#kiss snippet game

[kitkatt0430]

💖 and Barrisco for the kiss snippet? please please if you're okay with it :))

💖 rough kiss / hot and heavy / making out

It wasn't the first time Barry had a close call while out as the Flash. It was just... the first time it had happened since they started dating.

Cisco is antsy the entire time they're at STAR Labs. Through Caitlin checking over Barry in the infirmary and Barry's debrief with Joe so that he'd know where to find the evidence that would seal the deal, as it were, in court. Then another debrief with Iris so she could lead with the story in the morning. Cisco trying to contain himself the entire time, fussing over the Flash suit.

But of course that just makes things worse. The suit is torn and bloodied. Barry's blood.

Cisco has to take a moment before he puts the suit into the industrial washing machines that STAR Labs has that Cisco rebuilt specifically for cleaning the suits. He has to just breathe. Just breathe and try not to think about how close Barry came to... how Barry's voice sounded over the comms when he...

But, finally, they're done for the day. Barry's cleaned up and healed like it never happened, but Cisco knows.

It's all he can think about on the drive home, which Barry accepts with unusual patience... or it seems that way until Cisco glanced over to find Barry asleep on the seat.

Barry wakes up as Cisco pulled into his parking spot and he pulled up a delivery app on his phone as they got out of the car. Which is good, Barry needs more food in him than the power bar he nommed on earlier.

"Food ordered?" Cisco asked as they slipped into his apartment.

"Yeah," Barry replied, tucking his phone away in his pocket again. Which is good because he might have dropped it otherwise.

Why? Because Cisco was shoving him against the door, harder than necessary but Barry wasn't about to start complaining. Not with Cisco's mouth sealing itself to his. Demanding entry to Barry's mouth with his tongue, Cisco's hands threading into Barry's hair to yank his head down just that little bit more for a better angle.

Cisco savors every moan that bubbles up Barry's throat. Every little sound that Barry can make because he's alive, he's alive, he's so very alive.

Pulling back for a moment, just to catch his breath, Cisco dove back in, shoving himself closer to Barry, running his hands down the back of Barry's neck and then around to trail down Barry's arms before teasing their way back up. Cisco's mouth moving to trace Barry's jawline and then along his neck, savoring the taste of Barry's skin over his pulse point - fluttering so hard, so much harder than human normal, beneath Cisco's lips - before joining their mouths again.

Barry's own hands have landed on Cisco's waist and Cisco is certain to have fingerprint bruises from how hard Barry is squeezing, his whole body vibrating against Cisco's...

A loud knock and then the doorbell has them startling apart. Both of them panting hard. Cisco waved Barry off to the couch and then answered the door long enough to bring in the bags of food.

"We'll pick that back up once you've refueled," Cisco promised, once the door was shut again. Glancing over his shoulder he grinned, still feeling a bit breathless. "Sound good to you?"

"Absolutely."

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[b0nelessdoodles]

i keep thinking im gonna like actually finish these but that ain't happening so have some gay people

[adhd-coyote]

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Hello beloved Tide <3

Dealer's choice! Perfect opportunity to give my favorite Glitchy boy a smooch <3

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Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit-

Glitch was an idiot. An absolute empty-headed idiot who'd gone and gotten in over his head and now there were Imps chasing him and he didn't know these streets well enough to lose them.

He skidded into an alleyway, yelping as a blaster bolt landed next to his foot, and darted around the next corner, the sound of heavy footfalls not far behind. If he could just find something to duck and hide behind-

An arm shot out from a shadowed corner and dragged him down. Glitch thrashed and kicked, heart pounding, but whoever'd caught him was too strong. Arms wrapped tight around him, a hand pressed over his mouth, and a voice murmured, low and gravelly, "Easy there, vod. I gotcha."

Glitch froze. He recognized that voice. Not the person it belonged to, but- that was a vod.

"There ya go. I'm gonna remove my hand and you're gonna stay dead silent, 'less you want the Imps takin' us both in."

