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OTP Prompts: Protectiveness
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Stepping in front of the other to shield them from something/someone.
Telling anyone who comes near them while other is hurt to leave/take a few steps back.
Rubbing their back to make sure they know they're not alone.
Covering their mouth to muffle any cries/screams they make because they're trying to hide from something/someone.
Hugging them to shield their face from the sight.
Jumping in the way at the last minute / taking the blow for the other.
Pretending everything is fine so the other doesn't have to know what's going on.
Holding an arm out to prevent them from getting any closer to the danger.
Restraining someone for just long enough that the other can escape.
Taking the first bite out of a meal to make sure it's good enough to eat.
Dialogue
"You know you saved my life, right?"
"Hey, they're just our friends. Nobody is out to hurt either of us, I promise."
"Don't come any closer."
"While I appreciate that you did that for me, I don't appreciate the fact that you nearly died because of it."
"Can't have you injuring yourself, now can we?"
"Are you hurt?"
"You jumped in front of a bullet!" - "And I'd do it again."
"I don't need you to constantly be there to protect me, you know."
"Thank god you're okay!"
"Please never do that again."
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Drabble List #8
75 prompts to write drabbles or longer stories.
"Just one of those days, I guess."
"This makes it easier to identify them."
"Have you ever had friendship bracelets?"
"Feel free to walk all over me."
"You're the one stirring the pot."
"I feel like you don't actually believe me."
"What a tragedy this is."
"This will be permanent."
"Oh well, nothing I can do about it now."
"The media is lying to you - and so is everyone else."
"Just gonna pretend I didn't hear that."
"Silly me to assume you would care."
"You should clean the mess you make."
"My life is amazing, it really is."
"Nothing to complain here."
"I can't believe that we finally made it."
"Thank you so much for this opportunity."
"Mark my words, this will not end cute."
"Have you looked in the mirror lately?"
"You look hot, mama."
"Can you bail me out? Please?"
"What a silly thing to say."
"So, this is it? Really?"
"It will never be truly over."
"That is a fascinating tattoo that you have."
"You're going to jail for this."
"What a dramatic exit."
"I know your friends."
"A seat will be assigned to you shortly."
"Here is a list of all the ways you are wrong."
"We should talk about what happened."
"Do you have your ticket ready?"
"I'm sorry, but our personal goals just don't match up."
"The boxes are all labeled incorrectly."
"Well, you should've listened to me."
"Tragic. That outfit is a disaster."
"I'm sitting front row. I always do."
"Oh you silly little thing."
"What is your star sign?"
"I'm not who you think I am."
"Can't say I'm that surprised."
"Truly legendary."
"Please, sing for me!"
"You are a true party pooper."
"No means don't even try."
"I want to find my soulmate."
"Just forget what you heard."
"Why does this always happen to me?"
"Let's go out for a cheap dinner."
"I don't want to hear about it."
"This must be a joke. Not very good one."
"A list of all the times I was right."
"I can't control my dreams."
"Finally, some common sense."
"Throw me under the bus while you're at it."
"What a wonderful surprise."
"Poor judgement is what it is."
"I was just defending myself."
"Fine, but this will be the last time."
"Oh, that's too bad."
"I will take that as a yes."
"Did we meet before?"
"Sell me your story."
"What's the point in all of this?"
"I couldn't see what actually happened."
"Can you lend me some money?"
"So start from the beginning."
"Truly, a flawless plan."
"I haven't done this in forever."
"Let's have some fun."
"What an icon."
"Make me believe it."
"It's an investment."
"There will be an extra fee included."
"Let's go back. Nothing to do here anymore."
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lunememes · 4 months
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🌙 * ― 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒: 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ( a collection of various settings for drabbles or prompts, or both! )
001. under the mistletoe, placed sneakily above a doorframe. 002. in front of the fireplace, cuddled up under a blanket with a hot drink. 003. in a mountain lodge, snowed in from a heavy snow storm. 004. on an ice rink, careful to dodge the bustling crowd that stumble and rush past. 005. at a busy dinner table, food piled on the centre and family chaos ensuing around the house. 006. at a quiet dinner for two, an intimate meal and magical moment for a special couple. 007. standing in front of the christmas tree, decorating it with an assortment of baubles, lights and tinsel. 008. lifting up a smaller frame to put on the finishing touch on the christmas tree: the tree topper ( a star, an angel, or something else! ) 009. setting out the snacks for santa and his reindeers. don't forget the milk and cookies for christmas hardest workers! 010. in the kitchen making the deserts for the big day, and perhaps even making a mess too! 011. in the dining room building a home: a gingerbread home! decorate the home and make it one fit for a little gingerbread man. 012. at the mall, waiting in line to sit on santa's lap and spill your christmas gift wishes. will you be deemed naughty or nice? 013. sitting down with some company to wrap all the christmas gifts, preparing for the big day. 014. sitting down to exchange and open gifts, anticipating what gift you may get. is it something cool or just another pair of socks? 015. out on the streets doing christmas carolling, blessing the streets with the sweet voices of heavenly haromies. 016. in the snow rolling a big ball to build a snowman, bringing it to life with makeshift features and wrapping it up with a warm scarf. 017. in the trenches of snow forts, amidst a war of a snow fight! who will win? 018. falling into soft snow to create snow angels, flailing wildly on the ground. 019. traversing the treacherous conditions of icy pavements. will you laugh as they fall or lend them a hand and go down in solidarity? 020. jamming out to a christmas song, and inflicting the pain of holiday songs on someone else.
