Thursday/Boxers, Briefs or Commando
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sharpiesgal and I’ll be your lovely host for this week.
My fourth theme will be Boxers/Briefs or Commando. Prompts should have some relation to underwear or the lack thereof.
The rules are as follows:
1. No more than five prompts in a row.
2. No more than three prompts in a fandom.
3. Use the character's full name and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
4. If your prompt or fill contains anything that can be a trigger for the reader, please add a warning for that to give the reader the chance to decide if they want to read or not.
5. No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use the spoiler cut option found here.
6. If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the juices flowing:
The Bourne Legacy, Aaron Cross, when one is on the run underwear is the last thing you think about packing.
MCU, Tony Stark/ Bruce Banner, Tony carries in his armor a spare pair of boxers just in case Bruce turns into the Hulk unexpectedly.
Agents of Shield, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, he loved it when she would wander around their hotel room in nothing but his dress shirt and boxers.
We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2015 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
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sharpiesgal and I’ll be your lovely host for this week.My fourth theme will be Boxers/Briefs or Commando. Prompts should have some relation to underwear or the lack thereof.
The rules are as follows:
1. No more than five prompts in a row.
2. No more than three prompts in a fandom.
3. Use the character's full name and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
4. If your prompt or fill contains anything that can be a trigger for the reader, please add a warning for that to give the reader the chance to decide if they want to read or not.
5. No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use the spoiler cut option found here.
6. If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the juices flowing:
The Bourne Legacy, Aaron Cross, when one is on the run underwear is the last thing you think about packing.
MCU, Tony Stark/ Bruce Banner, Tony carries in his armor a spare pair of boxers just in case Bruce turns into the Hulk unexpectedly.
Agents of Shield, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, he loved it when she would wander around their hotel room in nothing but his dress shirt and boxers.
We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2015 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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Date: 2015-03-05 06:04 am (UTC)No fill, but...
Date: 2015-03-05 03:28 pm (UTC)Re: No fill, but...
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Date: 2015-03-05 06:05 am (UTC)Never More Beautiful
Date: 2015-03-06 03:33 am (UTC)But in all those years of of everything else they had been to one another they had never been lovers. Until now that is. After Garrett and Ward. They came together and he discovered a whole other part of her. She had no qualms about walking around their rooms with absolutely nothing on and if he thought she was something else in her Tac-suit, her body uncovered was spectacular. But as sexy as he found her, she was at her sexiest when she pulled the shirt he’d just removed from his hands and slipped it on leaving it mostly unbuttoned then pulled a pair of his boring boxers from the drawer, slipping those on a well. He didn't know what it was about seeing her in his clothes, but she was never more beautiful to him than then.
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Date: 2015-03-05 06:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-05 07:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-05 07:48 am (UTC)Fill: The Color of Desire, TW mildly NSFW
Date: 2017-03-28 03:15 am (UTC)“In the bedroom,” Darcy trills back, sounding way too innocent for what Natasha knows is coming.
Natasha makes her way across their small, neat kitchen and spots another flash of red—a pair of lace panties hanging off the handle of the oven. That’s a fire hazard, she thinks, rolling her eyes, taking off her jacket.
“Guess what I’m wearing,” Darcy calls out. Liho goes flashing by with something in her mouth, and Natasha is relieved to see it’s a toy and not another scrap of red lace.
Right in front of the bedroom door is a bra, just Darcy’s size (Natasha could tell from a mile away), the cups edged in fine ruby-red. “Well, from what I’m seeing out here,” she says, voice starting to go husky with arousal and anticipation, “absolutely nothing.”
When she opens the door, Darcy is waiting at the head of the bed. One wrist is tied to the headboard with a length of red silk, the other is waving at Natasha, a blindfold twirling around one finger. She’s gloriously naked, her nipples tight and swollen, her legs open just enough for Darcy to see her pink cunt. “You,” she says, grinning sweetly, “are absolutely right.”
