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urfriendlywriter · 2 days
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20 "we are each other's safe place" romance prompts:
(feeling emo now that I'm officially back :') feel free to useee and tag me when yall write!!)
holding each other close in silence
yearning for just one hug after being separated for so so long... </3
"i can't seem to take neither my eyes, nor my mind off of you, [name]." :'')
noticing that bright smile of theirs after you compliment them. [my heart. omds]
them rushing into your embrace after a long day
"let me ask my partner." or,
"oh, my partner at home is waiting for me, i better get going :)"
being ur partner's mum's favorite, hehehe
^ "ma... how come they're getting head rubs from you often while i rarely do?"
sulking to get attention from them and they get cuteness aggression over you (> < my cuteness aggress. for mr. japan goes crazy guys!!)
being you comes easy with them ♡
being emotionally available to one another, and having each other and knowing you're not alone <3
when they're affirmative and expect affirmations from you <communication is the best trope>
cuddling and cozying up together, being all physical but not sexual ツ✰
them wrapping their hand around yours whenever walking together
when it's their smile, that's just enough to brighten your day :')
loving and living and actually looking forward to tomorrow with them,
^ "you make me want to be a better person."
"smile for me" or, "twirl for me" :))
searching for each other in a crowded rooms, finding each other everywhere (this is just love guys, top tier.)
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stasyalovem · 1 year
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helping them get out of the wet clothes.
rolling their lover in a big blanket like a burrito after drying up >~<
"oh, your hair is still wet, come here I'll dry it for you."
"your body is.. freezing..?? are you okay?"
^ one asks, while holding the other so close, hands cupping their cheeks. "of-of course, i am! *flustered* "
one making food, while the other cleans up
cuddling under the sheets and watching warm and comedic movies!
reading a book to their lover as they lay on their chest and listen to it
"your looks so soft now that they've dried." and ruffling it with a smile
@urfriendlywriter thank you for these incredibly soft sweet prompts<3 I couldn't reblog but I really didn't want to lose them so I hope you don't mind me posting them on my page
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fireandfolds · 11 months
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@urfriendlywriter thank you for your writing prompts! they inspire me constantly as i am tackling the 50 types of kisses prompt list.
your fluffy otp prompt lists help me flesh out the little drabbles! i can’t really cite one specific list you’ve made, moreso the general aura of all of your lists and the way you describe people who love each other <3 i really appreciate your work! i enjoy writing because of your prompts.
here is my fic on ao3, it’s fandom-blind. it’s freenbecky sfw fluff, my newest obsession.
here are your lists that i draw inspiration and motivation from:
25 delicate things lovers do
25 small but comforting gestures
20 comforting prompts
20 love prompts
20 loving gestures
20 physical gestures
15 gentle things
15 soft love things
25 affectionate things
spicy gestures
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im-not-projecting · 1 year
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do you ever not like a ship but like its trope? LIKE DOES THAT EVEN MAKE SENSE??? like the trope is TASTY but it's not suited for the characters or it's just not written well
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driftingknight · 10 months
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@urfriendlywriter
Part 1/25
they hold eye contact whenever you talk
"...So I was thinking, if we split up the parts this way, then I'm okay with getting the poster board since you'll be doing most of the printing. And... uh... and..."
I didn't have to look up from the plan I had written on the back of the project worksheet. The stare was heavy, and somehow...sticky.
"Excuse me, I appreciate that you're trying to have eye contact while we're talking, but I'm actually not very comfortable with maintaining eye contact. I hope you'll be okay if I focus my eyes...pretty much anywhere other than yours."
They blinked in surprise and smiled softly, saying some words of gratitude for sharing my discomfort with them and that of course they'd understand.
"Thanks. So.. are you okay with how I split up the project?"
I got some light response of agreement as they leaned their chin into the palm of their hand, crossed their legs, and some mysterious breeze gently ruffled their hair.
Somewhere deep, deep within me, a small flame was lit. Somewhere not as deep, a fire extinguisher was used.
Part 2/25 here.
