#kissing prompt

[ihateprompts]

kiss prompts

dialogue

"can i kiss you?"

"are you sure about this?"

"close your eyes"

"wanna practise?"

"i really, really want to kiss you right now"

"i think i deserve a kiss"

"if you win, i'll kiss you"

"kiss me again"

"are you wearing chapstick?"

"shut up" (affectionately)

"you'll have to teach me"

"was that okay?"

"woah.."

"you're gonna get lipstick all over me"

"i think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me"

"just follow my lead"

"one more kiss? please?"

"can we do that again?"

actions / scenarios

hand kisses

neck kisses

cheek kisses

stomach kisses

forehead kisses

thigh kisses

trailing kisses down your lovers body

arms wrapped around your lovers neck

light pecks

smiling while kissing

lifting your lover up

kisses meant to distract

kissing for a dare

goodmorning kisses

goodnight kisses

hello kisses

goodbye kisses

kitchen counter makeouts

kisses while cuddling

soft kisses becoming heated

heated kisses becoming soft

kisses to keep your lover quiet during sex

kisses while sitting in your lovers lap

kisses under mistletoe

leaving love bites on your lover

pulling away to look at eachother, eyes full of love

whispering in-between kisses

lifting up your lover while kissing

messy half asleep kisses

kisses that lead to more than kissing

kissing in the rain

almost kisses that are interrupted by a third party

nervous kisses

staring at your lover's lips before a kiss

hands on your lovers neck while kissing

routine kisses

drunk (mutually / accidental) kisses

kissing your lover as a reward

lazy makeouts

kisses leaving you breathless

heavy breathing with foreheads leaning together

hands in your lovers hair

hands under your lovers clothes

forbidden kisses

pulling your lover in by their collar

pulling your lover in by their tie

hands cupping your lovers cheeks

passionate kissing, pressed up against a wall

being caught kissing

confessing in the heat of the moment, leading to a kiss

luring your lover back to bed with kisses

kisses with a height difference - one leaning down while the other is on their tiptoes

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Pulling them into another kiss before either of them could catch their breaths. Defender/OFC of your choice, please

So, I started to fill this Ask three times, with three different scenarios, until I was able to finish this one. Not sure if I even like how it turned out, for it doesn't have the charm or ease I was hoping for. Still, at least it's written! Oh, and though you asked for one of my OFC's, I ended up using the same Sorceress that appears in my No Defense for the Heart series. Thank you so much for your patience and constant support, my friend!🥰🥰

Defender Strange x Sorceress Reader

edit by @doctorstrangeaskblog

Well this was not the way you'd planned to tell Stephen your life altering news. He had only arrived home from his latest mission with the Defenders twenty minutes ago, and you had hoped to allow him a while to acclimate to normal Sanctum life. Take a shower, see to any dings he may have suffered in whatever battle he'd endured, then sit down to one of his favorite home cooked meals (you'd learned once you'd moved to Bleecker Street, the necessity for a stasis spell; as Sorcerer Supreme and leader of the Defenders, his schedule was far too unpredictable to plan meals--so that you always had a couple set in stasis for when he had actual time to sit down and enjoy one). But all had been upended when you broke from his arms as you greeted him home, to rush to the bathroom before you lost your lunch all over him.

Stephen rapped firmly on the door again, his voice calm but clearly anxious. "You okay in there, honey?" You sat on the edge of the tub, breathing deeply while trying to calm the roiling in your tummy, not sure how to answer just yet. "Can I come in, baby? Maybe there's something I can do to help..."

You cleared your throat, then stood up on shaking legs. "Um...I'm alright..." You gave a quiet belch, hoping he didn't catch that. "Just give me a couple minutes and I'll be right out."

"Alright, Y/N...if you say so." Your heart gladdened at the concern and healthy skepticism in his reply. "But I'm not going anywhere until I can see for myself that you're okay."

"Yes, of course." You tried to sound lighthearted as you stepped to the bathroom sink and slathered paste on your toothbrush. "I just need to make myself presentable, darling." Plunging the brush in your mouth, you began to scrub your teeth and gums with the dedication of a newly minted dental hygienist. Once done, you splashed your face with water, noting how pale your cheeks appeared. Can't be helped, you thought, but maybe he won't notice. Following up with a double rinse of mint mouthwash, gargling each time. Hoping it would be enough to allay any suspicions Stephen might have that you weren't merely sick.

Taking one last look in the mirror, you fluffed your fingers through your hair and gave your cheeks a quick pinch to try a raise some healthier looking color. It would simply have to do. Composing your face to reflect a serenity that eluded you at the moment, you opened the door. The relief on Stephen's face at the sight of you made you smile sincerely.

"What happened, honey?"

You took his hand, leading him to the divan at the foot of the bed. "Nothing much, darling. I've just been...um...a little under the weather the past few days..."

His reaction was immediate; seeing that you were seated first, he laid a palm across your forehead. "Have you been feverish? Wong tells me there's a nasty bug running its course through Kamar-Taj - did you visit there while I was gone?"

"No...no," you assured him gently while urging him to sit, "Not since we were there together the week before last."

"Good," Stephen nodded, "Though you look really pale. Do you think it was something you ate? I know a charm that can help with that..."

