got going), and he always felt at ease, somehow--like time itself was slowing down, just for the two of them to have this conversation.
Even if he knew perfectly well that the warmth in her eyes wasn't for whatever it was he was going on about, but for him.
Ah.
He ruminated on that for a short while, his treacherous mind wandering down several pathways it had no business wandering down, before rejoining the actively extrapolating on the history of Riskyan ice-cream parts of him.
"...a fondness for mint," he was saying. "Their evolved tastebuds help enhance..."
His mind stuttered to a stop when Rose reached out with one thumb to wipe at his cheek.
"Sorry," she said, reddening. "You've got some...dirt...there..." She applied a little pressure with the finger, rubbing back and forth across his skin until she was satisfied.
Her hand lingered.
Maybe a little longer than strictly necessary.
Probably trying to get it all off, he reasoned. Probably trying to make sure there was none left. Perfectly normal and companion-y and actually quite courteous of her, if he said so himself, and certainly not something that was giving him the frankly insane idea to seize her wrist and give the appendage a kiss.
He wouldn't. He couldn't.
He might, if she didn't move away soon.
Rose withdrew her hand to wipe at the corner of her own mouth, and the moment was broken. "You were saying?"
"Thumbs," he said stupidly.
"Thumbs?" Rose laughed, big and happy, and something heavy settled in his gut.
"Thumbs," he agreed. He hesitated. Then, "About time we dropped in on your mum, isn't it?"
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cosmophoriia · 8 months ago
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"i made it so obvious" : angry love confessions. 𝜗𝜚
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ღ request from: @inlovewithpandora. Prompt request for angry love confession where character b is oblivious and doesn’t realize that character a has a crush on them and character a gets fed up with character b acting clueless so while character b is talking to them about their love life character a blurts out their feelings
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"how can you not know, i made it so obvious!" "clearly, you didn't make it that clear!"
“i’ve had feelings for you for so long.”
“it’s a bit frustrating to how oblivious you are.”
“how did you not notice, i always flirted with you.”
“you deserve someone who would treat you right.” “who might that be?” “… how about me?”
“i’m right in front of you.”
character b going on and on about how they never find someone and character a is just looking at them ready to snap.
“you just got to be fucking kidding me, right?”
“are you messing with me?” “no, why would you think that?” “because i gave you all the signs to me liking you and you haven’t notice one bit.”
“why are you so clueless?”
“did you ever stop and think that maybe just maybe the person you’re looking for is me?”
character a choosing to ignore character b for a while after b goes out on a tinder date and b is so confused on why a been avoiding them.
^ “did i do something wrong?”
“what do i have to do or say for you to notice that i’m in love with you?”
“everyone knew but you!”
character a having to hear character b talk about the sweet gifts that character c claimed they sent reader.
^ "they didn't send you those gifts, i did!"
"wait... you're in love with me?"
"why do you care!" "because i’m in love with you!"
"you claim to know everything about me but you never noticed that i’ve feelings for you, not even once?”
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on-leatheredwings · 7 months ago
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yandere subversion tropes i like to think about
yandere that pushes reader to the edge, so reader snaps and kidnaps/imprisons them
yandere who stalks and surveils, not knowing the reader is highly aware of the fact and enjoys the attention
reader is a former yandere who resists their new yandere's advances at first, out of fear of rejection. once they feel it's safe to be emotionally vulnerable, the reader turns out to be much, much worse than their yandere
the yandere is the protagonist of the narrative, not the reader
reader already has a partner, so the yandere is initially jealous. but right before yandere manages to dispose of your partner, they end up falling for them as well (polyam ending)
yandere who's actually quite bad at stalking/sneaking around, so the secret spy!reader encourages them to do better by offering pointers
reader has been yandere's yandere all along, and is glad they finally got their yandere to notice them. reader pretends to be oblivious the whole time
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voidfxndoms · 8 months ago
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Fluff prompts ❄
partial source: thief_queen on Wattpad
"You're breathtaking."
"I love it when you laugh."
"If you try to tickle me one more time, I swear you will not get another kiss for a week."
"I never want to forget this moment."
"Here, take my jacket."
"Wanna bet?"
"I brought you dinner."
"Let me hold it for you."
"Here, let me help you."
"How did I get so lucky?"
"You're the best thing to have ever happened to me."
"I will never leave you."
"You have such a beautiful smile."
"Talk to me."
"I got you."
"You look really good in my shirt."
"Come back to bed."
"Hold me."
"I dreamed of you."
"Have I told you 'I love you' today?"
"I'm so lucky to have you."
"I missed you."
"Hey, Look at me. I love you, okay?"
"You live in my head rent-free."
"I've seen the way you look at me."
"I think I like you, and it freaks me out because I don't know what to do or say."
"You make me nervous."
"You make me feel safe."
"I trust you."
"You're so cute I could just kiss you right now!"
"Not to be dramatic, but... I would jump off a cliff for you."
"What I'm trying to say is... I like you."
"Did you just confess your feelings to me?"
"Will you stay the night?"
"You drive me mad."
"I love you so much it physically hurts."
"I will stop loving you when apples start growing on mango trees."
