#first kisses

[aidaronan]

"First movie you ever saw in theaters?" Steve lounged opposite of Robin on the couch in his living room, the stereo on low, spitting out Madonna on the local radio station.

"Oh, that's easy." Robin bit off part of a licorice. "Freaky Friday. I remember because I was terrified for weeks that I'd end up switching places with my mom and have to, like, balance a checkbook or something."

Steve laughed, separating m&ms in his hand. "You still don't know how to balance a checkbook, do you?"

"Like you do." Robin playfully glared at him. "Okay, here's a good one. First kiss."

Steve ate the sole blue m&m first, a grin spreading across his face because he usually lied about his first kiss, but he didn't have to. Not with Robin. "Camp Stronghold when I was nine. We met up in the boathouse after lights out to trade contraband."

"Contraband, huh?" Robin raised her brows.

"Candy. I swear my parents loaded me up like I was going to prison. 'This is as good as cash in there, Steven.' I think my dad wanted me to network or something. Because, you know, I was totally gonna start a small business with a group of eight-year-olds."

Robin snickered. "And the kiss?"

"Ah. I didn't actually want candy. I just wanted this kid to like me so bad, and I didn't know why until we were there in the dark tripping into each other because we couldn't see. I had all these butterflies, and we were standing close enough that I could feel the heat off his sunburn in the air." Steve could still picture it. The way he couldn't see more than a few inches in front of his face. "Then he kissed me, just this quick peck on the lips before he turned tail and ran. I left the boathouse with a Snickers and one massive first crush."

"Did anything else happen?" Robin asked.

"No. It was the last week of camp and I think he freaked himself out over it. I don't know. He didn't even really say bye to me after we climbed off the bus to meet our parents. Never saw him again. I honestly never even thought to get his name."

"That sucks."

"Yeah. I just hope he's doing okay, you know? That he's got people in his life that make him feel like he's allowed."

Robin looked at him softly, reaching out to give his ankle a squeeze. "Hey, you never know. You might run into him again someday. Maybe he's your soulmate or something."

"Please. I think you're pretty obviously my soulmate." Steve nudged Robin with his foot. "But I guess he could settle for 2nd place."

"Oh, there's a toast for sure." Snacks tumbling off her lap, Robin reached for her can of Coke on the coffee table and raised it as high as she could reach. "To both of us finding our 2nd places."

"Cheers to that." Steve thrust his own Coke into the air.

____

It felt like a big cosmic joke that Steve would be in a boathouse when he realized who Eddie Munson had been all that time. Eddie had looked so different when he'd transferred into Hawkins that Steve had never even given him a second look, not during their shared classes, not during any of those cafeteria tirades. Not during the numerous occasions where he gave the kids rides to D&D.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait!"

It was the eyes that finally pulled back the curtain and cut away all those in-between years. Steve had never been close enough to clock them, but he couldn't deny them now. Not at such close range, Eddie holding a broken bottle against his neck, trembling with so much fear that Steve worried he might actually use it.

Dropping the oar from his own shaking hands, Steve said the only thing he could think to say.

"Well, this brings back memories."

Eddie didn't respond, the fear in the air drawing out every second, making it feel infinite. Behind them and in another universe, Dustin said a bunch of stuff Steve barely heard for the pounding in his ears. He watched beads of sweat roll down Eddie's forehead and waited for something to give.

Like clouds fat with rain, Eddie finally broke open, tension draining out of him, arm and weapon dropping to his side. He exhaled a shaky breath, maintaining eye contact, his expression too complicated for Steve to fully read.

Steve was about to say something else when Eddie finally spoke, cocking his head to the side and leveling Steve with a look.

"And here I spent all these years thinking you forgot."

[creativepromptsforwriting]

First Kisses

The first kiss between two characters.

an accidental kiss

kissing as a dare

finally kissing, after a long time of pining

a surprise kiss, catching one of them off guard

learning how to kiss together

desperately kissing, being in danger

kissing as part of a game

movie kiss/kissing while acting

kissing in the heat of the moment

a soft and unsure kiss

kissing to prove a point

at first a gentle kiss, getting deeper and deeper

winning and a kiss as a reward

kissing to try it out

laughing while kissing

a breathless kiss

kissing as a distraction

a kiss on the corner of the mouth

smiling while softly kissing, finally showing their love

First Kiss Prompts | Kisses Masterpost

[t0rturedangel]

Hey ummm this is my first time asking someone to write soo sorry if it's not good.

Anyways 4 main x reader how would there first kiss be like (romantic, weird,messy ykyk)

Hope you have a good day

╭ . . . first kisses ੭

• ➛ main four x reader ( separate ) ╰ notes / warnings :: just swearing, also this might be a little ooc

STAN MARSH - ✮ •

━ your first kiss would be quite awkward with STAN since the poor boy is trying not to vomit all over you.

