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ihateprompts · 1 year
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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
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e-vay · 6 months
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Werehog Kisses 🖤❤️💖
Anon, I know you’re referring to this kiss meme I did, but I try to mix things up so as to not bore you all so I went with a different meme.
Werehogs are so fun to draw but man is it tricky to get the scale right haha
Here’s the blank template if you want to use it yourself!
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╰┈➤ STARTER PROMPTS : Chaste Kisses a set of generic kiss prompts, tailored for fluff & softness ! all sfw ! ** these prompts were written to be a sfw version of the typical kiss prompt ! please keep them that way & do not use them for n.sfw !
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please specify if sender or receiver is doing the action, when sending in the prompt !
* a kiss on the cheek, in passing * a tender kiss to each cheek, then to their nose * a kiss on the forehead * a kiss on the top of the head, cupping their face gently * a kiss on the top of the head, after leaning against them * a kiss on the back of their hand, formal yet intimate * a kiss to the back of their hand, before beginning to formally dance ( ex. waltzing ) * a kiss on their palm, then holding their hand against their own face * a kiss on top of a band-aid, to make it feel better * a kiss on top of a bandage, to comfort and apologize * a sweet little kiss to the back of their neck, after doing their hair or fastening a necklace, before letting the hair fall properly into place * a kiss on the corner of their lips * a kiss to their lips, smiling * a kiss to their lips, then breaking away, then returning into the kiss with a happy laugh * throwing themself into an embrace, kissing them with a smile * spinning them around, then kissing them as they set them down * a kiss in the rain after a heartfelt conversation, happy tears that blend with the light sprinkles of rain * a kiss to comfort, kissing each cheek after tenderly wiping tears away * a kiss to the back of their head, as they cuddle * peppering their face with butterfly kisses as they laugh * a kiss to say goodbye, before they leave on a trip * a kiss to their cheek, laughing after leaving a lipstick mark * a quick kiss to their lips, then commenting on their choice of lipgloss/chapstick/etc * a kiss to the forehead, to say goodnight
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I made it a goal to draw a ship for every one of the kiss prompts from this template and I DID IT. (It was supposed to be for Valentine's Day but uh I was held up so don't worry about it).
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Full image below because I drew these all on the same canvas sksksk
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themidnightghoul · 18 days
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RAINDROP #4 chronic illness princess rain my beloved
Hilariously, this took me a minute to get to because chronic pain has been kicking my ass lately so woo for channeling my frustration into this piece!
“One of those fucking days,” Rain sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. He knew it was coming, could feel it like a storm rolling in deep in his bones. Yesterday was a good day, a day where he didn’t need his mobility aids and felt like he could do all of his chores without breaking a sweat. Hell, he was even able to go a handful of rounds with Phantom and only felt slightly sore afterwards. But today? Today, it was like he was moving through quicksand and he had barely even done anything save for waking up. 
Sighing, he rested his head on his hands, fighting tears. It never got any easier realizing that he wasn’t like the rest of his pack. They didn’t need help walking or doing something as simple as getting out of bed in the morning. They were able to do so much all the time and Rain never saw them struggle or fail to do the things they wanted to do. They never had days where all they could do was writhe around in bed because the pain was so bad, so strong, so soul crushing that just breathing was like a knife in their chests. No, they were normal and he was broken.
Reluctantly, he reached for his phone resting on the nightstand to text Dew. He hated this part, probably more than having to deal with his broken vessel on days like this. Asking for help made him feel weak, like a burden on his pack that they shouldn’t have to deal with. His fingers moved slow, aching with every press on the screen, and when his door suddenly opened, he jumped and dropped his phone on the rug beside his bed.
“Shit what-” Rain looked up and couldn’t help the sigh of relief that left his mouth. “Dew.” 
Dew immediately rushed to the bed, kneeling down in front of Rain and picking his phone up. “Hey Water Lily,” he spoke softly. It crushed Rain to hear his voice like that and he wanted to scream in frustration.
“Don’t do that,” Rain whispered.
“Don’t do what?” Dew’s hands rested on Rain’s knees, kicking up his heat to soothe Rain’s aching joints.
“Pity me.” It was harsh but there was no venom behind his words. He could barely think straight and he really was relieved that Dew had shown up before he had even texted him, but he hated feeling like Dew felt sorry for him. “I was texting you…” he trailed off.
