#i keep thinking about the 50 types of kisses prompts

[ancuninspawn]

what if, and hear me out, I wrote something???

[logansargeantsbabymom]

Lonely Christmas

Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

summary: Lando and Y/N decide that they want to play a prank on their fans and the rest of the grid by hinting at breaking up over X (twitter)

warnings: Cursing & “Cheating”

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“hey babe, I have an idea.” I said with a smirk as I plopped myself on the bed next to my Formula 1 race winner boyfriend, Lando Norris.

“Oh no, this doesn’t sound good” Lando says chuckling as he props himself on his elbow to get a better view of me, before leaning down pressing a quick kiss to my lips

“mm, I think we should prank your fans and the grid.” I said with the biggest smile I’ve ever smiled in my life.

“and how do you suppose we do that, hmm?” Lando said, his eyes flickering between my eyes and my lips.

Sitting up and criss cross apple sauce, I stare into his soul “I think we should stage a twitter breakup,” I searched his face for some type of answer

“What? Is this a way of telling me you want to breakup without telling me you want to breakup?” He looks kinda hurt, which quickly prompts me to swing my legs over his body so i’m sitting on his lower torso.

“Absolutely not baby! i love you beyond the galaxy. I just think this would be funny,” i plead but Lando looks unsure “I’ll tell you what to say and all !”

“fine, but only if you let me eat you out, BUT you have to sit on my face” Lando knows I’m insecure about my weight and crushing him to death.

“oh! fine!!” I say plopping right off his body and landing on the bed with a huff. “so i’m gonna tweet something to indicate that we’re breaking up but not actually saying anything”

“and how are you gonna do that-” I quickly interrupt him

“make me cry” i say nonchalantly

“what?” Lando’s face reads 50 shades of Stunned “no, I promised you and your family that the one thing i’d NEVER do to you is make you cry.”

Hearing Lando admit that means the world to me, but i need him to stop being nice and make me cry. It doesn’t take much for me to cry and since Lando doesn’t want to make me cry, I’ll resort to the next best thing: thinking of my (very much alive) dog die.

Just a few seconds of thinking of my (breed/dog) die, the tears well up in my eyes and I let out a choked sob, before whipping my phone out and taking a picture before posting it on twitter with the caption

"nobody wants a lonely Christmas but I'm about to call it quits with you. Breaking up is at the top of my wishlist and baby you don't have a clue."

I flip my phone to show Lando with a smirk plastered on my face. "So, what'd ya think?" I question as I post it and wait a few seconds before twitter starts going absolutely nuts. " wait wait let me read you some of the comments I'm getting, 'slut4ln' says 'NO MOM AND DAD PLEASE STOP FIGHTING' haha look, here's another 'mother/n' said 'mother always knows wtf is up, Lando Norris count your days' !!" the chuckles leaving my lips are loud

"I think that I don't know how to respond to that on twitter," Lando says with a faint chuckle "here, how about you take my phone, type out what you want me to say and then let me read it before posting it." a smirk evident on his face as he hands me his phone, before putting said hand on my thigh, rubbing it up and down.

"What about this...?" I question as I'm typing

"You say our relationships fading and you've been thinking bout leaving and though I know it's the truth I just don't want to believe it. You've gotta be kidding me, are we really breaking up? We just picked out a tree, damn."

"Okay Y/N/N lets give it a second to spread, we have to get juicy comments before we keep going, oh. never mind. George is texting me asking me what the fuck I did and why am I arguing twitter about it"

"fuck it, ignore him. we need to make this believable." I say swiping George's message away. "Opinion on this?"

"wait wait, let me tweet something else before you tweet y/n/n. Here, read this"

"You haven't even left yet and I miss you. I was looking forward to the holidays with you. How could you do this on Christmas, girl that's so malicious? C'mon baby, please don't make me beg cause I can go and date your friend instead. Yeah, I'll put the nut in meg. But If you're thinking about leaving, then I already blew it. screw it, then I guess I'll have to beat you to it, bitch."

"OKAYYYY LANDOOOO LET ME STEP UP MY GAME!!!" I scream as I finished reading his reply after he hit tweet bouncing up and down on the bed in excitement.

"okay, okay what about this for me?" I question as I finish typing, turning my phone so Lando can read what I typed.

"I tell you I love you but I don't really mean it, cause after this Christmas sorry but I'm leaving you."

"I'm starting to feel like you're just soft launching a break up with us right now" Lando says "Why else would you gave suggested a fake twitter break up?"

"Baby, please. This is just for shits and giggles. AHH OH MY GOSH!! OSCAR'S CALLING ME" I screamed in panic as I declined the call. "Lando, I think you need to eat me up in the twitter beef again, put your pretty head to work and think of some insults for me."

"I'm almost done, but first I got a question. Why is it one week before Christmas you feel the need to mention a break up with me is in the process but still pending? Is it depending on your gift and what I'm spending? Or are you fishing for more compliments? Because to my astonishment, you're acting like little kid. Was it something I said?Sometimes my head stops thinking, when I say some stupid shit to you, you know I don't mean it, it's just the season, it's confusing, can we just get along?"

"LANDO MY COMMENTS ARE GOING CRAZYYYY! LOOK" I giggle in excitement as I flip my phone so he can scroll through the comments

slut4ln: MOM AND DAD PLEASE STOP! CHRISTMAS IS RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER AND I CAN'T DEAL WITH A DIVORCE RN

georgeswhore: I wake up from a nap to SEE THESE?!?!?!?!

leclercsgf: What the absolute fuck did they fight about that THEYRE BEEFING ON TWITTER FOR AND AIRING OUT A POTENTIAL BREAKUP???

>y/nforpresident: potential? honey I think they are done

Landoslefttoe: Lando kinda ate mom up though 😭😭

LewisHamilton: Answer your fucking phones now!

CharlesLeclerc: LANDO?? YOU CALL YOUR GIRLFRIEND "BITCH"??

CarlosSainz: Cabron, call me asap and fill me in

LoganSargeant: Does this mean I actually have a chance with Y/n?

"I'm choosing to ignore Logan's comment," Lando said flipping my phone back so I could read it. "When are we gonna go public and say it was a prank?" Lando asks as he readjusts himself on the bed, pulling me down and closer to him so we're cuddling

"We can tell them all tomorrow" I yawn as I cuddle closer to my boyfriend "goodnight handsome"

"Goodnight precious" lando whispers as he kisses my temple

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[jaelvr]

You were beautiful

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Requested : no

Prompts ; 51. “Please, just stay a little longer.”  + 54. “Please don’t cry.”  + 50.  “I love you. Never forget that, okay?” 

Pairing : ex! doyoung x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : angst, fluff

Word count : 1.2k

Warnings : mutual feelings, exes to lovers, idol! au, slightly ooc

Have a great day !! 

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"The things I'm about to tell you, aren't so you change what's already on your mind."

He looked through his bag, searching for the letter he'd been given earlier in the day. They'd had a fan meet for their newest comeback, something they were used to by now. Getting presents and letters was nothing new, but there was something about this one he couldn't quite put his finger on. It felt familiar - like a home of some kind. The writing seemed familiar to him and the person in front of him, despite not being able to clearly make them out, was someone he'd known - he was sure of it. He pulled the letter out, wasting no time in opening it to read it.

"It's just that I keep thinking about all the melodies you made asleep at night."

He got up carefully, not wanting to disturb you too much. A lovestruck smile on his face as he looked at your figure next to him, taking in your peaceful expression and how the sun lightly shone on your face, making you look like an angel. Doyoung leaned down, placing a gentle kiss upon your forehead, thumb softly caressing your cheek. He got up and stretched, about to head into the bathroom when he heard a tired yawn and eyes peering over at him. "Good luck today. I love you." you murmured, a sleepy smile on your face as you battled sleep to stay awake. "I love you too, sunshine. I'll see you later." he promised, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips and watching you for a few seconds before heading into the bathroom to get ready for practice. He could always get through the day if it meant coming home to you.

"I keep trying to forget but you were beautiful."