Natasha’s mouth goes dry. She might be an Avenger, but she’s only human, especially around her naked girlfriend who smells like coconut and owns three different vibrators.
“Those are for you,” Darcy says, nodding towards a pair of silky red boyshorts at the end of the bed.
“Like I’m putting more clothes on,” Natasha says, and pounces on her laughing girlfriend.
RE: Fill: The Color of Desire, TW mildly NSFW
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Date: 2015-03-05 07:52 am (UTC)Fill- Pepper's Panties, PG
Date: 2015-03-06 01:29 am (UTC)“Uh, why am I wearing panties?” he asked, staring down at his mostly naked body. The sheets were wrapped around his ankles, giving him a good view of the lacy pink undergarments.
There was rustling sound and Pepper’s head rose slowly over the side of the bed. Her hair was mussed and sticking up in every direction and her eyes were ringed in red. She stared at him for a moment, blinking slowly, then rubbed at her eyes. “Why are you wearing my underwear?” she asked. She looked down at her own body. “At least I’m not wearing yours.”
“Lucky you,” Tony grumbled. He stretched, rubbing absently at his pounding temples, as Pepper climbed up on to the bed, collapsing facedown into a pillow. “JARVIS, you there, bud?”
“At your service, sir,” came the disembodied voice.
Tony grinned. “Hey, babe. Can you tell us what happened last night?” he asked. “And how I got into Pepper’s panties. This is so not how I’m used to that going.”
“It would perhaps be easier to show you, sir. I can put a video feed on the wall?”
“Coffee first,” Pepper groaned, raising her head just enough to be heard.
Tony nodded. That sounded like a good idea, especially if whatever had happened was bad enough to require video footage. “Queue it up in the kitchen and start some coffee. Lots of coffee.”
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Date: 2015-03-05 07:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-05 07:55 am (UTC)FILL: Felicity Smoak/Sara Lance
Date: 2015-03-25 04:51 am (UTC)“What are you doing?” Sara asked from the bed.
“I can’t find my underwear, where did you throw it? I can’t go out without it, what if someone sees and they think I’m that kind of girl, which I’m not, by the way, but someone might think so.” All Sara did was smile, that smile which made Felicity’s heart skip a beat, which made her knees weak and filled her belly with butterflies. She hated that smile, one, when she believed that once again Oliver had someone he would use as an excuse to why they couldn’t be together.
“I wouldn’t mind it if you walked around without your underwear.”
“But my boss might, who is also your boss, well, sort of. I’m not sure if he’s your boss as you’re not technically working for him, more with him, and even in the club you’re more under Thea than Oliver. No, not under like in under, but under, you know?”
“I think so, first under is like you were when I got home.” Felicity blushed, flashes of their morning fun returning to her. Felicity went to bed around midnight, and Sara returned home around five. At first they only cuddled, but that soon evolved, and they ended up naked and wrapped in each others arms.
“You can always take one of mine, I don’t mind.”
Felicity sighed, knowing it was better than nothing. “Fine, but from now on I’m bringing a bag with change, so this won’t happen again.”
“I’ve told you long ago I could make some space in the closet for you.” She had, but Felicity wasn’t completely sure about them moving in together. “Come here cutie, give me a kiss before you head off to work.” Felicity wasn’t able to stay angry for long as she kissed Sara goodbye, before grabbing one of her less sexy underwear, putting them on and leaving the aprartment.
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Date: 2015-03-05 08:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-05 08:37 am (UTC)lol so this is kind of the reverse of what you wrote me! I couldn't help it :P
Date: 2015-03-05 10:07 pm (UTC)Bruce clears his throat, folding his newspaper as Damian wanders into the kitchen, hair sticking up all over, light creases from his pillowcase still indented on his cheek. He looks at Dick, who’s fork has stopped halfway to his mouth, bits of pancake dangling off the end of it, and sighs. “Damian.”
Damian doesn’t say a word, doesn’t grunt, doesn’t even look at Bruce until he has a cup of coffee in his hands and has taken the first sip. “What.”