Glitch nodded to show he understood. The hand left his face and as he gasped as quietly as he could, trying to catch his breath. He snapped his mouth back shut at the sound of storm troopers racing past, hand twitching for his blaster. The vod kept a tight hold on him, and only relaxed his hold once the sound of footsteps and shouted orders faded.

Glitch sighed as all of the tension melted away in a rush, leaving his limbs heavy with exhaustion. "Thanks."

"You're welcome. You injured?"

"Just some bruises." Glitch shifted and turned to face him. "I-" "Quiet." The vod's arm tightened around him again, pulling him closer as another set of footsteps passed the alley. Not a storm trooper, the gait was too slow. Just a civilian.

They both relaxed again. Glitch tilted his head up, trying to get a better look at the vod. He did not get a better look. He didn't look at all, in fact, because their faces were a lot closer than he thought and when he tilted his head up, his lips brushed his rescuer's, and suddenly there was not a single thought left in his brain.

"I- I- uh, sorry, I didn't mean-"

The vod's lips, chapped and warm, crooked into a smirk as Glitch quickly pulled back. "Forward of you. I don't even know your name, vod."

"Uh- Glitch. It's Glitch."

"Glitch." He tilted his head, that amused smirk still playing across his lips. "I'm Sev. You need a ride off this skughole?"

Glitch almost collapsed in relief. "Yes, please."

"Thought so. Let's go."

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I saw one (1) snippet of these two on ao3 and it changed my brain chemistry <3

Kiss ask game

[siravalondulac]

Catelyn's fingers bled and burned, yet she refused to lay down the wreath for even a moment. If she did, perhaps the doubt would return, or the sense of guilt, or the Stranger-

No, best deal with this pain, lest another took hold of her.

She laid a hand before Bran's nose to check if he was still breathing. Due to the layers of furs she had wrapped him up in, it was impossible to see whether his chest was moving, so her paranoia forced her to check like this at least thrice an hour.

Still alive.

If this could even be called living anymore.

Footsteps echoed down the hallway, and not a moment later Queen Cersei stepped through the door and into the chambers.

As quickly as Catelyn was able to in her exhausted state, she rose from her chair by the bed, and attempted to curtsy.

“Please,” the queen said, motioning for her to stop.

She nervously traced her skirt. “I would have dressed, your grace.”

“This is your home, I am your guest.”

Catelyn carefully sat down again, prepared to stand up should the other woman take offense. She did not, merely stepping closer to the foot of the bed.

“Handsome one, isn't he?” the queen said after considering Bran's sleeping form. “My eldest used to love climbing just as much as him. I am certain they would have gotten along quite well.”

Catelyn was confused for a moment - Prince Joffrey liked climbing? - but then she remembered.

Queen Cersei had once had another child, one that had not accompanied the royal family to Winterfell because she had disappeared a decade ago. The Wayward Princess she had once heard a singer refer to the girl. A jape in poor taste, Catelyn had found, yet had not dared say a word.

Cerelle, the girl had been called.

“I still remember the night she was born.” The queen gripped the blanket around her shoulders as if it were a life-line. “The court had visited Casterly Rock for a wedding, but our path back to King's Landing was blocked by a terrible snow storm that forced us to seek refuge in the castle of Deep Den. My contractions started on the seventh day of this nightmare. The room was so terribly cold. No matter how much the fire raged in the hearth, no matter how many cloths were stuffed into the holes and creases of the walls, it remained freezing.

“When she was finally out, she did not scream. She barely moved at all, and the maester told me she would not survive the night. That it would be best if I said my goodbyes now, and handed her over to someone else so I did not have to see her die.

“I refused. Of course I did, what mother would hand over her first child willingly? I held her throughout the night, bundled up in as many blankets I could find, and never once took my eyes off her. Once dawn came, and the storm had disappeared, she was still there. My beautiful little girl had survived against all odds.”

Catelyn could do naught but stare as the queen wiped the tears from her eyes, then pulled the blanket tight around her shoulders once more.

“She is still out there,” Queen Cersei continued. “And just as my daughter has survived, your son will as well. Of that I am certain.”

And with a small curtsy, she left the room.

Catelyn's gaze wandered towards Bran once more.

