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definitelynotshouting · 2 years ago
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like “jealousy”, “painting”, and “trees”? for your three word prompts (if I did it right)!
for the three word fic prompt (closed) | ao3 link
This took forever but hopefully it was worth it anon <- did not expect this to be like. 900 words. Anyway ART HEIST AU POGGGG
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"If Mumbo wasn't our client, what do you think his role in a grift would be?"
Grian's voice is a soft slip through golden hour, pitched low to avoid puncturing the bubble they've built between two trees and the roofline. Fifteen feet up and hidden within the foliage, they have unfiltered access to the ebb and flow of Craft Museum's clientele; the crowds have thinned as six-thirty creeps forward on dying knees. In about twenty minutes, the last honeyed rays of the setting sun will douse themselves against the horizon– but until that point, Grian has time to kill.
What they never tell you about heists is how long you spend waiting. Casing a location takes time; past the heady buzz of a new assignment are days, even weeks, of studying shift changes, security systems, building plans, and the object of interest itself. Ninety percent patience, ten percent actual thievery– and while the adrenaline rush is worth it every time, between those crystalline snapshots lies nothing but dull monotony.
So, inane questions. It's better than trying to play I Spy.
For one taffy-stretched moment, Scar doesn't respond. Unlike Grian, whose eyes began wandering an hour ago, his gaze is glued to the sky; whether he's counting the minutes to nightfall or admiring the colors is anyone's mystery– though if Grian had to hazard a guess, it's a little mixture of both.
Then Scar rolls his shoulders and says, with the teasing nonchalance Grian has begun to associate with all of their interactions: "Oh, eye-candy for sure."
Grian chokes on thin air. "Scar!"
Scar's head shifts, neck craning to display how his brows leap into his hairline. "What!" he says, eyes far too wide for genuine innocence; a common tactic for him, though it's been some time since it's worked on Grian. "It's true! He'd make a great distraction– he's got the suit-look going for him, and that luxurious mustache–"
Whatever else Scar says is lost in a rush of grey static. As with all people, Grian is a great many things: cocky, thieving, and selfish account for several of them. He's the kind to covet, which can be dangerous in this line of work– you never make it farther than your front door if you can't learn to let things go.
Unfortunately for all of them, Grian is also possessive– over items, jobs, people– and in the face of this fatal flaw, the gilded snarl of teeth that snaps between his ribs shouldn't catch him so off guard. He reels anyway, punch-drunk and lightheaded, a haze of red smearing behind his eyes. Grian fumbles to cover it with another indignant splutter.
"Don't flirt with our client!" he snaps when he can risk words, appall dripping from every syllable. "We're supposed to be professionals!"
Scar has the actual gall to shoot him a wounded look. "I am plenty professional," he protests. "Besides, he's not even here right now– it's not flirting if they can't hear you say it."
A dozen barbed retorts sizzle to life on Grian's tongue in response to that, stinging his gums with a vitriol far too strong for the circumstances. He opens his mouth, lips peeling back from teeth–
Nestled in his ear, Grian's comm crackles; a harsh, grating buzz that drags his heart all the way up into his throat. Beside him, Scar jumps as well, throwing out a hand before he can upset his balance.
Mumbo's voice is an apologetic stumble tripping over itself. "Sorry, um, just thought I'd let you both know this channel's still open. I can hear you." A beat. "Sorry."
The glance Grian exchanges with Scar is mute, wide-eyed, and brimming with chagrin. Without breaking eye contact, Grian reaches up and switches his comm to off.
After a moment's hesitation, Scar mirrors him.
"I cannot believe you," Grian hisses the second he lowers his hand.
"Now how was I supposed to know the channel was still open?" Scar shoots right back. Then, with damning accusation: "I don't know why you're getting so bent out of shape about this, G– it's not like I don't talk about how good people look all the time!"
"But not the clients," Grian stresses, steamrolling past his own hypocrisy. "There's professionalism involved here, Scar, we can't just– just go around– complimenting everybody!"
Scar's lips part, only to flatten back into a thin, straight line. Ruddy sunlight slips over the bridge of his nose, painting his profile in flame; Grian's lungs hitch without permission. Even half his face cast in shadow isn't enough to conceal the stark, appraising glitter growing in his eyes.
