#Prompt 23: Forehead Kiss/Touch

[cursingtoji]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒆́𝒔™ — milestone event

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ took me forever to get here but yay! so i assembled 50 cliche au’s and prompts and the rules are simple

choose up to 3 prompts

you can specify a scenario based on the prompt just don’t go too crazy (or go what do i know)

try not to send the same prompt + character someone already sent

works that have been posted will be linked beside the prompt

you can choose the genre or leave it to me

fandoms: jjk, aot, kny, chainsaw man, naruto, death note, tokyo revengers, demon slayer

works will be under the tag #— the cliches ™ or you can check the list below

Use the form if you wanna be tagged in a specific work

works will also be in my ao3

note: no more gojo please he’s 70% of this list already

note 2: can’t believe I’m saying this but also let’s hold on toji too

pink = requested blue = posted

1. lost love

2. kiss in the rain [Denji]

3. drunk confession [Toji]

4. being carried [Gojo]

5. bodyguard au [Eren] [Nanami]

6. saving you [Gojo]

7. friends with benefits but…

8. helping each other getting ready/unready

9. wet transparent shirt [Denji]

10. “he’s dangerous, stay away” [Toji]

11. only one bed [Gojo]

12. interrupted kiss [Itachi]

13. touching under the table [Eren]

14. showering together [Aki]

15. forbidden love [Toji] [Eren]

16. “i didn’t know you were into that” [Kakashi]

17. hugging from behind [Reiner]

18. when they/you are sick (choose one) [Denji]

19. sexual tension [Aki] [Sukuna]

20. “i thought i lost you” [Toji]

21. hate sex [Gojo]

22. secret relationship [Sukuna]

23. touching foreheads [Itachi]

24. “you’re doing great” [Nanami]

25. love triangle

26. exes [Gojo]

27. “who did this to you?” [Gojo] [Sukuna]

28. fake dating [Gojo]

29. sex under the influence [Yuki]

30. losing your/their virginity [Chifuyu]

31. tattoo artist au [Choso]

32. casual ass slap [Kishibe]

33. “what happened to us?” [Gojo]

34. jealous [Gojo] [Geto]

35. when you cry [Toji]

36. buying you tampons

37. period sex (you can see where my train of thought led me) [L]

38. coworker/boss au [Nanami]

39. caught masturbating [Geto]

40. aftercare [Aki]

41. kissing your hand

42. “are you sure about this?” [Toji]

43. sitting on their lap [Geto]

44. morning sex [Toji] [Orochimaru]

45. trapped together [Geto] [Jean]

46. “what if someone sees us?” [Jiraya]

47. when you have been apart for too long [Aki] [Jiraiya]

48. roommates [Geto] [Yuki]

49. holding hands

50. “stay” [Sukuna]

[seiya-starsniper]

#23 for the soft fic prompt meme!

23. Waking Up - Ahhhhhhhh I love writing waking up scenes 💖 Thanks for sending this one in!

Soft Fics Prompt Meme

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It is a rare thing for Dream to be present when a lover wakes from their time spent in his realm.

Nada had run from him when she woke after their first (only) night together. Alianora had never woken from sleep before she passed, and Calliope…

Calliope found his presence too unsettling after a time. She told him the difference between his Dreaming and Waking form were too different, too jarring for her to find comfort in and so she requested he stop being present whenever she awoke. Dream had not thought being denied this intimacy would hurt him so, and yet soon after the request, their relationship had begun to unravel and never recovered. 

Dream assumes much will be the same with Hob, eventually. That Hob will one day open his eyes and flinch away from him, his mind unable to reconcile the different facets of him between dreaming and waking.

Today is not that day.

Today, Hob, still asleep, presses himself chest to chest with Dream, nuzzles into his neck and inhales, as if trying to parse the scent of the Endless. Dream does not believe he has a scent here in the Waking, but Hob tells him otherwise. He says Dream smells of ozone and petrichor, of old books and the sea after a storm. It is a relaxing scent, he says, and the immortal uses it as an excuse to insist Dream stay with him until he falls asleep, and be there when he wakes in the morning, even if Dream cannot stay the whole night.

Some nights, Dream does stay the whole night, just to watch Hob go through the different stages of sleep until he dreams. It is a small indulgence, but one he would not trade for anything in the world.

As Hob continues to shift in his sleep, Dream feels the immortal’s mind slowly begin to drift between the Dreaming and the Waking. Dream finds himself holding breath he does not need, bracing himself for the moment when Hob’s consciousness flickers to life, when those warm brown eyes open and recognition slowly but surely dawns across his lover’s face.

Today, like every other day Hob has woken beside Dream, he greets him with the most brilliant smile the Endless has ever seen. Like every other day, it causes a stutter in his chest that Dream can only identify as love, it is love sitting there in the space between their shared breaths.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Hob greets him, before leaning in for a kiss.

“Good morning, beloved,” Dream replies, chasing the remnants of Hob’s dreams on his lips.

As they continue to lay together, their mouths brushing lazily in the morning light of Hob’s flat, Dream thinks if this is the last morning Hob wakes and perceives him like this, it will be enough. It is already more mornings that Calliope had ever allowed him, and it is more than enough.

But then days turn into weeks that then turn into months and before Dream realizes it, five human years have gone by in the blink of an eye. And yet, Hob still craves his presence before he sleeps, and right as he wakes. 

“You are a marvel, dear heart,” Dream tells him one morning, running his fingers through Hob’s hair.

“Why’s that?” Hob asks, a pleased hum escaping his lips as he leans into Dream’s touch.

“Because,” Dream says, kissing his forehead gently, “you love me. All of me.”

“I do,” Hob replies, resolute. “Always.”

[steventhusiast]

STWG daily prompt 8/10/23

prompt: "you're shaking"

pairing/character(s): steddie

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When Steve wakes up, it's to a dark room and the sound of shallow, panicked breaths beside him. He's not sure what exactly woke him up, but he recognises the distant the feeling of the bed jolting and jostling as someone sits up. It wakes him up fast, and he squints his eyes through the dark to see that Eddie is no longer acting as his personal pillow.

Instead, he's sat up in Steve's bed, scooted away from him a little, with his knees up to his chest, and his forehead resting on one of them as he keeps inhaling and exhaling those too-short breaths.

"Hey." Steve whispers, trying to sound gentle. Eddie flinches at his voice anyway, and now his head is resting sideways on his knee, and Steve can just about make out his wide-eyed gaze on him through the darkness of the room.

He reaches out to turn on his bedside lamp, and slowly sits up to be closer to Eddie once again. Now that the light's on, he notices the redness of Eddie's eyes, and not-yet-dried tear tracks on his face.

"Nightmare?" Steve asks, even though he knows the answer. Eddie nods, and harshly sniffles, then tries and fails to take in a deeper breath.

"Can I hold you, or is it a no touch kind of night?" Steve continues, hands hovering uselessly near Eddie, but not daring to touch until he gets the go ahead.

Sometimes, Eddie needs to be held after a nightmare. Needs some proof that he's not in the Upside Down, and that the feelings of bats ripping apart his torso are phantom, not real. Touch can be good now, not dangerous.

But sometimes, Eddie can't handle it. He'll flinch awfully at the slightest brush of Steve's hand against his skin, and his breathing speeds up from panicked to a full blown panic attack. Steve doesn't want to ever again be the cause of that. So he always asks.

"Please." Eddie whispers shakily, and nods with the words.

Steve wastes no time in shuffling close enough that the side of his body is pressed against Eddie's and he puts one arm behind Eddie's waist to pull him in closer, and uses the other to gentle guide one of Eddie's hands to be pressed, palm flat, against Steve's chest.

"You're shaking." He notes, rubbing his thumb soothingly back and forth over Eddie's knuckles.

After that, he's quiet, listening to Eddie's breathing as it gradually slows. Lets the rhythmic thumps of his heart along with the steady rise and fall of his chest guide Eddie into something similar.

"You're okay, baby." He promises once Eddie's breaths are calmer.