Whatever Queen Cersei's tale had been - the truth, a confession, empty words as a means of encouragement - she desperately hoped they held true. That the gods would relent, give up on their cruelty, and return their children to them.

It had to be true. For herself, for Bran, and the lost little princess.

a conversation between catelyn and cersei, taking place somewhere around chapter one or two of meet me in the dark

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[wikiangela]

wip wednesday

tagged by @beefcakekinard ❤ thank you (and thank you to everyone who's been tagging me, I've been terrible at those lately lol)

a lil late but anyway lol

so, I've officially started rewriting my alive shannon fic and I'm so excited. I don't have a lot yet (bc I really need to rewatch 2x18 before I continue bc that's where the fic starts lol) but I've been so tempted to share anything from it so here's a bit of a flashback where eddie's been chickening out when he had opportunities to make the first move so she decided to take matters into her own hands lol😊

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So one day before classes started, she marched right up to Eddie's locker, where he stood surrounded by his friends. They were laughing and joking and being obnoxiously loud, like boys are, and she walked right in between them all to stand in front of Eddie and smiled sweetly. He looked at her with wide eyes and she swore he was holding his breath.

"Uh-" he started to say something, but she cut him off before he could.

"So, the school dance next Saturday. Are you taking me or not, Diaz?" Shannon asked, her hand on her hip, heart beating loudly, acting more confident than she felt.

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[i-hear-a-sound]

like to charge reblog to cast. accord come home

[space-writes]

last line tag

i have a bunch of these saved up from @oh-no-another-idea @thegreatobsesso @reneesbooks @viscerawrites and @indecentpause, so here’s a tasty chunk from the end of chapter six of Awakened Witch, because i have, as mentioned, finally locked the boys in a room~

(additional context: the bars are solid bone, there’s no door or keyhole, and the room has one tiny slit window so there’s barely any light either. Sorrow has been kicking the bars for a while but it’s accomplished exactly nothing. vren's feeling claustrophobic because his ring of shadow teleporting isn't working, leaving him with no way out at all for the first time properly in literal decades)

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“Those bars aren’t going to break. She’s got more magic than us, and somehow she’s taken what we did have,” Vren said. He turned fully from the window, leaning heavily against the wall. “Most of which was mine,” Sorrow said. He touched the bracelets on his arms, mouth a thin line. There still weren’t as many there as there had been before they’d faced down Cidra. “Tell me, did she steal your magic, or just the power of whatever trinket it is that provides it?” Vren carefully didn’t touch his ring. “All that matters is it doesn’t work.” “But if it’s a trinket,” Sorrow said, slowly, as if talking to a particularly stupid child, “you could hold it out of the window and beyond her influence, and then perhaps it might work.” “If it was a trinket, I would already have tried that,” Vren said, for he had, and it had done nothing. “And I wouldn’t still be here listening to you.” “You’d leave me behind, little ghost?” Sorrow pressed a hand to his chest. “After all I’ve done for you? I’m sorely wounded.” Vren shoved away from the wall and slammed Sorrow into the cell bars, one arm hard across his throat, the other on the hilt of his knife. “Call me that one more time—” “And what? Will you kill me if I do, little ghost?” Sorrow retorted, exaggerating the petty nickname as much as was physically possible. They were so close Vren could feel the exhale of the syllables on his face, and the claustrophobia snarled into anger, and his hand tensed around the knife hilt and he pictured slamming it up beneath Sorrow’s ribs, a slower death than he usually granted, blood and pain and a body rotting across from him for hours or days or weeks until the lich came to play with her captive pets. He dropped his arm and stepped away. Sorrow rubbed at his neck. “Sensible of you—our undead friend would only bring me back, and then you’d have to kill me all over again.” “Shut up.”

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[deadly-diminuendo]

WIP Whenever

Thank you to @dramatiquechipmunk and @amoremagnificentbastard tagging me for this over the past couple of days! 🥰 I took a little bit of a break after publishing AFR, so my apologies if I've missed anyone else! This snippet is from an upcoming oneshot entitled let me kiss those poisoned lips featuring my tiefling Tav. It will probably be the next thing I publish, unless I get a lot of inspo for something different!

