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novelbear · 2 months
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loads of snuggles and hugs - comfortable displays of intimacy 🧸
prompt list by @novelbear
hand holding. hand holding everywhere.
sitting on the other's lap
^ the one being sat on having their arms snugly wrapped around the other's waist
eye contact at all times. even in small conversations. it says so much.
back hugs and everything in between
^ i'm talking the chin resting on the shoulder. trailing kisses from said shoulder allll the way to the back of their neck.
feeding them.
having those deep conversations together (whether it's personal or discussing future plans for eachother)
sniffing their hair and complimenting the scent of their shampoo
one being slumped against the other on a sofa, comfortably having the other's arm around their shoulder.
washing their hair for them
taking off their makeup when they're too tired
showering together
having a hand on their thigh or simply holding the other's hand while driving
massages after a long day
sharing a blanket. snuggled up together.
kissing something off of their face
sharing a drink, spoon, or food in general,
gently wiping tears from the other's face
leaving a peck on the corner of one's mouth.
caressing their cheek with their thumb (i would sob)
one getting something in their eye and the other trying to help by blowing it out (hands on the cheek and everything)
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ogdoadfates · 1 year
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Prompt list: Fluff #2
Like always feel free to use these for whatever~
I am also realizing I have a thing for people doing nice/sweet things while in the rain or while it is raining.
“I hope that in every life, you are there with me.”
“You’re beautiful, you know that right?”
Person A going all out for person B’s birthday.
“What are you doing up?” “My personal heater went away.” 
Person A kissing person B in the rain.
Person A buying person B their favorite snack just because they saw it while shopping.
Person A stealing person B’s sweater/clothes.
Having a tender moment in the early morning.
“I love you doesn’t begin to express what I feel for you.”
Person A helping person B patch up their favorite shirt/sweater/jacket.
Person A noticing person B is getting overwhelmed and helping them out.
Person A helping person B have fun at a party.
Person A and person B accidentally giving each other flowers at the same time.
Person A’s brain short circuiting at how good person B looks.
“I wouldn’t trade you for all the stars in the sky.”
“How are you so comfy?”
Person A falling asleep on person B
Person A noticing person B is cold and giving them their coat.
Person A joining person B in the rain.
Person A telling person B a story to help them fall asleep.
Person A singing person B a song.
Doing each others hair.
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droptheprompt · 1 year
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Pls, can you do first date prompts?
Can do :)
A is panicking about choosing the right location for the first date since they really want B to like them. Little do they know B would go to a knitting lesson if it meant they get to spend time together with A.
B planned a romantic, elaborate date in the park. It rains. Fortunately, A doesn't mind getting a bit wet.
A took B on a walk along the beach. Now sitting in the hospital waiting room with B fussing over A and their swollen ankle, A realises that B might be a keeper.
A decided to take B on a date to sea world, excited about the new underwater tunnel through the shark tank. However, they don't know that B is scared of sharks.
Coming from a wealthy family, B has their standards for dates set high. But maybe A can show them that even a cheaper date can be fun.
A got roped into a blind date by their friends. They don't want a new relationship and plan to make themselves as unlikeable as possible to dissuade any further possible setups. All of that goes through the window when they see how gorgeous B is.
B can't remember ever having such a simple yet sweet date as this one with A.
I hope these were helpful. Take care!
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seaside-writings · 6 months
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Prompt #1,151
"Are you happy?"
"Absolutely,"
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lord-morpheus-ravens · 9 months
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I absolutely adore your work!! Could I request number 4 from the soft fic prompt list? Only if it sparks joy ❤️
Hiya nonny!! Sorry for the very late reply but I've been writing my thesis (and loving it, but it does leave very little room for anything else). Let's see if I can come up with something short and sweet for prompt 4. Neck kisses!
When Hob finally surfaced from his single-minded haze of grading, of poorly hand-written essays (cursive literacy might be the hill he had chosen to not-die on, but it was still a pain in the arse to have to sift through pages upon pages of shaky chicken scrawl) and weakly debated points, the light in the living room had dimmed, and the sofa clung to the shirt at his back like a second skin.