“A word, please. In the study.”
“Can I not finish my coffee first?” Damian snarls around the rim of the mug.
Bruce glances over at Dick, fork still paused mid-bite, syrup puddled on the tablecloth where it had been dripping off steadily. Staring. Bruce has half a mind to kick the chair beneath him and put him on his ass.
“No,” he says tersely. “Bring it with you, but come with me.”
Damian mutters words in a language Bruce isn’t even fluent in under his breath as he pads through the kitchen and out the door leading to the study.
Bruce looks over at Dick and frowns, taking the fork out of the poor boy’s hand before he leaves.
“What is this about?” Damian questions him as soon as he walks in and shuts the door, curled up in one of the leather armchairs, clutching his coffee possessively. “It’s a weekend so I know it’s not business and you usually allow me at least breakfast before starting in on the mission. So what is so important that -”
“You are too old to be walking around the house in your underwear.” He grits his teeth. “Especially when we have guests.”
“Guests? We don’t have guests. Are you referring to Grayson? He practically lives here. I mean, when was the last time he slept at his own place?”
Bruce pinches the bridge of his nose. That’s even worse.
“What,” Damian snaps. “are you making that loathsome face for? It’s my house, I’ll dress how I want to.”
“It’s my house,” Bruce corrects him because he's on edge and when he's on edge he acts like a dick. He accepts that. “And you can’t walk around like that around...Dick. Not anymore.”
Damian narrows his eyes. “Why.”
Bruce groans inwardly. Of course. Of course he’d make this more difficult than it has to be. He’s Damian. If he didn’t make something more difficult than it had to be, Bruce would probably have to check his DNA, make sure he hadn’t been body snatched. “Because,” he says slowly, dreading the next part maybe more than anything he’s ever dreaded in life, including every single time he has ever had to interact with Oliver Queen. “You’ve grown up, Damian. You’re a…” Bruce coughs, the air suddenly overly stuffy and dry. If he were a lucky man he would just choke to death and save himself this misery. “A, well, a handsome young man and --”
“Oh god,” Damian whispers. “This is appalling. Cease. Cease speaking right now. Please.”
“Ohthankgod,” Bruce mutters, then clears his throat, straightening in his chair. “I mean. Do you understand what I’m trying to tell you?”
A truly, honest to god, terrifying grin spreads out across Damian’s face. It’s the kind of look that’s only ever driven Bruce to legitimately drink. “Grayson’s a pervert,” he says and takes a casual sip of his coffee, still grinning around the edge of it.
Bruce buries his face in his hands. This is not going how he'd meant it to go. “Just. Put on some damn pants, Damian.” He has to bite his own tongue to keep from saying please.
Damian slides his feet out from under him and stands up, eyes sparkling bright with bad intentions. It makes Bruce’s ulcer flare up. “I’ll consider it.”
Bruce groans and pages Alfred through the intercom.
“Yes, Master Bruce?”
“I’ll be taking my breakfast in the study, Alfred,” he says, squeezing his eyes shut and muttering, “for the rest of my damn life.”
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Date: 2015-03-05 10:50 am (UTC)fill
Date: 2015-03-08 06:26 pm (UTC)Dami rolls her eyes. Rach doesn't tell her they're going to get stuck up there, but she wants to. "I've waited enough seconds already, Grayson. What?"
"It's. Those panties." Rach knows her mouth is hanging open, but she's not sure what to do about it.
"Yes," Dami says. "You have seen them before, you know. I assure you what's under them is far more interesting." She stretches, and Rach watches the taut lines of her stomach, thinks about just –
She doesn't have to think, because she's allowed to do this now. Of course, if it had been up to Dami, she would have done this ages ago, but –
Rach has standards. Sometimes.
She moves in closer, sliding her fingers over Dami's panties, the entirely impractical lace that she kind of just wants to tear off, but –
"Dami," she says. She lowers herself to the floor, mouth level with Dami's stomach. "I was there when you picked these out."