The sky was brighter now as she continued her trek—a paler shade of blue fading into a gentle yellow—and yet she felt ill at ease. Like she was being followed. Watched. Stalked. The woods surrounding her felt abnormally still. There was no snapping of twigs to alarm her—but neither was there the usual birdsong announcing the dawn. She looked and looked and looked all around her and saw nothing. She wondered if her visage would make for a terrifying threat or a tempting target. After all there were but two common opinions of tieflings. Hellspawn. Devilkin. Dark, dangerous, demonic, deadly. Something to hate and something to fear. Or weaklings, worthless and wanting. Outcasts. Gutter trash. Lesser thans. Poor unfortunate souls unwelcome in the grove. Unwelcome everywhere. Then again a starving bear—or worse yet an owlbear—would hardly notice her horns and tail. All such a creature would see was its next meal. Of course there was one other possibility for there was one companion of hers still unaccounted for: Astarion. Could it be him, cloaked in shadows and silence, waiting, watching, wanting? Did the memory of her taste still linger on his tongue? Did the way she trembled beneath him replay in his mind? Did his gaze fall upon the curve of her hips or the plump of her lips? Ugh. It was unwise to want him. She knew this. What a fool she must have been to want him anyway.

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[kvothes]

if you're still taking requests - 7 for destiel ❤️

anon, i hope you won’t find this rude, but i’ve already done the “to shut them up” prompt twice and i rather don’t want to do it again! i’ve swapped it for 27 -> AS A SUGGESTION:

“So. How’s humanity?”

“Struggling under the weight of an incomprehensible universe,” Cas says promptly.

Dean pauses, reorients, and then says, “I meant, how do you feel, being human?”

Cas takes a moment to ponder. His lashes lower over his blue eyes. He fidgets in his chair. “I don’t like it,” he admits, quietly. He glances up at Dean. “Mostly it’s been cold and dirty. I can feel things, and most of them don’t feel good.”

Dean leans against the table next to him and crosses his arms. “Well, you hit it hard,” he says kindly. “There’s good stuff, Cas, I promise. Things about being human that are really fucking awesome.”

Another blink of those blue eyes. “Like what?”

“Food,” Dean says. Then, forestalling Cas’s response, he adds, “Enough food. Good food. I make a mean burger—I’ll show you. Let’s see…music you like playing real loud, windows down, wind in your hair. Kicking back with a beer and watching a movie. Hot showers with good water pressure, and lemme tell you, the bunker water pressure is good.”

“Maybe,” Cas says. The corner of his mouth lifts.

“Sex,” Dean says. Then he screws up his face. He hadn’t meant to say that. “I mean—”

“I’ve done that,” Cas reminds him. “It was good. Until she tried to kill me.”

“Right.” Dean clears his throat. “Well. It can be, uh, better. And not just it itself. Sex, I mean. Itself. But like, the stuff around it.” Cas crinkles his brow. Dean should stop talking. He doesn’t. He says, “Kissing is nice, all on its own. That’s pretty human.”

“Is it?”

Dean swallows. “Yeah.”

Cas considers this. “I don’t know,” he says. “I feel quite lost. I’m happy I’ve made it here, but everything else—”

“We’ll figure it out,” Dean says. Swears. “We’ll get you juiced up again, and in the meantime, we’ll show you that humanity can be pretty damn great. Yeah?”

“Yes, Dean,” Cas says, and he looks up at him with such real trust in his face that Dean can’t help but—he just can’t help but—

He leans over and kisses Cas, real soft, right on the mouth. And then again. Again. “Do you like it?” he asks, a low murmur.

And Cas says, a little breathlessly, "Yes."

[disasterbuck]

Ooh!!! please do 8,13,17,19,25,40 🥰🥰🥰🥰

oh oh oh!!! some really good ones here if I do say so myself! 🥰

cheek kiss

"Make sure Buck doesn't stay up too late," he added, grinning up at the man in question who rolled his eyes in response.

"Go or you're gonna be late," Chris said without looking up.