Eddie lets his head fall down onto his shoulder in response, no longer curled up into a tight ball, but leaning into Steve's comfort entirely. Steve tilts his chin down to press a kiss to his hair in response.

"You're okay." He repeats, "I'm here."

[abiiors]

A small little blurb of Matty taking care of sick reader on a cold rainy day. (Im totally not sick and I’m totally not projecting)

because ik sicktember ‘23 is happening, i just thought i would use their prompt for today "sick in an inconvenient place"

hope you feel better soon, babe. sending you hugs <33

walking into work today was a bad idea. fuck, getting out of bed in the first place was an even worse idea. perhaps the worst one ever or so you’re convinced now that you sit at your desk shivering and sweating simultaneously. 

for some reason, cool air blasts out of the ac. the temperature is set so low that the whole area feels like a walk-in freezer. and then there’s the torrential rain outside on top of everything. 

you know, despite having an umbrella you will be drenched by the time you make it to the bus stop. and just the thought of being cold and damp while you feel like you're on the verge of death, makes you want to burst into tears. 

another sniffle from you. another glare from the new guy sitting across from you and you decide enough is enough. 

matty :( is the only thing you need to text him before he’s calling you within thirty seconds. 

in the background, you hear the same pitter-patter of rain, muffled and drowned out by other sounds and the riff of a guitar here or there. but it’s very much present. very persistent. 

“what’s wrong, darling?” he asks as soon as you pick up. 

when you pathetically sniffle some more, you hear him move. a door opens, then closes and the sounds behind him vanish. 

“hello?” he asks again, “you there?”

“i feel like shit,” you croak out. maybe you even speak for the first time that day because you surely don’t remember your voice sounding this dull and hoarse. 

“no shit,” he sighs. “you don’t sound all that well…”

“i don’t feel all that well…” you rub your face tiredly, massaging your achy temples. it’s only 3 in the afternoon. you still have 3 more hours of work to go. 

“can you pick me up? please i can’t, i feel so shocking, i–”

“sweetheart,” he interrupts. “go tell your manager you’re leaving. i’ll be there in fifteen.”

—

and he is there in fifteen as promised. his car is parked as close to the curb as possible and matty stands next to the open door holding out an umbrella, and holding out his other hand for your bag. 

the sight fills your entire body with relief, even as you watch him get half-drenched trying to hold the umbrella above your head, shielding you from any stray droplets. once you’re safely in the car, he closes the door, running to the other side to get in and tossing both your bag and the wet umbrella onto the backseat before he fully focuses his attention on you. 

matty tuts in sympathy. “oh you do look awful…”

you roll your eyes, annoyed and weirdly emotional but as soon as his cool hand touches your forehead, half of it melts away. 

“you’re really warm,” he frowns, bringing the same cool hand to your cheek and checking again. “lets get you home, okay? you’re practically falling asleep here.”

“i’m just really cold,” you complain in a small voice, wiping at your nose with the sleeve of your sweater like a small child. it makes him smile. 

“i’ll turn the ac off,” he says and leans over to press a kiss on your head. 

the car is mercifully warm after that and even though the chills are still there, at lease there’s no cold air blasting in your face. you know he must be uncomfortably warm under the flannel he’s wearing but the drive only lasts another ten minutes before you’re rounding onto the familiar street and stopping in the driveway of your home. 

matty turns around to get the umbrella again, stopping halfway to press another kiss, this time on your cheek, and hurries out the door to come to your side. you coax your achy body to move, to get prepared to make a dash inside. but the most you manage is a wobble up to the front door followed by wheezing and groaning. 

matty’s face falls in sympathy. “aww, c’mere baby,” he coos, letting you burrow your face into his chest while he unlocks the front door. he tries his hardest to walk like that, to let you stay close to him and steal some of his body heat while he gets your stuff inside. 

“can you tell me what hurts?” 

“everything,” you whine, “my head, my body. my throat hurts a bit too.” 

setting the things aside, matty cradles your face, bringing you both to the sofa to sit you down. 

“no more moving for you okay?” he speaks into your hair, seeing as how your face is once again tucked into his chest. “gonna take care of you.” 

you nod, closing your eyes and breathing in his comforting scent. 

“now how about you lay down. i’ll get you some stuff and we can just relax and cuddle for a bit. does that sound good?”

and you only need to nod once again to convey that it sounds absolutely fantastic. 

[jaelvr]

sunny days

Home | NCT 127 masterlist |

Requested : no

Prompts ; 17. “Look at me. I love you.” + 23. “You are more than you think of yourself. You’re everything to me.” 

Pairing : best friend! Mark x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 600

Warnings : mutual feelings, friends to lovers, idol au, fluff, slightly ooc

Have a great day !! 

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"Hey.." you spoke softly, gently squeezing his shoulder. He'd called you over, feeling slightly overwhelmed from the past few weeks, needing some comfort. "Hey…" Mark replied back softly, looking up briefly at you. He was having a hard time keeping up with all the comeback after comeback too. He was feeling both mentally and physically exhausted from it all, and he had been trying hard to keep it all in until he finally decided to call you over for some comfort. "Talk to me, sweet." you murmured as you sat next to him on his bed, arms open for him.

Mark didn't waste any time, immediately accepting the offer of a safe space. He slowly crawled towards you, burying his face into your chest and letting out a long breath he'd been holding. "I'm just…tired…of everything," he finally uttered, sounding both tired and frustrated. "It's just been back to back, and there's no sign of it stopping anytime soon…" he frowned, his tone showing his slight agitation. You caressed the back of his head, kissing his forehead as you let him vent. Mark stayed silent as he buried further into your chest, enjoying the touch of your hands as you caressed his hair and kissed his forehead. He stayed still for a bit longer, taking a few deep breaths while trying his best to calm himself down and relax. "And it's all becoming too much to handle…" he finally continued after a moment of silence. "It's just tiring… having to keep acting, keep performing, keep practising, keep doing everything over and over and over again…"

"Hey, hey, hey.." you frowned, carefully wiping his tears away. It hurt to see him like this. There was no doubt that he was good at his job, but his company did overwork him, hardly giving him a break in between promotions with 127 and Dream. "They don't know when to stop…" Mark continued, still keeping his head burrowed into you as you wiped his tears away. He looked utterly drained, and his voice was also hoarse and tired as well. "They just push me and push me and they never let me stop… I'm so tired, Ruby." He muttered, finally lifting his head from your chest to look at you. His eyes were filled with exhaustion, and there was still a tear rolling down his cheek.

“You are more than you think of yourself. You’re everything to me.” you murmured gently, caressing his cheek and wiping the tear away. Mark froze for a moment as he felt your hand caress his face and wipe away the tear. He didn't know why, but he felt his cheeks warm up as he felt your touch, and for some reason, his heart felt like it was fluttering. "love…" he muttered quietly, and he didn't know what came over him as he did so. Perhaps it was the exhaustion, the tiredness of it all, and even the emotions he suddenly felt for you too.

“Look at me. I love you.” you assured, cupping his face gently. Mark did as you asked, lifting his head and meeting your gaze as you cupped his face. At this moment, everything seemed so surreal to him, from his exhaustion to the emotions he suddenly felt boiling up within him. "I…" he started before he finally stopped his own sentence, not sure what he should even say. It was still so strange and surreal to him to hear those words coming from your mouth and to see your gaze, looking at him with such warmth and affection.

"I love you too."

[ghoul-foolery]

My 2024 Fluff/Kinktober Prompt List

Kink prompts are listed first despite saying “Fluff/Kink”. Why? We do not know. Similar prompts because I gave myself too many options.