━ he'll probably just give you a quick - yet sweet - peck on the lips then vomit.

━ while it's really sweet its also kinda sad - mostly for stan- he set up a little date for the two of you just for his first kiss with you and it all went to shit when he felt the take away he ate a few minutes ago coming back up

━ still though you found it cute that he tried and comforted him as best as you could

" awh man- I'm sorry [ name ] " Stan mumbled, running a hand through his hair clearly annoyed with himself for vomiting at such an important time in your guy's relationship. You laughed softly " Its fine, Stan, honest " giving his hand a small squeeze you leaned against his side " really ? " he asked, still ashamed with vomiting nearly all over you " course " you laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek causing a red blush to take over your boyfriend's face. He slap his hand over his mouth - again- trying not to throw up, as he stared at you, absolutely in love and bewildered.

KYLE BROFLOVSKI - ✮ •

━ KYLE'S first kiss with you would be really romantic

━ Just like his buddy stan, kyle would make a date for your first kiss except it would be much more classy. While stan would probably order take out and watch movies with you for his date, Kyle would bring you to a restaurant ( probably in a suit as well ) and then walk you home after.

━ The kiss happened when kyle walked you back home, you thanked him and then pressed a kiss to his lips

━ Like i said, verry classy but still it was the best kiss of Kyle's life.

" Thank you for everything tonight kyle " you smiled, right after kissing him, it wasnt a short kiss nor was it awkward it was the most perfect kiss kyle's ever experienced. It felt so right to him and it must've felt right for you too. " I- uhm ... yeah dude? " he cursed at himself mentally for calling you 'dude' after such a romantic moment. Thankfully though you didnt seem offended, in fact you seemed to find it even cuter and funnier " Yeah . . . dude " you laughed, pressing another kiss, this time much quicker, to his cheek before walking home leaving a very flustered kyle behind. His legs were weak and wobblily, his face a shade of red that could easily rival his hair colour. He loved you so much, thats for sure.

KENNY MCCORMICK - ✮ •

━ your first kiss with KENNY would be sexual yet romantic, i mean come on its kenny.

━ The kiss would also happen right after you agree to be his girlfriend / boyfriend / lover or whatever. It would happen at your house, you two were hanging out after a date and kenny asked you the question when you answered yes he practically tackled you.

━ it would also lead to a make out, again how can it not?

━ now you have to pray that none of your guardians come in because, oh boy.

" Ken!- " you yelped once kenny paused his kiss for air, the blonde turned his head to the side, curious as to what you want " hm? yeah babe " your face was completely red " what if someone walks in and catches u- " Kenny cut you off with another loving kiss, his hands cupped your face " so ? now that you're mine i want everyone to know " he gave you a grin, you returning it " hahmm, fine " laughing kenny once more pressed his lips to yours, your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer, enjoying the moment with him.

ERIC CARTMAN - ✮ •

━ God, i dont even know how to describe your first kiss with ERIC

━ it was probably to show that your his lover, so a jealousy kiss- its that or a kiss after you made fun of kyle

━ he'd be so proud of you if you made fun of him he'd kiss you right Infront of everyone- something he's never done and never will do again, nothing against you its just he hates people seeing him kissing you.

━ After that, all kisses are private, it was just a one time public kiss.

" Eric ! " you gasped as his lips left yours, you didnt even know why he kissed you since he told you at the start of your relationship that all kisses and affection would be in private and yet right now he kissed you. in front of quite a lot of people. " I- im just so proud of you baby ! " he (probably fake) sniffed, smiling " what ?- wha... is this because i yelled at kyle and told him to fuck off ? " cartman nodded and pressed more kisses on your cheek, a red blush on you face. Wow, was all of this just because you made fun of kyle for like a millisecond. Not gonna lie, it was kinda nice, you just gotta now make sure to return the favor of the kiss later.

[quinloki]

I should be working, so of course I’m thinking about kisses from blorbos instead.

First kisses, mostly. In canon setting, or close enough to it.

This is all just off the cuff, so I’m putting it under a cut. I might do something more organized at a later date.

Shanks, Marco, Kid, Sir Crocodile and Doflamingo

Shanks - he’s so smooth you almost don’t realize what’s happening. There’s a warm hand on your cheek, brown eyes looking into yours. You don’t know when he got so close, but it’s not alarming, and you’re not uncomfortable. He was all jokes and laughs not even a few seconds ago, but now you aren’t even sure you’re still in the bar.

He makes a sound, a word maybe, something almost like a “yeah?” But you don’t really hear the word so much as the intent. Maybe you bite your lip, maybe you lean forward a little or give him a nod, but any motion of affirmation moves him forward. Fingers at the nape of your neck as he pulls you into a kiss that’s tastes sweeter than the rum he’s been drinking. You’re dizzy at the end of it, but maybe it’s a contact buzz, or maybe he really did just steal the air from your lungs and leave nothing but pleasure behind.