"You've never had a problem with it when I do it to you," Scar finally points out, cadence threaded with a creeping, thoughtful edge.
Grian's throat dries. Holding Scar's gaze becomes an exercise in futility– his eyes drop to skitter across the roof, snagging on a sharp crag in the tile next to him. One finger taps against his knee, keeping time with the rabbit beats of his pulse. Between two trees and the roofline, Scar's stare threatens to strip Grian down to his last, raw, aching nerve.
Speaking takes a few attempts; he has to clear his throat twice before his voice jogs out of it. "Let's just… focus on Mumbo's painting," he mumbles at last, once the silence has stretched far beyond the event horizon. Then, clamping his jaw shut, Grian shifts his attention back to the skyline– past the heavy, dragging weight of Scar's scrutiny, and the way it boils, persistent, across every inch of his skin.
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woodelf68 · 5 months ago
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Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Thor (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Frigga | Freyja & Loki & Odin & Thor (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja & Loki (Marvel), Odin & Thor (Marvel), Loki & Odin (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja/Odin (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja & Thor (Marvel) Characters: Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Huginn-and-Muninn (Marvel), Odin (Marvel) Additional Tags: Odin (Marvel)'s Good Parenting, Parent Frigga (Marvel), Family Fluff, Kid Thor (Marvel), Kid Loki (Marvel), Kid ages are given in Midgardian equivalents for simplicity Summary:
Short ficlets inspired by tumblr prompts.
New chapter! Tiny Loki fluff! Big brother Thor! Odin being a Good Dad!
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sorawritesstuff · 1 month ago
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me-writes-prompts · 6 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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necrotic-nephilim · 5 months ago
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as much as I love the common "Tim worships/stalks Jason" trope in TimJay fanfiction because it's Good and making Tim a weird little freak is Fun, I think the underutilized dynamic is where Jason is the one weirdly obsessed with Tim and makes it Tim's problem.
Like, the moment Jason is confronted with the information that a third Robin exists, the first thing he does is cover his wall with pictures of Tim so he can just obsess and torture himself over it. That is the behavior of a man who is Unwell over Tim's existence and I love it.
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red hood: lost days #4
And as much as a shitshow as The Titans Tower Incident™ is characterization-wise (though I think it has far more merit in depicting Jason's character than people give it credit for but I digress-) there's something very fun about the fact that even after kicking his ass, Jason respects Tim and is impressed by him.
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teen titans (2003) #29
And on top of that, Jason can't seem to stop trying to ask Jason to Tim to work with him in some capacity.
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robin (1993) #177
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batman: battle for the cowl #2
While Battle for the Cowl is an exceptionally bad comic, especially for its characterization of Jason and the "be my Robin" bit is taken deeply out of context, I do think it's interesting how obsessed Jason is with believing that Tim is extremely competent, only held back by being "brainwashed by Bruce". (hence him leaving Tim for dead later on in the comic.) Jason seeing a darker side of Tim and wanting to bring that out of Tim, wanting to see what Tim could be if he let go of his loyalty to Bruce is so fun to me, tbh.
And in Robin #177, Jason seems genuinely upset Tim doesn't want to work with him. Jason sees such a raw potential in Tim and is obsessed with it, constantly wanting Tim to work for him and see Tim be the type of person Jason is. And despite Tim rejecting him, Jason doesn't shoot to kill Tim. I just cannot get over the fanfic potential of Jason obsessing over Tim, tracking him and seeing what he's capable of and what he could be capable of. Wanting to make Tim see things the way he does. To Tim it's corruption, to Jason it's freedom. Tim trying to 'save' Jason is fun and all, but Jason trying to corrupt Tim? That's even more fun to me. Watching that power struggle between them, Tim unable to get Jason off his heels as Jason gets more and more possessive and bold with each attempt.
And when Jason sees Tim successfully get Gotham back under control after a gang war, he's impressed. He praises Tim, even. And then Tim just. Breaks him out of prison.
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robin (1993) #182
The way they're constantly trying to see something in the other that isn't there, hoping the other will come around? That is the most fucked up hate/love dynamic ever. Jason keeps coming back to Tim, keeps trying to find ways to get Tim onto his side. They're always chasing each other. And I think Jason would be the one to confess love first, the one to do anything to make Tim his. And when you consider after all of this, Tim has his Red Robin arc and is at his lowest, getting the closest he ever gets to considering murder? I think it'd be so fun to see Jason take advantage of that and worm his way back into Tim's life and finally push Tim over the edge.