“I came as soon as I felt it. It’s a bad one today, yeah?” He moved his hands up and down Rain’s thighs, pressing warmth into his skin as he went. 
Rain’s response was a choked sob as tears began to fall, unable to control his emotions when all of his focus was on not wailing due to the amount of pain he was in currently. Dew crawled into the bed and pulled Rain against him as gently as he could manage. When Rain winced, Dew slowed down and apologized repeatedly until he had Rain on his back with the Fire Ghoul propped up next to him. His hands moved along every bit of skin that he could reach and Rain could feel the relief spreading throughout his body, sighing softly as the pain eased temporarily. 
“Dew…it hurts so much…” A fresh wave of pain hit his hips and he tensed, causing even more pain to radiate through his bones. “Just..just let me rot here.”
Dew chuckled, knowing how dramatic Rain tended to get when he felt like this. He was no stranger to the chronic pain that his beautiful Water Ghoul experienced, always willing to be his portable heating pad when necessary. It seemed that today was an especially bad day and as soon as he felt the wave of pain hit him through their bond, he rushed to his room without hesitation, leaving in the middle of his conversation with Cirrus.
“Not today, Princess. But how about this, tell me where it hurts?” 
Rain just groaned. “Fucking everywhere, Dewey.”
Leaning down with a smile, Dew planted a kiss on Rain’s shoulder. Slowly, he moved across his collarbone until he reached the other shoulder, leaving gentle kisses as he moved. Taking Rain’s hand in his, he kissed down the beautiful blue skin of his arm, giving an extra kiss to the nearly translucent fin on his forearm, all the way to each of his fingers. After he kissed his pinky, being careful to avoid his nails, he looked up at his Water Ghoul who was no longer crying but smiling and blushing.
“I hope you have all day, baby. I’ll kiss every bit of your pain away until you’re all better.” 
Rain didn’t dare mention that his pain had mostly subsided once Dew was about halfway done. He was more than happy to spend as much time in bed as possible being cared for by his mate. As stubborn and prideful as he could be, he’d never pass up the opportunity to have Dew doting on him for as long as possible. 
Kiss prompt!
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moonlightwarriorqueen · 5 months
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hiiii dearest, for the first kiss prompts:
"an accidental first kiss" with... Mayday 👀
The HUSBAAAAAAND 😫💜
I went overboard 👀
Just a little bit
can be read as a prelude to the quote prompt Mayday fic i wrote a while back cuz I reread it for inspiration 👀
Prompt was accidental kiss so it won't be in red
First Kiss with Mayday
Mayday x Reader
You normally only showed up on the dreaded ice hunk disaster of a planet only once in a blue moon. Stopping upon its frozen, barren wastland to deliver suppiles to the troops and to be off on your way. However the last few visits, you'd been spending more and more time with the Commander overseeing the station's mantience and operation. Commander Mayday. The two of you got along quite well and often sent letters back and forth through your comm link channel while you were elsewhere. And...you'd be lying if you said you didn't immeansely enjoy his company.
In fact, you often looked forward to your letters! Opting to re-read the older ones shared between the two of you during bad days and stressful situations. If you were being totally honest...nothing made you happier than those silly little interactions.
Well, one thing did.
Getting to speak with him in person.
So one could only imagine the sheer, unbridled excitement bubbling like molten lava under your skin upon the order to bring suppiles to Barton 4 once again rose.
You barely slept in your giddiness.
That really, ought to have been the real clue in for you...
"Commander" you nodded your head, though it did nothing to hide the grin growing on your face
"A pleasure to see you, as always" he countered with a nod of his own, your title and name slipping past his lips in a tone only a fraction lower
You set to ordering the men around, swiftly getting the task set up so that you could settle down somewhere to converse with your favourite person in the entire galaxy.
Mayday was not much better. The responsiblities were shucked unto his second in command before the poor man had a chance to say 'yessir?'
The moment everything was set up and could operate without either of you, Mayday guided you to one of the heaters and draped a blanket around your shoulders.
"So, I suppose you'll be doing the usual drop and run...?" He asked as he sat down beside you, his thigh pressed right against your own "Keep that blanket around you, those jackets aren't going to keep any of the cold out."