"Yeah...no, I'm pretty sure it wasn't." You lowered you eyes, suddenly shy that the moment had come, and come so abruptly. Sensing your reticence, Stephen traced a finger along your jawline, stirring you to shiver, so that he immediately pulled you into his arms. You murmured against his neck, "And it may be a while until I'm gonna feel back to my old self..."

You felt him stiffen a little, his apprehension piqued by your cryptic reply. "Wait...is it something serious? Something requiring traditional medicine?" You realized you'd tripped Stephen's fierce protective instinct - something you had come to adore about him, especially when he directed it at you. "I knew the best doctors in every field in my days at Metropolitan General," he went on, a grim edge to his voice, "More than a few of them owe me favors..."

You shook your head against him, smiling despite how serious he'd become. "Darling, now as always, you're the only doctor I need." Moving enough to face him, running your fingertips across his furrowed brow, you added, "And you're the best medicine a woman... this woman...could ever hope for." Sighing hard, you twined the fingers of your left hand through his right, the diamond of your engagement ring softly glinting. "It's only that I've muddled up the order that we planned for ourselves...if...if you know what I mean..."

Now Stephen looked perplexed, for though you thought he had clues enough to reach the proper conclusion, this was one of those times when the answer was staring him in the face, but his prodigious mind failed to grasp the simplest of realities. "You know, the long-term plan. Engagement. Move in together. Tie the, uh...knot. And then, when the time is right..."

His eyes went wide as saucers while he gasped his surprise. "Start...start our family..." Stephen sputtered, "...when the time is finally right..."

"Uh-huh," you shrugged, feeling both sheepish and contrite, " I got a little ahead of schedule..."

"Oh, my baby doll," he grinned, "My sweet, sweet girl!" Barely leaving you a moment to draw breath, Stephen pulled you to him, planting his lips on yours, murmuring your name as he kissed then kissed and kissed you. Dazed and dazzled as you drew away, you had only a second to memorize his euphoric expression before he pulled your face to his again, for a deeper, more enduring kiss - which was all the assurance you needed to know that even the best laid plans of the most formidable Master of the Mystic Arts could be happily laid waste for sake of the woman who had laid her gentle, loving claim upon his heart.

tagging: @groovyqueer @mousedetective

[dimplecki]

he kisses you and it feels like you're dying; his warm fingers are stroking at your cheek it burns but you can't resist, breathing in the flames. He doesn't use force; he's so gentle but you feel powerless, completely drained of autonomy. your body does not belong to you anymore. it belongs to his soft lips and slick tongue sliding into your mouth. He wants you to breath only the air from his lungs, he wants to be the only thing you see in colour. You're ruined, his hands on your hips now and he's moving you like a puppet master and you let him. You know no one else can touch you like that. You lean into him, boneless and desperate and shaking like you have never been touched before. So many others touched you but you still crave only for his scent, his texture, the gaze in his eyes when he looks at you dark with lust; his breaths on your ear when he whispers your name over and over and over. It's toxic and you can feel the poison coursing through your veins, thicker than your blood. You want to run out that door and never look back but his warmth got you hooked, you need to pull away but he only pulls you closer now. He grips and tugs at your hair, bolts of pleasurepain move through your body. He bites at your lower lip and you're feeling so weak; violated. He doesn't mean to. But he hacked his way into your mind. Or did he mean to? It doesn't matter because you betray yourself and breaking whatever the hell you promised you'd never do again. You let that sweet mistake take over you. He kisses your neck and lingers at the exact right spot. and you're fading into that blissfull darkness, you're gone; you're gone.

[youwouldntlietopapa]

"one more kiss please"+"good morning kisses"+"smiling" for secondo ✨

See? I AM still working on these. I am just slow as hell and also the new Assassin's Creed is out.

By way of apology, here is some straight up Secondo fluff with some mild Adult Activities.

+18 only, MDNI

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Why, for the love of Lucifer, does this man’s alarm need to go off at such an absurdly early hour? It was a thought you’d had before and one you would have again. Hundreds of times, you’re sure. For, once again, the jarring sound of the electronic beeping wakes you up with all the subtlety of a smack in the face. The only part of this morning ritual that makes it worth while is waking up to him.

This morning, you wake up more on top of him than not. Curled up against his chest, arms still wrapped around him. The low rumble in his chest only makes you cling to him a little tighter and his warm hands on your back destroy the very small amount of resolve you might have had to let him go.

“Buongiorno, amore mio.” Secondo’s voice rasps a little more than usual, still thick with sleep. He brushes your hair off your face, carefully tucking it behind your ear, and kisses the top of your head. “It is time for getting up.”

“Only if you are a bird,” you protest. “Trying to get the worm. And what would you even do with a worm?”

Looking up at him, he smirks at you. Trailing his fingers teasingly down your sides and making you squirm. “You ask me if I still love you if you are a worm. So maybe I practice, eh?”

How anyone can look that smug this early in the day is beyond you. But you still retaliate by attacking his own ticklish spots. The noise he makes is extremely undignified and the speed with which he has you flipped onto your back so he can pin your hands is impressive. Even knowing it will lead to a punishment later, you can’t help laughing.