He unstuck himself and stretched, dropping the papers on the glass table before he stood, vaguely fancying a cup of tea, or perhaps a little water. Without bothering with his slippers, he crossed the hall, popping his spine as he went. The flat smelled like rain, clean rain, not the heavy, polluted kind he hadn't quite gotten used to in the 21st Century, and Hob smiled, peering inside the kitchen to find that at some point between noon and whatever hour of the evening this was, Dream had let himself into his home.
It was good that he no longer asked permission.
He was wearing one of Hob's shirts, the dear thing, and the neckline hung low and loose, exposing the smooth curve of a pale shoulder as Dream floated about the kitchen like a particularly sweet ghost, poking inside each and every cupboard like it contained the answers to all the questions of the universe. And he was singing -humming a gentle little tune under his breath, light and thoughtless and so achingly beautiful Hob found himself hovering by the doorway, just listening.
It was somehow at once familiar and unknown, like a half-forgotten lullaby, ancient and new, dotted with the sound of clinking china and Dream's catlike steps, the sound of home. Warmth bloomed inside Hob's chest, wetting his eyes, and his initial weariness fled him like he'd just woken from a long night of deep sleep.
"Hello, Hob," Dream said softly, and though his back was turned Hob knew he was smiling his shy little smile.
Breaking out of his mesmerised stupor, Hob rushed across the kitchen and gathered his lover's thin, unyielding body in his arms, pressed a kiss to the nearest cheekbone and took the honeypot from Dream's hand so they could twine their fingers. "Hello, my heart," he whispered, suddenly overwhelmed with affection for this otherwordly creature who had taken time out of his impossible duties to come and make tea for him. "It's so good to see you."
He reinforced the point by trailing his lips along the delicate shape of Dream's ear, pausing just beneath to touch his tongue to that sweet spot that always took the breath from him. Dream shivered, melting into his embrace, and raised his free hand to pet Hob's hair. "So I... ah... so I gathered."
Already half-drunk on the scent of him, petrichor and sugar and the sharp sting of star-matter, Hob parted his mouth just so and dropped slow, questing kisses along the white line of Dream's neck, so graciously exposed by his own ratty T-shirt (turned an obliging black to suit the wearer's tastes). Dream's blunt nails dug into his scalp at the tease, and Hob sucked a short-lived bruise into the tender skin in retaliation, splayed his palm over his beloved's stomach just to feel it quiver with tension.
"Come here, Dream, dove," he murmured, urging him to turn around so he could lift him onto the counter by the thighs; Dream's lashes fluttered over the ever-wet blue of his eyes, and he went easily, light as a feather, reaching for him arms and legs. "Christ, I'm the luckiest bastard in the universe."
Dream's huffing chuckle faded into a whine as Hob set his lips back over the curve of his throat, worrying the skin with his teeth. "I love you so much, sweetheart."
Throwing his head back to meet him with an arched spine, Dream folded himself around him and hung on, digging suddenly-boot-free heels at the small of his back. His cool hands fluttered restlessly about his body, finally finding purchase around the strands of his hair. "The tea," he panted, rolling their hips together even as he lifted Hob's face from the cradle of his neck. "The tea will get cold."
Hob cupped the dear face with gentle fingers and kissed his open mouth softly. "I will drink it cold," he promised. "And I will love it."
I hope you liked it!! It's a bit spicier than my usual, but the prompt WAS neck kisses, so...
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{HighSchool Girl Lesbian Prompts}
"B" loves taking photos "A" likes being in them
"A" is trying to help "B" study but all "B" wants to do is cuddle
"A" and "B" have the clubroom all to themselves
"B," thinks she is super discreet about her feeling for 'A" but "A" knows all about it and finds it cute
Dancing together on prom night ignoring the looks
"A" loves writing. she writes letters to her girlfriend every day despite the two of them having phones and not living very far from each other
"A" wants "B" to hold her hand while walking to school but doesn't know how to tell her
'A" and "B" are back to school shopping together
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novvasdreamscape · 2 years
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sweet prompts 🍪🍩🍨
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- b was having a bad week and forgot to buy their favorite ice cream. “why are you moping around?” “im out of ice cream.” “no you’re not, check the freezer.” a bought b’s favorite ice cream.
- “mmh, that smells good. what are you making?” “cinnamon rolls, want to help?”