"That was the plan" you confirm, wrapping your arms around yourself and keeping the blanket snugly to your form "I added a few more heaters and some thicker blankets to the list - they weren't really approved...but I'm sure it won't be too big a deal"
Mayday's warm chocolate irises darted from your face, opting to glance around before he scooted the tiniest bit closer. His head hung low so his hair swung into his face
"Don't stick your neck out for us...you'll get in a heap of trouble" he warned, although you could hear the happiness in the undertone of his voice for the very thing he was trying to scold you on
"I'm not going to just let you and your men freeze for shits and gigles" you grumbled quietly
Thr commander let out a snort beside you but otherwise let you continue to convey your thoughts, ever curteous and thoughtful.
"It's only a few anyways, with how large the stock rooms are...I'm sure they won't mind." you sighed softly "Your guys' treatment ought to be high on the list"
Mayday chuckled at your words, tilting his head to peek at you from under the slight curtain his hair had become. His eyes danced with amusement and contentment at your vocalized thoughts
"You think so, huh...?"
"Of course I do" you huffed and shivered a bit
"Keep that blanket closed, I told you" he scolded you softly.
The clone sat up properly and reached out to bundle you in the wool material, his hands deftly and expertly tucking the corners in so that it would stay in place for as long as possible.
"What about you...?" you breathed out through your chattered teeth
The sun was setting the the cold was creeping in more than it had before
Mayday stood and glanced at the base's door.
"I'll have your men go gather themselvss for the night. You're not working through the night, you'll all freeze"
And with that he left you.
He returned a short time later, the base sealed for the night and the men that had come with you bundled and spending time with those that normally resided on this planet.
As he walked to you, he came bearing one of the thick blankets you'd spoken about earlier and two steaming mugs
"It's...not much, but it'll keep your belly warm" he grimmaced a bit as he passed you a mug "Wish I could offer something that'd be more to your taste"
You quickly shook your head, sighing loudly as your hands grasped the hot cup. Your body soaking the warmth from it in bliss
"Then again...with that reaction...I'm sure even boiled water would have been welcomed" he chuckled
Oh how you adored that sound. Your already red-from-cold cheeks bloomed darker
He set his own mug down on a crate then fluffed out the blanket a few times, before draping it around you and sitting at your side again.
"What about you?" you gawked
"Ah, I'll be alright" he flashed you a soft and tender smile
Oh you could soooooo get used to those...
You were starting to think that maybe, just maybe your friendship wasn't as friend-like as you had originally intended...
With a huff you pouted at him, although all you got was a slightly baffled look in response.
You scooted around until your arm hooked under the rest of the large blanket and scooted further towards the commander. You stopped when you were plastered so close that your left side was practically cemented to his right, then flung the blanket over his shoulder.
"We'll share" you informed with a prompt nod of your head, as if that action lockdd your decksion in as an order.
But Mayday seemed to not be upset with your behaviour in the least, quite the opposite. He seemed to gravitate to his right, towards you.
The two of you sat in silence for a time, just enjoying the shared warmth and your mugs of steaming, molten liquid.
"You know, I really enjoy your companionship" you whispered softly towards your mug "Makes everything less lonely"
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't look forward to each correspondence" he smiled as he took another sip from his cup
You turned your face, reaching to brush back a stray hair.
Did he have freckles hidden under that beard...?
You subconciously leant forward, eyes squinting to disconcern what you were seeing
"Hey, Mayday?" You mumbled
"Wha--?"
It happened so fast.
You continued to lean closer to him and as you'd called his name, he'd turned his face to glance at you. But suddenly your lips were paired with his own.
Two sets of wide eyes met, a squeak escaping you in surprise.
You pulled back bright red, and beginning to apologize in the most rushed paced stutters the galaxay had ever witnessed. But your catastrophic display was silenced as those whisker-corralled lips of his melted against yours.
This time, purposefully and earnestly.
One of his hands slid across your lap to grasp your unoccupied hand and twine your fingers sweetly.
You'd never experienced such a thing, no kiss, real or imagined, could ever trump such a moment such as this. Your heart lept to your throat, pounded in your ears and sung with the chorus of a thousand sonnets of old. You sighed deeply through your nose, humming in a swoon against his sweet, chaste affection. Your hand tightened around the mug, wanting to toss it and tangle those fingers into his wonderful mane of dark waves but inevitably staying put.
By the time he'd pulled back, you leant forward chasing after him with a soft whine.
A breathy chuckle puffed acorss your face before a cold forehead settled to yours.