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mdoodlerfandomart · 4 days
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#73 "It's an investment." Viggo Hiccup
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They tell themselves that's what it is: an investment. They'll take advantage of the time when Hiccup's a prisoner and engage in friendly conversation and trade information on dragons and make an effort to gain one another's trust. It's just them investing in their futures and their own interests.
With enough time, either Hiccup will convince Viggo to tone down the dragon hunting or Viggo will convince Hiccup to become his protege.
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ohisms · 2 years
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↪     𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺     (   a  collection  of  various  settings  meant  to  inspire  drabbles  or  be  used  as  prompts .   will be updated .   )
001.   the seaside ,  as the sun is setting .
002.   a cabin in the middle of the woods .
003.   a picket-fenced home in the suburbs .
004.   a dark bus stop lit only by street lights .
005.   a private jet miles high in the sky .
006.   a funhouse’s room of mirrors .
007.   an office building ,  bustling and busy .
008.   the back row of an empty movie theater .
009.   a run-down (or abandoned) motel room .
010.   a loud house party on a suburban street .
011.   a university lecture hall during a class .
012.   the rooftop of a very tall building .
013.   a great ballroom during an elegant party .
014.   the back of a wailing ambulance .
015.   the wine cellar of a large mansion .
016.   behind the school’s gymnasium .
017.   a bonfire in the middle of the woods .
018.   an otherwise empty parking lot .
019.   the bar of a loud ,  dark club .
020.   an empty summer camp .
021.   a large hedge maze ,  easy to get lost in .
022.   a neglected or derelict treehouse .
023.   a spacious ,  light-filled meadow .
024.   an underground / illegal fighting club .
025.   an abandoned scrapyard .
026.   a large penthouse overlooking the city .
027.   an apple orchard in the middle of spring .
028.   an empty playground with squeaky swings .
029.   an extravagant greenhouse .
030.   the base of a large waterfall .
031.   a spacious walk - in closet full of lovely clothes .
032.   a quiet hospital room .
033.   the dark depths of an abandoned mine .
034.   the deck of a fishing boat at night .
035.   the thick crowd of an audience at a show .
036.   a long ,  winding road .
037.   the site of a car accident .
038.   a hiking trail in the mountains .
039.   a cramped dressing room .
040.   a dusty antiques shop full of relics .
041.   the street of an unfamiliar city at night .
042.   between the tall shelves of a thrifted book shop .
043.   a building abandoned during construction .
044.   a house without power or running water .
045.   a mysterious trail found in the woods .
046.   the back of a taxi stuck in traffic .
047.   the inside of an elevator that won’t move .
048.   fairgrounds during a large event  (or after hours) .
049.   a garden bountiful with flowers or produce .
050.   a childhood home or bedroom .
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stanmammon · 10 months
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Hello! Can I request for tears with Lucifer? Thank you :)
Lucifer: 
Tears: What does the character do when they accidentally make you cry. 
Lucifer never minced words.
He would never purposely hurt you, never sought to beat down your confidence or to attack an insecurity, he was just the ‘tough love’ sort of demon. He had been dealing with his brothers for so long that he didn’t realize the very different reaction he could get from someone with a gentler heart; even then, hearing someone you love say something so harsh and critical when it was entirely unnecessary to even comment upon was certainly a blow for someone of any constitution.
You had managed to keep the stiff upper lip while giving Lucifer a rebellious look, mouth opening briefly but no words came out. The way he spoke it was like it was impossible to refute him, like his word was law and any thought you had of defending yourself dissipated into the wind. You can’t keep up your tough face for long, dismissing yourself without another world while Lucifer watched you with a puzzled look on his face; it was a shock that Mr. Perfect couldn’t realize he had hurt you so thoroughly that you couldn’t even look at him without wanting to cry.