He thought back on it, remembering the way the pair of you would look at each other with absolute love. It was clear to anyone who saw you two how deep the connection truly ran. They'd been celebrating one of the comebacks, throwing a party to congratulate them. He'd come over when you were watching Jungwoo and Haechan drunkenly sing along to songs on the karaoke machine, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing fragile kisses to your neck. "Hey Doie." you grinned, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You alright?" he muttered, brushing hair out of your face while his other hand gently ran circles across your hip. You let out a hum of content, nuzzling into his chest. "I'm so proud of you." you whispered, looking up at him with complete admiration and love, his face mirroring the same. "I couldn't have done it without you." he admitted, kissing your forehead. The way you looked at him made him never want to leave, always needing to either be next to you or have you close by. The way you called his name and how addictive he found it. You felt like home.

"I keep thinking about how we used to be. God, I just hate this part."

You'd known something was off the minute he'd walked through the door. He had said nothing, having a shower and getting into his pyjamas before curling up in bed, silent. You'd crawled in beside him, simply holding him and rubbing his back as his tears escaped, your embrace tight and not letting go of him. "You're okay. I've got you, love." you whispered, your head on top of his as you rubbed his back. You didn't force him to talk, simply letting him take his time and if he didn't want to talk about it at all, you never pushed him to. You stayed with him all night, comforting him in the morning as you caressed and planted kisses all over his tear-stained face, not making a deal or pressing on the issue. Just wanting to be there for him to soothe him.

"Think I've cried more than I had imagined."

The scene taunted him constantly whenever he couldn't fall asleep. The look on your face when he'd uttered the cursed six words. Doyoung was almost convinced he'd heard your heart shatter at his words. He wasn't sure what had broken him more between your desperate pleas to not leave or the tears that streamed down your face. “Please don’t cry.” he pleaded, his own tears falling. He wanted to tell you he was joking or he'd changed his mind, but he couldn't. He wanted to stay but knew it wasn't possible.

Not with him being an idol. He couldn't. He laid awake that night, your face and his actions constantly haunting him, knowing the pain he'd caused which he tried to ignore, convincing himself it was for the better. He'd give anything to go back to how you two were before, his heart hurting more as he read over the letter, realising you'd forgiven him despite the damage he'd caused you.

"'Cause the last time that you looked at me, I did all I could, I watched you leave."

He refused. He got up, and quickly headed to the entrance of the dorm, pulling his coat on and tying his shoes on. "Doyoung? Where are you going?" Taeyong questioned, looking at his phone which read eleven o'clock. "The letter." he murmured once his shoes were done, Taeyong looking at him in confusion as he pushed the letter into his best friend's hands. "They were there. They gave it to me today at the fan meet." he hurriedly explained. Taeyong skimmed through, the end of the letter catching his eye. Besides the “I love you. Never forget that, okay?” was a scrawled sunshine. The nickname Doyoung always referred to you as. Taeyong looked back up, a small smile on his face as he knew what he was doing. He nodded, squeezing Doyoung's shoulder before he left, bidding him a gentle 'good luck'.

"All the things you gave to stay with me."

Once he'd gotten there, he anxiously knocked on the door. He prayed you hadn't moved otherwise he'd look like an absolute idiot - not that he wouldn't already. His breath hitched as the door to the familiar apartment opened, words escaping him as he took in your look in front of him. You were in your pyjamas, your hair slightly messy with your natural beauty. "You look beautiful." he got out, hesitantly stepping forward, afraid of your reaction. Relief consumed him as he felt you step forward, resting your head on his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears. He gently caressed the back of your head, the other resting on your back as he gripped you tightly, almost trying to assure himself he wasn't dreaming and he was actually here.

"I'm sorry. It doesn't feel right without you. I miss you. I miss the way you looked at me. I miss the way you called my name. I miss your smiles when we'd disagree, I-" he rambled, eyes widening as he felt you lean up, kissing him quickly yet lovingly. “Please, just stay a little longer.” you whispered a sad smile on your face. He cupped your face, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I'm not leaving this time."

[worksby-d]

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thank you for sending a prompt!!! 🤎

50 types of kisses prompts 

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Prompt: One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

Themes: Cheating (maybe!) (only if you choose to read it that way), sneaking around, a MINUTE amount of angst, I suppose.

Word count: ~500

Standing in your bathroom, you watch Andy sit on the edge of the tub to run the water for a bath. You both threw on just enough clothes to walk across the room from your bed, so the steam from the hot water gives you back some warmth that you lost when you rolled out of his arms.

You're lost in thought, staring at the steady stream of water when he looks up at you. He doesn't know where the frown on your face came from. 

“What's that look for?” 

Avoiding his gaze, you look down and pretend to pick lint off your shirt. 

“You haven't told her yet, have you?” 

Your voice is quiet and he just looks at you, wondering how you knew. 

“I can tell you have something on your mind… Like your head is somewhere else tonight.” 

He lets out a deep breath. “I'm sorry–” 

You look toward him. He's been telling you for weeks that he's just been waiting for the right time to tell Laurie that he's been seeing you while they've been taking a break. 

“Do you not want to..?” 

Your voice trails off. There's always been a worry in the back of your mind that he's going to find it easier one of these days to just go back to her, to put his feelings aside and keep their family the way it is. 

“No, no. It’s not like that,” he swears, turning the water off and standing up to step closer to you. “I promise.” 

You shrug. What does he expect you to think?

“It's just… Complicated.” 

The famous line. You subtly roll your eyes. 

“The longer you wait, the harder it'll be.” you carefully remind him. 

“I know.” He wishes you'd look him in the eye to see he means it. He holds his hand out for you. “I know. Come here.” 

Hesitantly taking his hand, you let him pull you only a little closer. “I don't want you to hide me.” 

“I'm not…” 

He pauses to think about it though. The dates in other towns so there's no chance of someone he knows seeing the two of you before he has a chance to tell his wife… The only spending nights at your place... Ok. He gets it.

“I'm sorry.” He can't say it enough. “It’s not like I want to hide you. You know that.” 

“Do I?” 

“I hope so.” He furrows his brow, letting a silence take over as he waits for your eyes to meet his. “I love you.” 

Your frown is still there even as your eyes light up a little, finally finding his. 

He leans to give you a soft kiss, repeating his words. “I love you. I mean that.” 

A small smile tugs at your lips. You kiss him back, your smile growing wider. 

“I love you, too,” you whisper, closing the gap between your bodies with a hug. “The sneaking around was fun at first, but we can't keep doing it. It makes me feel like we're doing something wrong and we're not–”

“I know.” He's not the best with words, it's no secret. His hands rubbing your back is his best attempt at soothing away your worries right now. “I know.”

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[mimisempai]

It's invisible but it's there

Summary

A funny accident between him and Aziraphale, leads Crowley to a moving discovery and causes them to discuss their relationship.

Notes

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Kiss #48: One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s.

Completely inspired by one of Neil's recent answer on tumblr

On Ao3

Rating G -  1098 words

"Muriel, would you be so kind as to hand me the book I left on the sideboard by the door?"

Aziraphale, perched on a stepladder, stretched his arm back without turning around.

"I'm not Muriel, but I'm happy to bring you the book."

The angel shook his head and turned to see Crowley approaching, book in hand. When the demon was close, Aziraphale reached out to grab the book, but Crowley, a mischievous smile on his lips, shook his head and said, "No, no, Mr. Fell, if you want this book, you'll have to pay first."

Crowley tucked the book behind his back and, standing on tiptoe, held his face toward Aziraphale, leaving no doubt as to the currency required.

The angel rolled his eyes at his lover's antics, but leaned over to the demon and dropped a fleeting kiss on his lips. Then, just as he was about to pull away, the demon held him back with one hand and said playfully, "Angel, I'm sure this is a valuable book, so you'll have to put the money in."

"Idiot..." the angel grumbled before pressing his lips to the demon's again, making the kiss last a little longer this time.

They soon had to stop, however, as Aziraphale leaned a little too far and the stepladder tipped dangerously, causing the angel to fall.

Crowley dropped the book and caught the angel, but not fast enough to keep his own balance, so they both ended up on the ground.

Trying to right himself, Aziraphale panicked, "Crowley, are you okay, are you in pain?"

He knelt down beside Crowley, who was holding his face in his hands, and now, the angel, genuinely concerned, grabbed the demon's hands to see that he was laughing.

Aziraphale nudged him gently and said, "Idiot, I really thought you were hurt."

Between laughs, the demon replied, "Sorry, Angel, but I'm fine, I swear."

He reached behind him and brought his hand back in front of him, holding the book, and continued, "But I'm not sure your book is undamaged."