“Cosa malvagia! Attaccandomi, senza provocazione!” He scolds, though there’s mischief in his eyes. Not yet settled into his Very Serious Papa look for the day. His voice lowers to a soft growl next to your ear. “You know what this means, no? I will teach manners to you. Una lezione molto approfondita, credo.”

Still without the use of your hands thanks to his iron grip, you settle for wrapping your legs around his waist. Your hips rolling teasingly against his. “Does that mean you’re actually going to stay in bed late today?”

Even as you fix him with your biggest, saddest puppy dog eyes, you already know the answer. The shake of his head is only confirmation. “What is it I say to you, tesoro? Every time? Duty before pleasure.” Secondo releases his grip and cups your cheeks in his hands instead. Kissing you deeply in a way that that has your hips rocking against him more desperately and dragging a soft moan from you. “And I say it again. Time for getting up and duties. Pleasure will wait until later.”

You whine pitifully as he starts to pull away, catching his wrist and nuzzling against the palm of his hand. “Secondo, ti prego, ti supplico. Altri cinque minuti. Non baciarmi così e poi lasciarmi disperato. È crudele.”

He raises a brow and moves back to pin you to the bed. A wicked smile playing on his lips should have been enough of a warning. But you’re too occupied by his hand sneaking down to slip between your legs. Secondo’s smile widens when you gasp, his finger running through your slick.

“Mmmm…” His deep voice reverberates right through to your core. “So eager for me…”

A needy sort of sound escapes you and you don’t even bother trying to stop yourself. Your nails scratching softly over his back. “Please, Secondo…”

Secondo leans down closer, whispering next to your ear. “Then we consider this the first lesson. Patience.”

He sits up, grinning like a demon. His hands leaving you, even when you plead for more. But it’s too late, he’s already into the bathroom and you can hear the sound of the shower. When he comes back, you’re still on the bed, curled up in a huff and glaring daggers at him. Secondo’s smile twists oddly under his freshly applied paints and he walks over to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Sono un insegnante severo, mia cara, ma giusto.” He catches your chin and looks you in the eye. “I think, if you can be la mia brava ragazza this morning, I find time just for you at lunch. Si?”

Your eyes widen eagerly at the offer and you nod quickly. “I can. I know I can.” Even the desperateness in your voice can’t stop you.

He leans closer and the smell of his cologne mingles with the lingering smell of his soap and the faint, familiar smell of his paints. His finger runs softly along your jaw sending a shiver rushing down your spine. “One more kiss, please amore.” A game with rules and roles is one thing, but he needs the signal, at very least, to know that your anger is only for show and that there’s not a discussion to be had.

You let your pout drop entirely, for his sake. Leaning in and kissing him once more. Careful to not completely destroy his face before he’s even gotten to his office. Secondo smiles, content in knowing that you’re both on the same page. However, it doesn’t stop him from leaning in close and whispering in your ear.

“Don’t think this means we don’t teach you manners tonight, tesoro. I have plans for you.”

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Buongiorno, amore mio = Good morning, my love

Cosa malvagia! Attaccandomi, senza provocazione! = Wicked thing! Attacking me, without provocation!

Una lezione molto approfondita, credo. = A very thorough lesson, I think.

Secondo, ti prego, ti supplico. Altri cinque minuti. Non baciarmi così e poi lasciarmi disperato. È crudele. = Secondo, please, I'm begging you. Five more minutes. Don't kiss me like that and then leave me desperate. It's cruel.

Sono un insegnante severo, mia cara, ma giusto. = I'm a strict teacher, my dear, but a fair one.

la mia brava ragazza = my good girl

[shortsighted-owl]

Hey what about number 37 for the kissing prompt, if it sparks any imagination ?

Thank you! 😊

I am sorry this is so late, Thank you so much for the prompt - I hope you enjoy!

Link to this prompt on AO3

“You know, you’ll get square eyes if you keep playing on that thing all night, and with no lights on, Edmundo Diaz, for shame.” Buck tuts playfully as he enters the dimness of the living room, glancing at the drawn curtains and pulled-down shutters of the windows. 

Only the occasional bright flash from the fighting game on the TV illuminates Eddie’s profile, Chris’ blocky headset flattening his hair, where he sits on the floor reclined back against the softness of the couch. 

The older man huffs out a laugh as he pauses the game, swiping at the headphones to let them fall around his neck. 

Scattered around him lay scissors, various rolls of multi-coloured wrapping paper, and what appears to be a large tangled ball of badly stuck together tape. Squinting, Buck notices the shine of a few stray tape pieces dotting the front of Eddie’s forest-coloured henley, glinting like the tinsel covering the mantlepiece in the bright TV screen light.

A small mountain of neatly wrapped presents - corners folded to military precision - is stacked by the coffee table's end; yet still the two large bags Buck had dragged down from the loft that afternoon were not fully emptied of the gifts for Chris he and Eddie have been squirrelling away all year.

Wrapping: 1, Diaz: 0.

“I see the tape and paper won this round then.” Buck states, nodding at the victorious wrapping supplies. 

“I’m just lolling them into a false sense of security.” Eddie replies, going to push the ball of tape with a socked foot, only to think better of it, standing up just enough to fall comfortably back onto the couch proper. “I’ll be back for a second pass once I actually win a match.”

“Still trying to beat the Dog?” Buck asks, shuffling closer to the couch.