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creativepromptsforwriting · 7 months ago
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Fic Titles: Song Edition
Part V
Baby you gave me bad ideas - This is the last time, The National
All of your demons will wither away - Demons, Fatboy Slim feat. Macy Gray
His love is my favourite - Kill this love, Blackpink
Three points where two lines meet - Tessellate, alt-J
Kings of imagining things - The long haul, NO
Swallow all our pride - Fairytale gone bad, Sunrise Avenue
Keep your hand in mine - So cold, Breaking Benjamin
Take this veil from off my eyes - Doin' time, Lana del Rey
Unforgiven, I'm a villain - Unforgiven, Le Sserafim
Let me sleep in your arms - In your arms, Stanfour
All of my thoughts of you - Graceless, The National
Stay cool (it's just a kiss) - Talk too much, COIN
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt - Pyramid Song, Radiohead
I know it's pain (but I really want it so bad) - Want so bad, Lee Know + HAN
We could leave in the morning (and go all night) - They own this town, Flora Cash
You'll be the saddest part of me - The Loneliest, Måneskin
Don't need to say goodbye - The Call, Regina Spektor
When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you - 3005, Childish Gambino
It's just me and your ghost - me & ur ghost, blackbear
Tell ′em all I said hi - I said hi, Amy Shark
We don't gotta be in love - One of your girls, The Weeknd feat. Jennie, Lily-Rose Depp
The distance between you and me (it never seems to disappear) - Maybe if, BIBI
Say what you want (I'll keep it a secret) - One of your girls, Troye Sivan
I'm surrendering tonight - Collide, Rachel Platten
That's what you get when you let your heart win - That's what you get, Paramore
Give me a sign, I want to believe - The Ballad of Mona Lisa, Panic! at the Disco
Just a game that can't be won - Always on the run, Isaak Guderian
Your lips should be saying the same thing - Really, Blackpink
Still, I'm under your control now - Number 1, Nico Santos
Embracing all my scars and imperfections - Comflex, Stray Kids
More titles!
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woodelf68 · 5 months ago
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"Loki, it's all right, the story isn't over yet," said Odin, bouncing his son on his knee. "Let's see what happens next. Can you turn the page for me?" His hands rather full of book and boy, it was easier that way.
Sniffling, Loki turned the page obediently.
"Look, it's mama wolf and the other cubs, and she's looking for her missing one. What do you think she should do?"
"Find him," said Loki immediately.
"Should she run off and leave her other cubs alone?"
Loki hesitated, his gaze moving ahead to the next page, and he pointed at another wolf standing on the sidelines. "Papa Wolf! Papa Wolf should go and find him."
"Let's see if he does," said Odin, and resumed reading. "While Mother Wolf waited anxiously, curled up around her little ones in their den, Father Wolf cast about for his little son's trail and followed along it, nose to the ground, until he came upon his tired little wanderer asleep under a bush, and nudged him awake. Little Wolf woke up, and when he saw his father, promptly pounced upon him gladly." Loki cheered and turned the page without prompting.
"Papa!" Little Wolf exclaimed, when the joy of being found had abated a little. "I got lost! I was following a butterfly, and then a bunny, and then some new smell that I didn't know, and then, when I lost it, I realised I didn't know which way the den was to come home!"
"That," said Papa Wolf sternly, "Is why you're supposed to stay within sight of either your mother or the den."
Little Wolf hung his head. "I'm sorry."
"Your mother has been worried sick about you."
Little Wolf's head drooped even further. "Sorry," he said again, tucking his tail between his legs.
Father Wolf sighed and licked his son's ear comfortingly. "Just don't do it again. You can go exploring more when you're older. Now, are you hurt anywhere?"
"No, Papa."
"Very well, we shall return to your mother as quickly as possible so she can stop worrying about you."
So saying, he picked his son up by the scruff of the neck and began trotting homewards, able to make good time by not having to follow the meandering trail of an inquisitive cub following after anything interesting he smelled or saw. Little Wolf hung complacently from his jaws, probably still tired enough from his explorations to enjoy not having to walk.