The demon looked at it more closely and frowned, "Oh, I think a page is torn."

He opened the book and added, "Ah no, it's a note."

Aziraphale panicked and reached for the book, saying, "Oh, it's nothing. Give it to me-"

But Crowley had put the book out of reach and, looking serious, asked Aziraphale, "This is your handwriting. This note is about me. What does it mean?"

The angel shook his head and replied, "I told you, it's nothing, it was a long time ago and I..."

"Does Crowley feel that connection too? If we stay away too long, will that bond break?"

Crowley held the note out to Aziraphale and asked softly,"What did you mean when you wrote that, Angel?"

Aziraphale grabbed the book and replied, his throat slightly tight with emotion, "It's Jane Eyre."

"Yes, I've seen it."

The angel opened the book, searched for a page, and turning the book to Crowley, showed him a paragraph, "Read this."

Crowley read aloud, “I have a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave I’m afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I’d take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you’d forget me.”

Crowley murmured, "I see..."

Then he read the note again before placing it in the book, closing it and setting it down beside him. Still sitting on the floor, he leaned against one of the bookshelves and motioned for the angel to come and sit between his spread legs.

Aziraphale slid down and once his back was pressed against the demon's chest, Crowley wrapped his arms around him and, resting his chin on the angel's head, asked softly, "When did you write this, Angel?"

Aziraphale placed his hands on the demon's intertwined hands on his stomach and replied, "In 1941, I had just realized my feelings for you, and we had never been as close as we were that day, so when you left, I began to wonder if I was the only one who had imagined this bond between us. If I was the only one who thought about you all the time when we were apart."

He felt the demon shake his head before he said with an emotional tone, "You weren't the only one."

Aziraphale took one of Crowley's hands and brought it to his lips as Crowley continued, "And lately, you seemed to be thriving, and I felt like I was treading water, and I was afraid that one day that bond would be gone."

He felt the angel about to protest, but pressed a light kiss to the fluffy hair to calm him and continued, "Let me finish, Angel. That's how I felt, but not anymore. Now, this invisible bond, I'm firmly convinced that nothing can break it. I mean, even Metatron tried, and he couldn't. In fact, looking back, I'm even sure that if you had followed him, it wouldn't have broken."

He couldn't help but smile as he felt the angel nod repeatedly to show that he shared the same conviction.

Crowley leaned forward and said in his lover's ear, "Then you can throw away this little note."

Aziraphale replied, "Yes, I now have the answer to both questions. This bond is real and here and unbreakable."

He turned his head and their lips met in a tender kiss that lasted until a slight cough caused them to part and look up.

Muriel, hands on hips, one eyebrow raised, asked them, "What are you doing?"

Crowley grabbed Jane Eyre and held it up, saying, "We're just arranging books."

Muriel shook their head and replied, "And to think I'm the one who's supposed to be learning from you."

Crowley and Aziraphale looked at each other before breaking into a chorus of laughter, then the demon stood and reached out to help the angel to his feet.

Then he put his arm around Muriel's shoulders and said, "Come on, my little bee, I'll buy you a hot chocolate at Nina's to celebrate."

The angel asked, confused, "To celebrate what?"

Crowley took Aziraphale's hand with his other hand and as their fingers intertwined, he said in a softer tone, "To celebrate an unbreakable bond."

"A bond? But I don't see anything."

Aziraphale replied to Muriel with a smile, "It's invisible, but it's there."

Muriel thought to themself that they did indeed have a lot to learn.

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Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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[harufluff]

Hey haru <3 How is it going?

Could I please request a drabble with Beomgyu

From the fluff prompt 54: “Don’t think about anything. Just tell me that you love me and hold me tighter.”

And 50 types of kisses prompt 03: A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond

'miss you already' Choi Beomgyu

warnings - reader is mentioned to be shorter

genre -fluff, angst???, established relationship au, idol!beomgyu x gn!reader

wc - around 557

reblogs and feedback are appreciated :)

don’t say anything. ik the tour just ended. pretend your reading this before lmao

‘i don’t wanna gooooooo!!’

you giggle to yourself. today beomgyu had to leave for his tour. this was gonna be the first time you spent away from each other for that long.

‘it’s ok, beom. it’s only for a couple of months, so you’ll survive.’

his flight was at 3:00, and right now it was about 2:30. thankfully he was on his own, with just a couple of staff members with him. he requested to the company to stay a couple of extra days to be with you.

‘why do you do this to me.’

‘it’s not my fault your an idol.’

a small chuckle comes out of him. his face buried into the crevice of your neck. in all honestly, you didn’t want him to leave either. you wanted to keep him all to yourself.

‘thank you for coming to the airport with me.’

you smile into his hair. and take in the scent of his shampoo for the last time in what could be a long time.

‘of course. i wouldn’t miss it.’

his grip around your waist tightens as the calm voice announces on the loud speaker that boarding for his flight would start soon.

‘you should go.’

‘don’t think about anything. just tell me that you love me and hold me tighter.’

his request catches you off guard. the held back tears finally start to prick at your eyes. when the soft, hot liquid starts streaming down your face, you know you’re gonna miss him more that you know.

you burry your face into his neck and let all your emotions flow out. he pulls away and looks at you with a smile.

beomgyu gives you a peck on the nose before holding you at a farther distance by your waist.

‘you’ll wait for me, right?’

‘that’s a stupid question. of course i will’

you both make your way over to the gate, hand in hand. why couldn’t he stay just a little bit longer? why now?

you give him one last hug and kiss before letting him walk away. for the second time that day, you feel the pricking at the back of your eyes.

god, you’ll miss him so much. but it’s for the best. it’s just a couple of months. maybe they’ll go by faster than you think. you turn around and begin to walk out of the airport when-

‘HEYYYYY!!’

you hear beomgyu’s voice coming from the direction of where he left. suddenly you feel his warm, tall figure behind you. his strong arms wrap around your waist and turn you around to face him.

‘kiss me’

he says breathily. so of course you do. you lean up to his level and place your soft lips against his slightly roughed ones. your arms circle around his neck as he tilts his head to the side.

you pull away slowly and put your hands on each side of his face.

‘time to go.’

‘till next time i see you’

slowly, you look to your phone to see the time. 2:52.

you smile and give him one last kiss before you rush him off the his plane. god, you’ll miss him, but what a kiss that was.

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[just-jordie-things]

Hiiii can i ask for Gojo and the 50th kiss prompt ? (secret kiss) thank youuuu!!

sorry i messed up these posts! all fixed!

50: In Secret Kiss ___

“i can’t believe you’re just not going to do anything about it,” shoko muses while inspecting her fingernails.  as if there would ever be a speck of dirt underneath them, you know how clean she keeps her hands at all time.  “it’s obvious you like him.  for whatever reason” 

you have to laugh a bit at the comment.  her distaste for her own friend was amusing.  especially when you found him so… captivating.

“yeah, well,” you shrug your shoulders as you pretend to think to yourself.  “it is what it is.  he can’t really have relationships, with his status and all” 

“stupid reason” shoko mutters, dropping her hand so she could cross her arms in displeasure.

“maybe.  but you know how the elders are.  they’d only push him to marriage.  and then they’d want a baby with the limitless technique, and, well, i just don’t need all that baggage,” you admit.  “And honestly, neither does he” 

shoko scoffs before laughing.

“i’m gonna tell him you said he has baggage,” she teases.

in your pocket, your phone buzzes with a new text.

“go ahead,” you giggle back as you pull your phone.  “it’s nothing he doesn’t already know” 

shoko rolls her eyes affectionately, agreeing begrudgingly.  

“yeah, well, satoru has had baggage since birth.  there’s no changing it.  no escaping it.  that’s for sure,” she thinks aloud.  “still.  i thought you two would be good for each other.  you could bring him down to earth for a bit,” she watches as you avoid her gaze, instead typing away on your phone.  “and i’ve seen the way he looks at you.  i know he cares about you” 

that turns your attention back to her, a sweet smile on your lips as you tuck your phone away again.

“shoko you almost sound like a romantic” you tease.  she rolls her eyes, but again, you don’t see a scrap of annoyance on her features.

“i was rooting for you both.  shoot me,” she says, but you’d already known this to be true.  after all, shoko was the one who involved herself first, grabbing you by the shoulders and telling you that if you didn’t tell satoru about your feelings, then she would first.  “no really.  shoot me.  i feel like a little girl talking this much about romance.  especially one that involves satoru” 

both of your laughter fills the room, and you feel the apples of your cheeks warm with a blush from your bashfulness.