Mr. Perfect, as you had bitterly called him, did indeed realize his mistake just a moment to late. When you turned from him he saw the glint of tears, pooling at the corner of your eyes, but you didn’t allow him another chance to speak. You rushed from the room and he swore he heard a sniffle before the door was slammed shut, leaving him in a stunned silence.
His words weren’t untrue but perhaps they were unkind, something you didn’t deserve. It wasn’t easy to turn away from his more demonic nature but he supposed he could make the effort if he managed to hurt you this badly. He wondered what it was that you needed from him in this moment. Did you want him to come after you? Did you want him to leave you alone since he was the reason behind your hurt in the first place?
His phone buzzed.
The House of Lamentation group chat.
‘Hey does anyone know what’s wrong? They looked upset.’
‘Who? I haven’t left my room it wasn’t me’
‘I think we all know who did it.’
Lucifer would’ve smashed his D.D.D. if it wouldn’t cause him endless problems, pinching the bridge of his nose and inhaling slowly. He ignored the chat and Belphie’s pointed message since he was right on the money, it was his fault that you were upset. He couldn’t just leave it without knowing, if you needed space you could send him away and he’d respect those wishes, but he couldn’t just let the situation be.
He passed through the hall lightning quick to avoid the curious gazes of his brothers who would surely be coming to check on you after they were done discussing all the horrid things Lucifer could’ve done to cause the reaction. He sighed as he stood outside your door, knocking twice and waiting for a response. Hearing nothing was not exactly encouraging so he knocked again, announcing himself this time.
“Don’t you think we talked enough today?” Your voice isn’t shaky but he can hear the hurt in your voice, that you had forced your tears to stop to not give him the satisfaction of knowing how deeply he affected you. But that’s not the feeling he wanted to evoke, it was beginning to tear him up inside to think that you might not let him remedy the situation.
“I wish to apologize,” He stated simply, “Could I come in?”
“…Fine.”
Moving quickly again he slipped inside your room, a rather familiar place at this point though you’d done much to change it up over the years that you had lived there. The door clicked shut and you made no move to leave your bed, remaining balled up with your arms wrapped tightly around a pillow, using it like a protective barrier from anything else Lucifer might say to hurt you.
If you looked at him you’d see the sorry look on his face, the way he looked concerned and guilty and many other emotions that Mammon would love to snap a picture of to sell on Akuzon. He approached the bed with enough noise that you knew he was approaching, his ears waiting for your protests though he heard none. Not even as the bed dipped down to his weight on the edge.
It seemed you still didn’t have anything to say to him.
“I shouldn’t have said what I did.” He reached over to touch your back, hand stroking down your back in what he hoped was a soothing manner. There were many things he did that could easily be seen as condescending or unwanted, so as much as he knew you liked this type of thing from him, you might not interpret it the same way in the moment. He’s not the type to ever walk on eggshells around anyone but it goes without saying he wasn’t about to make this situation worse than it already was. “I apologize. I wasn’t aware of how my words would upset you, and it was never my intention.”
“Are you actually sorry? Or are you just saying that so you can give yourself a pat on the back and be like, ‘oh I did all that I could do so now it’s on them to get over it’?”
“It’s sincere. And if you don’t accept it, I understand.”
“…Don’t laugh at this really stupid statement, but it wouldn’t kill you to be a little nicer. I know you’re a demon and all, but it really sucks to be talked to like that sometimes. And especially from you… I don’t want to disappoint you…”
“You’ve never disappointed me.” Lucifer was feeling antsy, he wanted you to face him, he had to see you, “My harshness was only because I see the endless potential in you. I know that you are talented, intelligent, and that giving me your heart is something I should consider more often.”
“…Yeah, it is. I’m gonna revoke your privileges.”
Lucifer leaned down to press a kiss to the side of your head, feeling that the storm had finally passed, “Please, do not. I would selfishly request that I get to keep your heart just for me.”   
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pensandprompts · 11 months
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50 Prompts About Devotion
“For you, I would do anything.”
“If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t even think about it.”
“I would follow you to the ends of the earth. I would follow you off of them.”
“I’ll give you anything. I’ll give you everything. All you have to do is ask.”
“If soulmates were real, I would want you to be mine.”
“I don’t believe in soulmates, but if I did I know you would be mine.”
“You know, I think I believe in soulmates. How else could I have wound up with someone as perfect as you?”
“We’ve been through everything together.”
“I’m not backing out now.”
“We’re ride or die, remember?”
“I’ve already died once. I would do it a thousand times over again to keep you safe.”
“If you’re going down, I’m going with you.”