Rach can see Damian trying to keep her composure, but when Rach starts to slip her panties off, she gets her hands in Rach's hair, pulling gently at the long dark strands.
"Yes," Dami says. "I know."
"Our first date was helping you pick out lingerie," Rach says. She laughs against Dami's skin, and Dami shivers a little. "I'll really have to up the ante for the second one."
"Well, you could start by – oh, fuck."
"Language," Rach says, grinning.
"Fuck you," Dami growls out, bucking against Rach's mouth.
"Mm," Rach says. "Patience. We'll get to that."
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Date: 2015-03-05 11:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-05 11:49 am (UTC)Fill: Pink Pocket Underwear (Doctor Who: Ten/Jack)
Date: 2015-03-05 06:26 pm (UTC)“Jack how about we go-what are you doing?”
“Oh... well not what your thinking...” Jack replied with a cheeky grin, his hand down his trousers and his eyes watching the blushing Doctor who was standing awkwardly by the TARDIS console, his eyes wide and his mouth falling into a thin line. “I am trying out these futuristic underwear... they have pockets, look I'll show you.”
“No! No Jack! Keep your trousers on...” he stopped mid sentence, the other man's trousers already round his ankles. If it was even possible he felt his cheeks warm up just that little bit more. His eyes... well he tried to pull them away... really he did but well Jack was showing off his pink futuristic underwear – with pockets may he add. “Where did you get those anyway?” he asked as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as Jack smirked.
“Well you know we landed on Sheraton?”
The Doctor nodded just slightly, taking a deep breath. He must compose himself!
“There... Like what you see?”
“What do you mean like what I see? There's nothing there to look at...”
Jack chuckled slightly, the Doctor smirking slightly at his own come back. Oh how the tables have turned!
“I like this regeneration... kinda cheeky!”
“You should keep those Jack. You look good in pink!”
Oh he was definitely going to keep these pink pocket underwear.
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Date: 2015-03-05 11:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-05 12:19 pm (UTC)FILL: Mating Dance [DCU, Bruce Wayne + Damian Wayne(/Dick Grayson), PG-13]
Date: 2015-03-05 04:26 pm (UTC)He knew this day would come.
Knew it, in the same kind of way that he always knew that he’d grow up to fight crime. Knew it, in the same kind of way that he always knew that he’d have to give Damian the sex talk one of these days. It wasn’t a nice knowledge, was something closer to a burden at times, but at least he was prepared for it – at least he knew it was coming, and could act accordingly.
“Damian,” or, at least, that was the theory. He takes a deep breath, spins in the console chair and rests his palms flat on his legs – Damian eyes him with open suspicion, already this is off to a wobbly start, “you turned eighteen last month.”
“…Yes,” Damian allows, and slowly backs a step away – keeps his eyes on him, as if he fears that he’s about to viciously strike at any moment, “although I’m not sure what relevancy that has to Grayson walking around the manor in his underwear. His absurdly tight, incredibly well-fitting, alarmingly distracting underwear.”
“Well-“
“It’s just obscene.”
“Yes,” he pauses again, takes a deep breath. Damian keeps staring at him like he’s gone mad, slowly takes another step back as if compensating for this, “and you’re aware, of course, that eighteen is the legal age of adulthood in Gotham. The age where the law considers you prepared, if you will, to take responsibility for your own life.”
“Yes,” Damian repeats slowly, shifts carefully on his feet. The expression of edginess on his face is one that he hasn’t worn for a while – it shocks him to realize that it looks different, somehow more imposing than amusing, now that his son is closer to twenty than he is ten, “but, father, Grayson turned eighteen several years ago and so-“
“Your own decisions, if you will,” he interrupts, as if urged on by a cattle prod. He realizes, a second too late, that their positions mirror those of the disastrous sex talk of four years ago – determines that it’s too late, would do more damage, to alter that now and plunges on as best he can, “especially regarding those of consent. Relationships, romance, sex to be perfectly accurate.”