Marco - You’ve wanted to kiss those lips for days, if not longer. He’s not leading you on, he’s teasing you, delighting in ruffling your feathers. He likes to see you squirm, and you know those eyes have been watching your gaze shift to his lips every single time.

If you’re not brave enough to make demands, he’ll eventually lure you onto his lap - somewhere quiet and private, if he can test his own patience long enough to get away from the crew. He’ll pull you close slowly, giving you one last chance to decline. The first kiss will be brief, eyes watching you intently, and the slightest lean forward, the smallest gasp, and the following kiss will be heavy. A firm grip will hold you close a devour every moan he demands from you.

Eustass Kid - Subtle is for people afraid to hear the word no, and Kid ain’t afraid of anything. Just as likely to be bantering as he is to be arguing just before hand, the kiss will catch you off guard.

Somehow though, he’ll know that you wanted it. Whether you admit it with words or not, this cheeky bastard never misses the mark. Strong hands will have you pressed against the wall, squirming and squeaking and moaning as hot hungry lips steal air and sense from you.

By the times those painted lips are trailing down to your neck you’re probably already considering the logistics of fucking right where you are. Kid won’t force you to risk an audience, but he’s not wasting a drop of energy worrying about it on his own.

Sir Crocodile - you’re going to be the one to initiate the kiss with him. Probably sat up in his lap, or after you’ve already stripped yourself bare, and are laying underneath him. It’s the final affirmation for him, the last chance you have to deny him. He’s not kissing to test the waters or as a matter of course, he’s been considering you in the long term long before this moment. ( I feel like he’s a no kissing during casual sex kind of person.)

Once your lips are against his, there’s little control you’ll have after. He starts softly, gently, but firmly. More and more they become deeper and hungrier, dragging you under the heavy and inescapable desires of someone who doesn’t let go of what he’s claimed.

And certainly not when it’s wandered into his arms willingly.

Doflamingo - his first kiss is rough, greedy, if there’s acceptance on your part it’s more likely you were tricked into it. His hand will hold your face in place and his tongue will be deep in your mouth before you’ve even realized that you were being kissed.

Whether your sounds are protests or pleasures he’s not going to care. He wanted to kiss you, you were going to accept it. If he wants to use you further, he will. If you’re lucky he’ll have some kind of emotion toward you that isn’t just lust, and he may even decide to show you he can be considerate.

But you won’t find it in that first kiss.

[smallcloisville]

My otp really had 3 FIRST UNOFFICIAL KISSES before having an actual one!

[cookies-over-yonder]

i just want you for my own

Taylor and Link share a moment under the mistletoe while preparing for a Close-Foster-Swift family Christmas party, and things get a little fiery.

christmas gift for @happi-tree <3

[title from All I Want for Christmas Is You by Mariah Carey]

ao3

Every year Taylor and his mom have spent Christmas together, just the two of them curled up on the couch watching Frosty the Snowman: The Anime and eating the gingerbread houses they built hours before.

This year is different.

Taylor has always had an affinity for Christmas, but this year he has a whole new side of the family that shares that sentiment. And they are throwing a gigantic party. Link and his dads came early to help set up, Taylor’s dad will be here soon, the others will arrive after, and Glenn will surely be “fashionably” late. It’s going to be great.

Right now, Taylor is barely balancing on a stepstool trying to string lights at the top of his door frame. If only his tiny wings emerging from his back could actually help him fly.

“Need help?”

Taylor nearly stumbles off the stool when strong arms wrap around his waist to steady him.

Link.

“Careful.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Here,” Link says, holding Taylor’s hand and helping him down. Then, Link spins him around by his shoulders and lifts him up with both hands on his tummy.

Taylor can feel Link’s hands under his loose tee shirt and his hands are quite cold in contrast to his naturally high body temperature. He fights back a shiver at the sudden contrast, and sticks the lights to the door frame with tape. Link sets him back down, and he hopes he can’t see how red his face is, or hear the breathlessness in his voice when he says, “Thanks.”

“No problem. It looks cute.”

You look cute , Taylor wants to say.

Taylor isn’t the type to get crushes. Well, not ones like this . Sure, he’s found people cute—he can recognize attractiveness when he sees it—but man …

Link’s always been cute, and dreamy, and charming, and…

Taylor doesn’t know when it got so intense, but at this point it seems that everyone knows but the boy himself. Scary won’t let up on the teasing, but Taylor just retaliates by teasing her about a certain mascot.

It’s true though, Lincoln Li-Wilson has got Taylor down bad.

The doorbell rings.

“Dad!” Taylor shouts, nearly tripping down the front step in his excitement.

“Hey, kiddo!” Nicky’s already ruffling his hair as soon as he reaches the bottom of the steps.

“Hi!” Taylor says, burying his face in Nicky’s torso and wrapping his arms around him. “We’re still decorating.”

“Ooh, well I brought something for you.”