“I’ll be here forever. For as long as you’ll have me.”
“I’m not letting go.”
“I’ll find you.”
“We’re a package deal.”
“If you insult them, you insult me.”
“I’m the only one allowed to say that about them.”
“I could pick you out from a room full of thousands of people.”
“Every day that we’re apart, I think of you.”
“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You’ve saved me so many times; it’s only right that I return the favor.”
“I always have time for you.”
“Did you seriously drop everything just to come here?”
“I would die for you. I would kill for you. I would live for you.”
“I’ll always come back.”
“You are my home.”
“Of course.”
“I got you your favorite.”
“I saved this for you.”
“I set your favorite show to record, while you were gone.”
“I haven’t watched any of it without you.”
“It’s our song!”
“This reminded me of you.”
“You can have the last one.”
“You could put a knife to my throat and I wouldn’t flinch.”
“If you killed me, my last words would be ‘I love you.’”
“Of course I would switch sides with you.”
“I know that, whatever reason you have, I’ll stick with you.”
“I made this for you.”
“I knew you would be there. You always are.”
“I know you.”
“You always come here when you’re upset.”
“I’ll be here when you need me. I’ll be here when you don’t.”
“You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
“I don’t care about what they think, I care about you.”
“I would give up anything to see you again.”
“They’ll find me, they always do.”
“The only reason I haven’t done that is because they asked me not to.”
“I know, I know, I’m stuck with you. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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mandareeboo · 1 month
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Hazbin Hotel prompt: Lucifer finds out Vaggie is a fallen angel and is A: Pretty understanding and B: Mostly like “ARE YOU OKAY?! DO YOU NEED ME TO GET YOU ANYTHING?!” because he knows that Falling hurts
Lucifer's disassociating through one of his daughter's long speeches, bent over his work desk. He wants to listen, he does, but it's just. So much easier to work on a ducky. He adds fluffy red ears as she explains the long-term ramifications of attacking Heaven.
"And since Vaggie is an angel--" she says, and the rest gets lost in the mush between his ears.
"Yeah," he says, nodding, and attaches a scepter to the new duckling.
There's a long bout of silence, so long he actually manages to look up, and Charlie is staring at him. "You knew?"
"What?" he says, trying to remember the last five minutes of conversation. "Oh. Yeah. Maggie's an angel. Maggie's an angel? Yeah, I think I knew that."
"Uh, sir," Vaggie says, and wow! When did she get here? Time really is the craziest thing.
"I didn't know that?" Charlie extrapolates.
"Sweetie," Lucifer says, pleading for her to understand, because now that he's said it he's pretty sure he did know, actually, "she's got a giant X over her eye. And one of those pointy things! I had one of those bad boys back in the day too."
"Spear," Vaggie coughs into her fist.
"I thought that's how you met! She was seeking redemption for whatever got her kicked out of Heaven."
"I refused to kill a child," she said.
"Ugh, I always hated that rule. Oh, little Jimmy died before we could reach the pulpit? Guess he's Hell's problem now!" Lucifer scratched his face with the duckie. "Is the place still covered top to bottom in gold?"
"Yup."
"Ew. I always liked the decor of Hell better. Free will made some really good designers to be damned!" He patted her head, content to believe he'd done a great job at Parent and Friend. "You're still super pretty in my book, Maggie."
"Dad," Charlie starts, just a little bit frustrated, but Vaggie broke off into snickers and she melts, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend.
Lucifer held up his newest creation- a duckie shaped like Alastor. "Speaking of damnation, wanna help me toss this in the incinerator?"
"Fuck yeah," Vaggie says, and Lucifer felt that meant they were now Best Friends.
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miakate-writes · 8 months
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Hallo! I saw your touch-starved prompts, and loved them, but (prepare yourself)... What of the character hated being touched(like some sort of trauma involving others touching them)?
Thmank(not a typo) you very much!
Touch starved prompts part 2 (with a twist)
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[thank you for this submission! if you have any suggestions for prompt lists or prompt lists that you would like to see, please don’t hesitate to pop into my asks box and i will get to your request asap <3]
[tw: mentions of abuse]
song to set the mood [taylor swift my beloved] ^^^
in which Character A knows that Character B was previously in an abusive relationship, A will do everything to make sure that B is comfortable. they don’t want to be touched right now? B isn’t going to push it. they do want to be touched right now? B will absolutely give them all the love and attention they deserve.
in which Character A doesn’t know that Character B was previously in an abusive relationship. it doesn’t take A long to notice that something is wrong with A, hugs and even hand-holding makes them uncomfortable. communication is key between them. they sit down and talk about it and A is completely supportive and willing to help.