“Chris always plays him, I need to get better and show my son who's boss.” There’s a hint of pride in his voice, Buck notes. 

That his son is able to beat him at video games, able to teach him - or at least, able to sit and nag his dad over his terrible memory of the characters' many, many button combinations and their corresponding counters. 

Buck has woken up at any number of odd hours now to the brightness of Eddie's phone screen illuminating his boyfriend’s face, scrolling the game’s wiki as if Buck himself were on an info-binge.

“And to think less than two years ago you hid away the TV remote and the console because an AI recommended you a better coffee maker.” Buck teases gently, grinning as Eddie predictably rolls his eyes - like father, like near-teenage son. “Speaking of which.”

The mug in Bucks hands is well-loved, a small chip on its rim, its colours now washed out from years of use, and from it wafts the familiar scent of warm Christmas spices, coffee, and steamed milk. 

A deep appreciative sigh rumbles though Eddie as he drops the control into his lap, and takes the offered drink, a hint of canines glinting in the flickering menu screen light as he smiles at Buck before taking a long pull of the coffee.

Buck still loves the gentle fondness Eddie's eyes soften into when he gives him something; a kiss as he rises to consciousness each morning, a hug as he seeks comfort after a particularly gruelling shift, or in this moment, a perfectly made gingerbread latte with plenty of foam, just how Eddie likes it.

“Got to keep you awake and alert, you gamer.” Fondness colours every one of Buck’s words, and he watches Eddie's smile bloom, upturned corners of his mouth peaking past the rim of the mug.

The reply, when it comes, is heartfelt, and foam-moustached, as Eddie opens his eyes from where he had closed them in near-bliss.

“I love you” Eddie says to the inside of the coffee mug, the sound distorting as it escapes the caffeinated confines.

Buck waves a hand. “I know, I know.”

Cheekily, Eddie cocks a brow and tilts his head towards the kitchen. “I’m talking about Hildy.”

It’s Buck's own turn to roll his eyes at his boyfriend's response, the wise guy.

“Yeah, yeah, of course you are. I don’t see Hildy driving you to work or keeping you warm in bed.”

Eddie’s eyebrows tilt up, a thoughtful look on his face. “Who knows what the future brings Buck, who knows.”

Eddie goes for another mouthful, only to make the foam moustache even larger.

“You’ve got a little…” Buck gestures with a finger to his own lip, only to chuckle as Eddie misses the foam moustache completely. “Come here.”

A large hand comes to gently cradle Eddie's jaw, the pads of Buck’s fingers feeling the roughness of the day’s stubble. 

From here, Buck can see the depth of Eddie’s eyes, the beauty mark high on his cheek, and the great white and brown foam mess that coats his upper lip. 

Slowly, he leans in, ever watchful of Eddie as the other man's eyelids dip slightly, breath hitching slightly as they enter each other's orbit. 

It warms Buck that he has this effect on the other man, seeing Eddie relax even further.

Got’cha

Like lightning, Buck pounces.

He leans in and lets his tongue swipe the spiced foam from Eddie's lip before pressing a gentle kiss against coffee-warmed lips, feeling the small shocked gasp Eddie gives against his own.

“I don’t see Hildy doing that now, do you?” Buck retorts, grinning as he pulls back enough to watch the pink creeping over Eddie's cheeks, the flush at the tips of his ears as he can’t help but laugh at his boyfriend's antics. 

Settling down beside him, Buck opens one of the drawers under the coffee table, rummaging round before pulling out the spare controller.

“Because I love you too - ah ah no you said you loved Hildy, I can be the bigger man here. I will take pity and give you some pointers to try to beat Chris.”

Sitting up straighter, Eddie presses a few buttons on his controller, letting the game switch to 2 player mode, the room now bathed in the white light of the character selection screen.

“Oh so you think you can keep up with Chris? you’re better than me, huh Buckley?” Eddie says playfully, knocking a knee against Bucks, letting it stay there, a point of contact.

Buck just shoots him a side eye, bringing a finger up to the ear closest to Eddie. 

“Tell me, just what move does Dog do if you double tap X then press O, with a tap to the right analog stick again?” 

There’s a look of faux innocence in those baby blue eyes as Buck presses a button and feels the slight bzzz of the second controller as it rumbles to life in his hands.

Eddie feels his face scrunch up as he tries to wrack his brain for the answer. 

Chris has most definitely told him before, in that slightly condescending teenage tone that Eddie knows hides his joy that his own dad is asking him for help. 

Spinning bite? No, no, that's only one press of the X button then the O… maybe it was…

Beside him, Buck chuckles, gently rocking his shoulder into Eddie’s, before selecting his hero, a knight holding a sword and shield aloft.

“Winner makes the next round of coffee and wraps the remaining presents?” Buck suggests, eyes focused on the screen, settling into the cushions, ready to start.

They are always like this; pushing each other that little further, faster, higher - be it at work or at play. 

And Buck knows they both love it.

Eddie just smiles, disconnects the headphones so they are now listening to the upbeat music of the game through the TV filling the living room.

“It’s on.”

[seaside-writings]

Vague Prompt #20

Kissing distance.

[nirinart]

Stealing kisses from the Nightingale

A quick sketch of a kiss for practice! Because why study anatomy when you can just draw girls kissing 💜

[aiyexayen]

KISSKISSKISS FICS!!!