“so, should we find you a rebound? we could make it an excuse to go for drinks after work?”

“i’ve got plans tonight, actually,” you say, averting your gaze.  “but maybe this weekend?”

shoko smirks.  you were a terrible liar.  she doesn’t know why you even try, but for now she’s decided to let it slide.  you and satoru were her friends after all, and she was just happy to see you both happy.  so if you wanted to play this little game to keep unwanted attention off your backs, she’d play along.

for now, that is.  surely some day she’d have to call you both out and tease you relentlessly.  for now, watching you blush and look away from her skeptical gaze was enough entertainment.

“this weekend it is,” she agrees after a pause.  “i’m sure we’ll find many more eligible, hot men at the bar on a weekend anyways” she adds, and then just to make you sweat, says, “i have just the dress for you to borrow.  it’s going to make your boobs look great” 

you’re barely able to wince out a smile before excusing yourself back to work.  you rake your hands through your hair as you make your way back to your office where you’d abandoned your students’ ungraded tests.  now it was the last task you wanted to complete, too nervous about keeping your secret from one of your closest friends.

when you reach your office, you’re not surprised to see someone’s already sitting in your chair, and doing your work for you.

“what do you think you’re doing?” you shut the door behind you before placing your hands on your hips.

satoru grins up at you while he scrawls a 100 in massive numbers, followed by a smiley face.  as you approach the desk, you gape at the pink ink on the page.

“you’re supposed to say someone’s been sleeping in my bed!” he teases.

“you’re grading my students’ tests in pink!?” you gasp, horrified.

“you’re welcome!” satoru beams, completely mistaking your surprise for gratitude.

“satoru, they’re clearly going to know that i didn’t-” 

“Teachers help each other with their work all the time” 

“no they don’t-” 

“and now you have more time to spend with me!” he says, standing from the chair and leaning over the desk to steal a quick kiss.

it’s quicker than he expected, seeing as you pulled away after giving into temptation for only a second.

“hey-” he starts to whine, but you’re speaking over him before he can continue.

“satoru, you’re going to get us caught,” you scold.  “shoko’s already taking me out this weekend to rebound” 

“rebound?” satoru frowns.  “you’re breaking up with me already?”

you frown back at his incessant need to tease, and his own frown quickly turns into a coy grin.

“lucky for you, sweetheart, i’m impossible to rebound from!” he cheers, and leans in to steal another kiss.

“is that so?” you grumble.

“sure is,” he affirms with another kiss.  “so you can try, but you’ll never be able to get over me!” 

you sigh, but give him a small smile as he stands before you with that stupid charming grin and pretty eyes.

“that’s what i’m afraid of” you murmur.

somehow, he takes this more as a compliment than an offense.

[angellayercake]

50, given to you by an impatient, impassioned Cardinal ❤️‍🔥

Yes!! Impatient, impassioned and possessive 🔥🔥🔥🔥

50. A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.

From the 50 types of kiss prompt list (send me one😊)

His eyes burn into you across the room. One look and you know exactly what he is thinking. He is glowering so much so you are surprised that there aren’t sparks flying across the room. A lively young Bishop whose name you can’t recall had snagged your attention not long after the party had started almost at the same time as Papa and Sister Imperator had cornered your Cardinal and so all you had been able to share were heated looks across the sea of people between you. That was until the bishop had touched you. 

It happened almost in slow motion as you politely laughed at one of his ill timed jokes. His over familiar hand reached for your waist, smoothing along your curves as he smirked at you, perhaps mistakenly thinking you were impressed by him. You attempt to step away from him, create some distance before he tries to overstep further but he tightens his grip pulling you closer. You know without looking that he will have seen but you look anyway, missing the way the Bishop’s face falls at your lack of reciprocation. Before even finding him in the crowd you feel the heat of his gaze grow into a raging inferno as someone dares to touch what is his. You can’t look away as he excuses himself from the conversation stalking across the room towards you. 

The Bishop says something squeezing you and pulling your attention back to him but whatever witty quip he had been about to make is interrupted by his arrival.

‘Cardinal,’ he greets with a forced air of civility. ‘The sister and I were just discussing …’

‘Bishop,’ he cuts him off before either of you could find out what he was blathering about. ‘Did you ask the sister's permission before you touched her.’ He isn’t even bothering to look at him just keeping you ensnared in his gaze.  Finally he lets you go, stepping back as he senses the tension between you. 

‘I’m sorry Cardinal, Sister.’ He leaves but he could have stayed for all the thought you give him. He steps towards you but you take a step back. You couldn’t say if you were fearful of him or trying to rile him up further, knowing already what delights could be in store for you if you succeed.

‘Sister,’ he says, his voice low and dangerous as you allow him to back you into the closest dark corner. 

‘Yes Cardinal?’ You won’t be able to keep the coy act up for long but you will try. 

‘Do I have to remind you who you belong to?’ You swallow thickly so close to losing what little composure you have.

‘Of course not Cardinal.’ Your back hits the wall and a thrill of anticipation and fear runs through you. You are trapped and there is only one right answer to his question. ‘I belong to you, of course.’ He is right before you now blocking you in, reaching forward to place a gloved hand against the wall either side of your head and preventing you from even attempting to look away from him. 

‘Perhaps it is everyone else who needs a reminder then,’ he growls low so you have to lean impossibly closer just to hear. Before you can react he crashes his lips against yours, the kiss searing with all the heat that had been building up to this moment. You are powerless against him, only able to grip the front of his suit to keep you somewhat grounded. As quick as it starts it is over both of you panting into each other as you try to catch your breath. 

He traces your smudged lipstick trailing his leather clad fingers across your cheek and down your neck, sliding down the strap of your dress as he reaches your shoulder. He follows the same path with his lips softly at first but by the time he reaches your neck his fire has returned and he is sucking your delicate skin harshly until it glows red, worrying it further with his teeth before soothing with his tongue over and over until no one could dispute his ownership of you. Abruptly he pulls away, surveying the mess he has made of you with a smug smile as he slides your strap back into place. 

‘I think anyone would think twice before touching you now Sister.’ He steps back leaving you panting against the wall as he straightens his suit. ‘I will see you later si?’ And then he disappears back into the party with a final heated glance over his shoulder. You could not wait to see what later would bring.

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 8

it’s hard to figure out where you fit in. 

it’s not so easy for me to make friends. i’m not cool like you.

you’re making it really hard for me to be mad at you right now.

it was my fault. i made a mess of it.

something dreadful is about to happen.

high school is the best your life was ever going to get.

you’re gonna leave here thinking that you need to worry about me, but you’re wrong.

we did so much fucked up shit out there. and yeah, maybe it was to survive. maybe. but i don’t think we deserved to.

if you’re done crying, i can tell you some stories.

you sound like you’re about to snap someone in half with that tongue of yours. 

what are you saying, i’m not innocent?

i don’t want to be something you have to learn to live with.

you know me. i don’t always listen.

you are my ghost story.

i know you don’t think you’re strong enough, but that’s not true.

it’s family. there’s always an explosion. 

someone like you, you seem serious. i’m not sure i’m ready for serious.

understand that i love you, but i will not be waiting up for you.

i spent a long time feeling like i wasn’t enough, and i don’t want to do that anymore.

what about you and me against the world? you and me in the world.

you think i’m lonely?

your job is cooler than mine.

stop smiling, i’m kicking your ass.

i’m chasing ghosts. long story.

you’re itching for a fight.

your neck, it’s bleeding.

there’s “packing away” and there’s “throwing away.”

this is what i get for disobeying your orders.

do you wanna die? answer me. do you wanna die?

you can’t put all your feelings in a box.

we’re actually back on the same side.

if what matters to you most is how other people see you, then you haven’t learned a damn thing.

you think pain is weakness?

why are you worried about a lack of trauma?

we're finally hot, at least according to me.

with them, it’s always two steps forward, then get stabbed in the back.

i crack myself open for 50 minutes, walk out feeling like i was hit by a bus.

i kissed someone. or, they kissed me.

i don’t want to keep on making the same mistakes.

you’re family. it’s what we do. we look out for each other.

are you going to come back?