Taylor pulls away. “What is it?”

Nicky pulls a flaming plant out of his pocket and holds it out in the palm of his hand.

“A mistletoe?” Taylor asks.

“I thought it might come in handy,” Nicky whispers, glancing off to the side.

Taylor follows his gaze to see Link, wrapping a shimmering garland around the railing.

“Dad!” Taylor whisper-shouts back, feeling his face flush.

“Come on, I see the way you look at him,” Nicky says, pinching Taylor’s cheek and ruffling his hair again. “It’s a special mistletoe from Hell. I kissed your mom under it way back then.”

“Oh my god, Dad!” Taylor shouts, taking it from him. It’s hot, but a little fire never hurt a tiefling like Taylor.

“Go hang it up,” Nicky pats Taylor on the shoulder.

Taylor can barely contain his own sheepish grin as he runs back up the steps to the entrance of his room.

The mistletoe is connected to a small hook, one he could hang on the lights fairly easily if he weren’t too short.

But then there’s an arm around his shoulders and a hand over his, picking up the mistletoe and hanging it over the lights like he had planned.

“What is that?” Link asks, moving his hand to the small of Taylor’s back in a way that almost makes him feel faint.

“It’s a—a mistletoe,” Taylor says, shifting to lean his back against the doorframe to take some of the weight off his feet. “From Hell. My—uh, my dad gave it to me.”

Taylor could not be more thankful that Link’s more focused on this flaming, flickering mistletoe than how red his cheeks must be with the way he can feel them burning up.

Link’s wearing a red sweater with white snowflakes patterned across it and Garfield on his stomach wearing a little santa hat. He’s got a white collared shirt underneath the sweater, though the top few buttons are undone…

He’s smiling, and the glow of the fire is lighting his gorgeous brown eyes. “It’s pretty.”

“You’re pretty,” Taylor breathes out despite himself.

“What?” Link asks.

“What? Sorry, wha—uh, what did you say?” Taylor stutters, biting his lip.

“The mistletoe, it’s pretty.”

“Yeah… I… uh… my family likes these traditions a lot. On my dad’s side, mostly.”

“It looks like we’re standing under it,” Link says, looking back down at Taylor with a mesmerizing gaze.

God.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s—it’s a uh, it’s a silly tradition, we don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Taylor barely squeaks out, surprised he hasn’t caught fire himself yet.

“Well, It is your family’s party, so I might as well honour your traditions,” Link says, leaning forward a little and brushing a strand of hair out of Taylor’s face and tucking it behind his ear.

Taylor’s hands take purchase on Link’s shoulders and snake their way up his neck. He sucks in a shuddering breath and shuts his eyes as Link cups his cheeks and leans the rest of the way in.

As timid as Link can be, he kisses like he’s in charge. He slides his hands to hold Taylor by the waist and dip him ever so slightly, and Taylor can feel the heat from the mistletoe as if it’s consuming him whole.

“Mm,” Taylor hums into the kiss, and he feels heat rushing past his lips.

“Taylor,” Link whispers, pulling away a little.

“Mhm..?”

“Taylor, you’re burning up.”

“What?” Taylor opens his eyes to see flickers of light at the ends of his hair. “Oh my god, I’m on fire,” he breathes out, and ah, smoke. Smoke leaves his lips. “Oh god, oh my god, oh my god—” Taylor stumbles away from Link and hits his back against the doorframe, wincing.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Nicky comes running up the stairs. “It’s okay, it’s normal, I promise. Just breathe, kiddo,” he says, putting a hand on his too-hot shoulder.

He hadn’t even realized how unsteady his breathing had gotten. Closing his eyes, he slows it to the best of his abilities, though when he opens them, the ends of his hair are still very clearly flaming.

“Look, now you’ve got aesthetic demon flames to add to your look,” Nicky winks.

“Dad!” Taylor shouts, pressing his hands against his cheeks. “I—I’m gonna go to the bathroom. Bye!” Taylor squeaks, before running through the doorway in his room to the bathroom connected to it.

And looking in the mirror he sees it: flaming hair and flaming horns, and a glow in his eyes he’s seen before but only in the dark.

“My first kiss, and I immediately catch fire,” Taylor grumbles to himself, “Just another day in the life of Taylor Swift.”

“I’d say it’s not the worst of days.”

Taylor whips around to find Link with his a firm grip on the doorframe, gazing at him like he’s something special and not just a ball of uncontrollable fire.

“Link!” Taylor presses his palms against his cheeks once more. Burning and bright red. “Uh—hi. Hi. Sorry.”

“It’s okay, Taylor. I—I like the hair… flames.”

Link steps a little closer and reaches for Taylor’s hands, but he pulls them away. “I—I don’t want to burn you. Sorry, sorry—”

Taylor feels the tears start to form, but then they evaporate with the heat of his cheeks.