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Inevitability
Character A & Character B grew up together and found out that they're the only ones who can kill each other, but made a pact that they would only do so if the other started to stray from the right path. As they get older they start to split from one another and that final connection is broken when Character C comes into the picture. Character C grew up in the same situation and has already killed their counterpart, Character D, years before meeting Character A. From previous experiences, Character C slowly starts to convince Character A that Character B will inevitability turn on them so they have to make the first move. Character B hears of Character A's new friend, Character C, and gets a bad feeling so they start to do some research on them and their counterpart. Character B finds the journals/notes that Character D left about Character C and Character B slowly starts to unravel the truth about Character C and their intentions with Character A.
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alittledoozy · 1 year
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idiots in love
inspired by this post, for prompt #11:
"is this destiny?"
"more like you're a creep following me?"
james x regulus, valentine's day, on again/off again relationship, idiots in love [literally] ~1100 words
Regulus should have known better than to assume he'd be left alone on today of all days. It's Valentine's Day, and he should have remembered that Potter takes any opportunity he can to celebrate on a holiday.
It's not even like they're together anymore, is the thing. Potter is racing towards his NEWTs and graduation in a few short months and Regulus...isn't. He'll still be here for another year, alone. "Not alone!" a voice that sounds suspiciously like Barty speaks inside his mind. "So dramatic..."
And so he and Potter, they… dissolved their relationship. Broke up, one might say, so he had no expectations that he'd be accosted on this day devoted to romance. He’s minding his business, heading towards his first class of the day – Potions. It’s a pain, going from the dungeons to the Great Hall then back to the dungeons, but it is what it is. That is, until he’s interrupted. 
“Happy Valentine’s day, princess.” Potter smiles from where he’s leaning against the wall. He’s holding an obnoxious bouquet of flowers, because of course he is. Regulus rolls his eyes.
“Chrysanthemums, Potter?”
“Of course!” he smiles. “They represent friendship, the florist said. She also said they represent well-being, which, considering the last thing you said to me was ‘be well’...”
“Did she also tell you they’re the flower of death? Not really romantic. Kind of insulting, really.” 
He watches Potter’s face fall as he begins to walk away and no…no, Regulus isn’t going to let himself feel bad. Not today. Not for anyone. Not for Potter.
“So, am I to assume you don’t want these then?”
Regulus has his head down as he exits the greenhouses, tugging at the collar, sweating under the unseasonal heat that this February 14th is bringing. He has enough on his mind that yet again, he doesn’t realize he’s about to bump into his ex-boyfriend until their bodies are already meeting. 
This time, thankfully, Potter’s hands are empty. 
“Heading to lunch, Reggie?” he asks, and Regulus rolls his eyes. 
“Why do you care? Are you so devoid of human contact without my brother to follow you around all day?” 
Regulus knows it’s a low blow, but he can’t find it within himself to care (much), especially with his classmates nearby and likely listening in. Unfortunately, Potter isn’t taking the bait.
“It’s Valentine’s Day, gorgeous. I’m not going to be a third wheel when I can be spending time with you.”
“And who said you can spend time with me? Did nothing we talked about last week sink in? I’m diss–”
“Yes, yes, dissolving our relationship, but we weren’t business partners, Reg…”
“We weren’t partners at all. Now keep your voice down.” Regulus hisses, eyeing his passing classmates and hoping no one heard too much. 
Potter just looks disappointed, and for some reason that makes him both sad and angry at once. Who is Potter to come out here, accosting him twice in one day where other people could witness. He storms off, hoping this is the end of Potter harassing him today.
Of course, because his life is a joke, it’s not the end of Potter interacting with him today. He’s avoided him for most of the rest of the day, making it through lunch and afternoon classes without a peep from his ex…friend, or his brother, or any of their other tag-alongs. He’s also successfully avoided all of his own friends, though they’re also avoiding him, especially after his blow up at lunch. They’re so worried about him, Regulus you’re not acting yourself, get over yourself and fix whatever you broke with Potter, tons of other opinions that he just doesn't care to hear right now.
Right now, everyone else is at dinner, the Great Hall decorated in sickening hues of pink and red, floating hearts and sparkles as far as the eye can see. Regulus can’t stand to spend another meal surrounded by so much love, especially when he can’t have any of it for himself. He finds himself wandering the halls, not paying much attention to where he’s going. He should know by now that that’s how most of his Potter-related problems start. 