"Oh don't you worry, mesh'la...there will be more of those to come..." he cooed in a hushed tone, his hand squeezing yours
You peeked at his content, closed-eyed, expression from under your lashes
"You think so...?" You whispered, uncertainty and hope fluttering like birds trapped in a too small cage
"I know so"
Those delightful lips of his turned up to a smirk then a full smile, happiness radiating off him
"For as long as you want them" he promised softly, tenderly
"Don't you be making promises that you can't keep Commander" you teased in a hushed tone, although the ugly thought reared it head
"Ah, but I only make promises that will be fulfilled...and more kisses? I can promise that, wholeheartedly"
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molly-ghuleh · 8 months
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Could I get the prompt "confession leading to a kiss, and "I think this is the part where your supposed to kiss me" with Cardinal Copia please? You write so well ♡
Kiss Prompts: Confession leading to a kiss + "I think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me."
Cardinal Copia x reader
SFW! Contains: descriptions of anxiety, love confessions, Copia being awkward and cute, kisses, friends to lovers
Ahhh thank you!! I'm glad you enjoy my writing hehe, thank you for requesting!! <3
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Copia paces and paces, back and forth and sometimes in circles and most likely carving a trench into the floor of his office. You watch as he mutters to himself in mixed English and Italian, his hands moving through the air as he rehearses the sermon he's set to give in thirty minutes.
Papa Terzo had called last-minute and begged Copia to hold tonight's Black Mass in his stead. "Please, fratellino, I feel like I am going to expel my insides from both ends," he'd said--at least that's what Copia told you he said when he'd called you in a nervous panic, but the man tends to exaggerate a bit.
The Cardinal is relatively new to his position, having just been promoted when Terzo ascended to the papacy and left the role empty. He's still not used to holding sermons in front of the entire unholy congregation. Frankly, he gets nervous before he has to stand up in front of any number of people. It doesn't matter if that number is two or two hundred. Hence the panicking and the phone call and the please, tesoro, I need you to calm me down.
You don't mind being a steadying force for him when he needs it. He's been there for you more times than you can count. It only helps that you've been harboring feelings for him since you met.
You sigh and stand from where you've been leaning against his desk and watching him pace across the room. "Copia," you say gently. "It's going to be fine. You teach seminars all the time! This is just like that." "No no no, cara. This is not just like a seminar... this is Black Mass. A Black Mass that people are expecting Terzo to lead. I am going to get up to the pulpit and stutter and freeze." Copia fiddles with his gloved fingers, making the leather creak with the frantic strength of his anxiety. "I can't go, I can't." You step in front of him and grab his hands, prying them apart so you can hold them in your own. "You can, Copia. You aren't going to stutter or freeze or piss your pants."
He huffs a laugh and you smile. "Everyone already loves your seminars, okay? People like listening because you're you, and you're passionate about what you teach."
Copia ducks his head. "People love Terzo."
"Yes, well. I don't love Terzo. I love you."
There's a beat of silence between the two of you. Copia's head lifts up to meet your gaze, and you try your damn hardest not to kick yourself or bolt from his office in shame. You'd been planning to confess, but... not like that.
The corners of Copia's mouth quirk up. "You do?" he asks softly. "Truly?"
"I do," you grin back at him. Your heart flips and pounds against your sternum. Say something, please, anything, you silently beg him. Let me down easy. Anything.
"Amore," Copia whispers. His own cheeks glow a bright red that rivals the shade of his cassock. "I love you, too."
Warmth blooms in your chest at his words. After years of toeing the line, of poking the sleeping bear that is your friendship with him, you know for certain that he feels the same. He feels the same and he is just as nervous about it as you are.
"I'm, eh... not good at this kind of thing," Copia says softly. His hands squeeze yours and you can tell that it's out of habit. That if you weren't holding his hands, he'd be wringing them frantically.
You lean in an inch, your heartbeat thundering in your ears. "I think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me," you whisper. His eyes drop to your lips as you speak, and his tongue pokes out of his mouth to wet his own. He takes a shaky breath.
"Yes... okay." Copia's voice is shaky but there's a shy smile on his face. He leans in the rest of the way but hesitates at the very last second, his mustache tickling your upper lip in just the way you imagined it would. Finally he musters the courage to close the gap, and his lips press to yours so, so sweetly.