“It’s okay, I can handle a little heat, I promise. And your dad told me it’s not enough to leave any real damage. Not when it happens from, uh… excitement, I guess.”

“Oh my god, this is so embarrassing, I’m sorry, we should continue preparing for the party,” Taylor brushes past Link, unable to look him in the eyes.

“Wait,” Link says, taking hold of Taylor’s hand. It’s coolness is refreshing in comparison to his boiling temperature. Taylor turns back around to gaze at those beautiful brown eyes once more.

“Wha—”

“Can I kiss you again?” he asks, shy and timid.

“Ye—yeah, you can,” Taylor nods, perhaps too eager, but as Link pulls him in again, he doesn’t seem to mind.

This time, Link dips him all the way, and the flames get stronger, but Link doesn’t seem to mind.

“Mm,” Taylor hums into the kiss, and breaks away for air before going back in for more, His arms draped over Link’s shoulders.

Taylor starts to trail kisses across Link’s collarbone, briefly forgetting that his lip gloss will make his skin all shiny, but with the little giggles he makes at it, it’s all worth it.

When Taylor reaches Link’s neck, he briefly wonders if he could leave something resembling a vampire mark with his newly sharp fangs, and as he’s about to figure that out, there’s a knock.

“Door’s still open, kiddo!”

Taylor clamps a hand over his mouth and turns to see the wide open bedroom door.

“Either close it or help decorate!” Nicky shouts, already down the hall.

Taylor turns back to Link, whose eyes are just as wide as his own.

“You wanna decorate?” he asks, letting go of Taylor, much to Taylor’s dismay, but alas, there are duties that need tending to.

“Yeah. We should—yeah.”

And as they walk out the door, Link says, “Hey, now you match the mistletoe!”

Taylor giggles at that, and leads him by the hand down the hall.

꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖⋆❅♡❆(◕દ◕)

[evilynapple]

i still remember this like it was yesterday too hehe. me and my downstairs neighbor ashley were chilling in her bedroom after a long day of school, dressed in our cutest lolita coords of course. we were listening to my chemical romance and chatting about hot anime boys as usual 🥰

but then out of nowhere, she got all shy and was like hey...i kinda wanna try something. next thing i knew her lips were on mine! it happened so fast but felt like slow motion at the same time if that makes sense lol.

[sitp-recs]

What better way to spend a Friday night than crying over cataloguing my favourite brand of first kiss, the cinematic ones? After a quick chat about it I caught myself daydreaming about these iconic quotes, and felt the urge to keep them safe and sound in a special post to revisit at my heart’s content. I might update this list as I remember or read more but let’s start with these five. What about you, what are your favorite Drarry kisses?

Little Compton Street by @writcraft 🎵

The strains of music filter into the space around them and Harry tips his head, listening. The smile on his face widens. “I’ve been speaking to the DJ. I wanted them to play a song, that’s why I came looking for you.”

“What song?” Even as he asks the question, Draco already knows the answer.

“Life on Mars.” Harry puts his hand on the wall next to Draco’s head, his gaze dropping to Draco’s lips. “Bowie.”

All smart comebacks seem to have fled with I’ll see what I can do. Even in this huge club with people seemingly everywhere, in this moment it’s just the two of them. Harry’s breath is hot on Draco’s face, his body a warm, solid presence. The hum and pulse of his magic and the sharp, brilliant green of his eyes makes for a devastating combination. Standing in a darkened corridor with the first strains of music curling around them, the word that springs to Draco’s mind is privilege. There’s something so impossible about Harry at times—something so unreachable, a strength and goodness that can’t be touched—here he’s as open as he’s ever been. It’s a privilege to stand close enough to touch, to be close enough to kiss. Harry’s eyes are warm and searching, his lips upturned in a smile that makes it look as though Draco has caught him off-guard. Perhaps they’ve both been caught unawares, by the unexpected, desperate force of attraction that has crackled and sparked between them from the moment Harry walked into that little café on another rainy day in London.

The Beauty of Thestrals by @writcraft 🍷 🚬

“I’ve been thinking a lot about your peculiar ways.” Draco moves closer to Harry, giving him a look that chases Harry’s breath from his lungs.

“I don’t have any peculiar ways.”

“You think Thestrals are beautiful.”

“Yeah, I do.” Boldly, Harry puts his hands on Draco’s waist and pulls him closer. “So what?”

“You’re very strange, Potter,” Draco murmurs. “You and I see the world so differently.”

“Not that differently anymore,” Harry replies. “Do you think I’m right about the timing?”

“I have no idea.” Draco presses Harry against the counter, his breath warm on Harry’s lips. “I’m not sure I can ever imagine living in a time that’s ready for us.”

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic ⛪️

Draco’s still laughing when he steps closer. “The first kiss is important,” he says. “It’s how we’ll know if we’re… compatible.” He lifts his hand, slides it along the soft, sensitive skin just under Harry’s jaw, into Harry’s hair. He tugs, gently, pulling Harry’s head back just a fraction.