1. Bath/Shower Sex / Sweet Tooth

2. Guided Touching / Just Friends

3. Facesitting/Fucking / Song Fic

4. Blade/Gunplay / Love Notes

5. Sex Pollen / First Kiss

6. Exhibitionism / Fears

7. Threesome / Slow Dancing

8. Handjob/Fingering / Sickness

9. Voyeurism / Horror Movies

10. Chems/Drugs / Observations

11. Blindfold / Drunk Confessions

12. Drunk Sex / Forehead Kisses

13. Clothes On / Snowday

14. Power Bottom / “I got you”

15. Impact Play / Cooking

16. Mutual Masturbation / Only One Bed

17. Double Penetration / “You’re staring”

18. Anal / Birthday

19. Voice Kink / Jealousy

20. Lingerie / Caught In the Rain

21. Cuckolding / Star Light

22. Hate Sex / Cold Weather

23. Thigh Fucking / Rings

24. Dirty Talk / Morning After

25. Virginity / “Who did this to you”

26. Bondage / Morning Person

27. Overstimulation / Soulmate AU

28. Forced Proximity / Nap Time

29. Biting/Marking / Pumpkins

30. Roleplay / Pet Names

31. Shotgunning / Coffeeshop AU

[writingforstraykids]

Dialogue and "scenario" prompts

In case you need a few ideas to make a request, this might help☺️~Nat🖤

Dialogue prompts

1. "So if I liked you, which I obviously don't, but if I did-" 2. "Why are you acting like this?" 3. "You're safe with me." 4. "I'm here, okay?" 5. "Just hold me." 6. "Here, take my hand." 7. "...This is embarrassing." 8. "Does this happen a lot?" 9. "I trust you with my life." 10. "Just leave me alone, okay?" 11. "I want to deserve you." 12. "You don't have to do this on your own." 13. "Can I kiss you?" 14. "Does that hurt?" 15. "You make me happy." 16. "You're mine. Only mine." 17. "I ruin everything I touch." 18. "You're annoying, you know that?" 19. "Don't be a dick." 20. "I'm not who you think I am." 21. "Of course, I came back for you." 22. "We make a pretty good team." 23. "Love isn't for everybody." 24. "I still love you." 25. "You can't save everyone." 26. "I'm sorry, have we met?" 27. "You remember?" 28. "How is it that you're never scared/worried?" 29. "I knew you had a heart." 30. "One of us is going to end up with a broken heart." 31. "Your hands are warm." 32. "I demand cuddles." 33. "I'm on my way, love." 34. "Your hugs are nice." 35. "You got me flowers?" 36. "You're welcome to stay." 37. "Is that my shirt/sweater?" 38. "Pinky promise?" 39. "Just let it out." 40. "I love every single thing about you." 41. "You're amazing." 42. "May I have this dance?" 43. "You owe me a kiss." 44. "I love you." - "No, you don't." 45. "We're best friends, what's so wrong with us making out every then and now?" 46. "Did you just kiss me?" 47. "One more hug, please?" 48. "Can I hold your hand?" 49. "Can you stay with me tonight?" 50. "Can't sleep?" 51. "You want to do it here?" 52. "Come on, I'll show you how to dance." 53. "Thank you for never giving up on me." 54. "You need a break. Now." 55. "Only five more minutes." 56. "Such a good girl." 57. "Need you. Now."

Scenario prompts

58. Delicate hugs that grow closer as time passes 59. Holding hands literally everywhere 60. Late-night calls 61. Matching jewelry 62. Memorizing small details about each other 63. Forehead kisses 64. Slow dancing 65. Movie night

[bupia]

Can you please do 2, 14, and 48 (smut prompts) with Copia? Thank you <3

TENDER SEX

"I've never done it before..." "Well, neither have I." "You've never even touch yourself?" "I'll guide you."

There's a smut under the cut, +18 only, please.

(AFAB!Reader: semi public sex; dirty talk; swearing; Italian swearing; oral sex m-afab!r/afab!r-m; unprotected sex; breeding)

Available on AO3

Day 23 | Day 25

This is a part 3 from Erotic Photos and Phone Sex

As the days stretched on without Cardinal Copia, you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of longing. It had been a while since you last laid eyes on him, and the emptiness in your heart was undeniable. You understood the demands of his commitment to the Ghost project, but that didn't stop you from missing him. Was it selfish to wish for his presence, even if just for a little while?

The memory of your last video call together was etched in your mind. It had been a bittersweet moment, knowing that it marked the last time you saw him, even if it was through a screen. Copia's relentless schedule had him hopping from one city to another, making it nearly impossible to have those long, heart-to-heart conversations that you craved. It wasn't anger that you felt, just an ache in your heart that grew with each passing day.

But life went on, and you couldn't let yourself be consumed by the void his absence left behind. The Ministry demanded your attention, just like any other morning. Today, it was the mundane task of dealing with the laundry, and you were diligently folding the crisp, white sheets. The routine of it all helped to keep your thoughts at bay, at least for a little while.

Your lips moved silently, humming a tune that brought a touch of comfort to the laundry room as you meticulously sorted the sheets. The early hour meant that there were only a handful of your fellow siblings of sin present, but it was enough to keep the laundry process moving along smoothly. The familiar sounds of fabric rustling and the soft hum of the washing machines filled the room.

As the door to the laundry room creaked open, you didn't immediately shift your focus, assuming it was just another member of the clergy coming to lend a hand with the chores.

However, the sudden movement and commotion among your fellow siblings of sin made you furrow your brows in suspicion. Something wasn't right. As the others shifted toward the direction of the door, a wave of unease washed over you. Before you could react, you felt two strong hands grip your hips from behind, sending a shock of fear racing through your veins.

In that moment, a surprised squeak escaped your lips, your heart pounding in your chest as you turned your head, and there he was, the source of your longing and the cause of your surprise—Copia. His face broke into a wide, brilliant smile as his eyes met yours. The shock that had gripped you moments ago melted away, replaced by pure joy. Without a second thought, you turned your entire body to face him, closing the distance in an instant.

Your arms reached out, wrapping themselves tightly around his neck, and you felt him respond in kind, his strong arms enveloping your waist. The embrace was so tight, so close, that it felt as if your two bodies had become one.

You snuggled your head on Copia's neck, finding solace in his presence. "What are you doing here, Copia?" you inquired, curiosity and relief lacing your voice.

Copia chuckled softly, his breath a comforting rhythm against your ear. "We managed to come back earlier than I thought we would."

Your brows furrowed in curiosity. "How? What happened?"

Copia hesitated for a moment, a hint of annoyance crossing his features. "Eh... an annoying thing actually," he began.

Your concern deepened, and you gently pulled your face away from his neck to look into his eyes. "What? What happened, Copia?"

He met your gaze with a gentle smile and leaned in to plant a tender kiss on your forehead. "Let's not talk about it now, sì? I want us to enjoy the moment now." His voice was filled with affection and a hint of mischief.

A smile graced your lips, and you whispered, "Well, I'm glad that you came back, Copia..." Your words trailed off as you leaned in to give him a sweet peck on his lips. "I'm really glad."

Copia's gaze held a deep affection as he responded, "I'm glad to be back to you..." He took a step forward, still keeping you securely in his arms, causing your back to gently bump into one of the washing machines.

Your eyes remained locked on each other, an unspoken connection that transcended words. With a soft sigh, you removed your arms from around him, cupping his cheeks in your hands and gently stroking them with your thumbs. Copia leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a tender and loving kiss.

You inhaled deeply, your entire being melting in the warmth of his embrace. Copia's lips felt incredibly soft, and the connection between your mouths was perfect, as though they were made to fit together. His arms gradually unwound from around your body, his hands finding their way to your back, where he caressed you with delicate and tender touches of his fingertips.

With a subtle tilt of his head, the kiss deepened, evolving into something more passionate. Your tongues met in a sensual dance, a symphony of desire that only seemed to intensify with each passing moment.

The intensity of the kiss had your body instinctively pressing against his, and Copia responded by moving his hands to your hips, sliding them down to your backside. It was a heated, passionate moment, but your instincts kicked in, and you reluctantly broke the kiss.

"Copia!" you chuckled, your cheeks flushed.

"Eh? What?" he inquired, looking slightly bewildered.

"Someone can come in!"

His eyes widened in realization, and he turned his gaze toward the door, then back to you. "Should we... put a sock on the doorknob?" he teased playfully.