"Okay, okay." Eddie lifted his hands in surrender and headed to the door which Buck was holding open for him.

"Have fun," Buck said with a grin.

"I will. Thanks again, Buck. See you later." Leaning in, Eddie cupped one side of Buck's face with a hand and pressed a kiss to the other side before ducking out the door and getting in the elevator.

The doors were shut and he was on his way down to the ground floor when he realised what he'd done.

don't say his name

this one is a little bit dumb jskfhes but the idea is that buck and eddie get dared/bet that they can't go a whole day/week (I haven't decided yet) without saying each other's name

Looking up, Chimney opened his mouth to remind him about the week-long dare they had to adhere to, but was interrupted as Eddie said, "Hey, Babe."

"So good to see you, Love," Buck said, giving Eddie's shoulder a squeeze as he passed him on his way to the kitchenette for a cup of coffee.

Chimney and Bobby stared at them in surprise.

"What?" Buck asked as he put the coffee pot back down.

Chimney shook his head and said nothing, looking back down at the magazine he had in front of him.

"Wasn't the dare just that you couldn't use each other's names?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah, and?" Buck asked as he leaned his arms on the counter. "We didn't."

"No, but..." Bobby looked between the two of them before letting out a quiet sigh. "Never mind. Carry on."

fwb no kissing rule

Buck stared up at him. Eddie didn't look horrified or as though he'd just realised how Buck felt and was about to say that they should put some distance between them from now on. So maybe Buck had just been paranoid thinking that his kiss would reveal how in love he was with Eddie.

Giving it a try, he reached up and pulled Eddie back to him. Their lips met again and this time they kissed with a gentle passion that took Buck's breath away.

Eddie pulled back again a moment later, eyebrows drawn together in a frown. "Are you sure? You said… You said no kissing."

"I know," Buck said, fingers playing with the ends of Eddie's hair at the nape of his neck. "I've changed my mind."

hits different - jealous buck

"I have a date this Friday," Eddie said with a shy smile. Hen and Chim immediately starting crowing excitedly, but Buck felt his blood freeze in his veins.

"You what?"

Eddie looked over at him, his smile faltering. "Uh, yeah. Her name's Mabel."

Buck stared at him, trying to swallow down the sour taste stuck in his throat. He needed to say something supportive, smile, tell Eddie that it was fine. He needed to be happy for his best friend, but he couldn't bring himself to.

"Buck?" Hen asked with a frown, leaning over the bench towards him. "You okay?"

"Don't go," Buck burst out.

kiss your best friend passionately

"Would you passionately kiss your best friend for one hundred dollars?" Chimney read from his phone.

"Are you kidding?" Buck exclaimed, slapping a hand down on the table. "I'd do it for free!"

Eddie looked up as Buck swivelled towards him on his chair. Then, before Eddie had time to react, Buck had grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss.

to the core

I am honestly so excited for this one but I think it's gonna take me a while to finish because I really wanna get it PERFECT you know?

Switching the TV off, Buck stared in stunned silence. He remembered seeing Eddie talking to the reporter during that call, but hadn't thought much of it. Eddie rarely spoke to the press and when he did his words were usually clipped and awkward.

But this…

What Buck and I have goes beyond friendship and I love him to the core.

It wasn't anything that Buck didn't already know, and yet the way it had been phrased made it impossible for him to shrug off. No one had ever told Buck they loved him to the core before. To the core meant all of him, the good and the bad. The things he wanted people to see and the things he didn't want anyone to see.

And Buck knew that; he'd always known that Eddie saw him and loved him for exactly who he was. But hearing it spelled out like that?

Suddenly it all felt much more real.

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[priincebutt]

🖤 for firstprince please and thank you 🤭🤭🤭🤭

🖤 kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation -- send a heart get a snip

“They’re sending me to Earth.”

The words sit between Alex and Henry, heavy and present, like there’s another person at the table with them. Alex’s mind tries to catch up with what Henry’s just said, but his expression is one of pure bewilderment. He reaches for Henry before remembering the guard monitoring their meeting, and thinks better of it. Last time he’d tried to touch his boyfriend he’d been physically escorted out and given a warning: if he did it again, he wouldn’t be able to continue visiting.