“It might be awful,” Harry says, trying for solemn, but even he can hear the low gritty sound of need in his own voice. “This might all be a huge mistake.”

Draco’s fingers tighten in Harry’s hair, and he leans in. “It might be awful,” he agrees, and Harry clutches at him then, digs his fingers into the clean tapering lines of his hips. Through Draco’s shirt, he can feel the solid shift of muscle as Draco shivers under his hands.

“It’s not going to be awful,” Harry says, and Draco answers low and desperate, “It’s going to be so fucking good.” And his mouth is right there, and this time he wants Harry properly, and it is so fucking good already, just getting to be this near to him. Harry’s not sure that anything could be better, really.

By the Grace by lettered 🌳

“What?” Malfoy said, dreamy and dazed. His eyes came open, half-lidded. His lips were wet, and Harry wondered how he could have thought Malfoy wasn’t beautiful—even with full knowledge of exactly how.

“Kiss me back,” Harry said. “Just a little.”

“Mm.” Malfoy licked his lips. “What about Reveal and all the non-magicals outside?”

“They can wait,” Harry said. “Just a little longer.”

“Don’t all those people need our help?” Malfoy smoothed his hands down from Harry’s neck, over his chest, along his sides, to his hips.

“Yes,” Harry said, jerking against Malfoy’s hands. “They do.”

Malfoy leaned in, his lips by Harry’s ear. “Have I taught you, then, to want things for yourself? Just little things. Like this.” He nipped the shell of Harry’s ear, and Harry shuddered.

Far From the Tree by aideomai ⏳

“All of it was very blurry. Like a memory from a dream. But enough to…” He shook his head, smiling a little. “I wanted you so badly, and I was sure I was going to get you. I remembered enough to know that.”

“Harry,” Draco said, voice tight, and Harry leaned down and kissed him so lightly that Draco almost didn’t realise it was happening, the briefest, warmest touch against the corner of Draco’s mouth.

“Everything’s going to be okay,” Harry said. “I’ve loved you for most of my life. Don’t worry so much.”

[elmundodeflor]

Their lips kiss the sorrows off his skin. One, two, three for every night they've spent together.

"Levi...", they whisper; a lullaby that tangles with the moon. "You don't have to be strong for me..."

He holds in his breath, lets their tongue trace the sweet of his fingertips. There's something precious about the way they do this, really. Their mouth patches his every callus, paints him like he's the shining of the stars. And he knows, then, he can bare himself whole before them.

He doesn't need to hide his softness from Hanji Zoe.

[starsarefire824]

Lay Me Down Slow

“Uhm–can you wait?” Mike asks softly.

Will smiles wide despite himself. “Yeah, sure. I can just watch TV or something.”

“Okay, great,” he responds happily. “I’ll just be a few minutes.”

With that he grabs a couple things from the bed in a rush and goes straight to the bathroom, leaving Will standing by the desk.

As soon as the door clicks shut Will lets out a giant sigh and then throws back the tiny bottle of tequila in one go. He grimaces, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and sets the empty bottle on the table desperately hoping it will help settle his nerves. He tentatively pads over to the bed and sits, rubbing his hands along his knees and glancing around as the sound of rushing water drifts from the bathroom. It’s insanely distracting.

His eyes catch on the remote sunken in the white duvet and he clicks the television on. The first thing that pops up is MSNBC and Will pouts, turning it immediately to something else. It’s the standard boring channels that all hotels offer, and he rests his chin in his hand and channel surfs monotonously until he comes across an old black and white film his mom always loved. He sets the remote beside him and watches, crossing and uncrossing his legs, wondering if it would be okay for him to take his shoes off. He bites the inside of his cheek in indecision before finally deciding it’s probably fine. Mike will most likely be in his pajamas anyways.

He slips his boots off, pulls his sleeves over his hands and slides back onto the bed so he can lean against the headboard. He watches in silence for a little while, the tight nervousness in his chest dissipating a bit with the comfort of the tequila and the bed. He loves the rhythm of old movies, especially in the background. It reminds him of playing on the living room floor of his house when he was little, before everything changed when he was twelve. When things were good, or as good as they could be with his father around. He settles in and crosses his arms over his belly, eyes growing a little heavy as the minutes slowly tick by.

But it doesn’t last long. The feeling is shattered when he hears the bathroom door open. The fluttering in his chest returns and he shoots straight up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

“Hey, Will?” Mike calls from the bathroom. The light from the crack in the door shines along the wall like a glowing skyscraper.

“Yeah?” he breathes, cringing at how his voice almost squeaks.

“Would you mind bringing me that first aid kit?”

Will turns off the movie and stands, scanning the room for the bag. “Yeah, sure.” He quickly retrieves it and pads to the bathroom, his heart beating more rapidly with each step.