“is this ok?”
“you know that i won’t hurt you, right?”
“i’m never going to let anything like that happen to you again. ever.”
for a while they just sit in each other’s company while watching tv or reading.
eventually they work up from linking pinkie fingers to full cuddles. it takes a while and is very difficult for B to get used to and know that they are safe, but A is patient with them and they are learning together.
“can i have a hug.” B asks one day. it shocks A so much that they think it’s a joke at first. once they realise that B isn’t joking they slowly wrap their arms around them, letting B adjust to the feeling.
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pianokantzart · 2 months
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Hello, piano! I hope you’re doing well! 😊 For the emoji prompt, could you do 🫂 for the bros?
🫂 Comforting hugs
The Koopalings had an impressive airship, though it didn't compare to Bowser's old warship in size and scale. It was, however, large enough to come equipped with a prison– lacking the suspended cages and lava pits that Luigi was familiar with, but equally unwelcoming... cold, cramped, dirty and unsettling dark.
Mario and Luigi's captors hadn't come to conquer kingdoms, their only mission was to bring The Super Mario Brothers back to The Dark Lands in chains. Whether they were to be used as a bargaining chip or Bowser wanted the satisfaction of killing them himself, Luigi could only guess. The moment Bowser's young minions stopped squabbling and worked together as a unit, Luigi and Mario were quickly overwhelmed. The additional troops they had brought along overtook them the moment they fell, pulling them apart and dragging them away. That was the last time Luigi saw his brother before he woke up in a squalid cell.
If there was one bright side, it was that Luigi had learned how to pick locks since the last time he was captured. It took him about twenty minutes to work the door mechanisms free bit by bit, hiding his smuggled lock pick within the inner lining of his hat whenever a koopa or goomba wandered by.
When Luigi's cell door finally swung open he pumped his fist in the air victoriously, but he wasn't ready to pat himself on the back just yet. He was not safe by any means, and he still had to figure out what happened to Mario.
Luigi moved as swiftly and silently as possible down the murky hallway, keeping an ear out for guards while calling his brother's name, which echoed off the stone walls of vacant cells. Luigi began to worry that, besides the guards, he was the only one being held in that prison. What would that mean? Was Mario was being held elsewhere? Was he hurt? Was he being hurt? With these morbid thoughts plaguing his mind, Luigi could barely keep himself from letting out a cry of relief when he finally found his brother at the furthest end of the prison, where the bars on the cell walls were thicker and the doors had extra locks. Two goombas were positioned outside his cage, and before they could react Luigi took them out with two firm stomps. Before throwing them in a neighboring cell he searched them over for keys. Unfortunately, neither of them had been trusted with such a privilege.
"Luigi!" Mario called out in a voice that was subdued, but brimming with pride. After Luigi looked his brother over and determined he was unharmed beyond a few scrapes and bruises, he went right to work trying to open the cell door.
"Luigi, don't." Mario whispered, "There's no time."
Luigi didn't look up from the lock, not wanting to admit that his brother was right. Even if his own jailbreak hadn't already raised alarms, the usual patrol was certain to show up at any second. The locks on Mario's cell were more sturdy and numerous than they were on Luigi's cell, and Mario's ankle had been chained to the center of the floor for good measure. Clearly they weren't taking any chances with him.
"I can't just leave you here."
"You won't. You aren't." Mario assured as he rushed to the edge of the cage, stopping just short of the bars as he felt the chain connected to his ankle grow taut. "We're an hour away from The Darklands, that gives you an hour to escape and figure out a plan."
"I don't want–... I can't." Despite his argument, Luigi submitted to his brother's instruction, struggling to hold back tears as he returned the lock pick to his hat. "What if something happens to you?"
"Hey, c'mere." Mario strained against his ankle as far as he could, nearly falling over as he reached through the narrow gaps in the bars and took hold of his brother's shoulders. He drew him into as much of a hug as he could manage, the brims of their hats and the tips of their forehead pressing together.
"You're smart, I'm tough. You'll find a way out, and I'll get by like I always do." Mario assured quietly. "We're the Super Mario Brothers, aren't we? Just because we're working apart doesn't mean we ain't working together."
Luigi nodded, reaching through the bars to return the embrace. He suppressed a whimper as he squeezed his eyes shut and pressed himself further into the edge of his brother's cell, his hands gripping at Mario's arms in an attempt to hug him tighter. Mario was the first to hear the oncoming commotion rumbling down the hallways; stern voices and thundering footsteps. He yanked himself out of the hug, though he kept one hand clasped to his little brother's wrist. "Alright, now go show them who's number one." He spoke with a lighthearted tone, giving Luigi's hand a small squeeze before finally releasing him altogether. Luigi forced a smile. He opened his mouth to give a quip of his own– something cheerful– but with his window of escape rapidly narrowing he whispered a hurried "I love you bro" before he turned on his heels and took off running.