He almost falls on his face when he stumbles over something invisible on the 7th floor, just as he’s passing the portrait of Barnabas the Barmy and his stupid dancing trolls. 
As he rights himself, he looks down to see Potter pushing himself to his feet, sliding off his ridiculous invisibility cloak. Potter smiles, and Regulus…honestly doesn’t know how to feel anymore.
“Is this destiny, love?”
He scoffs.
“More like you’re a creep following me, Potter.”
Potter has the nerve to look hurt at the use of his surname.
“Technically, you’re the one who just stepped on me.”
“What are you doing sitting on the floor anyway, plotting your next attack on me?”
“Attack? Regulus, really?”
“Yes, really. You’re not my boyfriend, so you don’t need to keep bothering me today.”
Potter just looks sad, folding up the cloak and draping it over his arm. 
“You’re throwing away our relationship for unfounded fears. You can’t expect me to stop loving you after a week of avoiding me.”
Regulus flinches back at the word love, because Merlin, that really is what this is, isn’t it. Love. Why can’t Potter see that what he’s doing is because he loves him?
“Why can’t you see that what I’m doing is because I love you?”
And oh. He didn’t mean to say that part out loud. Their eyes meet across this twice-damned hallway, and suddenly Regulus can’t remember why he’s fighting so hard. 
Potter approaches him for the third time today, hand reaching out to brush back some of Regulus’s errant curls. He feels himself melting into the warm touch that he’s devoided himself of all week. They stand there like that for a few long moments, Potter’s palm sliding down to cup Regulus’s cheek, tilting his face up, up, up, eyes locking once more. 
“Jamie…” he breathes, and Potter smiles softly.
“It’s Valentine’s Day, Reg…let me romance you, at least one last time. And if you truly think it’s better, safer, for us to…dissolve our partnership…then we can talk about it.”
Regulus sighs, looking behind him. 
“Dinner is about to end…where do you suggest we go?”
James breaks out into a mischievous smile, one Regulus has seen far too many times. He truly does love it.
“Believe it or not, we won’t need to go far at all.”
As a door begins to materialize on the opposite wall, Regulus isn’t sure why he’s so surprised. He should have known better, really. James Potter has always been magic.
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nullaria · 1 year
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From friends to strangers, then to lovers. (Part 1)
Ten years. That's how long I've known her. Six of which I've had a one-sided love for her.
I first saw her when I transferred to their neighborhood, and while I wish we were neighbors, I wasn't so lucky to live next door to her. She was learning how to ride her pink, frilly bike in the park across from our house with her dad, and all I could think about was how she could touch the pedals, given that the kid's bike seemed bigger than her.
Our first meeting was when I transferred to their school. I was placed in her class, and she was sitting in front. The teacher introduced me as usual and told me to sit in the empty seat at the back.
When the break came, I remember her approaching me first and telling me my name was meant for boys, which must mean that I was too. I was stunned, not because of her comment but because of how small she was up close and how big her eyes were that one could get lost in them.
"Well, only babies are that small. Does that mean you're a baby?" I responded without breaking eye contact.
It was then that our so-called friendship started. After that, a day didn't go by without her complaining about me and me returning the favor.
Years passed, and we continued our antics. While we've spent almost every day bickering, there wasn't a day where we were separated. It was like the people around us knew we were a package deal. They'd pair us up during projects, our seats would always be close to each other, and we'd always be signed up for the same activities.
Even if I hated being paired with her for everything, she became an irreplaceable part of my life before I knew it.
One day, when we were nine, her parents signed her up for a kid's pageant in the town square. She invited me, of course, not because she wanted me to support her but to prove that she wasn't a baby despite her small stature.
I was so confident in myself that she wouldn't be able to convince me otherwise, but when I saw her walk up on stage, it was then I understood what beauty was.
She looked beautiful despite her childish, pink, frilly dress. Her walk across the stage oozed with confidence no baby could ever produce. The way she smiled, the way she talked, the way. . . She was just perfect.