Your laughter filled the room as you leaned in for a quick peck on his lips. "Maybe just... lock it?"

"L-Lock... it?" Copia stammered, his own nervousness beginning to surface.

A hint of shyness washed over you, and you took a deep breath before nodding your head.

"Eh... I've never done it before... I mean... in a laundry room..." Copia admitted in a calm tone.

You couldn't help but giggle. "Well, neither have I..."

He began to say something, but you didn't let him finish. Instead, you nodded in agreement and bit your lower lip, your hand slowly trailing down his chest, making his eyes close and a sigh escape his lips.

"Lock the door, Cardinal..." you whispered, your voice laced with anticipation and a hint of mischief.

Copia, with a sly grin, quickly moved to lock the door, ensuring that your intimate encounter would remain undisturbed. The audible click of the lock sent a thrill down your spine, intensifying the atmosphere in the secluded laundry room.

His eyes met yours, with desire and affection in his gaze. You felt a rush of anticipation as he drew you closer. The hum of the washing machines became a distant echo as Copia leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that reignited the passion between you.

"I missed..." Copia began, his words slipping between kisses, "...you."

A smile tugged at your lips, and you replied softly, "I missed you..." punctuating your words with sweet pecks, "...so much."

He withdrew slightly, his intense gaze capturing yours as his hands gently cradled your face. "You were really bad to me on this tour..."

Your eyebrows raised, and you played the role of the innocent one. "What? What have I done?"

Copia leaned in to whisper, "Made me want you. Want you so much that it made me feel like I was dying for you. All the moments I got hard on stage just with the thought of you... not fair... not fair, amore."

His confession sent a delightful shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but laugh softly. "Well, I can't say I'm sorry for that," you teased, your fingers gently brushing his cheek. "But now, you've got me all to yourself."

His voice was a soft, seductive murmur as he declared, "I intend to fulfill my promise of claiming you entirely..."

A thrill of anticipation danced in your eyes as you met Copia's gaze, his whispered promise sending a rush of desire through your veins. Lowering his head to your neck, he fervently pressed his lips to your skin, alternating between ardent kisses and sensual, gentle sucks.

Your fingers deftly moved to his biretta, lifting it from his head and carefully placing it on the washing machine behind you. Your hands then found their way to his hips, pulling him closer, and your arms wrapped around his back, drawing him in with an insatiable desire. With your eyes closed, you savored every sensation—the softness of his lips, the warmth of his breath, the cool moisture of his saliva, and the gentle tickle of his mustache against your neck. It was an intoxicating symphony of feelings that enveloped you in the moment.

"Mmm... Copia..." you purred and began to giggle. "I can't believe we're about to fuck in the laundry room..."

Copia chuckled softly against your neck, his hand finding the back of your neck and tangling his fingers in your hair, his touch caressing your nape. You emitted a soft groan and raised a leg to rub it against his own.

"We can find somewhere else if you prefer, amore..." he whispered, his voice sultry and tempting.

"No," you replied with unwavering desire. "I can't wait for it anymore, I need you to fuck me here, to touch me, to make me yours."

Copia's playful tone teased, "You want me to touch you? Why? You've never even touched yourself?" He brought his face closer to yours, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You chuckled, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "Oh, you're going to mock me now, Cardinal?" you teased back. "If you only knew how many times I touched myself thinking about you, and this..."

With your bold confession, you boldly reached for the bulge in his pants, and Copia's body tensed in response. He bit his lower lip, a low growl escaping him, and a devilish grin curved at the corner of his lips.

"Will you tell me about all those times?" Copia asked, leaning his face closer to yours, his eyes locked onto yours.

You brought your face even closer to his, your lips nearly touching. "I can..." you breathed, your voice a tantalizing whisper. "But I thought you would prefer to fuck me instead of talking."

"Cazzo, amore!" Copia exclaimed, his arousal evident in his tone and the hardness pressing against you. "You make me so hard..."

"Mmm... I can feel it..." you whispered, your hand gently squeezing his hardness.

"For the days I've been gone," Copia began, pulling away from you, and he started to unbutton his mozzetta. "Have you been attending the Mass?" he asked while removing his mozzetta.

"Some of them..." you replied, your gaze fixed on him.

"Bene," he said, untying his fascia from around his body, letting it fall to the floor, and then he moved on to his cassock, beginning to unbutton it. "What about confessions? Have you been confessing your sins?" he asked, peeling off his cassock.

You shook your head.

"It's not because our Dark Lord doesn't reprimand your sins that you should hide them," he admonished, moving his hands to his pants. "You have been sinning, sì?"

"A lot..." you admitted, biting your lip. "Especially when I think about a certain Cardinal..."

"And still, no confessions..." he shook his head, feigning disappointment.

"Is it because I don't want to confess them to our Papa," you said, taking a step towards him. "I want to confess them to my Cardinal..." you whispered, your hand reaching for his on his pants, your fingertips caressing his skin.

"In that case, on your knees for your Cardinal," he said with a mischievous grin, his eyes filled with anticipation.

You knelt obediently before him, and Copia's eyes smoldered with desire as he undid his pants. You eagerly reached for them, pulling them down. His member was already hard, and it sprang free from his pants. You gasped in surprise at the sight of it; it was larger and thicker than it had appeared in the photos and videos, the reality of it causing a surge of excitement and desire to course through you.

With a hunger in your eyes, you licked your lips and wrapped your hand around his throbbing member, stroking it slowly up and down. It quivered under your touch, and a pleasurable shiver ran through your body.

"Mmm...." he hummed in pleasure. "Molto bene, amore..."

You continued your attentive ministrations, feeling his member throb against your palm. The intoxicating sensation sent a rush of warmth between your legs, making you increasingly wet. You couldn't resist the temptation any longer, and with a bold move, you took him into your mouth, causing him to moan in ecstasy.

You began to suck on him, your head bobbing back and forth, your mouth expertly working over his throbbing length. The sounds of his pleasure filled the laundry room, a harmonious blend of your desires merging into a crescendo of passion and lust.

"I was right..." he began to say, his hand tenderly caressing your hair. "Your sinful mouth would really look amazing around my cock."

You moaned softly in response, your tongue swirling sensually over the tip of his throbbing member, savoring the salty precum that oozed out. With a tantalizing touch, you sucked on it gently, feeling it grow even harder within your mouth. You looked up at him, and saw his eyes glaze over with lust.

"I imagined this so many times," he admitted, his hands cradling your face, fingers tangled in your hair. "And..." he growled, biting his lower lip, "You look so beautiful, so utterly exquisite, while you're sucking my cock..."

With a playful roll of your eyes, you took more of him into your mouth. Copia moaned loudly in response and began to thrust into your mouth, the rhythmic in-and-out motion sending waves of pleasure through both of you. You made every effort to accommodate him, trying to take more of him each time he thrust inside, but his impressive size proved a tantalizing challenge. The remainder of him hung over your tongue, and you moaned sensually around his shaft, causing him to groan with unrestrained desire.

"Is that what you wanted, amore?" he asked, a hint of mischief in his tone. "Having my cock all for you?"

You nodded, your desire evident in your eyes, making words unnecessary. Copia, teasingly, pulled his member out of your mouth, and you whimpered softly, longing for his return. He extended a hand toward you, and you eagerly grabbed it, getting up from the floor.

Still a little breathless from the previous activities, you stammered, "W-What...?"

Copia inhaled deeply and shook his head, a playful glint in his eyes. "Unfortunately, your Cardinal also did a bad thing..."

Your heart raced as he knelt before you. "I need to confess..." he began, going with his hands under your habit. "I also have sinned..." he continued, his fingers tracing your skin. "Just pleasuring myself thinking about you, all those infernal days far from you..." His words sent a thrill through you, and as he reached for the waistbands of your underwear and pulled it down to your ankles, tossing it aside, you couldn't help but moan in anticipation.