Mike opens the door a little bit, and the steam hits Will right along his cheeks. It’s heavy with warmth and damp. Mike’s peeking at him through the door, opening it a little more when he approaches. His hair is towel dried in damp waves around his face and he’s wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants. Will tries desperately and fails to keep his eyes from dropping to his shoulders, chest, and belly, noting that they are most certainly not those belonging to the teenage boy he’d known in Hawkins. His shoulders are broad and angular and his whole body has a natural yet jagged definition. His chest hair is sparse and it makes Will wonder if he can grow a beard.

But as his eyes trail further down, he notices that the line of hair trailing from Mike’s belly button to where it disappears beneath the waist of his pants is thicker and black. To the right of it, Will can see where he’s taken the punch in the soft spot between hip bone and ribs. The blow is already blooming angry and red and will be purple tomorrow.

Mike backs up a step and Will can’t read his serious expression when their eyes meet again, but it’s a moment he can’t let go. It feels like an invitation, and so Will shoves away his racing thoughts screaming at him to stop and rests his palm flat on the door, pushing it open a millimeter, an inch, another inch.

Mike observes his hand push the door and takes another step back.

“Can I help you?” Will asks, low and serious.

Mike’s mouth drops open, lips still prettily damp and flushed from the hot water. His eyelashes flutter and he breathes out nervously. Will tries not to shudder at the heat radiating off his skin.

“Yes,” he agrees, and the sound of that word makes Will’s knees want to buckle.

Yes .

Will takes a step in the room and holds the first aid kit against his thigh. “Okay,” he replies, nodding to the counter. “Do you want to sit?”

“Okay,” Mike whispers and Will watches the thin muscles of his back and his ribs roll beneath his skin as he turns and hops onto the counter next to the sink.

His back curves heavily and he rests his hands relaxed in his lap. “It’s not so bad,” he says, the high plains of his cheeks pink and dewy.

“No,” Will replies, breaking his gaze away and focusing on what he needs from the first aid kid. He thinks that bandaids are useless at his point, and so he reaches for some gauze and antibiotic ointment.

“I don’t think it needs stitches,” he says, brushing Mike’s hair back from his forehead. Will’s skin prickles on his neck where his warm breath flits over it. He makes quick and efficient work of gently drying and adding ointment to the gash above his delicate eyebrow, feeling as if they’re lost inside a fog in the steam-blurred mirrors. Once he’s finished with that, he bends a little lower to inspect his lip. Mike turns his chin up and he presses the gauze on it with gentle pressure until it comes away dry.

“I think you should get ice for this and your side before you go to bed. They’re gonna be bruised in the morning.”

Mike hums, and it vibrates his whole chest. “My side is starting to ache, but the lip doesn’t feel too bad. I think the guy kind of missed it head on.”

Will smiles. “That’s good.” He likes how his eyelashes are thick and damp as he studies somewhere below them. Suddenly, he looks up, eyes flashing with something intense. One side of his mouth turns up in a half smile.

“Remember when we were in the Upside Down with Lucas and Dustin and we were hiding in the grocery store after the demogorgon chased us and I patched the cuts on your face?”

“Yes,” Will replies, standing up straight, and liking the way Mike’s eyes follow him upwards. Dying a little bit in the way they are set ablaze with the memory. He isn’t sure how eyes so black can be so alive. So dark, you can barely discern pupils from iris. He knows to most, beauty lies in blue eyes that are clear like glass and green and gold eyes that arouse feelings of summer. But to Will, these eyes, his eyes , are the most beautiful he’s ever seen. Dark like a crow sitting in a winter tree after a snowstorm. In the gauzy light of this white bathroom he’s made up of milky light and the blackest shadows, like a charcoal drawing he might sketch out in one of his notebooks; something stolen away from the Elysian Fields. The closest Will might ever get to a place like that. It seems in his life, hell had been much more taken with him.

“Sometimes I think about it,” Mike continues softly, mouth turning up in a gentle smile.

“What?” Will asks, setting the supplies on the counter and rubbing his palms nervously along his thighs. He glances down at Mike with confusion.

“You,” Mike states, his vowels a little rough around their edges and face is pleading with him.

It’s a simple statement. One word. But as Will stares down at his childhood best friend who he barely knows anymore, it feels as if a veil has been lifted from his eyes. It feels as if Mike has said one thousand I love yous. I’ve always loved you. I’m sorry it took me so long. I’m sorry for everything. It’s always been you. Love me. Hold me. Kiss me.

So he does.

Will takes hold of Mike’s face, reveling in the way his mouth opens for him as their lips meet. Their hands are all over each other and Will pulls tight against the back of Mike’s neck, his entire body thrumming radiantly when Mike turns his head and slips his tongue in his mouth, already out of breath. He tastes like bourbon and blood

[dramioneasks]

any recs for fics where draco kisses hermione and completely freaks out about it?