- b doesn’t have a sweet tooth but if a wants to go and try something sweet, b offers to try with them, no matter the time.
- “stop eating the frosting, it’s for the cupcakes.” “i can’t help it, it’s soooo good.”
- “why does it smell like… (type of cookie)?” “I made some.” however, some turns out to be enough cookies to cover the counter completely. [that alliteration tho!]
- b needs money for a new laptop and a starts a bake sale to help.
- “can we go and get doughnuts?” a’s niece/nephew asks. a left for a moment and b was in charge of watching the child. “sure, let’s go.” [this could go many ways]
- long distance relationships don’t work for everyone. as a result, b and a broke up but one day they accidentally meet each other at a café.
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promptspa · 2 years
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Random prompt #37
"Do you believe in soulmates?" Villain asked softly, sitting beside the hero on the side of the rooftop. "I don't," Hero shook their head, kicking out their dangling legs and watching the street down below. "I doubt I would have time to spend with one, anyways." "Maybe I could change your mind?"
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queen-scribbles · 1 month
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31. Catching the other before they fall
A wild Bry + Jonas appear to banter and flirt, with a dash of mild peril just for funsies \o/ ---
The wind cutting across the ridge made conversation difficult, but Briyoni had never been one easily dissuaded from sharing her opinion. Even by the weather.
"Why are we here?" she groused, staggering as the sand under her feet shifted.
"Because joint operations are fun," Jonas said glibly and not for the first time. "Also b'cause they know we make a good team, and we both have prior operational experience on Tatooine."
Briyoni snorted, squinting despite the goggles she wore to cut down sun glare as she peered along the trail. If you even wanted to call it a trail. "Way I remember it, your 'operational experience' was lounging around the spaceport while me'n Jorgan schlepped halfway across the planet to extract your agent."
"Highly editorialized, but you did a great job." There was a grin in his voice that made her want to turn around and bop him. Or maybe shove him down the sand dune. But the less time spent in the sun and heat, the better, so she restrained herself to an eyeroll.
"How much farther?" she said instead.
A brief pause, then, "Half a klick. Hope there's some shade wherever they're expecting us to set up..."
She'd never been one to pass up low-hanging fruit. "What, didn't your operational experience prepare you for this, Balkar?"
"Alright, I deserved that," he laughed, which turned into a cough as the wind threw sand in their faces.
"Sure did," Briyoni smirked, then turned her attention back to walking without falling over. They pressed on in silence for a few minutes, longing for more solid footing, before the wind subsided enough for conversation again.
"Number of Imperial ops you've wrecked out here, I'm a little surprised they're willing to risk this planet again," Jonas commented, drawing level with her to look ahead.
"One thing I do hafta give the Imps, they're persistent," she said drolly. She watched him as he looked between the holomap and the terrain along the dunes ahead.
"I think it's taking us there," he said, pointing to a pair of rock formations towering over the sand and what looked like the shadow of a crevasse.
"Look, shade," Briyoni needled, nudging his ribs with her elbow.
"Hope it's still there when we get there," Jonas muttered. He stowed the holomap and resumed course.
She could see the first tinges of sunburn on his cheeks as she fell in step. "Those pillars are tall enough, bet there's always shade of some sort."
"Tryin' to make me feel better?"
"I'm grumpy enough for two about this op." She wiped sweat off her neck and wrinkled her nose. "One of us should stay optimistic about it, and you're such a cheerful person you're the natural choice."
Jonas laughed. "I mean, a durasteel-clad excuse to spend time with you is all I need to stay optimistic about it, gorgeous. Even when you're bullying me."
"Pfft, if you think this is bullying, you need to talk to Jorgan." Briyoni said with a grin. "I give him way more crap." She tugged him close by the scarf protecting his neck. "I'm nice 'cause I like you."
"What a relief," Jonas deadpanned, so close she felt his chuckle whisk against her cheek. "Here I was worried you didn't. Would've been awkward, with the engagement and all."
"This you droppin' hints for some kind of reassurance?"
"Maybe."
She hummed a laugh, lips just brushing the corner of his mouth. "When we get where we're goin', handsome," she murmured, and stepped back.
"Okay, now that's mean," Jonas complained good-naturedly, but he did pick up the pace toward their goal.