"I love you too." Mario breathed out, though he was now out of earshot. He finally allowed himself to wear his nervousness clearly as a flood of guards rushed by his cell in pursuit of his escaping brother. "Please be okay."
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gothgril69 · 8 months
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Hey hey! Can I get a 6 for the smut prompts with Levi, please? ☺️
sailor i'm finally getting to this i'm so sorry 😭
this is also for you san! @notgoodforlife both of you submitted the same prompt <3
#6: "you look so good beneath me"
He’s so beautiful, you think to yourself as he stares down at you. His eyes are warm from the dim yellow glow of your bedside lamp, and his hair frames his features as it falls down around his face. You’ve never felt so euphoric, so comfortable in your own skin as a man looks down at you.
“You look so good beneath me,” he whispers, and the hand that was stroking your hip comes up to stroke the side of your face instead, his thumb trailing across your drool covered bottom lip. All you can do is nod.
He supports himself on a forearm, his hand now dipping down to guide his cock in between your wet folds. His breathing is more labored, quiet gasps escaping him every time the tip of his cock gets caught on your clit.
You’re no better, practically writhing underneath him, and especially so when his hand abandons his cock in favor of holding your left breast, bending down to wrap his lips around your hardening nipple.
You let out a soft moan and Levi’s hand shuffles up to cover your mouth as he still supports himself with that forearm. “Gotta be quiet,” he mumbles to you. His whole body is pressed against yours, his left hand running along your side and groping your breast as he nibbles and kisses at your skin. His right arm supports him as his hand remains over your mouth, your nose clear and your wide eyes looking at him. “You trust me?” he asks. You nod. “Gonna give you my cock,” he whispers and you nod again.
He guides himself and when you feel him push in, your eyes roll back, a muffled groan sounding under his hand and from the man above you until he bottoms out. You’re grateful for how slow he went, waiting for the thick girthiness inside you to change from pain to pleasure as he remains still. He’s breathing heavily above you, his face hidden in the crook of his elbow as his thumb traces circles into your hip. Your arms circle around him, fingers digging into his broad shoulder blades as you adjust to him.
You roll your hips up to let him know you’re ready, and you lose yourself again when he finally rolls his hips into yours. His pace is consistent and slow as he starts off, but when you start meeting his thrusts you pull his hand back from your mouth.
“Harder, Levi,” you plead through a whisper.
He rewards you. Levi fucks you hard and slow into the mattress, rolling his hips so he barely leaves your pussy and presses hard into the depths of your walls. He slaps a hand back over your mouth when you cum, a whine of a moan escaping you as your eyes roll back from the euphoria coursing through you.
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OTP Prompts: Relationship Progression
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Buying/renting out their first house together.
Having their first serious argument/fight.
Having sex for the first time.
Rescuing/adopting their first pet.
Introducing each other to their parents.
Drinking from the same bottle/cup/etc.
Using pet names.
Getting undressed in front of each other.
Updating their social media relationship status'.
Changing to a joint bank account.
Discussing things that set themselves up to be hurt and trusting that the other won't take advantage of it.
Getting engaged/married.
Using each others' phones without supervision.
Making a joint purchase together.
Caring for the others' nieces/nephews/grandchildren/children, with or without them.
Laughing at something embarrassing to the other person and knowing it's not going to offend/upset them.
Having their first sleepover.
Going on their first roadtrip/vacation.
Opening up about something personal.
Saying "I love you" for the first time.
Discussions of kinks that they're embarrassed/self-conscious of.
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galamalion · 7 months
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୨୧. 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃
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summary. you visit sabo after his sudden collapse.
⤷ contents. sabo x gn!reader, fluff + angst, light angst
⤷ notes. hello!! sorry for the long wait, college has been very busy! this is for my flower prompts and requested by @resetjupiter! hope you enjoy!
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It’d been three days since Sabo suddenly collapsed. You’d been exiled from his room in the medical bay, checking in far too often for the doctor’s liking and causing a disturbance with your constant pestering. Koala and Ivankov did their best to inform you of any updates for his condition, but for the past three days it’d been static. At least, until now.
You’d been pacing in the medical bay for the past two hours (the doctor said you couldn’t enter his room, but right outside the door was fair game), waiting for the ‘ok’ to enter.