Can I have some ChengQing pretty please? 😍

The number of times Wen Qing has been this close to Jiang Wanyin's face without realising how pretty it is is truly impressive...

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1200

Fandom: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)

Relationships: Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín/Wēn Qíng

Characters: Wēn Qíng, Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín

Additional Tags: Slow Romance, Angst and Romance, Sweet, No Dialogue, Implied Sexual Content, Morning Kisses, Kissing Prompt, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, set during timeskip, Wēn Qíng Lives, POV Wēn Qíng, Developing Relationship, Complicated Relationships, Podfic Welcome

[shipmistress9]

Home

Fandom: Fourth Wing -- The Empyrean

Paring: Violet/Xaden

Rating: T

AN: As a warm-up to my writing, I decided to try my hand at a random kissing prompt. I got "A Hello kiss after a long period apart" and this instantly came to my mind.

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My blood is still rushing through my veins with adrenaline from the fight when I see him. Xaden is standing by the edge of the forest, right next to Sgaeyl, starring at me with wide eyes. My heart leaps, disbelief and soul-deep joy robbing me of every other thought.

He’s here? But…why? How?

But I don’t care how or why. All I care about is him as I first make one step in his direction, then a second, and then I’m running toward him as if he’s the only thing that can save me. Maybe he is.

He catches me as I all but fall against his broad chest, though hesitant. As if he’s unsure where we stand, and, given how we parted all these months ago, I can’t blame him. 

“Violence?” 

His voice is like a caress against my soul, my bruised heart, and laughter bubbles up from deep within my chest. 

Xaden is here!

“But… but how—”

He doesn’t get to finish his question. Too overwhelmed by just everything, I stretch onto my toes and pull him down into a kiss. The kiss is harsh, wild. Too much teeth in my desperation to get closer to him, as close as I can possibly get. 

It takes him a heartbeat or two to catch up, but then he returns the kiss. With his arms around my waist, he lifts me up and tilts his head for a better angle. Our lips part, and when our tongues slide together, a single tear runs down my cheek.

Gods, I missed him so much. These months of pretending, of having to keep up the lie, it was… it was… 

A nightmare.

“Violet…?”

A shudder runs down my spine at the question in his voice, at the brittle hope shimmering beneath the whisper. 

“I’m back,” I assure him, pressing my forehead against his, and more tears of joy stream down my face. “I’m home.”

[dispatchwithlove]

I saw your prompts list, so I'm hoping this is the right way to ask (I am TERRIBLE at Tumblr). I'd love to see you do "Kissing tears from the other’s face." please and thank you!

First, I am so incredibly sorry this took almost a year to answer 🤦‍♀️ It was a tough year! But I finally got something together for this. Thank you so much for the ask! It gave me the perfect opportunity to write a little glimpse into Jane and Garrus's future 😊

He was perfect. Delicate charcoal plates, bright green eyes, and the tiniest little hands with fingers so precious Jane could nibble on them for hours. 

Cradling him in her arms, close to her chest because Garrus was still putting the Cowl Creator together, she lifted her hand to her mouth. Wrapped around her index finger were two fingers, too small to be real, talons freshly trimmed so he couldn't hurt himself. Or her. 

She placed his two perfect fingers between her lips and nommed on them, struggling to keep nibbling through her giant smile. Sweet little chirps filled the air, a melody to her ears and he was a sight of joy — mandibles only as big as her fingers jittering wildly, his eyes locked on hers full of surprise and glee. Her heart was so full she thought it might just burst. 

He was perfect, their baby.

Sweet little Nicotus. 

“There, I think I got it,” Garrus said walking into their bedroom with the Cowl Creator in hand. “Just made a few modifications and I trust this thing a lot more. Shouldn't rub on your shoulders anymore either.”

As soon as Garrus walked in the room and laid eyes on Niccy, a deep, sweet purr started. Similar to the one that sounded for Jane, but this one was, well, it was somehow paternal, even to Jane’s human ears. It made her fall in love all over again. 

“Thank you, amar,” Jane said.

“How’s he doing?” Garrus said, tossing the Cowl Creator on the bed and placing his very large hand atop Niccy’s perfect little head. Niccy’s whole body fit in Garrus’s hand, talon tip to wrist. 

“Perfect,” Jane murmured, so softly it was nearly a song. “He’s perfect.”

“Wait till he’s screeching at 2am.” 

As if he understood, Niccy’s eyes flashed to Garrus and he kicked out his legs with a ripply giggle. 

Jane brushed Niccy’s cheek with a hooked knuckle. “I don't think I'll be able to sleep so I don't mind. Baby turians sound kind of like meowing cats, anyhow. It’s adorable.”

“Very insistent meowing cats. Like a raptor and a cat had a baby.” Garrus patted his head gently, then reached up and brushed Jane’s cheek with his knuckle, just like she’d brushed Niccy’s. “His eyes are just as beautiful as yours. Same color. I didn’t want to say that before we got him home, just in case something fell through, but,” Garrus sighed, contended. “His eyes remind me of yours.” 

Tears welled up and spilled without warning, trailing down her cheeks. The softness turning in Garrus’s eyes at the sight of her tears made her lip tremble. She couldn’t even wipe them away with Niccy in her arms, so they just fell. Until Garrus reached up and wiped them away with his thumb. 