I didn't want to be like her; I wanted to be with her. I wanted to keep seeing that smile, keep seeing her confidence, keep seeing her.
While I didn't realize I was in love until much later, I knew that seeing her on stage that day made me fall for her.
Fast forward to when we entered middle school, we continued to bicker over the most minor things. For example, she would constantly nag about how I don't care for my appearance while I always pick on her height.
I thought our relationship would always be like this. But all things change eventually, especially in middle school. Girls started to care more about boys and appearances, while boys wanted to look better for girls.
It was also around this time that we started to have different hobbies. I ventured into sports while she ventured into singing and boy bands. Despite this, we remained close and spent time at each other's houses. While I didn't like the makeover she did in her room, sleepovers were still a thing between us.
Of course, I didn't mind the boy band posters and cut-out pictures of actresses from magazines on her walls. I love her smile whenever she sings and talks about how she wants to look when she grows up. What I didn't like was boys started noticing her more and more.
I knew she was becoming prettier as the years passed, but I didn't need the boys reminding me about it and forcing me to introduce them to her.
But I figured I couldn't monopolize her forever.
One day when we were 13, I found her talking to a boy I used to play volleyball with behind the schoolyard. Since the boy left with a massive smile, I could only assume it went well.
I admit that I'm oblivious to most things, but I know what a confession looks like. It is one of the things I've dreamt of doing to her, after all. I've lost count of the number of letters I've written in preparation for the time I finally confess to her, but someone beat me to it.
I don't remember much that year aside from giving her the space she needs to spend with her boyfriend. I wish I could say I was keeping my distance because I'm such a good friend, but I wasn't. Instead, I was bitter, sad, and jealous.
Bitter because she accepted the guy's confession without telling me she was receiving love letters in the first place.
Sad because I had to give her away to some guy who can't even receive a spike properly.
And extremely jealous of the guy who could call her his girlfriend.
But I regret it.
I regret not confessing first.
I regret distancing myself.
And most of all, I regret letting her go.
Halfway through our senior year, she was invited to study music in Europe. She was so excited that her family hosted a party for this achievement. She's always dreamed of singing on a big stage, and the invitation was a big step for her career.
I wanted to be happy for her, but for some reason, I couldn't. All I could think about was how this was godsent for her to follow her boyfriend in Europe, who left earlier that year to pursue his volleyball career.
She must have been pleased about it, so as a good friend, I convinced her to leave as early as possible. The least I could do was let her be with her boyfriend as soon as possible, right? I knew she had missed him since he left.
Okay, that was a lie.
The thought of her leaving to be with someone else broke my heart. I knew it was unreasonable to think she was leaving to be with her boyfriend, but my immature mind always drifted to that idea.
Just when I thought that things could finally go back to how they were when her boyfriend left, knowing that our days together were numbered was too much for me to bear.
And so, she left. She left with tears in her eyes as I waved her goodbye with the brightest smile I could muster.
And that was the last time I saw her. While we communicated as frequently as possible, we slowly grew apart. Not to mention I was scared. So scared that if we continued talking, I wouldn't be able to move on, get over her, and live my life without her.
It's been ten years since she left. I thought that would be the last time I saw her, but I guess I'm still not that lucky.
Today's the reunion for our grade in middle school, and there she is, smiling brightly as she greeted familiar faces with confidence, captivating the crowd with nothing but her presence. Just like all those years ago in the town square of our neighborhood.
Well, it seems ten years isn't nearly enough to make a dent in my feelings for her.
Crap.
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luckyedie · 1 year
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Things that make me fall in love or friends
@urfriendlywriter your prompts made me think of this
1. Thinking that you’re Statler and Waldorf in any public setting, when in fact you’re both just being assholes.
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elfboyeros · 8 months
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Early Mornings
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/// I’ve been off lately, and honestly idk why, but I found @urfriendlywriter prompts, and where my favorite ocs (Indigo and Calvin) is a case of Enemies to Lovers, I am a sad little moth, and I got to write something with the lazy kisses prompt! Tis short, so here we go!
Prompt: lazy kisses in the morning, that starts with a grunt as they pull you closer to them as you try to get up and lazily placing kisses all over face and ends with a hoarse whisper from them asking you to stay.