It's a simple little thing, but you pour endless nights of pining into it as you kiss him back. You want to tell him that you've loved him since the day you met, that every date or fling you've had since he came into your life has failed because no one else can even compare. You want to ask him when he knew he loved you and then kiss him silly because you have him beat.
Copia gently pulls away but doesn't go far. His breath fans across your cheeks in hot, quick bursts and you know yours must be doing the same. "Amore," he breathes against you, his lips grazing yours as they move. With how close his face is he looks a little cross-eyed, but that only makes him more endearing.
You can't resist, and you lean up to steal another brief kiss. "Now," you say playfully. "This is the part where you go deliver the best Black Mass this Abbey has ever seen." Copia smiles. "And you will be there, yes?"
"Of course. I wouldn't miss it for the world."
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justafewsmallsteps · 8 months
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Inuyasha rare pair of your choice:: 29. A kiss ..."as a promise"
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There were many things Kikyou was forced to lock away during her life; so many feelings she had to bury deep within herself in order to fulfill her duty as the Keeper of the Shikon no Tama. There was no room for self-doubt or sorrow just as there was no allowance for real happiness or whimsy. 
Purity. It was her prison in life. 
But she was no longer alive. 
Walking the earth as a phantom, her partial soul confined to a clay body, Kikyou was no longer shackled to the expectations that had once weighed her down. In her death had been release. 
Freedom. 
All the freedom in the world to do as she pleased, act as she pleased, feel as she pleased. 
For the first time in her existence, she could experience the fullness of life as it had been denied to her before. But to live a normal life was as unattainable a wish as holding an ocean. All she could do now was throw herself into the waters, allow herself to bask in it without fear of drowning. (She was already dead, after all.) 
She was as much unbound to her duty as she was to the rest of society. 
Free to hate. 
Free to love.
Even her idea of love used to be confined to what was allowed. What was appropriate. A husband and children and domestic subservience. Those were society’s standards for a woman. A part of her stilled mourned the loss, but a greater part felt a great triumph to escape it. Now, Kikyou no longer cared for their rules or ethics, for their acceptance or respect. How fickle and selfish were their desires and affections. 
But she could be fickle and selfish too now. She abandoned propriety. She captured what life she could to sustain herself, threw herself into a revenge-fueled quest for justice, beckoned the half-demon to whom she almost gave her heart and left him without explanation. She didn’t need him as a lover anymore. She didn’t need any man. 
And so when it wasn’t a man who piqued her interest, Kikyou no longer buried the feeling, nor did she feel any shame. It wasn’t even difficult for her to wonder why the Wind Sorceress was so captivating to her. After all, she had an affinity for those who craved freedom as she did. A demon. An incarnation of her murderer. Being a woman was laughably inconsequential in comparison. 
And because Kikyou was free to do as she wished, she let herself lean into her curiosity without trepidation. 
For her part, Kagura had the power to animate the dead, but she had absolutely no control over the resurrected miko. Kikyou was an entirely different existence, and one that Kagura approached with caution. While Kikyou always made quick work of Naraku’s wasps, she allowed the Kagura to survey her without care. Why? 
It wasn’t out of fear. If she truly wanted to, the priestess was more than capable enough to overpower the demoness. All it would take was an arrow or two, at least to send her away. But she was able to get near enough, closer and closer until the sorceress practically sat in her shadow. 
(It was oddly reminiscent of another time and another love; a whole lifetime ago.) 
The conversations came with time. Two even-headed women with winter etched into their veins. It turned out they had more in common than they’d expected. A dislike of crowds, a low tolerance for foolishness, and a vice-like grip on their desire to be free. So it came as no surprise that their mutual attraction was largely fueled by an innate, burning streak of rebellion—a delicious defiance against the half-demon that threatened Kagura’s heart and desired Kikyou’s. 
Kikyou could give her affection and time to anyone she chose, and she chose what he saw as his servant. Not him. Never him. 
Their companionship was a secret. Hidden behind barriers and nightfall, Kikyou let herself give in to her own desires. Light grazes eventually had them wrapped up together, and it was under a moonless night that Kikyou stole the first kiss. 
It felt as scandalous as it did liberating—another part of herself that she’d stamped out awoke; rose from amongst the ashes she was formed by. And Kikyou laughed in the wake of its discovery. Oh, how she’d been so blind. All those days staring at the beautiful girls who got to dress up, and she had desperately believed that she wanted to be them. And certainly that was part of it, but it hadn’t been the full story, had it? So she kissed the Wind Sorceress again, and again, and when she felt Kagura relent and respond, it was a triumph. The fire of rebellion gave way to a different sort of heat—the spark of elation, the warmth of fondness—and they both ended up smiling. 