i don’t have anywhere else to go. you made sure of that.

you were worth the wait.

i guess now i know all your secrets. 

don’t make it weird. i love you.

i’d hate for things to get messy again.

talk about your dumb luck.

it doesn’t matter. you always come first.

why is it your job to take those risks?

i’m saying, i love you. and i want you to quit. 

it was a big deal to me. you saved my life.

the truth is worth everything.

don’t settle for being half of anything. go out there and do something that allows you to be 100% you.

people go away. i don’t want to miss anyone else.

people go away. and it’s sad and it hurts. but you know, not everyone goes away forever. sometimes they come back.

i know what it’s like to be stuck inside the worst part of your life.

no offense, but you’re never the one getting left behind. you’re the one who leaves.

now it’s time for me to figure out who i am without you.

you are like, out of control. 

you know i’m really in love with you, right?

if today can be a good day, maybe tomorrow can, too. 

i already feel like a fool. i don’t need the rest of the world to know the joke.

everyone wants to save the world, they just disagree on how.

i wonder if anyone survived.

i’m not usually the “take it easy” type.

do you ever want something good to happen? a really good thing?

there are no answers here.

your type is losers.

one nightmare isn’t necessarily a reason for concern.

that’s not why i came. i’m only here for you, in case you needed me.

i have walked through fire every single day of my life because of you.

you're so hot when you talk shit like that.

it’s all a goddamn prison anyway.

you want a natural disaster? look no further than my life.

i haven’t felt it in years, and it feels wonderful. but it also feels fucking terrifying.

if i’m repressing things i don’t know about, i’m very okay with never figuring it out.

you should be ashamed.

i love you. and as long as i know you feel the same, i can say it enough for the both of us.

i feel a lot of things when i’m with you. happy, safe, a million other things that i can’t explain right now. but i do feel all of that for you.

i’m not pushing anyone away. i’m taking steps back.

home isn’t a place, it’s a people.

all you’ve got out there is your instincts.

love me anyway.

i don’t think good things are gonna happen to me anymore.

sometimes the hardest part is going home by yourself, being alone with all that quiet.

if it’s meant to be, they’ll find their way home.

no one gets under their daughter’s skin like a mom.

i’m not ashamed. i’m glad i’m alive, just like you are.

you’re a good person. you really don’t belong in this place.

life isn’t a science experiment. you can’t control your world forever.

do you ever get tired of winning? or being the fucking worst?

you two together, you are unstoppable.

so who’s gonna die today? you? or me?

hey, you’re back. are you back…?

i know you’re afraid of people leaving you.

i’m afraid that i’m never going to feel normal again.

[ladytauria]

4 and 50 for kisses! Jaytimkon or some combo of?? And here! for luck! a kiss on your hand for you my friend!

🥰 thank you, leo <3333

i changed up one of the prompts a little~ mostly just the order tho. uwu i hope you like this!

>> AO3 <<

Jason hums absently to himself—his own, unique melody, blending the song his mother used to sing while doing dishes with the one Alfred hums, occasionally,  in the kitchen, or whistles in the garden. Sauce bubbles in front of him. The scent of it tickles his nose, making his stomach gurgle inaudibly. He lifts the spoon to his mouth, tasting.

Hm.

Needs more spice.

He sets the spoon aside. Tim is perched on the counter, right in front of the spice cabinet. Jason arches a brow at him. “You plannin’ on movin’?”

He gets a small, cheeky smile. “No.”

Jason rolls his eyes—the effect ruined by the way his lips twitch—and steps between the spread of Tim’s knees, reaching around him. Tim moves his head just enough to let Jason open the cabinet door, shifting back into place as Jason rises up, one hand on Tim’s hip.

Their lips brush in a brief, fleeting kiss; breath mingling.

Jason finds what he’s looking for through memory alone. It’s not hard. He has a strict organization system for his spices, to his boyfriends’ endless amusement.

As soon as he lowers, he sets the cayenne aside in favor of splaying both hands on Tim’s sides, nudging Tim’s head back with his nose before kissing him again, on purpose this time. Tim’s hands bunch into the front of his apron—a silly, frilly thing Kon bought him as a joke but which has become one of Jason’s favorites. It pulls taut around Jason’s neck, the pressure making him melt, fingers tangling in Tim’s shirt.

Kon enters the kitchen. Jason is aware of it, distantly, his hind brain picking up on the distinctive sound of his step but categorizing it as a non-threat. Neither he nor Tim acknowledge it—not until Jason starts, a little, as Kon presses up against his back, strong arms locking around his waist.

He melts again immediately, sighing into Tim’s mouth as Kon kisses up the column of his neck, and as much of his jaw as he can reach.

Tim is the one to break away. Jason is breathless, a little weak in the knees, the solid press of a boyfriend on either side of him feeling like all that’s keeping him upright. Kon presses one more kiss behind his ear—and then he presses tighter against Jason’s back, pushing him further into Tim’s chest. Kon kisses Tim over his shoulder.

It’s a gorgeous sight.

They kiss lazily, like they’ve got all night; like Jason isn’t sandwiched between them. It’s— There's something… Jason doesn’t know if he can call it hot, because honestly, he thinks he’d be perfectly happy if it didn’t turn sexual at all, but—

There’s something appealing about that, about the idea of being held between them for hours, as they trade slow, lazy kisses over his head.

A thought to indulge later, maybe. If he finds the courage to ask for it.

When Kon and Tim finally break apart, Jason finds himself pulled into another kiss—this time by Kon, his torso twisting to make it easier.  He’s got one hand fisted in Tim’s shirt—the other in Kon’s.

Tim is the one to kiss his neck, now, and everywhere else he can reach.

It’s overwhelming in the best of ways. Kon pulls away—and then there’s Tim again, stealing what little breath he has left.

Kon bites into his shoulder, worrying a mark there. Jason moans embarrassingly loud against Tim’s mouth. Tim grins, slipping his hands behind the apron and under Jason’s shirt to toy with the curls on his belly.

Jason’s head spins, dizzy with desire and the sweet, heady feeling of being loved. He sinks into it, into them—

A loud hiss breaks the reverie; all three of them tensing at the sudden sound. He flinches away from Tim, jerking his head toward the sound so quickly he hears his neck crack.

His sauce is splattering; droplets hissing and burning on the stove.

Jason swears. Fuck. He forgot about the sauce!

[ 50 Types of Kisses ]

[gaybitchfx]

✰Smut Prompts✰

✰- I was really really bored and so here I am writing prompts ✨.

✰- Yes you can ask for more than one prompt I honestly don’t mind.

✰- When requesting prompts be as specific as you can please. Especially with what kind of reader you want.

✰- The ones that are crossed out are the ones that were requested btw

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.”

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. “Never tease me like that again.”

32. “I'm bored. Wanna play?”

33. “I want to kiss you everywhere.”

34. “Can I touch you?”

35. “Touch me and you lose.”

36. “You look beautiful. But I'm afraid you'd look more gorgeous with that dress off you.”

37. “You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

38. “I want you so bad...”

39. “Baby, I cant-..please...”

40. “I can't help but have such thoughts when you look like that.”

41. “You know, you make me feel so horny.”

42. “You make such pretty sounds, my love.”

43. “How do you feel?”

44. “Tell me how it feels. It doesn't hurt does it?”

45. “Are...you ok? Is this pace good enough?”

46. “I'm gonna do the type of things that happen in your dreams, ‘Kay?”

47. “Mmm, so beautiful...”

48. “I can't help but wonder how your cute face would look when I finally touch you.”

49. “You know, how about a little fun before we go to bed?”

50. “You're more than just a fling,my love.”

51. “Does doing these kind of things make us friends with benefits?”

52. “Just friends?! Do your friends make you feel hot and bothered like this? Do they make you moan like this?!”

53. “I love your body, babe. Everything you hate about it is what drives me crazy.”

54. “I'd love to love you all night, my love.”

55. “I love how excited you are.”

56. “Right now, I'd love your kisses on anywhere but my lips.”

57. “Why can't I get enough of you?”

58. “I love seeing you so flustered.”

59. “You're safe with me. You know I'd never hurt you, darling.”

60. “You're so cute when you're nervous.”

61. “But babe, I want to play with you~”

62. “See what a mess you've made me?”

63. “I need you...”

64. “You like it when I touch you?”

65. “I want to make love to you.”