Indigo Bookstone-Corals is a workaholic, how could she not be! Archmage, magic history professor, head of the magics department, the multiple last of other titles that she has been given that add to her laundry list of things she must do. So even though, Indigo hates getting up early especially on the weekends, she must do what she has to.
Yet, there are those large arms. Yes, those large arms that keep her from moving, but if she didn’t try. Oh, how Mr. Calvin Bookstone-Corals is so strong! Indigo grunted as Calvin pulled her into him once again, her back pressed to his front, his hands resting on her hips.
“Calvin, let go,” Indigo slurred, her French accent heavy as she is still in the haze of sleep, “I need to get up.”
“Do you,” he asked, “it’s… 4:47 on a Saturday.”
“Calvin, I just need to get stuff done let go, please,” Indigo answered, trying to pray his hands from her waist.
Calvin’s hold tightened, whilst beginning to kiss from her temple to her jawbone. She moved around in his arms, laying flat on her back instead of her side being able to get a glimpse of her affectionate husband, “Cal—”
He kissed her, one his hands moving from her abdomen and to her long strains of turquoise and lavender hair of her’s. And if he is going to start kissing her, she not going to stop him, why would she? When he is just… him that loving and caring romantic, that tells her that she’s his one and only, that she is the only person he’ll ever look toward, that she’s always have him no matter what.
“Stay~” he whispered, breathlessly, in the small space in-between them as their foreheads rest against each other, “a little longer, Angel.”
She glanced at the clock, it’s already 5, but now she has the overwhelming want to not move an inch, “Alright,” she sighed, “only until 6.”
He smiles, kissing her once again before muttering against her lips, “how about 7?”
“Don’t push it Gernade.”
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itsfeckinwimdy · 1 year
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10 Types of Kisses
Various LOTR/TH x Reader
Pairings: Aragorn, Fili, Haldir, Kili, & Legolas x Reader (separately).
Pronouns: n/a.
Prompt(s): 10 types of kisses by @urfriendlywriter. You can find her post here. (I used 9/10 of them).
Word Count: 3.4k words (3415)
Warnings: No beta, we die like Boromir. open wounds (Aragorns + Fili's), marriage (Fili's), swearing (Kili's), mentions of battle + death + blood (Legolas).
Tree Speaks: I had a lot of fun writing this but it also went into territory that I'm not particularly comfortable with writing yet so we'll see how this pans out.
Translations: amad - mother, dwarrowdams - a term used for female dwarves.
LOTR + TH Masterlist
Published: 25/02/2023
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1. Aragorn
soft kisses - where they're just lying beside you, hands playing with your hair as they trail tender kisses all over your lips
The two of you were meant to be sleeping of course, but the gloom of the mines made it hard to settle. You supposed that's why he pulled you away from the others slightly, to a spot just that bit further away.
Aragorn was on first watch as usual, having made it his task since the beginning of the journey, and always insisted that the hobbits and Gandalf got plenty of sleep. But with that came the usual knowing looks between the two of you as Aragorn knew his love wouldn't sleep unless he would.
So with that knowledge, and him sensing his love's rising anxiety at being trapped underground, it now brought them to this.
He tilted your head up from where it was resting against his chest, his hand cupping your face. Aragorn brushed a few loose strands of hair off your face from where it had fallen out of place as his own head tilted down towards yours. His hand gently entwined with your other, and he paused in his movements, allowing you to decide next.
You gently reached up, threading your hand through his long locks and gently pulling him down towards you. He pressed his lips to yours, mouth moving slowly, softly, intimately.
He pulled away, your lips chasing after his, a small smile gracing his lips as he pressed another kiss, and then another, and then another to your lips.
the type of kiss where you can't find words to say after, or the ones where your forehead lingers against each other's
Aragorn's horse trotted through helms deep, having just pulled him up from the river bed where if not found, he would've succumbed to his wounds. He dismounted his horse and received a scolding from Gimli before forcing himself up the staircases and into the deep.
Legolas rose from outside the doors, greeting his friend who believed him dead. The elf pulled him into a familiar embrace before pulling back and making a sarcastic comment about the ranger.