Mother Wolf was looking out for them at the entrance of the den, and came out quickly to meet them. Father Wolf dropped their wayward son in front of her.
"Found him," he said.
"Sorry, Mama -- " Little Wolf began, then was saved from having to say much more as she nosed him over, asking if he was all right and scolding him in between washing him thoroughly with her tongue. When she was satisfied, she deposited him in the nest of his sleeping siblings.
"Are you mad at me?" Little Wolf asked, needing to be sure.
"No, I'm just glad you're home safe again. I love you too much to lose you."
"I love you too, Mama." Thus reassured, Little Wolf was glad to curl up amongst his siblings and go back to sleep himself, secure in the safety of his den and his parents nearby.
Mother Wolf went back to Father Wolf, waiting by the entrance, and they lay down together, watching over their sleeping family. Sometimes, raising a litter of rambunctious cubs was hard work, but they had each other and the rest of the pack, and they knew everything would be all right."
"The End," said Odin, closing the book.
Loki wriggled happily in his lap. "It was a good ending," he pronounced, his earlier sadness forgotten. "You'll always come find me if I get lost, won't you Papa?"
"Always," promised Odin. "But better still, don't wander too far in the first place. We love you very much and wouldn't want to lose you even for one afternoon." He looked sideways at Thor, who had sat down on the arm of his chair to listen in to the story. "And that goes for you too, Thor." He nudged his elder boy, knowing his adventurous spirit, and that he was the one who was most likely to lead his little brother further afield than they should go at this age. "Don't stray too far when you go out to play."
"I won't, Papa" Thor promised.
"Me neither," Loki chimed in.
"That's my good boys," praised Odin, ruffling Thor's hair and kissing Loki's, then standing up with Loki in his arms and carrying him into the nursery's bedroom.
"Now, are you ready for your nap?" He turned down the top quilt with one arm and set Loki down on the bed.
"You have to stay," Loki wheedled. "Like Papa Wolf stayed to watch his family."
"I can stay for a little while until your mother returns," said Odin. "And then I must really get back to work if you want to see me again this evening." He took off Loki's boots, and Loki obediently slid down under the quilt, gathering his stuffed wolf to him, but did not look entirely happy with the answer.
"I'll stay with you, Brother," Thor volunteered. He didn't ever want his little brother to feel lost and alone like Little Wolf had. He took off his boots as well and crawled under the quilt as well, Loki promptly wiggling over to make room for him, looking a lot happier. Odin smiled and tucked the quilt around them gently, having no objection to Thor taking an unscheduled nap.
"Very well, then," said Odin, amused, and leaned over to kiss both their brows. "Sleep tight, my little wolf cubs." He went across to the window and pulled the curtains across, dimming the room, and in the filtered late afternoon light watched their eyes close, the black and fair heads close together. He stood watching them for a bit, enjoying the peace, and then went back into the outer room, choosing this time to sit in the window seat, leaning against the wall and breathing in the fresh air from the open window and the scent of the trees blooming in the garden below, relaxing as he looked out over his kingdom. Clouds had moved in earlier, covering the usual bright sun and if his own eye closed for a bit, there was no one to see and he had been a warrior long enough that the sound of Frigga returning to the nursery woke him from his doze before she had time to notice anything.
"I'm back," she announced, smelling of that same fresh air and putting down a sturdy pitcher filled with flowers, knowing enough that delicate glass vases didn't belong in a nursery. She glanced at the door to the boys' bedroom, slightly ajar. "Did you get Loki down for his nap?"
"I did."
"Where's Thor?"
"He laid down too," reported Odin, feeling a bit smug about this.
"You got both of them down for a nap?" she asked in amazement, her eyebrows going up. Thor, with his boundless energy, rarely took naps anymore and she missed that hour or two of peace when he used to take them regularly.
"I think it was the story," Odin admitted. "And perhaps the clouds keeping it from being as bright as usual. It feels like a rather lazy day. I didn't think you'd mind."
"Mind? Oh no, I can make good use of the quiet to get some work done. What was the book?"
Odin gestured to where it still sat on the small table next to his chair by the fireplace. "Little Wolf. He runs off, gets lost, and is safely brought home to fall asleep with his siblings once more."