“Hey saccha, honey, come here,” he said. 

“Dammit, I didn't want to cry.”

“I've been keening all day, amar. It’s okay.”

“I know but you’re the crier, not me.”

“True,” he said with a soft smile.  

Niccy yawned, rubbing his nose with his tiny little balled up fist. The tears just wouldn't stop, though, so Garrus took Niccy from her arms, gently, carefully, with love, tucking Niccy into his cowl. As she wiped at her cheeks Garrus took her into his warm, strong arms and cuddled her at his keel. Jane was just as snug as Niccy. 

Jane sniffled and Garrus took her chin in his hand, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against hers. 

“I’m just so happy, honey,” Jane said. “It hurts my heart I’m so happy.” Her tight throat burned and the tears kept trickling down.

“Me too,” Garrus said, pressing his lips to her forehead to leave a sweet kiss. 

“I knew finally having him home with us would—” She sniffled again, so hard that her chest shuddered and she almost hiccuped. . 

“Come here.” Garrus’s arms held her even tighter, the pressure making her feel secure, like that moment would never end and they’d always be that happy. He pressed his lips to her tear soaked cheek, kissing them away with such tender love that they stopped. “I love you,” he told her. Moving to her other cheek, he kissed those tears away as well. 

When she smiled her chest lifted with a happy breath, and her lip stopped trembling. “I love you too. So much.”

A little nasly peep came from Niccy. Curled within Garrus’s cowl, his eyes were closed, tiny little mouth parted just slightly. 

“Was that a little snore?” Jane asked.

Garrus looked down into his cowl and smiled. “Yeah, he’s asleep.” 

Jane’s palm slapped to her mouth, the trembling lip taking back over. “He’s so perfect,” she said. And the tears started all over. 

[bagog]

I feel like 4. An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

Might be conducive to the Kaidan shock kisses? 🧐

It's a kiss-prompt writing meme! Thanks!

Mshenko "An accidental brush of lips, followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose"

++ There was a tiny pop. "Ow," Kaidan announced, dully. He shook out his hand and continued to root through his locker. "You shock yourself?" Shepard asked, standing nearby and stripping out of his armor. They were alone in the shuttle bay, effectively, and Shepard shivered lightly as his bare feet touched the cold deck. "Always a little staticky getting back from a mission," Kaidan popped the seals on his armor and soon both men were undressed to their base layer. Kaidan shocked himself three or four more times on the metal locker, each time with an increasingly frustrated "Ow."

Removing his clothes from the locker, Shepard watched Kaidan with a twinkle in his eyes. "Need a hand?" Kaidan chuckled, "As if there's anything you could do." Shepard dropped his clothes to the bench and stepped closer to Kaidan. He showily held out one hand and slowly moved to touch Kaidan's bare shoulder. "Really, Shepard?" He looked at Shepard, eyes dark and playful. "Just seeing how close I can get..." Shepard made a show of extreme concentration as his finger inched closer. Just as he was about to make contact, Kaidan dove forward and pressed his lips to Shepard's.

"Ow!" Shepard started, tongue darting out to soothe where the static pop had shocked his lip. He smiled brightly at Kaidan, hand now curling around the nape of his neck. He leaned in and kissed Kaidan again, not even flinching away from another static shock. Kaidan began giggling into the kiss at the third static shock, and he nibbled at Shepard's lip as the two pulled apart. "Maybe you can help out after all," Kaidan beamed, corner of his mouth curling into a grin.

[lochrannn]

Re. the kisses prompts, I was secretly angling for that, lol! #13: frustrated kisses

Apologies this took so long to fill.

Filed for posterity in my underused drabble collection on AO3

-

After sending Diego off to join his brothers for Luther’s bachelor party, Lila goes to roam the halls of the Obsidian Hotel, investigating all the most interesting rooms, hoping to find some snazzy outfits for the wedding.

She finds a bunch of different suits, including one she’s considering for herself but when she stumbles across a black glittering minidress, her choice is made, but she takes the green velvet pantsuit anyway. Klaus might like it.

She’s still none the wiser as to what to suggest to Diego. He looked amazing in Elliott’s dad’s suit at the Mexican consulate back in Dallas, but he had complained about having to wear it all the way there.

When Diego, Klaus, and Five arrive back in their room after what seems like the most condensed bachelor party of all time, because they are certainly in appropriately high spirits, both in terms of mood and inebriation level after just an hour and a half of awful karaoke, they all stop in their tracks, staring at her in her outfit, Klaus delightedly clapping his hands, Diego slack jawed and wide eyed, and even Five raises an eyebrow that could be construed as appreciative.

Lila ignores Diego’s intense gaze for the moment, because her heart still feels a bit fluttery at the thought of the wooden beads around her wrist and the commitment that came with them, in favour of dealing with the first order of business. They have a wedding to get to in twenty minutes, after all.

“Klaus, I got you something you might like to wear later,” she explains, pointing to the velvet suit with its emerald shine that she laid out tidily across the back of the sofa. It feels weirdly important to her that he likes it.

“Oh Lila, darling, you are a lifesaver! All I found so far is this boring dragon-print shirt—Hey Diego, do you want my boring dragon-print shirt? Diego?”