“I’m sorry, what?” Alex asks, his voice thick with the confusion that forms his brow into a little v of worry. He leans forward and clasps his hands in his lap, determined to keep his cool. “Earth is uninhabitable. That’s what they’ve always told us. They can’t just… Just because you’re a prisoner doesn’t mean you deserve to be sent to die!”

His last word rings out and Henry flinches away from it. The guard shoots Alex a furtive look but goes back to reading on his tablet, probably the latest news ping that held the report on the oxygen levels lowering, on how they’re running out of time and if the station can’t figure something out soon, there won’t be any hope. A whole civilization, snuffed out in space, another dying star in their own right.

“Research shows that after 100 years the Earth’s atmosphere should have corrected itself. They’re hoping this is the answer to the… the crisis.” Henry swallows thickly and looks away, then finally meets Alex’s gaze again. “My dad discovered the oxygen crisis. He wanted to tell the whole ship and that’s why they floated him. Now everyone knows anyway, and they’re trying to remediate it by sending us down as the test dummies. See if we can survive, if all of the radioactivity and poison is gone from the air.” Henry’s words are brittle with anger. He’d been arrested for being in alliance with his father, helping him crunch the numbers and uncover the ugly underbelly of secrets the Chancellor had been keeping from everyone. Henry’s father, an adult, was immediately killed, sent into space with no gear or oxygen to become a part of the universe again. Henry, being under 18 and still a child in the law’s eyes, became a prisoner to be re-evaluated on his 18th birthday.

It’s only days away, and he won’t even be on this ship to see it. He’ll spend his eighteenth birthday on Earth. And while he’s terrified to leave Alex and his mother and family behind, the thought of this new adventure… well. It kind of thrills him.

“Henry, you can’t go. What am I going to do? You’re going to die down there and I’m just going to have to sit here and live with that? You can’t go.”

“I don’t really have a choice, Alex,” Henry points out calmly. He understands why Alex is upset, but there’s nothing they can do now. The deed has been done. He’s going to Earth.

The guard stands from his chair and looks down at his watch. “Time’s up, you two. Out you go, Claremont-Diaz.” “Just like, five more minutes? Please?” Alex asks hopefully, and finally his hand reaches for Henry’s. When their fingers interlock he squeezes, and Henry feels tears prick at his eyes. He feels guilt for excitement for the upcoming journey to Earth, and a deep sadness over what he’s leaving behind. This has all happened so suddenly, they’d only told him he was going this morning.

“Sorry, no can do. You’re lucky your Ma is who she is and you even get to be here,” he points out. Most prisoners aren’t given any kind of visitation rights, but since Henry’s dad was one of the top scientists who kept this whole space ship up and running, and Alex’s mom’s position as a higher up in their shoddy government system, they’d gotten around it.

Henry can see the panic flickering across Alex’s face, and he squeezes his hand again, pulling Alex’s attention back to him. “Hey. Hey, Alex? It’s going to be ok. Look at me.” Alex’s dark eyes meet Henry’s, and Henry’s free hand comes to rest on his stubbled cheek. Alex’s chest rises and falls on his heavy breathing, and Henry knows he’s on the verge of a panic attack by how far off his gaze is. “It’s all going to be ok,” Henry says with a weak smile.

“Stay alive. Wait for me. I’ll be on the first ship out of this hell hole,” Alex mumbles softly. He lets out a sigh and presses their foreheads together, and the guard starts to say something, but Alex ignores him. If this is the last time he’s going to see Henry, he’s going to make it worth it.

The tears that welled in Henry’s eyes fall as Alex presses their lips together. It’s been months since he’s been kissed, and Henry melts into Alex, lets himself forget that this is maybe (probably) the last time they’ll touch like this. His fingers tangle in Alex’s hair as Alex’s hand rests on his waist, and for a moment they just exist, just the two of them, with nothing to split them apart.