"Ah." Frigga smiled. "Just like you brought Loki safely home to us."
"I did think of that," admitted Odin. "Though he neither ran off or was lost through any fault of his own."
"No, he wasn't," Frigga agreed, "But lost he still was until you found him." She went to peek in on the sleeping boys, then returned to Odin, holding out her hands for him to take and then pulling him to his feet. She pressed close and stole a kiss from his lips. "Thank you for bringing my littlest cub home for me. Can you stay for a little while yet and sit with me? Or must you run back off to work?"
"I should go," he said, but he didn't move, loosely wrapping his arms around her. "But..." He thought of the work awaiting him. He supposed he had no meetings scheduled, and none of his paperwork was of any great urgency. He could, he decided, steal a little more time away from it. As if encouraging his hesitance, Frigga began playing with the hair at the back of his neck, and he gave in with a sigh as he tilted his head to rest his forehead against hers. "I could perhaps give a half hour of my time to my queen."
Frigga made a pleased sound, and the brightness of her smile as she pulled back told him he'd said the right thing. "We could sit on the couch together?" she suggested, tugging him over that way. It was a sturdy, comfortable piece of furniture, chosen with the needs of two growing boys in mind.
"I thought you were looking forward to getting some work done," he teased, following her.
"I was looking forward to the peace and quiet to be able to do so," she countered. "And I still am, but I would rather spend some of it talking to my husband." She stopped and waited expectantly as they reached the couch, glancing at it pointedly.
Odin took the hint and sat, angling himself into the corner of the couch and holding his arms out to Frigga. She joined him, leaning back into his arms and settling herself contentedly as he wrapped one arm around her waist.
"So," she said, lacing her fingers through his. "Tell me about your day."
Odin made a face. "I would rather hear about yours. Tell me what the boys have been up to today."
"I can do that," Mother Wolf said with a smile, and, keeping her voice low. told Father Wolf all about their cubs as the children slept safely nearby.
Odin tries to spend quality time with his younger son and picks up a random picture book to read to him. Unfortunately, it turns out to be about a baby wolf who is lost and alone in the woods, looking for his pack.
Thor comes over and asks his father why he’s making Loki cry.
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potato-lord-but-not · 5 months ago
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some of the sillies with long hair and also more human John <33
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morallysuperiorlips · 23 days ago
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Oddly Specific Romance Prompts Vol. 4: Attending a Formal Dance/Gala
“Relax. You look gorgeous.”
“People are looking at us.” “Yeah, they’re jealous about my hot date.”
“May I have this dance?” “Only if you don’t mind me stepping all over your toes.” “It’ll be worth it.”
“You look…wow.”
“Sorry, I don't normally dress like this..." "Well, you should. You're stunning."
"I've never slow danced before." "That's okay. Just lean on me and follow my lead."
"You smell fantastic." "Thanks. I broke out the expensive perfume/cologne for the occasion. I was also kind of hoping you'd notice."
"When did you learn to dance like that?" "Oh, it's just something I picked up on over the years. Try to keep up."
"I feel stupid in this dress/tux." "You certainly don't look stupid." "What was that?" "Nothing."
"Why don't you dress like this more often? I could get used to this look."
"Here, take my jacket. You're freezing." "No, it's fine. It looks better on you, anyway." "Funny. I was going to say it looked better on you."
"It might just be the champagne hitting, but god I could kiss you right now."
"We're running late; can you zip this up for me?" "Actually, I'd rather unzip it. What's a few more minutes?"
"You're, by far, the hottest one at this stupid gala; and it's not even close."
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Kinktober - Day 16
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16th — toys, Lando Norris
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"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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anonymous-existences · 2 months ago
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"For the first time, it's as though the coldness of the rain is warmer than the touch of my family."
Prompt:
Danny Phantom in a world where jazz died in a crossfire fight with pariah dark, although he inherited the crown he's not yet old enough for the throne and only titled the crown prince, Maddie and Jack would be alive and mourning their daughter's death, they'll completely start focusing more on killing phantom more than ever and forget the Human Danny Son they know. Out of grief and self-blame he runs away therefore ripping himself out of his own haunt, heading to Gotham, he'll probably stay homeless but eventually find a job using his ghostly powers to feed himself 90% of the time and possibly having been taught by wulf on how to open portals to the ghost zone so he can process ectoplasm in his system and such.