Copia's hands caressed your thighs, and he went with his head under your habit, moving it closer to your wetness. As you felt his warm breath against your already dripping core, your legs trembled with desire. You reached for your habit, lifting it. As you did so, you caught a glimpse of Copia, his face flushed with anticipation, looking up at you.

He gently traced his tongue along your sensitive area, savoring your taste, and you responded with a soft gasp, your body arching slightly in response. A smile played on his lips as his tongue teased your most sensitive spot.

"You're so wet already, amore mio," he whispered, his voice filled with desire. "I can tell how much you want me."

You couldn't deny it, nor did you want to. Your desire for him had been a constant ache during his absence. All you had longed for was him, day and night, in every way imaginable.

"I want you so much, Copia..." you confessed in a soft whimper. "I need you so much..."

Copia grinned at you and then eagerly returned to pleasuring you. His mouth closed around your sensitive nub, his tongue swirling and teasing as you cried out, gasping from the overwhelming sensation. You tossed your head back in ecstasy, but soon your gaze returned to the sight of his head between your legs, captivated by the lustful connection you were sharing. Your juices flowed freely over his chin, and he lapped them hungrily.

"Ah! Copia... that's so good... please don't stop..." you moaned in pleasure, your voice filled with a deep longing for him.

His tongue darted between your folds, and you felt yourself shudder. He lapped at your juices, and then pushed two fingers inside you. You cried out, and then he added a third one.

"Does this feel better than when you do it?" Copia inquired as his fingers worked their magic.

"Yes... yes... yes... so much better... oh, fuck!" You gasped and writhed in response.

"You are so tight here..." he commented, fingers pumping your entrance with expert precision.

He curled his fingers upward to search for your spot, and as soon as he found it, you screamed out, throwing your head back in ecstasy. Copia grinned at your response, and you couldn't help but buck your hips, your body craving more of his skilled touch, your desires consuming you.

Copia began to move his fingers in slow, sensual circles, and you couldn't hold back your screams. Your entire body trembled with the intensity of the pleasure. But then, suddenly, he stopped. You looked down, curious, and saw his fingers glistening with your juices.

With an alluring hunger in his eyes, he brought his fingers to his face, opening his mouth and sliding his fingers inside. He sucked on them greedily, cleaning them thoroughly, savoring the taste of your desire. The sight of his unabashed desire and the intimate act intensified the desire between you, making you ache for more.

He stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt, his gaze locked onto you. Your eyes were drawn to the sight of his hairy chest being exposed, and you bit the corner of your lower lip in anticipation. Unable to contain your desire, you turned your back to him, leaning your body against the washing machine, and subtly spreading your legs.

"Please, Copia... Don't make me beg for it," you pleaded, looking back at him over your shoulder. "I need you inside me... Please, just take me now." The urgency in your voice conveyed your insatiable desire for him.

Your passionate words had the desired effect on Copia, igniting a fierce desire within him. He approached you with deliberate slowness, his fingers tracing a tantalizing path down the center of your back until they reached your enticing curves. His hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him, and he placed his other hand on your small of your back. Leaning in, his lips brushed against your neck, sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

"Say it again..." he whispered in a low, demanding tone.

"Please, my Cardinal... Make me yours..."

As the words left your lips, he slid his hands up your thighs, his fingers caressing your flesh. You gasped at the electrifying touch, your body arching in response to his sensual exploration. He ran his fingers through your folds, teasing you before he pushed one finger inside you.

"Copia... Stop teasing me... Please, I need your cock!" you gasped, your eyes tightly closed, lost in the sensations.

"That's better, that's exactly what I wanted to hear."

He smiled at you, then began to slowly slide his finger in and out, while using his other hand to massage your clit. He removed his finger from inside you, and your legs quivered in response to the sudden emptiness. You pushed your hips forward, looking at him above your shoulder with pleading eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, amore..." he purred, his voice filled with desire.

He positioned himself behind you, his hard length pressing against your dripping entrance. You gasped as he slid into you, his size filling you completely. He began thrusting slowly in and out, giving you time to adjust to his girth.

"Copia..." you moaned, biting your lower lip. "So good... Oh! Your cock feels so good... better than I thought..."

Copia furrowed his brows, closing his eyes tightly. "Merda, amore... You are going to make me cum fast with that tight, hot pussy of yours..."

"I-It's... o-okay..." you stammered, your voice trembling with desire. "Just fuck me... fuck me, Copia..."

Copia's thrusts became even more intense, moving faster in and out of you, his hips maintaining a rhythmic precision as he explored the depths of your heated core. His body pressed against yours, his chest against your back, and you could feel the rapid beat of his heart.

With one of your hands, you reached behind you, your fingers tangling in his hair. He began to kiss your shoulder, his lips caressing your skin while he continued to thrust passionately in and out of you. You pressed yourself closer to him, surrendering completely to the intoxicating sensations.

"Amore, Oh!" he moaned in ecstasy. "Your pussy is perfect, merda, I will never be able to stop fucking you..."

Your loud moans filled the room, and he maintained his relentless pace, thrusting harder and faster. The washing machine beneath you moved, banging against the wall, a testament to the intensity of his thrusts. Copia held you tightly, and with a deep, heated gaze, he pulled out of you. He turned you to face him, his desire-filled eyes locking onto yours.

Lowering himself, he retrieved his cassock from the floor, adjusting it. "Per favore, lay down, amore... I'll guide you..." he requested.

You nodded and obediently went to lie down on top of his cassock. Copia knelt between your legs, his anticipation evident in his eyes. He grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him, bringing you closer until you could feel the intense heat radiating between your bodies. You wrapped your legs around him, eagerly inviting him back into your warmth.

You sighed in pleasure as he reentered you, and Copia began to move his hips, thrusting himself into you with powerful and deep strokes.

"Uuuhh..." you moaned, your entire body trembling with pleasure.

Copia leaned forward, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth. You eagerly wrapped your arms around him, drawing him closer, and you returned the kiss with equal fervor. Your moans of pleasure mingled with his as he continued to pound into you, his member driving deeply and hitting your cervix.

He broke the kiss, and looked down at you. "I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too..." you whispered in response.

Copia's lips found their way to your neck, his breath ragged as he continued his passionate movements inside you. His teeth gently grazed your skin, sending electric waves of sensation through your body. He looked deeply into your eyes.

"Amore... I... I can't hold on anymore... I need to cum..."

"Me too, Copia... Ah...! Cum, cum inside of me... Please, I want you to cum inside of me."

Your words drove him wild, and his breath became even more ragged. Your bodies moved in perfect unison, your cries of pleasure filling the laundry room. Copia's pace quickened, and he straightened his body, gripping your hips, guiding you down onto his throbbing length. Your legs wrapped tightly around him, holding him close, and his thrusts became more urgent.

"I'm cumming, amore!" he cried out, his release erupting inside you.

You could feel his hot release shooting deep within you, coating your insides. You called out his name, the intensity of your orgasm washing over you as your body shook with pleasure. The passionate connection between you both had reached its zenith, and you clung to each other as waves of ecstasy coursed through your bodies.

Copia's body collapsed on top of yours, and both of you panted heavily, lost in the aftermath of your passion. You closed your eyes, savoring the warmth of his kiss on your cheek, which made you smile. He nestled his face in the crook of your neck and hummed contentedly.

"Do you think the washing machines covered our sounds, amore?" he whispered close to your ear.

"Hopefully they did," you chuckled.

Copia slowly straightened his body and withdrew from you, his release trickling out of your entrance. He collected it with the tip of his member and gently pushed it back inside, causing you to gasp.

"We don't want it on my cassock," he said, pulling away once more.

"That's okay, Copia..." you replied, chuckling. "If it gets dirt, we're in a laundry room anyway."

Copia looked at you, and then you both glanced around, before sharing a laugh. He lowered his body, capturing your lips in another passionate kiss. Finally, he was back with you, the longing and desire between you stronger than ever.

[melodygatesauthor]

Melody

Since I've had a rough week, can I ask for some fluff to warm my heart and calm my mind?