Sabo’s health wasn’t something you ever had to worry about. He was one of the strongest soldiers in the Revolutionary Army and right-hand man to Monkey D. Dragon. The two of you were inseparable, unstoppable. No matter the challenges you faced, you always came out on top. Lady Luck was on your side, protecting you from any and all harm. So why did this happen?
Suddenly, the door to Sabo’s room creaked open. Koala’s head poked out, gently nodding for you to enter, which you hurriedly obliged. Upon entering, you saw Sabo laying in the hospital bed, looking unimaginably tired and stressed despite having slept for the last three days. You slowly approached his bed and sat on the edge, giving Koala a nod as she silently exited the room, leaving the two of you alone.
It was hard to look at Sabo. Strands of soft blonde hair obscured his face which made it difficult for him to see, but that was hardly a problem at the moment as he only stared blankly at the wall ahead of him. His eyes had dark circles around them, clearly stress-induced judging by the shaky frowned etched into his face. Yes, he was incredibly hard to look at, and yet you could see the man you loved hidden behind this shell.
Testing the waters, you stretched your hand over his palm, gently grazing him with your touch. Immediately, Sabo grasped your hand, pulling it up to his mouth, peppering it with light kisses. You felt your heart swell in your chest as your lover slowly raised his other hand to your cheek, carefully brushing it. No words were spoken, only a silent reassurance that you were both still here, in presence and spirit.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered hoarsely. His eyes slightly crinkled, likely from the stress of using his unused throat. But you could still see that familiar glimmer in his eyes, barely burning from the strain of the past three days.
“Don’t,” you mumbled, pulling him into a gentle hug, “don’t be sorry, ever. You’ve done nothing wrong.”
You could hear a tiny sniffle coming from Sabo as he dug his head into the crook of your neck. His arms came to your back, holding you close in an embrace. This was the first hug you shared since Sabo’s collapse, and it reassured you that he hadn’t left. That he wasn’t going anywhere. You heard him speak up from the safety of your shoulder, clutching onto you even tighter.
“I…remember now.” he took a deep breath in, preparing himself for his next words.
“Everything, from before I joined the Revolutionaries. I remember everything,” Sabo’s body began shaking, “My home, my family—my real family, my brothers—Ace!” he grasped onto you for any kind of stability in his moment of complete vulnerability, quivering in your arms as his tears flowed freely.
Slowly, his head parted from your shoulder, but his hands lingered. Your mind went blank as you attempted to comprehend his words. You were aware that Sabo couldn’t remember what happened during his childhood, that when Dragon brought him aboard he was an amnesiac who refused to return back to his family, but you knew nothing of his past. No one did.
“Have you told Dragon?” you asked carefully, resting your hand on his knee.
“No, I wanted you to know first. I’ll tell him and Ivankov later,” his hands fled to your own, running them across the creases in your fingers, “for now, I just want you to be here with me.”
In response to Sabo’s words, all you could do was stare into his eyes. You weren’t sure if it was possible to love Sabo more than you already had, but time and time again he proved you wrong. His devotion, to his family, friends, and you, was unmatched by all.
Sabo shuffled in the hospital bed, continuing to stare down at your hands. Slowly, his eyes met your own once again. 
“Thank you,” he murmured, voice cracking, “for everything.”
You gave him a small smile, “Didn’t I already tell you to knock that off? You’ve got nothing to thank me for.”
“You told me not to apologize. Gratitude is still on the table.”
Already Sabo was returning to his usual self, the lingering tears in his eyes drying as you two jabbed each other with sharp barbs, just like how things were before. You knew he was still your Sabo, but seeing and hearing is different than believing. Being able to see his unshakable grin was completely different than recalling a memory of it.
A soft knock at the door interrupted your lover's quarrel, your heads turning to see Dragon opening the door. He gave you a curt nod, and you knew he was silently asking for privacy. One glimpse at Sabo showed that he knew it too, laying a kiss on your hand before your incoming departure.
“Come visit again soon, yeah?” he smiled. “It’d be cruel to abandon a sick man.”
You brushed his stray hairs from his forehead, leaving room for a light peck on his forehead, “You poor thing, I'll bring you some fresh flowers when I come back,” you teased.
You slid off the bed and pranced towards the door, hearing it creak shut as you stepped out into the hallway. Walking through the halls of the infirmary gave you time to think about your parting words, pondering what bouquet would suit your rough, yet incredibly posh and polished, lover.
As you exited the building you spied numerous carnations lining the walkway, planted to raise the spirits of the injured and their families. What caught your eye, however, was a single sapphire flower in the middle of the swathes of carnations.
'A unique flower for a unique man,’ you chuckled to yourself, moving to carefully pluck the flower from its place.