66. “It looks like you're ready for me.”

67. “I can't help but to be turned on by the sight of you.”

68. “You don't have to be so shy around me, you know?”

69. “Tell me how much do you want me.”

70. “Don't tempt me.”

71. “I'm gonna do something a little different, but I know you're gonna love it.”

72. “You have been waiting long for this, haven't you?”

73. “Did I tell you to touch?”

74. “I'm going to mark all the parts I love to show you how beautiful you are.”

75. “I will never get tired of holding you.”

76. “Would you like to do it again?”

77. “Why can't I get enough of you?”

78. “We could... do it.”

79. “I want to make you feel so good, babe.”

80. “You're so beautiful...so so beautiful...”

81. “Come here.”

82. “What if I told you I wanted you, right here. Right now?”

83. “I'm always in the mood to play.”

84. “You're mine , understand?”

85. “You know exactly what I want.”

86. “I love it when you're like this.”

87. “Don't mind me, just enjoying the view.”

88. “Why are you covering up? I have already seen everything.”

89. “Let me show you how much I care about you.”

90. “I've never done this before so I'm afraid you have to guide me.”

91. “You're so adorable. Aww, don't hide your face sweetheart.”

92. “want you to touch me…please.”

93. “It's not going to hurt, is it?”

94. “Wet already? I see you're so eager, hm?”

95. “Seriously, when are you never horny?”

96. “Kneel.”

97. “Stop the teasing, please...”

98. “Are you perhaps a..virgin?”

99. “No,I'm supposed to make you feel good.”

100. “Don't you wanna feel good, baby?”

101. “It feels good doesn’t it?”

102. “Scream for me, babe.”

103. “I wanna fuck you full of my kids..”

104. “Don’t be shy..touch it.”

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

hello hello hello

i have a prompt !!! please write this please please please i will forever be grateful if you do

magnus casually letting alec know that he does hand modelling?? WHILE ALEC IS PLAYING WITH HIS HANDS/RINGS...(he also makes A LOT doing that. cause like the mundanes appreciate our prince very much) ok thankyou bye😭

Alec is lying with his head on Magnus’s thigh and playing with the rings adoring his fingers, as his boyfriend gently massages his hair with his other hand.

The Bachelor is playing on the tv and it’s been long since Alec has stopped pretending that he isn’t very much into trash TV.

“Which one are you rooting for?” Magnus asks after a while.

“No one.”

The warlock gives him a look and Alec sighs, “The brunette with the weird accent.”

Magnus chuckles at that and continues running his fingers through Alec’s hair, making his sigh contentedly.

“You just want to watch the world burn with those two together?”

Alec just shrugs because why not.

“Hey?” He speaks not two minutes later and Magnus has amusement written all over his face before he can’t even get the words out.

“You and your sweet tooth, darling,” he snaps his fingers and a butterscotch sundae appears in his hands and he passes it to Alec.

“Did you—?”

Magnus rolls his eyes and Alec takes that as an answer.

Magnus paid.

Alec shifts himself upwards and starts digging into the ice cream, feeding every alternate bite to Magnus.

He’s too focused on the absurdity that’s being showcased on the screen that he turns too much while feeding Magnus and a spoonful of it falls into Magnus’s hand.

“Sorry,” Alec swears as he brings Magnus’s hands up to his mouth and licks off the ice cream off his fingers.

Magnus scrunches his nose, “that’s gross, love.”

Alec shrugs and keeps playing with Magnus’s fingers, “let’s not pretend like I haven’t licked off far worse things from your body. Don’t go all modest on me, now.”

His boyfriend snorts at that and smacks his shoulders gently, “What happened to the sweet boy who was dying of nervousness the first time I kissed him.”

“Evolution, baby,” he smirks. “Regardless. You have gorgeous hands and I don’t mind. You should try hand modelling or something.”

Magnus chuckles as he focuses back on the screen, “I do.”

Alec hums and turns his head back towards the screen. It takes him another few minutes before the words register, “You what?”

Magnus raises an eyebrow at him. “What?”

“What did you just say?”

“I said that Chrissy is being a real pain in the ass and I think she’s about to get eliminated.”

Alec groans.

“Before that?”

“Before what?”

“When I asked about the hand modelling thing?”

Magnus’s eyes gleam in recognition, “Oh. I said ‘I do’.”

“You do what?”

“I do hand modelling sometimes.”

Alec raises himself up from the couch and flails his hands across, “And how did I not know about this?”

Magnus has a small grin on his face as he replies, “Sweetheart, I am a 400 years old warlock and have like 50 different types of businesses. You couldn’t possibly expect me to keep track of all of them.”

What Magnus said makes sense but Alec still can’t believe it.

How did he not know about this?

What else does he not know about Magnus?

Does he do some other modelling too?

“But why?”

“Why what?”

“You have so many sources to earn money? Why do you need to do this?”

He doesn’t mean to come off as brass as he does but he can’t find the words.

“Do this mean?”

Alec groans loudly because he doesn’t want to use the word but Magnus is not getting it or he’s purposely being difficult.

“This,” Alec says pointing to his boyfriend, from top to bottom.

Magnus continues to not get it and Alec sees right through him.

He throws his arms up the air in frustration and replies, “You know what I’m talking about. Why do you need to use your body to earn money?”

Magnus looks affronted at that, “Alec, it’s just hand modelling. I’m not selling my body for money, not that there’s any problem with that. If I choose to, I get to use my body for money.”

What the actual fuck?

He knows it’s just hand modelling but his brain will not stop.

Where does it start?

Where does it stop?

“What are you even saying?”

Magnus sighs, “Okay, that was a little too far. Alec, I don’t understand why this is such a big deal.”

Alec wants to scream because he doesn’t understand either.

It’s just fucking hand modelling—why is it bothering him so much.

“I—I don’t know.”

Magnus gives him a small smile and lets out a hand for Alec to take, and he does instantly—needing the assurance of a touch.

“I do it because I like it. I have pretty hands and the mundane world really has a huge business revolving jewellery and other accessories. It’s easy business. And you know I love jewellery.”

Alec chuckles softly at that.

“You sure do.”

“Can you tell me why it’s bothering you?”

He pauses for a second.

He’s not really bothered by it.

Okay, maybe he was for a second but it’s just the initial reaction.

Initial jealously.

The thought that someone else gets to see Magnus’s body so closely.

It’s a stupid thoughts but most thoughts are like that.

“I don’t know. It’s not—it’s not really bothering me. I was just caught off guard.”

Magnus hums at that.

“And you don’t just have pretty hands,” Alec looks into Magnus’s eyes and speaks. “You have a pretty everything.”

His boyfriend’s eyes soften at the words. Magnus cradles his face in his hands and pulls him in for a soft kiss, “You are too sweet, my Alexander.”

“Can I see it?”

“See what?”

“Your modelling photos?”

Magnus blinks, “You want to see them?”

Alec shrugs. “Hmmm.”

“Okay.”

Magnus pulls up his phone and opens up Instagram. He types the name of a few pages and passes it to Alec.

Alec looks at the pictures for a very long time, finding it impossible to take his eyes off the photos.

Fuck. Magnus is gorgeous.

And sure, the pictures are of his hands only but regardless.

“They are beautiful,” he breathes.

Magnus blushes softly and tries to take back the phone but Alec refuses.

“I’m watching.”

Magnus rolls his eyes. He waves his hands infront of Alec and speaks, “You have the real thing right infront of you. You don’t need to stalk my hands on Instagram, Alexander.”

Alec hides a smirk and shoves off Magnus’s hands from his face. “Are you sure these are yours?”

“Alexander Gideon Lightwood!”

[mimisempai]

Mine

Summary

When the florist attends his first Whickber Street shopkeepers' meeting, he discovers that the bookseller can be a bit possessive. Not that he minds.

Notes

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Kiss #15: A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick

On Ao3

Rating T -  980 words

Aziraphale listened politely to Mr. Brown's self-congratulatory monologue, wishing only to join Crowley at the other end of the room. He forced himself to maintain a dignified demeanor, but couldn't help but cast murderous glances in the direction of the man who was chatting with Crowley in a manner he found far too friendly.

Until he couldn't contain himself any longer. 

He politely apologized to his interlocutor, pretending to need to speak to someone else, before moving toward the two men.