Marc Spector + 23 “Thank you for choosing me”, please💕

And happy upcoming birthday again!🌷

The Agreement

Marc Spector X gn!Reader

Anna this is so sweet. I'm sorry that it took me so long to get this out but I hope your week got better even without this drabble 💙 Soft Marc is such a baby boi. - I also didn't get the chance to use the prompt itself in the fic, but it has the overall vibe of that line so hope you like it! Hahaha.

Tags/Warnings: SFW, comfort fic, soft Marc, fluff, just a nice little drabble to make you smile, might hit you in the feels, mentions of sex but no actual sex.

Word Count: 532

You’d had a rough day, that much was apparent when you walked through the door. Marc froze, he knew that look. It meant one of two things. You either needed Steven to comfort you and watch your favorite movies, or you needed Jake to fuck you until your brain was mush. Either way, Marc wasn’t your go to guy.

His brow furrowed as you waved and said, hey, and made your way to the kitchen. He’d been looking forward to seeing you, and spending the evening with you, but when you were upset, he knew he wasn���t the one you needed.

Like riding a bike, the boys all fell into place, Steven fronting, Marc in the headspace where he would stay for the evening, and Jake waiting for his moment if you needed him instead of Steven.

You knew it was Steven when he came over behind you and kissed your cheek. You turned around and he was smiling at you, but you sensed something burning just under the surface. His eyebrows always gave him away.

“What?” You asked, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. “This is Marc’s coat, did he front today?”

“He was fronting, yeah, but then he saw you were having a rough day so…here I am.” Steven let out a nervous chuckle and leaned in for a kiss.

You put a finger up, stopping him, “I’m sorry, what happened?”

“Oh well…”

Pendejo, this is something we just do, we don’t need to tell them about it. Jake said in a gruff tone that made Steven nervous.

“Do you guys have some sort of agreement? Steven?” He would always be honest with you.

“No.” He pressed his lips together tightly.

“Steven Grant, don’t you start lying to me now.”

He changed, his expression went from sorry to a harsh scowl. Marc.

“You don’t expect us to think that we don’t have you pinned after a bad day, right? You have a bad day, Steven comforts you, Jake gives you what you need…physically. You don’t need me.” He crossed his arms over his chest defensively.

“Marc.” You put a hand on his arm. “You’re being stupid.”

“Thanks.” He rolled his eyes and looked away from you.

“No I mean…Marc…” you touched his cheek and brought his gaze back to yours. “Yes it’s nice what they do for me, but I need you too. I was always wondering why I don’t have you there to rant about idiots with when I’m mad or someone to laugh with me when I bitch about my shitty boss.”

He shook his head in confusion, “you like complaining?”

You laughed, “yeah sometimes! It’s nice to have someone to talk shit with. The other two are great but, I don’t get to vent the way I do with you. Steven just tells me it will be alright and makes me tea and watches tv with me and Jake just…well you know.” You gave him a reassuring smile. “Those things are both really great, but sometimes I just need something else.”

“So…you do need me? Even when you’ve had a bad day?” He raised an eyebrow before finally lowering his arms. “Sometimes I especially need you.”

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[fili-urzudel]

Fifty(-One) Follower Celebration

Oh my goodness, 50 followers?! Thank you so much! I never expected this blog to get too much attention and the fact that fifty of you out there like my writing enough to follow me really means a lot. I am currently working on answering my first request, but I'd love to have more! As a little celebration, here are fifty-one prompts I've come up with (and a few I borrowed with credit).

Guidelines:

Can be platonic or romantic--platonic scenarios can involve multiple characters

Will only be PG-13

Any character from LoTR or The Hobbit is fair game, but for romantic scenarios I prefer male characters

Don't be afraid to combine prompts!

Physical Affection

1. Hugs that last a little longer than they should

2. Palm kisses

3. Hair ruffling

4. Play wrestling

5. Hair washing

6. Cuddling in hot weather

7. Sleeping in a dog pile

8. Pinky holding

9. Forehead touches (please please request this one)

10. Piggyback rides

11. Kicking each other

12. Dancing

13. Sitting together/saving seats

14. Hand holding

15. Sharing a blanket (potentially violent)

Dialogue prompts

16. "I don't think I'll be able to sleep after that."

17. "Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

18. "You always end up looking like you're going to fall asleep when I play with your hair." / "Yeah, it's relaxing." (These first three were from a post by @thelonelyempath)

20. "Don't you know who I am?" or "I don't even know who you are."

19. "I can't sleep without you next to me." (I've seen ones like this before, but I think the concept with other characters would be quite interesting)

21. "What do you have behind your back?"

Activity Prompts

22. "Is it so hard to believe that I genuinely want to hear what you think?"

23. Friendly breaking and entering

24. Shopping together

25. Teasing over fears/phobias

26. Crafting together

27. Taming feral cats/other animals

28. Pajama party

29. Battle training

30. Tree climbing

31. Stargazing

32. Swimming (lessons?)

33. Fake proposal

34. Walking into the wrong tent/room

35. Board/card/road trip games

36. The iconic trapped in a snowstorm

37. Getting matching tattoos/jewelry

38. Cooking together

39. Playing instruments

40. Staring contest

Meet-cute Prompts

41. Considerably less friendly breaking and entering

42. Not having enough money to cover the bill

43. New horse rider is Bad at riding horses

44. In need of medical attention

45. Boots are falling apart (reader is a cobbler)

46. Weapons are dull (reader is a blacksmith)

47. Stealing food from a field

48. I work retail and begged Gandalf to let me come along on an adventure

49. Throwing rocks into a body of water and didn't notice until too late that there's a boat

50. Need a fake partner immediately

51. I'm an artist you hired to do a mural/mosaic/stained glass window

[goldenhypen]

❣︎ ⎯⎯ home is where your heart is .

PAIRING ! park sunghoon x reader // GENRE ! fluff // WC. ! 0.5k

PROMPT(S) ! 23. brushing strands of hair away ;; 27. randomly face-timing just to hear their voice/see their face // requested by a lovely anon <3 // 2k followers event

A/N. ! *sighs with tear-filled eyes* this. i want this. pls? :’> i loved writing this one. it’s so soft and just ,,, this is what i want. pls is it too much to ask? :’>

sunghoon sat, staring at you through his phone screen, your voice that he longed to hear in person again emitting through the tiny speakers. he watched as you smiled widely, and he couldn’t control or grasp the feelings that erupted in his heart, yearning for you, just wanting to hold you in his arms again.

you two had only said your goodbyes to each other just less than two hours ago, and you would be seeing each other again tomorrow, just like your routine every day; however, he was weak for you. just at the sound of your voice, his limbs would go limp, and he would sigh in awe as he tried to ignore the fluttering feeling in his chest.

“what are you thinking about, hoon?” the sound of your angelic voice interrupted his thoughts, drawing him back to the present.

“ah,” he started, lips parted. “nothing. continue what you were saying.”

he gave you a soft smile, his full attention now on the real you, but of course, just through the screen. he frowned at the thought; he craved your touch, skin on skin, but instead, all he had to work with right now was you in digitized, pixel form.

he lifted his right hand, brushing his fingers through his thick strands of hair, exposing his forehead and clearing his bangs from his eyes (so that he could get a better view of you and your enticing beauty). but really, the only effect it seemed to have was on you, erupting thousands of butterflies in your stomach that it became almost difficult to breathe, your words finding themselves stuck in your throat. you were practically melting on the spot, unable to move. and now you were the one staring.

but quickly, you had to snap yourself back to reality, clearing your throat as a start.

you didn’t admit it, but you missed him—a lot—more than you could’ve ever imagined. this day was the same as any other day, yet you had such a strong desire to be in his strong embrace, and kiss him until you stole each other’s breath away.

you were both scared to confess that you both felt an unexplainable emptiness without the other’s physical presence. but you two had been dating for a while now, so why was it so difficult?

however, to sunghoon, this small feeling of fear lingering inside was not enough to stop him from getting what he so strongly desired in that moment. so he broke the silence—once tense with hidden feelings so eager to be let out—and all it took was for him to admit to you that even though it had only been a couple hours since he dropped you back off at your house after earlier already spending the entire day together, he missed you, and he had no plan in waiting the entire night just to see you again when the sun was up, representing a new day.

he needed to see you now.

and all it took was that.

you let out a soft chuckle, and admitted that you only wanted the same.

and within minutes, you two excitedly hung up the call, and you ran into his homely embrace.