But Diego isn’t listening to Klaus, and Lila is slowly tuning him out as well, distracted by the way Diego is slowly making his way over to her, coming to a stop just inches away and giving her a very heated once over.

“You look—”

He doesn’t finish his thought, instead his mouth snaps shut in the way Lila is learning he does when his words fail him because he’s too overwhelmed. Inexplicably, it makes goosebumps rise along her spine. But he’s being a bit silly, she’s worn shorter skirts around him.

Diego reaches out a tentative hand to tuck a strand of hair that must have come loose from her hair band behind her ear and Lila can’t help staring up at him, caught in the reverence he’s appraising her with.

Then Diego leans in and Lila just about remembers how long it took her to get her make-up right and the tight dress on and she knows exactly where this will lead if Diego gets his lips on her, so she slaps her outstretched fingers against his mouth when his face is only inches away from hers and watches his eyes fly open again, accompanied by a muffle mph.

“No time! Get changed and we all need to head down to the banquet hall,” she says and breezes past Diego, partly to get out of his reach but also because any second longer with the feeling of his lips against her fingers and she would have grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him to an unoccupied room herself.

-

It’s ridiculous how giddy she feels, standing at the top of the gathering, bouquet in hand, and by virtue of being the only bride’s maid, she guesses, also fulfilling the role of maid of honour.

This is the most normal thing Lila has ever done—the city block size dimension sucking fiery cluster of balck holes that is illuminating the hotel terrace notwithstanding.

Diego practically shoved his way to the front when they were all finding their seats, and Lila had to push him down into his chair, because he’d almost looked like he was just going to stand with his arm around her waist for the whole ceremony. He keeps looking over at her with such fondness that Lila is finding it hard to follow Klaus’s impromptu officiating. At one point she just barely stops herself from shooing Diego, the heat in her cheeks making her feel almost ridiculous.

-

They watch Sloane and Luther for a few minutes as they slowly glide across the dance floor for their first dance and Lila has never felt this safe. 

Tucked in under Diego’s arm she can smell his after-shave and feel the warmth of his skin through the thin material of his shirt. She’s glad he didn’t wear a suit, not least because it’s just not him.

She shakes her head a little to clear it of the mental image of her fingers hurriedly undoing the buttons on his shirt so she can slide her hands over the smooth skin of his chest and sides.

Diego gives her a funny little look then steps away from her and offers her his hand for a dance.

Lila puts her hand in his and is ready for him to twirl her around but in the last instance Diego pivots and twirls under her arm and Lila can’t help the broad grin that tugs at her lips.

He’s so ridiculous.

She loves him more than words can say.

They dance like that for a while, sometimes pressed together and sometimes showing off their best moves to each other. Then Diego leans in and asks her softly, “D’you want something to drink?”

“Mmh, yeah, some water would probably be good,” Lila says and before she can make a move Diego pecks her on the mouth and pulls away to head towards the buffet.

It was just a very short kiss, barely even really deserves the name and yet it flips a switch in Lila’s brain and she’s suddenly hyper aware of the fact that she’s not kissed him since before the bachelor party. 

That just won’t do.

Lila turns on her pointy heel and stalks off to follow Diego to the other end of the room.

She catches up to him just as he passes one of the pillars that are scattered around the hall, and she gets in front of him with an almost desperate skip, shoves him back against the pillar with her hands on his chest, leans up and presses her lips hard against his.

Diego makes a startled noise, but his hands land on her waist and his tongue snakes past her lips into her mouth. It makes her groan and her knees go a bit weak.

She drops back down onto her heels, breaking the connection between them to catch a breath, but Diego just follows her lips with his, his arms tightening around her waist and back, pulling her against him again. 

Lila thinks philosophically that breathing is overrated, especially if they are all going to combust together with the hotel in some 48 hours, so she leans against Diego who stoops down a bit, leaning against the pillar behind him, so that they are almost level and she doesn’t have to crane her neck.

For a second the way his knee is now pushed up between her legs makes Lila even more desperate to get as close to him as possible and she throws her arms around Diego’s neck and shoves his head back against the pillar with the force of her kiss and just holds him there. The thought of this undeniably big and fit, combat trained man relenting instantly to her makes Lila feel almost dizzy.

She breathes in loudly through her nose, suddenly overwhelmed, emotions making her feel even more breathless and she can’t stop herself from pushing herself harder against him, head to toe.

Diego’s hands are on her arse and he pulls her in even more and Lila is aware of the fact that her skirt must have ridden up her legs quite a bit by now but she couldn’t give a fuck as she tilts her head to get better access to lick along his bottom lips. She presses her fingers into the back of Diego’s neck and the noise he makes is very low but sounds suspiciously like a desperate whimper and—

“Ew, gross!”

They break away from their kiss but don’t move at all beyond that except to turn and glare at Five. At least Lila is glaring, she’s relatively certain Diego is doing at least the same, though he might be looking straight up murderous.

“Luther wants everyone to be around for the cake cutting. Why we’re doing that now, I don’t know, but if you two sex-ed-cautionary-tales could get your brains out of each other’s pants and come be civilized for two minutes, it would be much appreciated. I need to eat something before I start going into an early hangover.”