The elf turned a small smile gracing his face before yelling the name of a person. The ranger followed his line of sight. It fell on his love, you.
You looked up after the elf who yelled out to you, before seeing the man you mourned for standing with him. Abandoning your stuff, you ran to him, arms thrown over his shoulders and crushing him to your chest as a few sobs left you.
His arms encircled you as he leant his forehead against yours. He didn't care at that point about the mud caking him and he didn't think you cared enough at that point, so it made no odds on whether he was careful or not.
He pulled back slightly, raising his hand to caress your face before pressing his lips to yours. Tears left both of you as his mouth moved languidly with yours.
Aragorn pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. He wanted to say so much to you, fearing that he would never see you again but all thoughts left him as he wished to stay in this moment, longing for nothing but you.
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2. Fili
messy kisses - curly hair, ruffled sheets and half-buttoned clothes as you just want more and at that moment, they're the most beautiful soul to you ever
The sun trickled in through the window, bypassing the curtains that hadn't been fully drawn across the night before. The young (ish) couple lounged in the bed, bodies pressed together as close as they could get with the few layers of clothes still between them.
He tilted your head up to meet his, his lips pressing against yours, moving languidly in the early morn. Fili reached up, hand caressing your courting and marriage braids that were still somewhat intact.
He groaned, feeling one of your hands gripping the hair at the base of his neck and the other slipping under his shirt across his chest.
Fili pulled back, eyes fluttering open to meet yours; your own half-lidded as you drew in a few stuttering breaths. It was a pleasant greeting from your love first thing in the morning, one that you would be against again.
You gazed up at Fili, the dwarf hovering over you, careful not to rest his entire body weight on you. The tressels of sunlight filtered through his hair, causing a glow to shine over him.
His eyes trailed over your face, memorising every detail as if it was the first time he saw you.
kisses on your body ♡ frail kisses on your shoulder! on your lower back, belly and trailing to your neck, collarbones, lips.
A cry of pain left your lips.
Oin pulled the blood-soaked cloth away from where it was pressed tightly against your side. The infection from the arrow had spread, the orcs having laced it with something deadly.
The pain wasn't something Fili wished on anyone, much less you. So he did his best to comfort you whilst the infection ransacked your body. His hands firmly held you, one holding the back of your head, and the other gripping your forearm to stop you from forcing Oin's hand away from the wound he was trying his best to treat.
After Oin had doused the cut in water, trying to flood any dirt that wormed its way in, Fili pulled you closer. The healer moved back to gather some more altheas and cloths, leaving you curled against your prince's chest.
Fili dropped his head down to your shoulder, as your tears continued to douse his shirt - not that he cared as it was covered in sweat, grime, and whatever else from the trip across middle earth - his hand on your head slipping down to the back of your neck, stroking his fingers in what he hoped was a soothing pattern.
He pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder, the fabric of your tunic had been pulled away, cut away for easier access. It would need replacing, he noted, but hoped that it would be enough to cover you until the sun rose again.
Fili continued his ministrations, pressing another kiss further up your shoulder. And then another at the junction where it met your neck. He considered pressing one to your neck, in that one spot he knew made you shiver, but with the way you were sitting in his lap you were already considered improper in public, so he begrudgingly decided against it.
Oin chose to return at that moment, pressing the churned-up altheas against your wound and then tying the cleanest cloth over it. You cried out in pain, more tears falling. It was like someone was driving a burning knife into your arm, over, and over, and over again. The pain rolling in waves.
Fili kept whispering words of praises and comfort, the Kadzhul translations lost in your mind as all you could feel was the pain, and him.
The knot was finally tied on the bandage. Fili slid his hand from the back of your neck to cup your face, pressing a chaste kiss against your forehead before leaning his own upon yours.
I'm here, you're safe now, I love you, the action spoke more words than Fili could find himself saying.
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3. Haldir
lazy kisses as they admire you - fingers delicately trialing your jaw as they kiss your lips
"Haldir," you groaned, leaning back against his chest, head turned up to face him. A smile graced his lips, his eyes locked with yours, shining full of love.