Crowley obviously saw him approach and couldn't keep a small smile from forming on his lips in Aziraphale's direction. Apparently, his interlocutor took this as an attempt at rapprochement, for he moved even closer to Crowley, placing a hand on his forearm.

Aziraphale joined them in three steps and, ignoring the other man, said to Crowley in his most charming tone, "Sorry to keep you waiting, my dear."

The other man exclaimed excitedly, "Ah, you're just in time, Mr. Fell, I was about to..."

"Remove your hand from my partner's arm at once, I presume," the bookseller continued with a calm demeanor and a fake friendly smile on his lips.

The man, looking puzzled, exclaimed, "What?

Aziraphale, still with the same smile on his lips, repeated between clenched teeth, "Remove your hand from my partner immediately."

The other 'man finally understood and quickly removed his hand before stammering, "Uh... I'm sorry.... I'm going... Have a nice evening."

Aziraphale followed him with a murderous stare for a few moments until the man was out of sight, when a slight chuckle caused him to turn to Crowley, who shook his head.

The bookseller raised an eyebrow, "What?"

The florist replied, still smiling, "Oh nothing, he's the new owner of the newsagent's and you really scared the poor man when all he wanted to do was talk to you. So much so that I'm the one who could have been jealous."

Aziraphale grumbled with a frown, "That's not what I saw."

Crowley put his hand on his arm and whispered so only Aziraphale could hear, "I don't blame you. Besides, you're really hot when you get possessive like that. "

Aziraphale put an arm around Crowley's waist to pull him closer and kissed his cheek gently before whispering in his ear, "Of course I get possessive when I see someone trying to take what's mine."

Crowley chuckled softly before he brought his lips close to Aziraphale's ear and replied, "For someone to steal me from you, I'd have to let them. Which isn't going to happen. "

Aziraphale didn't know if it was the whisper in his ear, Crowley's words, or both that made him shudder the most, but he decided that the shopkeepers' meeting was over for tonight.

He replied to Crowley, "Let's get our coats and go."

Crowley countered, "But this is my first shopkeepers' meeting, do you think I..."

Aziraphale shook his head, "Crowley, everyone is full of praise for you and your flower shop, so unless you want me to do something indecent in the middle of this room - which would be far more damaging to your reputation - we'll go now."

Crowley laughed lightly and took Aziraphale's hand as they made their way to the coat rack under the envious gaze of the man who had just spoken to Crowley. He realized then that he'd never had a chance with either of them. As he watched the florist help the bookseller into his coat with gestures that conveyed deep intimacy, he sighed in disappointment and went to get another drink.

Moments later, Aziraphale and Crowley walked through the bookshop door together, and no sooner had it closed than the bookseller pulled the florist toward him, pressing him against one of the columns in the center of the bookshop before capturing his lips in a fierce kiss that caught Crowley off guard.

But despite the surprise, the florist was quick to return the kiss with equal intensity as Aziraphale ran his fingers through the red hair, unraveling the bun as he pulled the florist's face even closer to deepen the kiss.

Later, when they parted slightly to catch their breath, Crowley, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, managed to say between gasps, "Hmm, I think I'll make you jealous more often if it means being kissed like this."

He didn't have time to finish before the bookseller had crushed his lips to his again for another passionate kiss. The kiss lasted until Aziraphale finally broke it, moving to pull away. But the florist would have none of it, and playfully took the bookseller's lower lip between his teeth, biting it before releasing it slowly, soothing the bite with a soft flick of his tongue.

Then they remained entwined in the middle of the bookshop for many minutes, forehead to forehead, panting until they caught their breath.

Then Crowley lifted his hand and gently stroked his thumb across Aziraphale's lips where he'd bitten and said softly, "You know you have no reason to be jealous. I'm yours, body and soul, and the one who could separate us is not yet born."

Aziraphale kissed Crowley's thumb on his lips before he replied softly, "I don't know what came over me, but seeing him put his hand on you like that. I'm... I'm sorry..."

Crowley shook his head, "Don't be. I'll be honest, I don't think I would have acted any differently if the situation were reversed."

Aziraphale replied, "Then just in case, know that I am too. Yours. Body and soul."

Crowley smiled, then slid his hand from the bookseller's cheek to the nape of his neck before leaning in to press his lips to Aziraphale's in a kiss that was devoid of the fierceness of the previous ones, but whose passion was the same, and in which each told the other, better than with words, that they belonged to each other.

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10 of the 50 kisses prompts as well for Sweetjane x Ripper. Hier sind kekse.

Fleeting

→ Word Count: 1564 → Warnings: Minor mention of cancer; a fleeting moment in reference to when they found out about the pregnancy → Characters: Ripper, Sweetjane, Crow, Arsenic → [50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompt] A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it. Yes, I sat on this for a very long time, I know. Writing bug just really didn't wanna find me until recently.

One thing that Ripper had never occurred would happen in his married life was that everything just fell into a rhythm. Sure, they spiced up their days as much as they could, but the formula was always the same; getting up around the same time in the morning, heading to breakfast. Ripper went to do work on The Slog and Sweetjane had found her own means to preoccupy herself; mostly vending through a good portion of the day. They’d meet back up for lunch, sometimes go back to what they were doing, though mostly decided to spend the rest of the day with each other and the kids until dinner. Amy essentially made it a tradition for everybody to play Blast Radius before bed. Then, the duo would head to bed themselves, partaking in their company before going to bed. Day in, day out.

He wouldn’t trade it for the world, however. Sometimes, he’d find little ways here and there to mix things up; take time away from working on The Slog to take his family out to the gazebo he’d built just further up the river and have small family outings there. He loved taking Sweetjane to the library as well once it had been cleared out. Anything he could do to prevent his married life from being exactly the same every single day.

And, of course, that spice of change definitely happened when Sweetjane found herself pregnant. He knew Sweetjane was just as equally worried about it as he was; he was supposed to be sterile. Everybody assured him that no raids had happened where something horrible had happened to one of the whole two humans who, for the most part, lived in The Slog. She assured him that nothing happened to her either on days where she’d take short trips out to scavenge for things to add to The Slog’s stockpiles. Bad thoughts did nag at him, but he knew he had to trust his wife. Trust his friends. His family.

Despite his own worries, they did slowly melt away once he’d started noticing her belly growing more. Any concerns that maybe that doctor in Vault 81 was wrong and that it was some sort of cancer all became a distant memory. The signs were a lot more obvious now; feeling almost stupid that he’d worried it was even that. He knew the difference between cancer and pregnancy… but it being his wife made his worries override his rationality. He wanted to kick himself for ever thinking otherwise.

Hell, everyone at The Slog seemed excited for the eventual new arrival. Outside of the fact that something like this didn’t seem like it would ever happen (not unless a traveler was due that day); it seemed like most people were excited that it was (what they were perceiving to be) a ghoul’s child. Everybody made sure to keep an eye on Sweetjane, wanting to make sure she was taking it easy on herself. Ripper was especially cautious, having known about Tulip.

It’d been about four and a half months into her pregnancy at that point; just after breakfast. Everyone but Crow, Sweetjane, and Ripper had gone to work and it hadn’t seemed like they were going to any time soon. Cody had taken Amy to the gazebo, wanting to spend some time with his sister and talk to her about everything that was going on.

Crow and Sweetjane seemed to be in their own conversation, the ghoul asking a bunch of questions about just about everything, genuine curiosity reflecting in their voice. Arsenic placed a cup of mutfruit tea that had been sweetened with a simple tarberry syrup in front of Sweetjane before leaning against the counter, “Seems like ya lost your wife for a while.”

“I love that they’re bonding over this,” Ripper hummed, “Especially to see Crow so talkative.”

“’S big news, don’t matter how long since ya came out with it.”

Ripper saw the smirk perk on the good side of Arsenic’s lip, him immediately shutting it down, “No, we’re not doing bets on anything. No gender stuff, no guesses on if there’s more than one, nothin’. This is my first kid in… shit… two-hundred and twenty four years? Think that’s how old Amy technically is?”

“Two-hundred twenty five,” Sweetjane returned, looking back at the two, “An’ ‘e’s right, ain’t lettin’ nobody bet on me. I jus’ wan’ ‘em ta be happy an’ healthy.”

“Well, ya don’t gotta worry about the healthy part while, they’re still growin’,” Ripper hummed, “You’re gettin' th’ best food in Th’ Commonwealth right now an’ your married t’ a doctor.”