A/N. hii thank you for taking the time to read, i rlly appreciate it !! if you liked it, feel free to interact !! it means a lot <3 i hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading <3

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[cursingtoji]

I hope it's okay to send another one of the cliches in! (I absolutely ADORED the Toji one you did! Perfection, pure perfection) I saw you wanted some Itachi and I feel like 23 is just so perfect for him. Maybe adding prompt 12 with it too? (Feel free to ignore if we can only send in one ask though!

𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔

⊱ plus touching foreheads; The Clichés ™ event

note: bless you darling for giving me the chance to write for my beloved itachi

A warm night embraces you as you walk amongst the villagers with a basket of ingredients for your dinner. A million thoughts go by your head and you aren't quite aware of your surroundings until you focus on your path ahead and notice a familiar figure walking towards you.

You gasp once you notice who it is, dropping your basket.

"Itachi?" panic threats to take over you, he can't be seen here, yet no one else seems to have noticed the most wanted ninja standing in the middle of the busy street.

"Hello, angel."

"Am I in a genjutsu?"

"No," he leans, taking your basket from the ground and handing it back to you, "But everyone else is."

"Isn't it too risky?" your eyes wander through his pretty features, realizing that it has been a few months since the last time he sneaked in the village to see you. Tonight he doesn't have his usual cloak, instead he wore a gray shirt and no bandana, you reached for his hair, brushing it away from his face.

Itachi takes your hand delicately, kissing your fingers, "You're worth it."

You take one step closer, touching his forehead with yours and breathing in his scent.

"I missed you" you confess, it's a weird feeling being so intimate to him in public, you can hear people talking around you, buying and selling goods, kids running, playing ninja, but you thrust his skills.

"I'm afraid I can't stay much longer, angel" he holds your hand tightly, his face is the same as the boy you knew years ago, yet his dark circles look deeper every time you see him.

"Let me take care of you, 'tachi" you beg, wanting nothing more than to take him home with you, have a bath, wash each other's hair, make tea and kiss every inch of him in a fresh bed, loving and being loved by him till morning eventually comes.

"There's nothing I want more" he confesses and you know it's true, but his tone indicates that will not be possible tonight.

"Promise me you will be back soon" you know it's hard for him to catch a break to come here, besides all the risk he takes getting into the village he still has to mislead his fellow akatsuki members so they won't find out about his Konoha love, making a potential target out of you in case things go south.

"I'll try my best" he brings both his hands to your face and takes his time admiring your face until his eyes eventually fall onto your lips, he misses your kisses more than anything else he had in konoha.

Your eyes close but right before he can kiss you he feels a disturbance, like someone is beginning to notice the genjutsu.

"Sorry, angel, I must go now" he lets go of you and you sigh, "I love you" you watch him walk backwards until he fades like smoke.

"Sensei!" you hear a yell and look over your shoulder seeing Naruto and the rest of team seven coming towards you, Kakashi looks around suspiciously.

"Naruto, hi" you greet and the boy begins to tell you about the mission they just came back from. You try to dismiss the look Kakashi has on you.

"Were you shopping?" Naruto notices your basket.

"Yeah, just some stuff for dinner" you open your basket to show him, but you're surprised by a bouquet of flowers lingering on the inside.

"Wow, is it a romantic dinner?" Sakura inquires.

"Now, now, kids, you gotta wake up early tomorrow for training” Kakashi claps once, making the kids whine. You look at Sasuke, noticing the similar features with the man that was there just a few seconds ago.

Sasuke meets your gaze, you dismiss the nostalgic feeling by ruffling his hair.

“Good luck, guys.”

see also: “what if someone see us?” + Jiraiya

[orchestrated-serirei]

SeriRei week day 2: Sleeping/Sick day

the sleepy cuddle one was originally just gonna be a self indulgent doodle but then I checked the prompt list after finishing it and it was fitting lol

the sick day one has been sitting in my idea doc for a bit now, didn't think it was gonna come in handy so soon

Desc. under the cut as usual :3

ID:

First image: Serizawa is in profile view on the right of the canvas as he kisses the corner of Reigen's mouth, who is on the left. They are set against a gray-ish background.

Reigen is in 3/4ths view; wrapped up in a blanket. His hair is messy and a cooling patch is stuck on his forehead. There is some red seen across his face and nose to represent a cold/fever. His eyes are closed and mouth slightly open in a slight smile. A speech bubble with "Hey-- you'll get sick if you keep this up." is above his head.

Above Serizawa's head is his response in another speech bubble, which reads "Mmhm."

Date 06/26/23 and artist signature is between them in the bottom portion of the canvas. Second image: Serizawa (left) and Reigen (right) laying on two pillows on the same gray-ish background. Serizawa is fast asleep, mouth slightly open and face pressed against Reigen's. His arm is bent as his hand rests on Reigen's chest. Reigen's hair is slightly messy. One of his eyes is shut because of Serizawa pressing his face against his, the other remains half lidded as he looks and smiles at Serizawa fondly. One of Reigen's arm wraps around Serizawa, allowing him to touch Seri's hair with his pointer finger.

END ID.

[scarletslippers]

Nace Countdown to Christmas - Day 23

(From this post of relationship milestone prompts)

On AO3

having children

She’s beautiful. Both of them are so beautiful. Ace shuffles even closer on the bed, one hand on Nancy’s hip and the other reverently tracing their daughter’s head. 

Tipping his head forward, Ace presses a kiss to Nancy’s forehead, lingering there, her damp, sweaty hair tickling his nose. “I’m so proud of you. I love you so much.”

She tilts her head up for a real kiss, her smile so tired, but so happy. “I love you, too. She looks like you, I think,” Nancy says, tracing her finger along Kate’s brow. 

“I hope she doesn’t inherit my forehead wrinkles. Maybe the hair, though.” 

Nancy laughs softly, not wanting to wake her. “The hair would be good.” 

“But I hope not. I hope she has your hair.”

“Another redhead?” Nancy muses wryly. 

“A piece of Lucy to carry with her.”

Nancy sniffles, running her finger delicately across Kate’s cheek. “A piece of Lucy to carry with her.” 

“My smile, maybe,” Ace says, studying her carefully. “Or my nose. You know when Ryan sees her, he’s going to lay claim to all her features, boasting about the Hudson cheekbones or something.” He waits, but Nancy doesn’t laugh, and Ace looks up to find that her eyes have closed, sleep coming to claim her. 

He gently slides his arms under the baby, moving to take her from Nancy’s arms. 

Her grip tightens instinctively. “I’ve got her,” she mumbles. 

“Shh, I’ll take her,” he whispers reassuringly. “You’re tired. Just sleep. I’ve got her.” Nancy lets her go, and Ace settles into the chair next to Nancy’s bed, sliding it closer so he can lay a hand on Nancy’s knee, not willing to stop touching her. Tears well in his eyes, looking between the two of them—Nancy asleep in the bed and Kate in the crook of his elbow. 

His whole world, asleep in his arms.

[judes-hoe]

PROMPT LIST FLUFF AND SMUT!!!!!!

(More smut than fluff)

@urfriendlywriter @rosewritingprompts @thelonelyempath @novelbear I used there prompts to help me some might be the same I tried to reword them🫶🏻

Smut

1. "Let me see those eyes."

2. "Open your mouth for me."

3. "Please kiss me."

4. "Use your words."

5. "Tell me what you want."

6. "You look so good beneath me."

7. "You can take it."

8. "I can take it."

9. "You take me so well."

10. "Spread your legs wider."

11. "Louder. Let me hear you."

12. "Keep your eyes on me."

13. "Touch yourself."

14. "Do you want my fingers?"