It wasn't often you got to spend a prolonged period of time with your Marchwarden, especially with him being gone for months at a time to guard Lothlórien's borders. So any time you spent with him was precious, even if you knew he would be leaving at the end of it again.
The braid in his hair was loose, albeit from your hands running through his hair earlier, causing him to have a sexy, but dishevelled look. The thought of elves being supermodels no matter what state they were in flashed through your mind again causing you to chuckle slightly.
Haldir raised his hand, letting it linger under your jaw as he delicately leaned down to place another kiss against your lips. Warmth bloomed through you and as his lips moved against yours, all thought about him having to leave again in a few days retreated into the depths of your mind.
You were drunk off the taste of him, off his kisses as he stole your breath each time. And nothing would ever change that.
goodbye kisses - kisses lingering like liquor in each other's lips, bitter but sweet, "I'll always come back to you, love. you're my home after all."
The boats gifted to the fellowship had just finished being prepared and were packed full of provisions to last you a good while.
The thought of having to leave your home again haunted you but not just because it was where you lived. No, because this time you were leaving your love, not knowing when you were to see him again. He was your home.
The Marchwarden was allowed to see his love off, having been granted a week's leave whilst you and the fellowship recovered and stayed in Caras Galadhon, Lothlórien. After you were sent as an emissary to Imladris, Rivendell in the common tongue, and word had returned that you had embarked on a journey to destroy the one ring, Haldir was worried for you.
He knew the history of the ring, as did most if not all elves and was worried about the dangers you may face. He knew that you could protect yourself, having been a sparring partner against you for years, but the worry did not dissipate.
He met you at the shoreline, his hand over his heart in the traditional greeting before he held your hand in his. Sadness filled his eyes as he wished not to see you leave, but knowing that this was a journey you were willing to take.
Haldir leant his head against yours as he fixed the cloak hung around your shoulders, ensuring that the broach was attached properly.
His hands lingered on your waist as he prepared himself to say goodbye again. It was one thing being the one who was leaving, but now that he was on the receiving side for once, he now knew how your heart felt each time he went on patrol. That feeling of not knowing if you were coming back or not eating at his heart.
Your hand on his cheek stole his spiralling mind from his thoughts as your lips pressed against his. A tear threatened to leave his eye as he consumed your kiss like a drug. The fear bubbling in his chest soothing to make way for the love he held for you but the melancholy feeling at having to be parted from you made it more bittersweet than anything.
His lips lingered over yours as you pulled away, his hand raising to stoke a strand of hair back from your face. Haldir wished he could keep you here in his arms but understood the task you had undertaken would not be dropped lightly.
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4. Kili
kissing and realising this is the person you'll always love, you'll always want to touch and snuggle with
Kili didn't think he could hold you any closer than he currently was.
You were practically melded into him, hands gripping tightly to the back of his jacket. The clothing was still damp from the thunderous storm you had walked through, but nonetheless had to still wear.
The terror that shot through him as the thunder giant collided with the mountain, believing that he had lost not only his brother but you as well, was something he never wished to feel again. His hands trembled slightly at the thought.
He shifted slightly, taking some pressure off his shoulder whilst pulling you upwards slightly so you were level with him. The ground wasn't pleasant to lie on, less so on his side, and even less so with damp clothes on, but Kili knew this was the company's best option right now.
Kili rested his head against yours, his eyes meeting yours. He nudged his nose with yours affectionately, giving you time to pull away.
It was something he always did, you noted. Every time he wanted to kiss you but couldn't find the words to say it, or was surrounded by too many prying eyes, he did that. Gave you that tell that allowed you to decide what happens next.
You tentatively leant forwards, tilting your head upwards ever so slightly, letting your lips press against his. There was no rush. No incessant desire to pull the other closer, just him.
Kili moved his lips slowly with yours, savouring every moment that he got with you. Fuck, he loved you. The realisation pulled at his heartstrings more, knowing that he could've lost you today.
prohibited kiss - you're not even supposed to be seeing each other but your hands are on his hair and his hands around your waist, lower bodies pressing into each other as you kiss
Laughter radiated through your body as you were pulled through the endless turns and corridors of Erebor. The stone walls were lined with torches and braziers all lit with fires burning brightly.