In Gotham he does minor vigilante work such as bringing down muggers and protecting innocent people or basic stuff such as helping a cat out of a tree for a kid.
There he unfortunately comes across one of the bats, and they out of... Batsy Curiousity and Wariness start trying to hunt him down trying to figure out who he is and Bruce being Bruce Trying to adopt the kid vigilante.
In the end the bats don't succeed but perhaps Alfred manages to get the little hero's trust after being 'saved' by the little hero. To pay the little hero back Alfred decided to bring him home and then.
Shenanigans ensue, trope will be found family, angst with comfort and Fluff, identity reveals and also the overcoming of grief and how grief affects a person overall especially a child and Danny getting adopted into the Wayne family in the end. I'd think he's younger than Damian for more new baby bat effect.
:3 hope someone likes this prompt cuz I can't find any that's like this.
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escespace · 3 months ago
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Merlin and Arthur but someone help me I can't get it out of my head:
A threat, Merlin is going to face it, Investigate, fight, yadyadayada... The only solution is to make a deal that, in exchange for keeping Camelot safe for another day, Merlin must give up all the memories of his most precious person.
Obviously after running out of memories of ☆Arthur☆ He doesn't understand the importance of returning to Camelot, why is he still there if Gaius has taught him almost everything he can, Even kilgharrah isn't there anymore. For some reason, moreover, he feels that he often causes the poor physician more problems that should be... And all this without mentioning that before he wanted to see the world, he wanted to explore, to know and who knows? He might even make a name for himself... At least that's what he dreamed of as a child.
Again, why is he still in Camelot?
THEN HE GOES. JUST LIKE THAT
The next day Arthur can't find Merlin anywhere and we all know how he gets. He searches for him, he stresses, he screams... But it is not until night comes and he speaks with Gaius that the old man breaks his facade and Arthur notices the concern, that something is not right. He presses and presses until Gaius finally admits that he hasn't seen Merlin since the previous evening, that Merlin didn't sleep there and that he didn't even know where Merlin had gone.
It is canon that Arthur would immediately lose the marbles. As prince regent he order a wanted party. Nothing can stop him because *the power of the script*
Weeks go by with no sign of Merlin. Search efforts are dwindling as there are other priorities These priorities include certain strange occurrences in border villages.Some of these strange occurrences include a group of knights who were defeated by an entity they failed to see or recognize when they went to pick up an accused sorcerer. In addition, in the town next to that one, an entire family suspected of magic disappeared.
The council agrees that action must be taken or the people will begin to see those signs of weakness when it comes to responding to the law, with a sick king and having faced a mini conquest (I don't remember the chronological order of certain events, apologies); They must make it clear that Camelot is still the same as always...
Then, by the power of the script, the prince argues until he is the one who is designated to command the patrol of knights who will go to the villages in question (for honor, to make the people see him as a prince who executes his own orders or whatever)
Between surveys in the villages, some talks with peasants, follow clues... GUESS WHO THEY FIND?
Merlin has been wandering here and there, posing as a herb seller (because that must be good for something), Coincidentally, he has not left that specific town where the suspicious events occurred (he is that stupidly confident)...
He seems to vaguely recognize the knights. One of them he met in a tavern, another fighting a griffin, another is the brother of someone he met who-knows-where; and the other... He can't remember where he knows him from. That makes him feel strangely dizzy, there is a pressure in his head and there are pits that he does not want to question himself.In all this, Arthur does not stop shouting a thousand and one things at him. How stupid he is, how careless he is, how much work he has put in the backlog while touring every tavern in Albion...
Then Merlin says the three words that put Arthur's world Heel over head:
«who are You?»
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sorawritesstuff · 2 months ago
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me-writes-prompts · 7 months ago
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-:“We’re definitely just enemies, and not anything more” Enemies to lovers prompt :-
(*Wink wink* tag me if you write these.)
By @me-writes-prompts
“I want to wrap my hands around your throat, and choke you until the life in your eyes die down.” “Kinky.” ;)
“It’s funny, isn’t it? How we always end up, in the same place, at the same time.” “It’s not funny, I know you’ve been stalking me. That’s how we always end up together.” “Stalking? You? *scoffs* in your dreams.”