“Father…”
He waits, squirming inside, as his meaning finally gets through to Damian. As Damian’s face wrinkles, then smoothes, then takes on a somewhat dreamy light that he never expected to see on his son and never really wanted to, “Damian.”
“Are you saying…” His son starts very slowly, pauses to glance upwards – to the mansion, he presumes, where Dick is apparently capering around in his underwear like a bird of paradise trying to win its mate, “that Grayson is acting in such a manner because I have finally reached the age of consent, when I am allowed to act on any desires I may or may not hold?”
“That is my hypothesis,” he offers calmly, and very narrowly resists the urge to wince right out of his chair at Damian’s sudden chuckle, “yes. I would, however, recommend-“
“This changes everything,” it’s Damian’s turn to interrupt him, with a certain bright light in his eyes that makes the urge to wince even more difficult to resist. He turns slowly, an odd smirk upon his face. Bounces on his heels for a second… And then strides for the stairs, not sparing him a backwards glance as he trots away, “thank you, father, you have proved most illuminating yet again.”
“-Talking to him first,” he finishes weakly, and receives only the sound of Damian’s boots in answer. Slumps back in his chair, as he pictures the other possibilities – Damian just pouncing on Dick, Damian bearing Dick down to the floor, the two of them not talking at all, the two of them making… Other noises instead.
That considered, it takes him only a moment to spring up and go for his suit. There has to be somebody he can put in jail tonight, after all. Anything is better than being trapped down here.
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Date: 2015-03-05 01:32 pm (UTC)FILL: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers
Date: 2015-03-25 07:04 am (UTC)Slowly she wondered what would happen if she did buy them. Did people know who she was, did they know she was daring Steve?
Thinking about him she wondered what he would say if she showed up wearing them, would he think it was ridiculous? Would he be disturbed?
Smiling wickedly she looked for her size and went to the register.
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Date: 2015-03-05 02:09 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-03-05 02:16 pm (UTC)Torchwoood, Tosh/Owen
Date: 2015-03-11 04:11 pm (UTC)He looked at his watch, almost lunchtime, perfect. Jack wouldn’t mind him taking Toshiko out for lunch as long as they didn’t stray too far in case they had to leave suddenly to chase the next apocalypse or something. Now he just had to get Toshiko’s attention.
He threw his pen down on his desk, knowing that she had noticed, and then he began to stretch his arms above his head, his shirt riding up a little as he did so. He had her attention, Toshiko was staring intently at him just above the top of his jeans were a hint of white could be seen.
“Lunch Tosh?” Owen asked a sly grin on his face. Gwen was busy at her computer and had yet to notice the byplay between them.
Toshiko nodded, grabbing her bag from under her desk as she stood, calling out to Gwen as she did so. “Owen and I are going to pick up lunch, we’ll be back soon.”
Owen followed her out of the main hub and into the lift up to the tourist office. As soon as the door was shut Toshiko was pushing him back against the wall, feeling for the scrap of white that could be seen above his jeans.
“You went home to change on your way here, why are you still wearing these?” Toshiko asked, her hand slipping between his skin and the jeans to feel her white lace panties.
Owen shrugged, “They were clean, didn’t see the point of changing out of them.”
Owen wasn’t about to tell her that he liked the feel of them, or that he liked how she acted when she saw him in her underwear, not when they had to be back soon with lunch for everyone else. The long lunch that he had intended for them to take was not a possibility now that she had offered their services as food deliverers. He also didn’t tell her that while he had been home that morning he had packed a bag so he didn’t have to rush off in the morning, nor did he tell her that he hadn’t packed a single pair of boxers. He just hoped that Toshiko wouldn’t mind lending him some more of her underwear over the next few days.
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Date: 2015-03-05 02:16 pm (UTC)Fill , Criminal Minds, JJ, Luke Alvez, & Penelope Garcia
Date: 2017-10-24 05:40 am (UTC)