But their circumstances weren’t lost on either woman. 
“What does this mean for us?” Kagura asked, a hand on Kikyou’s hip. 
“Does it have to mean anything in particular?” 
The demoness smirked. “No.” Did she want it to? It was difficult to say. “But I will have to leave in the morning.” 
“What will you tell him?” 
“That I need to keep an eye on you more,” she replied deviously. “That I have no idea what you’re thinking or planning.” 
Another kiss. They were smart women, knowing how to manipulate and keep their secrets close. 
“So you’ll be back.” Kikyou said. A request more than a statement or question. 
“If he permits it,” she grated. It was the best she could do. Kagura was a caged bird, as Kikyou had once been. Even off to roam, she must return back to her keeper.
Gently, Kikyou traced Kagura’s cheek, studying the firestorm of resentment and defiance in her red eyes, so different from her own and yet like a mirror of their hearts. The priestess found herself drawn in by the color, eventually coming to hover over rouged lips. “I’ll destroy him,” she promised with quiet certainty. 
The romanticism of it pulled the sorceress in. In a hot breath she murmured, “I’ll let you,” before closing the gap between them. 
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hah-studios · 10 days
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11 for Fred and Daphne from Scooby Doo Monster Mysteries?
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Wasn't sure what to do for a goofy kiss so ended up referencing that one deleted scene from season 3 of infinity train.
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veloursdor · 2 months
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kiss prompt! "shut up" (affectionately) 🧡
i reblogged it for you, but thank you for sending me a kiss prompt. after ten days of not writing a word, this helped out a lot 🤍
set in padakin days, i don't think i made it as 'affectionately' as the prompt asked for, but i still hope you like it!
(850 words)
“Anakin, shut up,” Obi-Wan said for what felt like the thousandth time, his headache becoming more aggravating as Anakin continued to pout and frown in the corner of their room.
“But, Master…” Anakin said before a glare from Obi-Wan silenced him completely. Anakin crossed his arms above his chest as he slumped into his seat and Obi-Wan fought back the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose in exasperation. 
Negotiations weren’t happening as smoothly as he had hoped, because the longer he tried to charm and convince the Queen of Acteon to join the Republic once and for all, the longer her Majesty ignored him instead, choosing rather shallowly to preoccupy her time and attention with batting her eyelashes at his very young Padawan instead. 
Obi-Wan had had a headache for days, which had nothing to do with Anakin being perceived as beautiful and everything to do with the Queen being focused on everything but the meetings they had to get her to listen. He was growing tired of being away from the Temple for so long, missing the tranquillity of the Room of a Thousand Fountains and the peace it brought to his soul whenever he meditated alongside Anakin, everyone else far away from their reach.
“But, Master, I know how we can…”
“What part of ‘shut up’ is the one you don’t understand?” Obi-Wan asked, exasperated, Anakin’s callous attitude regarding Obi-Wan’s authority grating on his nerves. He knew Anakin was more powerful than him in the Force, something that kept him up at night in his moments of most doubt, but he was still the Master and Anakin was still the young Padawan who needed a Master to guide him.
And both Qui-Gon, and possibly the Force itself, had chosen Obi-Wan to be the guiding hand of Anakin Skywalker.
“Master, but I know…”
“I require at least five minutes of your silence, Padawan, something I’m sure you can give me,” Obi-Wan said in a fake saccharine tone, swallowing the desire to turn his voice mocking as he spoke to Anakin. “Or are you so, so desperate to speak and be heard that you care nothing for the headache I have?”
“I’m sorry, Master,” Anakin said, his cheeks covered by a red blush that blended with his golden skin, “I’ll keep quiet.”
But Anakin Skywalker knew nothing of patience or quietness, and Obi-Wan knew that better than most, for as soon as Anakin uttered those words, their bond began flooding with scattered thoughts of Anakin’s anger towards him.
“I know better… He never listens… I know what the Queen… if only she could… I bet I could get her to...”
Images of Anakin flirting back, albeit abysmally and with no finesse, flooded his mind, with the Queen blushing prettily as she twirled a curl of her hair in her index finger while one of her delicate hands placed itself atop of Anakin’s arms. Obi-Wan’s insides burned with a feeling he wasn’t willing to look closely, and before he knew it he had crossed the room in three strides and pushed his Padawan against the wall.