15. "I can't get enough of you."

16. "You taste so good."

17. "Hands behind your back."

18. "Swallow."

19. "You are doing so well."

20. "Breathe through your nose."

21. "Don't hold back."

22. "Show me how much you need me."

23. "Say my name."

24. "You can do better than that."

25. "Does that feel good?"

26. "I want you to ruin me."

27. "Do you think you deserve this?"

28. "I want to have my way with you."

29. "Touch me there. Right there."

30. "I will never get enough of you."

31. "Don't even think about cumming yet."

32. “Your eyes always glaze over when you cum."

33. "Don't fucking stop, baby."

34. "I can't pull out when you wrap your legs around me like that."

35. "Be a good girl/boy and swallow for me."

36. "Clothes. Off. Now."

37. "If you want to cum then you're gonna have to beg."

38. "If I have to pull over, you'll be walking funny for the next week."

39. "Could you be any wetter/harder?"

40. "I'm gonna stop if you don't cum.”

41. "'ll be gentle, baby. Don't worry."

42. "Don't stop. Even if I beg you to."

43. "Use your words, sweetheart."

44. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

45. "I love that we both already finished and your legs are still shaking."

46. "Ride me like a cowgirl."

47. "Quit eyefucking me and get over here so you can actually fuck me!"

48. "What the fuck? Do that again. I liked it."

49. "Ever heard of an Australian kiss?" "No. What's that?" "It's like a French kiss, but down under."

Fluff

1. “Do you want the last bite?”

2. “Wear a jacket it’s cold”

3. “Be safe!”

4. “Did you eat today?”

5. “I got you flowers”

6. Kisses on the nose or forehead

7. Opening the door for you everywhere

8. “You take a lot of pictures…” “well cause your beautiful!”

9. Brushes hair out your face

10. “You warm enough?”

11. “Go back to sleep”

12. “How are you feeling?”

13. “You know I love you right?”

14. “I love your smile!”

15. “Can you just hold me”

16. “You owe me a kiss!”

17. “I can’t even act mad at you”

18. “I love you” “say it again..”

[shadowsingercassia]

100 followers celebration!!

Firstly I just want to say THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 🥹💕

So since I have been writing so much angst, I will list some of my personal favorite fluff and smut drabble prompts (and writing them so feel free to send me the number of the prompt in my inbox with the character you want!) (You can also use them, just ask me first!)

You can send me aa many prompts as you'd like (personally I would prefer no more than three prompts at a time but it doesn't really matter!)

Fandoms I usually write for (and also will write for in these dribbles and in my fics):

Acotar 🩵

Throne of Glass 💚

A few extra fandoms I will write for (but only for these drabbles sorryy) because I think I should get out of my comfort zone:

Cruel Prince 💛

Aren Kertell from the Bridge Kingdom 🤍 (because I absolutely loved the Bridge Kingdom books and my man needs more fics about him)

Fourth Wing 🖤

Characters can be both female and male I don't mind it!

So, let's get into the prompts (quotes and prompts that just make my heart melt, some of them are quite long sorryyy):

Fluff:

1.A soft first kiss and then both character and reader are giggling and smiling uncontrollably

2. Character taking care of the reader's minor injury (ex. a tiny papercut) and making it a huge deal

3. Watching the stars with the other in comfortable silence and then one says "the stars are beautiful aren't they?" and the other replies with "they are," but they are looking at them.

4. Baking together

5. "You're adorable"

6. The one is sick and the other is denying them a kiss so they will pout and the other will give them a peck on the forehead

7. Cuddling with one another and one asks silly questions (riddle-like questions) and the other chuckles and tells them to go to sleep

8. Kissing the other all over their face

9. Dancing barefoot in the kitchen

10. Walking with their fingers entwined

11. A glass of wine after a hard day (either smiling at each other while wrapped in comfortable silence or while telling each other about their day)

12. Holding hands under the table in a meeting

13. Waking up next to each other and then giving lazy kisses

14. Character giving a piece of jewelry that maybe was their mother's or generally a person who they love

15. Reading date

16. Bringing coffee/tea to the other and the other being VERY specific about what type of coffee/tea (ex. EXACTLY one and a half tablespoons of sugar)

17. Reader being bloody, having just murdered someone in front of character and the other just says "You're beautiful"

18. Character going to the market and getting reader something they know they like

19. Playing the piano for one (most people might say this is inspired by throne of glass but actually it's just because i used to play the piano as a child and i need a fic like this)

20. 👆 Teaching the other how to play some basic things on the piano

21. Character bringing reader something that reminds the character of reader

22. Playing chess (with slightly twisted rules, ex. if one loses a piece they have to kiss the other)

23. "You have a beautiful smile"/"Your smile is my favorite sight in the world

24. Character obsessing over every little thing reader does

25. Reader/character staring at reader/character as the light of the setting sun hits their face

Smut:

26. Character is injured, badly and they are healing but they are also horny so they say to the reader "touch yourself for me"

27. "Show me how to touch you"

28. NEEDY character but them and the reader are literal enemies, so character touches themselves (from character's pov)

29. "Give me another one, darling, you can do it" (overstimulation)

30. Character with size kink

31. Nearly dying together and then just character coming into reader's room and confesses leading into character fucking reader

32. Eating you out very slowly and the moment reader's hands tangle into their hair, they just... lose control

33. Hate-fuck

34. Reunion fuck

35. Jealous fuck

36. "Keep reading, love" while fingering you in their lap

37. Reader riding character on the library chair

38. Sparring, one person pinning the other to the sparring mat and well you know the rest

39. Kissing your scars turning into something more heated

40. Only reader could make character kneel

41. "Can you help me with the dress" reader says and the character goes and helps "Up, character"

42. The classic "Shut up" "Make me"

43. Lazy morning sex (I want to write this so badly for some reason)

44. "Mm, how about you show me, then?"

45. "Just... fuck me like you mean it. Pretend." "Oh, darling, I don't have to pretend with you." (The pretend part always reminds me of Kai and Paedyn)

46. Reader being on top and taking control because why not?

47. 👆 "I'm supposed to be pleasuring you"

48. Under the stars (this idea has been stuck in my head)

49. On the piano (but the lid is closed don't worry)

50. Reader having to seduce the character as part of their mission

Whoever thought there would be no angst... think twice.

(Claim your free tissues)

Now...

ANGST:

51. "You've changed so much"

52. "Why didn't you answer my letters?" "You sent me letters?"

53. Death (not specifying who, but I have the ideas in my mind so...)

54. Neglectful relationship

55. One getting the blame for something the other had done so they would take the punishment to protect the other and then the other is forced to watch

56. "No, no, no, no- stay with- stay with me! Please! Stay with me!" "It's alright... everything will be fine..." "Please, stay with me! Dont- don't close your eyes, damn it don't close your eyes-"

57. Bringing them flowers (but with a twist)

58. Both are in their knees, foreheads pressed against one another, character's hands cupping reader's face and reader's hands are grabbing character's wrists (angst twist after (i want to write this so badly!!))

59. Screaming their name while badly injured

60. Character/reader thinking they're not good enough for character/reader so they try to go away but the other begs them to stay

61. Hallucinating them

62. Character/reader insecure about their scars

63. "You lied to me!" And then the other looking down like REALLY guilty "Look at me, look me in the eye and tell me it was all a lie. That your love was a lie"

64. "And you want to know the worst part of this? I still love you"

65. "What happened, what did they do to you?" "Please, don't make me tell you"

66. "It hurts-"

67. "Tell me where it hurts"

68. Character/reader finding character/reader crying (they see them cry for the first time)

69. "Show me how to love you"

70. Death version two (I had two ideas with this)

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Thats it, so feel free to mix and match prompts from different categories!! (Also I made the angst a bit less because I mostly want to focus on the fluff and smut and take a small break from all the angst (although I'm still editing two angst fics))

Also this will be a separate masterlist that I will post later and update it as I write!

Prompts that are crossed like this means that I have already written them

Love, Cassia ❤️