As quickly as he turned up, he’s gone, and Lila realises he probably blinked over. Serves him right if he ended up seeing more than he signed up for.

She gives Diego one last hard kiss and then steps back taking his hand. He looks a little disappointed that they didn’t take this further and it almost makes her laugh.

“Come on, I’m starving!” she says with a tug on his hands. “Don’t forget your brat is stealing all my food!”

The way Diego’s eyes go so glassy and fond again in only an instant makes Lila’s heart pound in her throat and she shoves down the thought that it wouldn’t make much of a difference either way. Neither of them is going to actually meet their child.

She swallows hard and turns away so Diego won’t see the unshed tears that suddenly threaten to spill over—god damn fucking hormones—and starts pulling him towards the rest of his family.

If nothing else, she can at least stuff her face and enjoy the company for the next day and a half.

[urfriendlywriter]

How to write smut ?

(@urfriendlywriter | req by @rbsstuff @yourlocalmerchgirl anyone under the appropriate age, please proceed with caution :') hope this helps guys! )

writing smut depends on each person's writing style but i think there's something so gut-wrenchingly beautiful about smut when it's not very graphic and vivid. like., would this turn on a reader more?

"he kissed her, pulling her body closer to him."

or this?

"His lips felt so familiar it hurt her heart. His breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. She let herself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against her spine. He drew her closer."

One may like either the top or the bottom one better, but it totally depends on your writing to make it work. Neither is bad, but the second example is more flattering, talking literally.

express one's sensory feelings, and the readers will automatically know what's happening.

writing, "her walls clenched against him, her breath hitching with his every thrust" is better than writing, "she was about to cum".

here are some vocabulary you can introduce in your writing:

whimpered, whispered, breathed lightly, stuttered, groaned, grunted, yearned, whined, ached, clenched, coaxed, cried out, heaved, hissed

shivering, shuddering, curling up against one's body, squirming, squirting, touching, teasing, taunting, guiding, kneeling, begging, pining, pinching, grinding,

swallowing, panting, sucking in a sharp breath, thrusting, moving gently, gripped, biting, quivering,

nibbling, tugging, pressing, licking, flicking, sucking, panting, gritting, exhaling in short breaths,

wet kisses, brushing soft kisses across their body (yk where), licking, sucking, teasing, tracing, tickling, bucking hips, forcing one on their knees

holding hips, guiding the one on top, moving aimlessly, mindlessly, sounds they make turn insanely beautiful, sinful to listen to

some adjectives to use: desperately, hurriedly, knowingly, teasingly, tauntingly, aimlessly, shamelessly, breathlessly, passionately, delicately, hungrily

he sighed with pleasure

her skin flushed

he shuddered when her body moved against his

he planted kisses along her jawline

her lips turned red, messy, kissed and flushed.

his hands were on his hair, pulling him.

light touches traveled down his back

words were coiled at his throat, coming out as broken sobs, wanting more

he arched his back, his breath quivering

her legs parted, sinking into the other's body, encircling around their waist.

+ mention the position, how they're being moved around---are they face down, kneeling, or standing, or on top or on bottom--it's really helpful to give a clear picture.

+ use lustful talk, slow seduction, teasing touches, erratic breathing, give the readers all while also giving them nothing. make them yearn but DO NOT PROLONG IT.

sources to refer to for more: (will be updated soon!)

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “things to say after kissing” prompts

“Well… Kiss me more?”

“You taste like my new addiction.”

“I liked that. A lot.”

“Never again—”

“…Wow.” 

“That was bad, wasn’t it?” 

“I could kiss you forever.” (Forever ingrained in my brain fOR REALLL)

“That was really wet and unenjoyable.”

“Can you not stick your tongue in my mouth like that again? Damn.” 

“Consider me madly in love. With the kisses, not you.”

“That just woke something up in me.” 

“Yeah, so like… What the fuck?”

“I’m calling the cops on you for that terrible shit you put me through.” 

“That felt like my first kiss. Sloppy and weird and just not it.”

“Has anyone told you you’re quite amazing at this?”

“You said this was your first time kissing! You’re either a fucking liar or you’re a natural at this.” 

“I made the wrong decision.”

“O… Kay. So should we dissect that? What are we feeling right now?”

“That wasn’t in my itinerary today.”

“I mean, I could do with some more of that.”

“Just shut me up by kissing me from now on, won’t you?”

“Fucking come back here right now.”

“That felt like a crime against humanity.”

“Was that supposed to happen?” 

“You’re the only one I’m gonna wanna kiss from now on.” 

[hughmanbean]

Blue Screen

Danny is the type of guy gal ghost to Commit To a Bit. This is very common knowledge

But he may have overdone it this time.

---

Dan and Ellie had met the Red Hood, who seemed yucky. Ellie said this herself. Jason was not amused, and did not appreciate them following him around for the rest of the week.

After a bout of panic, Danny had finally tracked the tykes down. After seeing who they were with, he sighed. Of course those two would. Well he could play at that game.

Danny had popped in and pecked him on both sides of the helmet, leaving a casual lie before legging it.

"Hey hun, thanks for watching the kids. I'll take it from here."

---

It's been a month now, and somehow he has two kids with a notorious crime boss and goes on nightly dates with him.