The Padawan braid hung loosely and fell onto Anakin’s shoulders, and while every other time he looked at Anakin his attention inevitably fell to it, at the present time, with Anakin pressed against the wall and his red lips trapped between his teeth, Obi-Wan tugged at the Padawan braid with force, closing the distance between them before capturing Anakin’s lips in a searing kiss.
He held Anakin’s chin between his thumb and index fingers as his tongue mapped the inside of Anakin’s mouth, licking at his teeth and tongue and swallowing the prettiest moan his Padawan let out. Obi-Wan pressed himself hard against Anakin, and continued kissing him with everything he had.
He separated himself from Anakin when he felt his Padawan clawing at his robes, asking through their bond for oxygen in his lungs. Obi-Wan pressed his forehead against Anakin’s, their breaths mixing together. 
As they regained their breathes, Obi-Wan was surprised to notice that, for the first time since they had become Master and Padawan, Anakin’s mind was peaceful, devoid of any thought, and while Obi-Wan adored Anakin and his brightful mind, he couldn’t help but appreciate how the quietness helped ease his pounding headache. But when his Padawan began making needy little noises, asking Obi-Wan for more kisses, he knew that he wasn’t strong enough to stop himself from pressing a small kiss to the corner of Anakin’s lips.
“I guess if you won’t shut up by yourself, I’ll have to find other ways to keep you quiet when I’m trying to think, my young Padawan.”
“Yes, Master,” Anakin said, looking down at the ground, his cheeks red with embarrassment, as if he truly was an obedient Padawan that listened and respected his Master.
“Oh, Anakin, what am I going to do with you?” he murmured before once again pressing a kiss to Anakin’s lips, an innocent little thing that became more passionate as all thoughts of Queens and treaty negotiations flew out of his mind.
He continued the kiss with the sole goal to quiet Anakin’s mind until his brain no longer had any more thoughts besides Obi-Wan’s name. 
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boldlyanxious · 1 month
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goodbye kiss
for the un bise prompts @maribatserver masterlist
“Ladybug, wait. That’s not what I meant,” Nightwing shouted across the rooftop.
Ladybug turned back just as Nightwing caught up to her. He had to stop suddenly to keep from crashing into her.
“It is exactly what you meant. You just hoped I wouldn’t understand,” she responded, jamming her finger into his chest as she spoke.
He grabbed for her hand but she pulled out of his grasp.
“You are twisting everything. Can we just talk about this?”
“I don’t want to talk. You have made it clear that you don’t see me as a partner or an equal. Talking would just make sure that it was really over.”
She turned to go but he reached out for her and turned her back to him.
“I’m just saying now isn’t a good time. I don’t want to stop working with you, but it isn’t safe for you to be more than that. I need to focus and I can’t do that if I think you are in danger.”
“This is the issue with you. If we are partners then we worry about each other. Now and in the future. Don’t blame the danger for not wanting a relationship. Just tell me it was all a mistake and you don’t want to be with me now.”
Nightwing pulled her close. His hands moved to the sides of her face and tilted her chin up.
He pressed his lips against hers gently, breathing her in. She met him in the kiss for a brief second before she stopped herself and pushed him back.
“I could never tell you it was all a mistake,” he said, pressing his forehead against hers.
“I told you that talking about it would mean that it was over,” she stepped away from him. “I don’t see anything changing in the future, Dick.”
She turned and walked away.
“Wait, how do you know that name?” he called out to her.
She didn’t slow or turn back.
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blackheartbiohazards · 3 months
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47. …out of spite for the ship of your choice.
Chrisker again, then. 😅
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Wesker paced around Chris with his hands behind his back and a smirk on his smug face, as Chris struggled against the tight bonds that held him to the chair.
"You put up a good fight, Chris, I'll give you that," Wesker purred. "I chose well when I picked you for STARS– however badly that may have ended."
Chris glared up at him. "Just what are you planning to do with me, Wesker?"
The former captain of STARS smiled even wider as he reached down and gripped Chris' chin tight, and pressed a kiss to his lips.
"Whatever I want."
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darkheart-darlings · 10 months
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Chris lay in his bed in the facility, letting Wesker curl around him like a cat.