He Knew - Fictionismyescape - G, one-shot - Maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to tell him how they felt. Or maybe it was.

Her Muggle Ink - viridianatnight - T, one-shot - Hermione hadn’t changed the mark, she hadn’t scribbled it out or made it worse. She’d made it better. Made it something beautiful.He lifted his arm closer, finding daffodils hugging the skull and snake, interspersed with pansies, and another flower. Hermione had grown a garden in his darkness, showing him how to thrive where he thought the sun couldn’t shine.- Eighth year fluff!

First-Name Basis - Santhe - M, one-shot - “I’m not trying to get rid of you,” she whispers, folding in further. His pacing hesitates, halfway between her and the fire. He has his old, icy voice back, but there’s a new tremor to it now. “Then what are you doing?” With her hands pressed to her chest, she can feel what he felt—pulse hammering well over two hundred beats per minute. Chest stuttering, muscles shaking, voice broken when she quietly admits, “I’m so lonely, Draco; aren’t you?”

Who Needs Mistletoe? - SlytherclawBlack - G, one-shot - Regaining her balance she looks up to apologize to the stranger who she now has her hands  braced upon and realizes that he is not a stranger at all. "Malfoy?“ "Shit. Granger?”

-Lisa

[mysexydaydreams]

Sexy daydreams start with kisses, and my first kisses here are for @paintthedarkskyblue and @beaucyphre, two souls so similar to mine that our bodies feel close even when we’re miles away from each other.

[kryptiqa]

​these ships are so tethered if you know you know

[dapandapod]

Dance floor kisses

HELLO!

I have so many finished pieces hidden away from y'all, oh dear. Working on it, promise!!

Anyway, please enjoy this floof because I want floof.

On Ao3 here

The room is crowded, but Jaskier notices nothing. Nothing but the witcher slowly walking to him, Geralt's eyes not leaving his, and it is making his heart pound.

He stands in the middle of the dance floor, probably being very much in the way of the couples swirling about, but Jaskier doesn't have time to care.

There is this strange energy sparking between them. The air is thick, charged like before a thunder storm. Unable to move, he waits for Geralt to reach him.

When he is only a few steps away, Geralt reaches for him, hands on his hip pulling him close, and Jaskier arches into it, tilting his chin up and looking at his witcher through lowered lashes.

"What are we doing?" Jaskier asks with a smile, his hands slowly snaking up over firm shoulders.

"I love you." Geralt says instead, and it steals the breath out of his lungs.

"Pardon?"

"I love you." Geralt says again, just as easily, leaning in just an inch.

A couple swishes past them, a dress brushing against his leg, and Geralt sets them in motion. 

Nothing more but a sway, a sad excuse of a slow dance, but it allows them to remain, for Geralt to navigate them as bodies twirl past.

"I know I should have said it a long time ago. I thought you knew. I love you."

Jaskier blinks a few times at this. He knew, in a sense. You can't live and travel together like they do without there being some kind of love involved. He for sure loves Geralt, has been in love with him for many years. But this?

It sets his heart in motion, making him feel alive, the beating of his heart so strong it feels like it could break free at any moment.

"Say it again." He asks greedily, and Geralt smirks, leaning in even closer. 

They must look ridiculous, the two of them. Faces tilted, lips inches apart, swaying from side to side with no heed for the rhythm of the song.

"I love you." Geralt whispers, tightening the grip on Jaskier's hips. "I love your stupid hat and your pointy nose. I love your creaking knees and morning breath. I love your cold feet and your ability to speak your mind, constantly. I love how you look when you perform. I love how you smell when you wake up in my arms. I love how you love me, even when I don't deserve it."

It is stupid, and it is rude, and it is fucking perfect.

With a quick glance around, Jaskier notes that Geralt has slowly been leading them off the dance floor. Clever witcher.

Grabbing the hands on his waist, Jaskier backs the rest of the way off it, leading Geralt to a side corridor and a very inviting alcove. 

The moment they reach it, Geralt's hands are back on his hips, pressing them together as he is being pressed against the wall.

"Are you just going to keep poking fun at my flaws, or are you going to kiss me any time soon?" Jaskier teases, his arms wrapping around his witcher's neck.

It is as natural as breathing, the swoop of nerves before something new, the plunge into the unknown. Geralt leans in the last few inches, capturing his lips in a surprisingly tender kiss. 

It feels unreal, unbelievable to be here, but at the same time inevitable. Sighing into it and parting his lips slightly, Geralt presses closer, closer still.

If Geralt ever calls Jaskier dramatic again, he will bring up this moment.

For now, there is just the feeling of being held in his witcher's arms.  For now, it is enjoying the tension finally breaking, molding them into something new. Maybe the air will be clearer tomorrow.

For now, there is not enough air in the world to whisper his own confessions against his witcher's lips.

[adina--astra]

More than friends 💖

Day 6: An Intimate Moment

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