“’At hasn’t bin in practice fer how may yea’s?” she teased. She watched Ripper shift slightly, glancing away in knowing she was right. She took a sip of her tea, “’M teasin’ ya.”

He hummed in response, wrapping his arms around her waist, hands gently weaved over her belly, “I know… You are right though. In fact… should probably head off t’ get back int’ some practice. Maybe do a little scavving, see if’n I can’t find stuff t’ make medicine with. Be handy t’ have ‘round th’ settlement.”

“Never thought I’d hear you say you were gonna make natural stuff,” Crow returned, “Mister ‘just take the acetaminophen and stop with the caffeine’ whenever I was having my monthly issues.”

“Never said I didn’t like natural remedies. But all ya did was drink coffee. Didn’t help your cramps, did it?” he focused his attention back on Sweetjane, “Ya gonna man th’ stall t’day or get some rest?”

“Dunno,” she hummed, “Kinda wanna sit fer a bit; feet hurts t’day.”

Ripper pulled a hand away from her belly, lightly pushing along her jawline to give her a short kiss, “Go elevate your legs when you’re done with your tea, alright? I’ll bring ya some lunch when it’s time. I’m gonna get t’ work. Love ya.”

He walked away without another word, Sweetjane swinging back to continue her conversation with Arsenic and Crow. She saw the two, glance at each other for a moment before giving her amused smirks. Her brow perked, confused at the looks, “What?”

Neither spoke, though she could see Arsenic stifle a laugh. She repeated, her accent coming out stronger in the more forceful tone, “What?”

“Think ya finally hit th’ last stage of ‘newly wed’ life,” Arsenic mused, going to start the wash.

“Yeh an’? ‘S bin a yea’ since we got married,” she noted, “Don’t tink we’ve been ‘new’ fer a while.”

“Sweetjane, you realize that you guys just nonchalantly kissed and then went on like nothing happened, right? You don’t normally do that,” Crow added in, tapping a finger against the counter, “Like, you guys are very pro-PDA, but it’s always… shit, I don’t wanna use the word deliberate.”

“Ya know who’s around ya,” Arsenic nodded.

She sat in her stool for a moment, tucking her feet back against the bottom rungs. They had just done that, didn’t they? And neither one of them addressed it. Even after they’d finally announced her pregnancy, the duo were actually fairly careful in how they interacted, especially around these two; Ripper having mentioned that they’d had discussion involving the exact situation they were going through. She watched Arsenic pull away from the conversation, going to clean the dishes from the morning meal.

A hand was light on her forearm, Crow’s voice soft, “Hey, don’t think too much about it, alright? You guys are golden. Act like a married couple. Do married couple things. That’s what it’s all about, right? What it should be about. I always thought it was strange I never really saw you guys do stuff like that.”

Crow pushed up from their stool, going around the counter, “Go lay down. Elevate your feet. I remember my mom went through the feet swelling thing real bad with my siblings. Think me an’ Deirdre can handle the stalls today. You can take the tea with you.”

Sweetjane nodded, carefully taking the tea cup and heading back to her house. She wondered if Ripper had realized that he’d done that.

***

“Knock knock, ya awake?” Ripper lightly pushed open the door to the bedroom, finding his wife had been sitting up in bed, reading. Her legs were propped up onto a few pillows and he couldn’t help but chuckle, “Feelin’ better with your feet up?”

“Yeh, ‘s goin’ down a bit,” she chuffed, marking her spot before putting the book on the side table. Ripper handed her a plate, “Just a chicken wrap with some carrots and tatos. Think ‘e said ‘e added some diced mutfruit for some sweetness.”

“Thank ya,” she smiled up at him. God, that smile of hers always made his spirits soar. He felt so lucky to have her, didn’t matter how long it was. He shifted on the bed slightly, clearing his throat, “Hey, uh… Did I kiss you this morning?”

She nodded, “Ya did. Crow an’ Arsen were teasin’ somethin’ fierce after.”

“Well, shit… I didn’t even realize I did till I got all settled in t’ work an’ it hit me like a tonna bricks.”

“Yeh, Crow said it was weird we nevah did ‘at b’fore.”

“Felt pretty natural… dinnit?”

This garnered a nod, her going to eat her food. Ripper gave a chuckle, “Suppose we’ll just have t’ start lettin’ it happen then… huh?”

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10. A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it - with terzo please!

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From the 50 types of kiss prompt list (send me one)

It was just how he was. So open, friendly and warm and that always manifested itself in how he greeted people. Whether it was a friend or acquaintance, new or old, family or a sibling he would embrace them. Envelop them in his open arms, kisses pressed the back of hands or to each cheek as is the Italian custom. You watch this greeting ritual over and over again, people coming and going from meetings and gatherings. All got to feel that token of his open affection.

 For you though it was always a kiss to the forehead. Always last thing in the evening as he dismissed you with his thanks. He would rest his hands on your shoulders and pressing his surprisingly soft lips to you before stepping away. It had taken you by surprise at first not that he was trying to kiss you, that you had been told to expect. No it was the chaste soft way he went about it as if he knew no other way to show you his appreciation. A kiss and a smile and then a faint smudge of his paint visible still when you looked in the mirror upon returning to your rooms. It has become your routine, the two of you which all gets disrupted by the announcement of the upcoming tour. There is so much to organise you both end up working late into the night, his rehearsals with the ghouls and all the extra administration you must complete eating into your usual day to day tasks, your meal times and often into your evenings. No matter what though he always sent you off with a soft press of his lips and a soft dismissal. 

You’re sitting at your desk finalising the last arrangements the day before he was due to leave. The long days and nights spent together making sure every detail is perfect have paid off almost everything having been accounted for and although you are pleased that your frantic work has come to an end a part of you feels sad that it also means an end to spending your every waking moment with him. The work had taken a toll on him as well, you think as you glance towards his desk. He was visibly stressed, his hair falling into his face, mussed by his continuous fussing fingers fighting an unending battle to keep it out of his face. The glasses he pretends he doesn’t need to anyone other than you have smudged his paint where he keeps pushing them back up his nose. His usually pristine white gloves stained with the ink from his overly ornate fountain pen. It was bittersweet you thought as you watched him. You enjoyed spending this time with him yet it always meant he would be gone for weeks and months, your only contact irregular phone calls to relay instructions as you continued to work in his absence. The office was cold and quiet without him but for tonight at least it wasn't. With an emphatic sigh he looks up catching you in the act but he only offers you a warm smile in return. 

‘Not long left Sorella and you will have some peace from me,’ he offers with a wink. 

‘I can't say I won't appreciate catching up on sleep but it's not the same here when you are away Papa.’ If you weren’t so tired you might tease him about getting more work done but the little energy you have left only allows you to be painfully earnest. And if you hadn't made it your business to know all his expressions and tells you might have missed the slight widening of his eyes in surprise, his smile slipping away just for a moment. 

‘You miss your Papa do you?’ He almost sounds like he is teasing you but there is still an air of disbelief in his tone.

‘Of course I do. I miss your company and your direction,’ you pause wondering if you are really about to say what is on your mind. ‘But I especially miss my goodnight kiss.’ He looks at you for a moment with the same air of surprise in his face until it is broken by a loud yawn, entirely interrupting whatever it was he was going to say next. ‘You should go to bed Papa you have a long day tomorrow. I can finish up here.’ You don't want him to go but it is probably for the best. Satan knows what you might admit to with another hour's worth of exhaustion. 

‘You are good to me Sorella I think I will do this, si.’ He fixes you with one of his intense soul searching stares, just the hint of a smirk pulling at his lips. ‘There is one thing I must do before I retire though. If you are going to miss it especially.’ You feel your cheeks heat at him reminding you of your recent admission but still you lean back in your chair as he stands and stretches, waiting in anticipation for your kiss. He walks towards you slowly rubbing at his lower back but still smiling as he stands before you.

‘Perhaps when I return we can try a hello kiss too, si?’ You don’t answer but the smile that spreads across your face as he presses his lips to your forehead should be all the answer he needs. As he pulls away you tip your head back looking up at him while butterflies flutter in your stomach as you get caught in his gaze. He leans towards you slowly giving you plenty of opportunity to stop him but you let your eyes drop closed content just to let the moment happen. The kiss you get is as soft and sweet as any other he has given you but this time you get to give him one back.