"So... are you just gonna keep staring or are you going to kiss me?"
"All I can think of is you."
"Put your lips on mine."
"I can't be without you."
"Please don't leave me like that ever again. It scared me."
"How long are you gonna keep denying you feel the same?"
"You're my kryptonite."
"I can't say no to those eyes."
"You're so cute when you get angry."
"I will never get tired of you."
"I'd like my good morning kiss now, thank you very much"
"I'm proud of you."
"You remembered?"
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Kinktober - Day 16
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16th — toys, Lando Norris
The previous day I The next day I Kinktober masterlist I Main list
"What about you honey, how is work going?" Lando's mom asks from the other end of the table.
"It's going great actually, not to jinx it but I might be getting a-" You gasp when you feel the vibrations inside you.
"A what?" His dad questions.
"Go on my love, tell them." You glare at your boyfriend that thinks it's so funny to tease you right now.
"A p-promotion. You clear your throat trying to get yourself together.
As Lando's parents congratulate you in your head you're just thinking that this was such a terrible idea. It seemed so exciting when you first talked about it but not so much in this moment as you rub your thighs together feeling the little egg vibrator deep inside you. To his parents he seems to be just casually playing with his phone, but you knew the app he had open like the back on your hand and every time you see his thumb moving up you press your lips together to hold in a moan.
You try to keep the conversation going but it's getting harder as you can feel your panties get soaked by the second. You sneak some glances at him but he just looks so relaxed and chill like he's not making a mess out of you as he draws random shapes with his finger on the screen.
After some time you're practically dripping on your chair and you don't know how much more you can take before you either give into the pleasure and let yourself cum in the middle of the restaurant or just sneak a hand between your legs and pull the toy out.
"I'll be right back." You politely excuse yourself deciding to go for a third safer option.
You walk to the bathroom, struggling to walk normally with your legs just wanting to give in, but as you're closing the door a hand stops it. Lando steps inside locking the door behind him.
"What are you doing?" He teases. "This is not what we agreed."
"I know, I just." You whimper, legs shaking. "I can't take it anymore."
"C'mon baby, I know you can." He steps closer, phone on his hand making the vibrator hit its highest setting only to drop it down to nothing.
"Lando, please..." You plea letting yourself lean back against the wall.
"What is it?" He smirks. "Do you or do you not want to cum?"
"I do..." You bite your lip as the vibrations go back up.
"Then come back to the table." His voice is dark and full of lust.
"I can't..." You moan taking his free hand under your dress to feel your drenched underwear. "Do you think I can go back like this?"
"Damn baby, I didn't know you were this wet." Pulling your panties to the side he runs a finger between your folds pushing it inside you until he feels the toy vibrate against his fingertip.
You hold his shoulders for support, moaning loudly without caring if everybody can hear you outside this bathroom, all you want is to cum and by the way he moves the vibrator inside you it won't take long.
“Don’t you just love it, darling?” His eyes didn’t leave your swollen core. One huge sweet smile painted on his face, such a contrast from all of the scenarios in his head. “Do you love me doing this to you?”
You could only answer him with a rapid nod. Head unable to make up a word, making your mouth to just let out countless whines and mumbles. Your hips moved slightly, getting closer to the toys in hope for them to get you closer to your high. Again.
“Greedy baby wanted more of my toys, hm?” He pressed the vibrator harder to your clit as he moved the silicone dildo faster.
Your screams echoed through the walls, your back arched to the wall. Your sight blurred as your eyes started to prick with tears. “I– I’m close, Lan. I– Want you please. Want to cum on you.” You’re just spitting every word you can make at this point.”
Lando giggled as he looked at you pleading. He put the toys beside on the sink as he try to undo his belt, “And my princess will get whatever she wants.”
Once his pants is off, he grabbed your waist to flip you against the sink, your face now facing the mirror inthe bathroom. Butterfly kisses were left by him on your shoulder blade as he pushed into you in one push. Moans and groans merged together as your warm walls wrapped him tightly.
“I’ve fucked you with that toy yet you’re still this tight– Fuck.” He bit the skin where your neck and shoulder met, making a mark to bloom there. 
He grunts, thrusting deeper into you, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. He pounds into you relentlessly, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the small bathroom. The mirror fogged up from your combined breaths and exertion.
"You love this, don't you? Love being filled by me, loved by me," he growls, nipping at your earlobe. "Tell me how much you need it, baby. Tell me how much you crave my cock."
His words are filthy, but they only spur you on, making your inner walls clench around him tighter. You're so close, teetering on the edge of oblivion.
"That's it, scream for me," Lando commands, slamming into you with brutal force."
With a loud groan, Lando hilts himself fully inside you, his release pulsing hotly against your cervix. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, panting heavily as aftershocks wrack through his body.
"Fuck...you feel incredible, Honey," he rasps, placing soft kisses along your sweat-slicked skin. "Love you so damn much..."
He slowly pulls out, both of you wincing at the loss. With gentle hands, he turns you around to face him, cupping your face tenderly. His thumbs brush over your cheeks, wiping away the tears that escaped during your intense coupling.
"My beautiful girl," Lando murmurs adoringly, leaning in to capture your lips in a searing kiss.
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