"Call it motivation," Briyoni called over the wind as they drew close enough to get a good look at the designated spot. Plenty of shade, tumbled rocks to shield from wind and sensor sweeps... long as there was a good view of their target, she might have to give the SIS this one.
"Oh, I'm plenty moti-" Jonas' snarked reply cut with an abrupt yelp as the ground gave under his next step, sand sliding into the freshly revealed sinkhole. He teetered on the edge of it, losing the battle for balance as more of the ground cascaded away.
"Jonas!" Briyoni grabbed for his jacket, backpedaling the second her fingers closed around fabric to pull him with her to a rocky section of ground that would--hopefully--prove more sturdy. One of them tripped as they reached it, landing them safe but in a tangle of limbs, him half on top of her.
"Thanks," Jonas managed, breathless from her elbow digging into his ribs.
Briyoni nodded, shoving up her goggles as she stared at the sinkhole. "Well, y'know, would've been really boring to do this by mysel-"
He kissed her. "Bry. Shut up."
"Mhm." She grunted her agreement as she kissed him back, her fingers digging into his hair.
Now that the initial knee-jerk adrenaline and flippant snark-hiding-fear moment was past, she was dwelling on the warnings she'd heard--desert sinkholes swallowing people whole in a blink. No trace, no escape, only slower death was by sarlacc. She'd gotten lucky on her other missions here and never encountered one, but that had been way too close.
She finally pulled back enough to meet Jonas' eyes. "You want me to take point again, babe?"
He nodded, a tad sheepish. "If you don't mind."
Briyoni stole one more kiss before extricating herself and getting to her feet. She could feel a new bruise starting on her thigh from his knee(made them even for her elbow in his ribs). "At least it looks like it's a bit rockier the rest of the way."
"Good." He took the hand up she offered, a little shaky as he raked hair out of his face. "Thanks again for catching me."
"Sure," she nodded, shooting him a wink. "You are quite a catch, after all."
"Ha-ha," Jonas laughed sarcastically, but he still slid his hand into hers as they started off, warily eyeing the ground.
And she didn't blame him when he chose a perch up on a boulder once they were settled in their spot.
Just in case.
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sunshine-gumdrop · 2 months
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The night was unusually brisk, and the city's heart beat with the rhythm of a thousand lives intersecting and parting. Detective Helmut Strasser and Ellie had just exited the precinct, the weight of the case they'd been working on lifted, if only for the moment. Strasser, feeling a rare surge of youthfulness, turned to Ellie with a mischievous twinkle in his eye that belied his age.
"Come on, I'll carry you to the car," he offered gallantly, opening his arms in a gesture that was part challenge, part jest.
Ellie laughed, a melodic sound that danced with the evening wind. "Oh, really? You think you can manage, old man?" she teased, her tone light and affectionate.
Strasser, not one to back down from a challenge, especially from Ellie, leaned down, and with a grunt more fitting of his years, he hoisted her up in his arms. They didn't get far, merely a few feet from where they started, before Strasser's breath became labored, his age catching up to his youthful intentions.
Ellie, enjoying the moment, gently poked fun at his valiant attempt. "What's the matter, Helmut? Did we make it even a block?"
Chuckling, Strasser set her down, his pride undented by the playful jab. "Maybe not a block, but it was worth it to see that smile of yours," he replied, the corners of his eyes crinkling with warmth.
Their laughter mingled, a light moment shared amidst the chaos of their daily lives. Strasser may have only carried her a few feet, but it was moments like these that carried them through the toughest of times, their bond stronger for it.
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nerdpoe · 3 months
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Lucius Fox is in the drive thru for some coffee, and like. He's just. He's had a time, okay?
He's stuck on some equations in regard to the amount of torsion a joint would go through if it's half in his dimension and half in another, and it's driving him up a wall.
He's been up for like forty-eight hours, he's tired, he's thirsty, he just wants a coffee, and also how to solve this dilemma.
He doesn't expect the barista in the drive-thru he's ranting about the engineering issues to actually provide decent feedback, and give him a few alternatives.
So he rushes to the pick-up window, not even caring to order, to look at this godsend of a barista.
It's a scrawny kid with black hair and blue eyes, looking startled. Boy can't be more than eighteen.