Wesker, now that he was back, he looked so young. He looked just like he did back then, when everything had gone so wrong. Just like when he has been the captain of STARS, and Chris had been his faithful lieutenant.
Wesker looked the same; beautiful and whole, unscarred by the years between them.
Looking at him made Chris feel old, And haggard, monstrous even, like some disheveled beast.
He tried to find the words to tell Wesker how he was feeling, but words failed him, as they always seemed to.
This time, at least, his former captain seemed to understand.
He cupped Chris’ stubbly chin with his hand, and leaned in.
He kissed Chris on the scar across his eyebrow, and the one over his nose.
“Still as handsome as ever, Chris,” Wesker murmured to him. “I ought to be jealous.”
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salamansir · 7 months
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I'm having so much fun over here...
@aquicat @cicerosfavouritelistener @bethrnoora if it's okay with you guys I'll just start tagging you in all my Cicero art XD
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akirakirxaa · 4 months
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standing on your tip-toes, frustrated that you can't reach your lover's lips 💜
[I decided to do this as Gposes, I hope you don't mind. <3 Akirchefant, could be the Haurch Lives AU or the Nothing Bad Ever Happens To Akira AU I did an ask for the other day lol. She's so short compared to him, it was the perfect pairing for this prompt.]
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themidnightghoul · 16 days
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Hellooo!! Idk if you’re still taking the kissy prompts, but can I interest you in (dammit I forgot the number) 18 or 19 “for encouragement” actually whichever number it is, I think think the other was “for luck” and that feels similar with Swisstom? (Swaeon? whichever you prefer to call the bug!)
Godammit this is barely coherent XD
I am always up for writing kissing Ghouls! Sorry this took a minute to get to but I hope you enjoy! And yes, I am actually writing Ghouls go to Disney World because I think we absolutely need to know what kind of shenanigans they would get up to.
“Are you excited, Baby Bat?” Swiss pulled the little Quint against his chest and rested his chin on their head just behind their Nightmare Before Christmas ears they had gotten at the start of the day. “I know you’ve been wanting to ride this one for a long time, right?”
Phantom was silent as they pressed their back against Swiss’ chest, almost like they were trying to disappear somehow. They simply stared ahead and nodded once, which Swiss could only tell due to his chin being on their head. Something was wrong and he felt a lamb of guilt that he hadn’t noticed sooner.
Swiss immediately turned them around, tilting their chin up to look at him and grabbing the ear headband before it fell off of their head, “Hey, what’s going on? You don’t want to ride this one anymore?”
“I do…” they mumbled, tugging at the hem of their shirt anxiously.
“Okay, then we can still ride it. Are you scared?” Swiss brushed their cheek with his thumb, brushing over the scar on their cheek. He loved their scar and had finally convinced them to stop glamouring it away. When they nodded again he smiled softly. “It’s okay to be scared. This is your first roller coaster, Bug, I’d be surprised if you weren’t at least a little bit nervous.”
Phantom whined softly and Swiss noticed their eyes losing their grey glamor, flickering back to the one white and one purple that they normally were. He kissed each eye gently and when they reopened them, they were back to the glamoured grey, a frown on their face. “Swiss…maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Maybe I’m not ready.” They looked down at their feet, fidgeting with their fingers like they tended to do when they got overwhelmed and couldn’t vocalize properly.
Swiss moved them forward in line, still holding on to them. “If you really don’t think you’re ready, we can go. We’ll meet up with everyone else and go get you a snack and watch the parade. But I think you’d much rather ride this, yeah?”
Another whine and a nod and Swiss gently put his finger under their chin, tilting their head up and smiling. He leaned down and kissed them softly, his free hand pulling them in by their waist. When he pulled away, Phantom was blushing and grinning from ear to ear, clearly feeling much better. “Do you think it’s frowned upon to make out in the line to Seven Dwarves Mine Train?” They whispered, looking around to see if anyone was staring.
Swiss laughed at Phantom’s joke, shrugging his shoulders. “Who cares. It’s the most magical place on Earth or whatever. But right now, you needed a little magic of your own.” He spun them around, wrapping his arms back around their chest. “Now, how about we go see what all the hype is about for this ride, hmm?” He slipped their ears back on their head and stepped them up to the gate.
Phantom tilted their head back, silently asking for another kiss from the Multi Ghoul, who happily obliged. “Yeah, let’s do this, Swissy.”
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