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite human being on the earth!” They say with fake excitement. “Oh thank you, but I regret to not say the same.”
“If you don’t care, then why are you holding my hand?” “So I can drag you down with me if we fall from this cliff/edge.”
Just deadass staring daggers at each other, and communicating with their eyes.
“Fuck you!” “Love you, too.” They say, blowing a kiss.
“I hate being in your presence, I hope you know that.” “You’re literally sitting half on my lap.” “Because there is nowhere else to sit!” (There was only one couch *snickers*)
“It just so happens that I put on my nicest outfit, just to find out that you’re my blind date.”
“Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you want to murder me but also like…you want me.” 😏
“It’s impossible not to hate you.” “It’s impossible not to hate you.” *mocking*
“Look, I win. So back off okay?” “Stepping on my toe and reaching the ceiling is not winning.”
“Shut up before I-” “Before you what, huh? No, say it. Let me see if you can finish that sent-” *shoves the nearest thing into their mouth*
“Come here, let me see the cut.” “No.” *sighs and walks up to them* “Let. me. see.”
“You’re not that good looking, alright?” “So you admit I’m good looking?” “What? N-no. Never.”
“I love you.” “Huh?” “Is the last thing I would be saying, so get that delulu thought out of your mind, and leave me alone.”
“You’re such an idiot. Who steps on a knife unknowingly?” “It was in the middle of a dumpster, I didn’t see it!” “Someone needs glasses.” “Shut up!” (This is so random lmaooo)
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luna-azzurra · 3 months ago
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Family Secrets Prompts
A character discovers they have a sibling they never knew about. How does this revelation change their family dynamics?
Your protagonist finds a box of old letters that reveal family secrets. What do they learn, and how do they handle it?
A family heirloom is discovered to have a hidden power or curse. How does this impact the family?
A disowned family member returns with shocking news. How do they reintegrate into the family?
A character learns they were adopted. How does this change their identity and relationships?
The protagonist discovers their family is secretly wealthy. How does this affect their life?
Uncover a hidden romantic relationship between family members (e.g., a grandparent had a secret lover).
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creativepromptsforwriting · 2 months ago
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Fic Titles: Song Edition
Part VI
Teach me how to get my smile back - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, HAN feat. BAE
You keep a lot of secrets (and I keep none) - Fireproof, The National
Too much darkness for a rainbow - Gone, Rosé
I always say goodbye - World spins madly on, The Weepies
We can set the world on fire - You are the solution, Loving Caliber
Drop a single tear drop - Tomboy, (G)I-DLE
I still dream of you - Ghost towns, Radical Face
Love is not a competition - Collide, Rachel Platten
Demons are friends, angels are enemies - @ my worst, blackbear
We're such a mess together - Using you, Mars Argo
I've found a love to love like no other can - Nara, alt-J
All for freedom and for pleasure - Everybody wants to rule the world, Tears for Fears
Why you asking? (No, I'm not ok) - Not ok, Loco feat. Minnie
In the fantasy it's so convincing - Dirty thoughts, Chloe Adams
The only memory is us kissing in the moonlight - Can't remember to forget you, Shakira feat. Rihanna
Searching for something that ain't lost - Don't waste my time, Victor Lundberg
A little more delicate - Clementine, Sarah Jaffe
Tonight we are victorious - Victorious, Panic! at the Disco
I want you so much, but I hate your guts - Landfill, Daughter
Your idols betray you/Your heroes will fail you/′Cause we are no saints - We are no saints, Blind Channel
Are we best friends? Are we somethin' in between that? - Heartbeat, Childish Gambino
'Cause sometimes the wrong ones are just what you need - James has changed, Phoebe Ryan
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone - Lovely, Billie Eilish & Khalid
Chasing visions of our futures - Youth, Daughter
Why is love so contradicting? - Contradicting, Hyunjin
I wanna be found by you - Adore, Amy Shark
Somebody might die (but nobody gets hurt) - Honey, Måneskin
The history books forgot about us - Samson, Regina Spektor
I like us better when we're intertwined - Cool, Dua Lipa
Baby don't go away (love me like you loved me) - Miserable (You & Me), HAN
More titles!
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