He asks what college the kid is going to, or plans to go to.
To his absolute horror, the kid-Danny, according to the nametag-says he can't afford college. That he'd had a stint in highschool where he just hadn't been able to focus, and his parents had spent every penny they had on their own inventions.
So that was why he was a barista; because if he worked there for four years, they would offer tuition assistance.
Which.
No. No no no no no.
Lucius pulls around to march into the store, Bruce Motherfucking Wayne already blearily on his phone.
He is getting this kid, and any friend of his, into college.
If Bruce won't foot the bill, he will.
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novelbear · 2 months
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Character A sees character B in a suit and has a small gay crisis over it? Perhaps? Love your prompts and all that you do!!
haha yes i can! and thank you <3
reactions to seeing them all dolled up 👔
"oh. oh my god."
"we need to go out more."
"woah."
"why have you never worn this out before? you look amazing..."
"you could stop staring now." "oh no, absolutely not."
"wait, where are you going?"
"you, hold on, since when did you, i didn't know you'd look..." "can you finish a sentence, please?" "how do you expect me to think when you look like this?"
"you're quiet. do i look bad?" "no. no, god, no. you left me speechless. in a good way, of course."
"why are you looking at me like that? should i fix something?" "no, you look perfect."
"i've never seen you blush so much. i can't look that good."
"you're staring at me. like a lot." "i am so sorry, we should go. come on."
"wow. just...wow."
"i don't know, i was thinking i should wear the other-" "no! this.. this um, you look great. trust me. this is fine."
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ogdoadfates · 1 year
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Fanfic Prompts: Figuring out you found the one
Yup we going romance again because why not.
While they help you bath your pet
Their making you a flower crown on a picnic date
While cuddling and watching a movie
They purposely do something stupid to make you laugh
They read to you while your sick
While sharing your playlists with each other
While they sing to you
Slow dancing in your home with them on a rainy day
They help you put up holiday decorations
They pick you up after a really hard day even though it’s out of their way
They stand up to your family for you
They get you flowers randomly without purpose
While taking a walk together
While they defend you (or someone else) at a bar/club.
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soupysoot · 6 months
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Nite-mite's t-shirt (Nightwing #98) redraw so we can all join his fan club - don't think DC do this as an official t-shirt so we have to DIY
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Not selling this, anyone can save (click for high res) and get it printed on a t-shirt if they want to ✨ Tag me so I can see it if you do!!
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seaside-writings · 7 months
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Prompt #1,135
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You're just so beautiful,"
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Ghost King Phantom answers a summons to a new dimension to find a sacrificial offering in three magic circles. One, holding Bizarro, another holding Artimus and the one in front holding Red Hood.
Phantom has no idea who these people are, but he knows the people in charge must be powerful mages or whatever. Doesn't matter. None of the mages hes ever had to face had known about his Halfa status so naturally thier wards and protections wouldn't work on him. He captures the kid with a naselly voice and his orange cat in a force field to give to Jazz later. She had been talking about wanting to study the psychology of a supernatural being for a while now so he'd help her out.
He made quick work of the other mages before turning around and facing the "sacrifices" the two in the back were still out cold but the one in front, the one in the red helm was radiating terror and rage. He was shaking even though Phantom hadn't done anything to him and had no intentions to. Danny landed outside the circle, trying to whisper something conforting as he stepped closer.
The moment he stepped into the ring however, the red runes turned into a bright green and the three circles disappeared. Danny didn't feel any different so he assumed it was nothing and he freed the captives before disappearing, none the wiser that Klarion the Witchboy had made a few translation mistakes in the slave contract and accidentally married a terrified Red Hood to Phantom, the High King of the Undead and King of the Lazarus dimension, also known as the Infinite Realms.
Danny probably learns he married that guy at some point but just kinda shrugs it off. Polygamy is legal in the realms and thier marriage doesn't change much. Sure, Danny is practically contractually obligated to save this guy if he's ever in mortal peril but Danny has no problems with that. He'd do it anyway.
So he just ignores the situation hoping it doesn't come up again.
It does.
Repeatedly.
I'm so surprised we don't have more Dead on Main ghost king marriage aus where Jason/the pit inside of him is terrified of Phantom. Let's change that
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