But then Henry’s being wrenched back by his shoulder, and he curses as the guard fastens restraints around his wrists and forcefully pushes him back towards his cell.

“Wait for me!” Alex calls as another guard escorts him out. Henry loathes the desperation, the wetness on his face, this whole situation. It’s all shit. And now he’s got to go to Earth and fucking survive for Alex. He just has to make it long enough for them to be together again.

[theeccentricraven]

OC Kiss/Friday Kiss/Valentine's Day Edition ❤️🩷💕😘💋💘🥰

It's been so long! I've been tagged in so many wonderful tag games, I'm sorry I haven't been able to reply to them. Hopefully this weekend I can reply to some tag games. Since it's Single Awareness Day Valentines Day, I couldn't pass the chance to post a kissing snippet. Thank you @gioia-writes-and-others for the tag!

From The Blood Cleaners

Justin wrapped his arms around her. “You are your own person. You don’t have to live the life that your parents want you to live. Just go and be what you want to be now.” Clarice buried her face in Justin's shoulder. “I wouldn’t know that’s true if it weren’t for you.” Justin couldn’t have felt more like a fraud. “I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. “I need to go back to work.” “Ok,” Clarice said with disappointment. “I was hoping we could make out because you know, closet.” She grinned. Maybe it was because Justin needed any trace of warmth, hint of passion, and love flowing in his veins. He touched her waist and smooched her lips. She wrapped her arms around him.

Late in the day, but tagging nonetheless: @agirlandherquill @kaylinalexanderbooks @buffythevampirelover @orphanheirs

@sunflowerrosy @primroseprime2019 @tildeathiwillwrite @winterandwords @kitkins13

@kitty-is-writing @jay-avian @inkednotebook @happypup-kitcat24 @drchenquill

@acmartin @rickie-the-storyteller @raevenlywrites @brynwrites

and OPEN 😍💝🌹💌

[dr-demi-bee]

Last 6 sentences

Got a boopin' from @waterdeep-weavemoss - so here's the most recently written 6 sentences.

Still the same piece for @lastlight-inn - nearly to some spice now. 🫡

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Oh, definitely," he replies with a smirk as he crowds her back against the wall.

Large, warm hands continue their path down her sides and over her hips, before grasping her thighs and lifting the lythari off the ground. Miri squeaks with surprise as he lifts her suddenly.

"Gotcha," he teases softly, his grin thoroughly self-satisfied. His fingers knead the plush muscle of her thighs as he holds her up, pressing her back firmly against the wall.

"No escaping now," Gale murmurs firmly.

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Passing on the boops - @abysskeeper, @spooky-lil-bee, @crimson-and-lavender, @feedthepheasants (it's circular HA)

[landwriter]

Last Line Tag Game

Tagged by @softest-punk! 💛

Writing game: post the last line that you wrote and tag someone for every word in the line.

“Fuck it,” said Sevika, and flung herself up and pulled Grayson down with her.

I am in my own little cave of obligations and have absolutely no idea who's writing at the moment, so if you see this and are working on something, consider yourself tagged!! I'd love to see what you're writing :)

[riddles-n-games]

For those of you faithfully waiting for the Savannah and Rohan first kiss fic, here’s a snippet as I die trying to finish this as it gets longer:

[space-writes]

writing share tag

tagged by @vsnotresponding, thank you! since i finally finished a full draft of the threesome fic, here’s a (suggestive, but mostly SFW) bit from there~

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“What makes you think I’d sleep with one man, let alone two?” Krebbyg asked. Zeth’rinn arched an eyebrow. “My friend, you joined Bregan D’aerthe.” “Fair point,” Krebbyg conceded. “But out of all my options there, what makes you think I’d go with you?” “I’m hot, I’m good in bed, my mouth has excellent peer reviews, I’m extremely flexible…” Zeth’rinn counted his virtues on his fingers. “…the list goes on. And Fel is also all of those things, plus he’s better at topping than I am.” “That mean he can make you shut up?” “On occasion.”

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no-pressure tagging @vacantgodling @viscerawrites @monstrify and @ceph-the-ghost-writer to share some of whatever you’re working on lately