"Just our luck," you whispered, bringing it to your lips for a single kiss.
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lunememes · 1 year
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🌙 * ― 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ( a collection of various settings for drabbles or prompts, or both! )
001. a tattoo parlour, buzzing with machinery and walls lined with artwork . 002. a shopping mall, crowded and loud . 003. a cabin in the mountains, taking shelter from the snow storm. 004. an abandoned tea party, occupied with broken dolls . 005. the shooting range, empty casings clinking on the floor and sulphur in the air . 006. a music room, filled with melodies of an instrument . 007. an empty auto shop, hood of a car left open and quiet music coming through speakers . 008. a bright arcade, coins falling from machines and claws grabbing at soft toys . 009. the kennels, filled with barking dogs and excited companions . 010. a restaurant, where everyone is eerily quiet and staff are overly friendly . 011. a riding arena, with trained riders atop proud horses . 012. a mini golf course, sails of a windmill obscuring the path ahead . 013. a zoo, filled with an array of unique animals . 014. the docks of a bay, boats lining the decks . 015. a pond with ducks, seeking food . 016. a museum, displaying ancient bones and pottery of a history long ago . 017. a closed down prison, ghosts of violent history echoing in empty cells . 018. a quiet train station, lights overhead flickering and announcement board displaying errors . 019. the vast desert, scorching heat baring down at high noon . 020. the dark woods, filled with strange hanging symbols made of sticks . 021. a deep hole in the ground, covered by leaves and sticks . 022. a wishing fountain, base lined with copper coins of past wishes . 023. an abandoned picnic in an empty field, flask still warm with coffee . 024. a barn filled with hay and tools, old wood creaking in the wind . 025. a graveyard in the dead of night, wind howling through the trees . 026. a crumbling bridge above a raging river . 027. the refreshing waters of a lake, away from prying eyes . 028. the crossroads, in the middle of nowhere . 029. a cosy bonfire at summer camp, marshmallows roasting on the fire . 030. the top of a radio tower, with the perfect view of the surrounding area . 031. a lone phone box on a street corner . 032. a large elaborate temple dedicated to a deity, offerings still intact . 033. a drive-in movie theatre, cars empty and projector casting only light onto the screen . 034. a strange trail of breadcrumbs on a woodland path . 035. a haunted mansion, ancient paintings watching every footstep . 036. a decrepit mine located out in the hills, believed by locals to have a powerful curse cast upon it . 037. the edge of a cliff, overlooking the rough waves and distant sounds of approaching danger . 038. a road trip across country, music blaring through speakers . 039. a flower shop, filled with bouquets and a sweet aroma . 040. an airport in the early hours of the morning, deprived of sleep . 041. a train on its way to its destination, a sleeping passenger resting on a shoulder . 042. an abandoned shack filled with strange books of the occult and something mysterious bubbling on the stove . 043. an empty throne room, moonlight glimmering through tall windows . 044. an underwater tunnel in an aquarium, fish swimming overhead and sharks looming in the distance . 045. deep within unmarked cave located in the side of a mountain, lit only by a flare . 046. the dusty streets of a western town, watched by wary residents . 047. the back of a vast library, surrounded by books, when a black book falls from the highest shelf . 048. a room of an asylum, an abandoned camcorder left in the middle of the room . 049. the shores of an unknown beach, washed up from the ocean . 050. the deck of an unsteady ship, waves crashing against the haul and rain lashing down from dark clouds .
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mdoodlerfandomart · 7 days
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#39 "What's your star sign?" Jim Claire
@that-one-clotpole
Toby swears he's going to destroy that stupid courage-good-luck-whatever-it-is thing when he finally gets his hands on it. Until then, he'll focus on trying to lure his friend away from poor Claire.
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withmyteeth · 29 days
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Between my anxiety around making requests and this hellish app crashing on me I almost didn't make it here. They hate to see bad bitches winning!! 😂
But! I am here! You can't escape me lmao
Could I perhaaaaps get: save, traipse, and burn with Tig? 👀
Its truly funny how you are anxious to request it and I am anxious to write it. Why do we do this to ourselves? Anyways, here's some drama to wash it away....
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Normally, seeing your old man pull up on his Harley fills you with joy, but not this time.  After everything Tig’s done, you’d set him on fire just to watch him burn.
You rip the door open before he even knocks, the surprise on his face flashing to fear before he locks it down. “Hey, doll–”
“Save it,” you snap.  He tries to speak again, but you throw your hand up. “After what you did, you think you can just traipse back in here and act like it never happened?  Nuh-uh.  Not today, Alexander.  Today, you can go fuck yourself.”
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