To anyone else, it would be a maze, a catacomb of tunnels that unless sense was made of them, would surely lead to your demise. But years of living there had engraved the pathways into your mind, and no doubt Kili's.
His hand dragged you to a secluded corner, himself coming to a halt. He could no longer hear the guards trying to follow the two of you. Pride flooded his chest as he gazed back at you, finally alone with his betrothed.
You were finally able to get a good look at him, now that he didn't have all the dwarrowdams fawning over him. Even if he wasn't "beautiful" by dwarf standards, he was still a prince and would have people trying to gain his favour.
But his title didn't matter to you. Kili did.
And by the creator himself, did you love the way he looked. His hair tousled from the running, and the short beard he was so desperately trying to grow accentuated his face.
But the ceremonial robes that hung to his body? You couldn't resist.
He found himself pushed back, pinned against the pillar. Kili's eyes locked with yours, the same fire of desire within him, burning through you.
Your lips pressed with his, mouths moving frantically with the others. Your hands that gripped onto the front of his robes slid up, trailing up his neck and into his hair, pulling slightly to press him into you more.  A groan left him at a particularly harsh tug before your hand moved to trace his courting braid.
He pulled away, panting, breathless, kissing you again and pulling you into him, arms gripping your waist, hands in his hair, your bodies practically merging into one. If his Amad caught him now, he wouldn't even have to face the scornful looks of Dwalin, he would already be lying in his grave.
But could he let you go? Fuck no.
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5. Legolas
shy kisses - when you're the one pulling them closer, and they nuzzle their face in your crook after the kiss, hands around your waist as their ears get red
You were scared. If anything you were currently lustful, but you were about to fight in a war against ten thousand troops with an army of less than a third of that. So you were scared.
Legolas had turned to where you leant against one of the pillars, choosing to come and check all the fastenings on your armour. He was meticulous and methodical as he went to each and every one, adjusting where he deemed necessary whilst checking it caused you no discomfort.
A soft smile graced your face, as you watch his gentle movements before reaching out to cup his face in one of your hands. A blush, so subtle anyone who didn’t know Legolas would miss it, warmed his face, his head lifting and eyes locking with yours. It was as if he was staring straight into your soul, his piercing grey eyes full of love but fear.
You pulled him towards you, Legolas leaning his head down as his hand held over yours on his face, the other resting gently on your waist. Leaning up, you gently pressed your lips to his. Just once, mind you, the action as tender as possible, letting him come to you.
Legolas leant into you, pressing his lips back against yours, moving at a slow pace. He wanted to savour this moment as much as possible before the two of you walked to what could be your deaths.
ahem.
The clearing of the person's throat sprung the two of you apart, you mentally preparing for the endless stream of apologies to whichever passerby caught you, only for it to be someone you knew all too well.
"Aragorn." You spoke, heavily embarrassed to be caught with your lover.
The ranger looked between the two of you, his face being that awful neutral resting one making it so you couldn't judge his feelings on the matter. Aragorn must have read the panic starting to creep up in you as a teasing smile broke out.
“I have no qualms with this,” he began before looking over his shoulder towards the entrance of the armoury, “but the people of Rohan may not be as forgiving if you are caught.”
He turned on his heel, making his way up the staircase and leaving the two to their devices.
A moment passed and then a chuckle left your lips as a sigh left Legolas’. His head fell to your shoulder as the blush absconding his cheeks spread like wildfire tinting his ears a rosy colour.
At least it was only Aragorn, you mused, If Gimli had found you then he wouldn’t stop teasing your elf.
kisses of reassurance - saying that you're safe, still with them, that your heart is still beating wildly in your chest, that they couldn't get rid of you if they tried, that for some insane reason, you're not dead yet
Your chest heaved, trying to inhale as much air as possible as you sprinted up the mud-soaked hill. Aragorn had yelled for the soldiers to retreat into Minas Tirith and you were making your way as fast as you could until an arrow pierced your shoulder.
The doors were closed and sealed as you entered alongside the last few stragglers, a resounding bang from the wood hitting the stone frame. The room spun on its axis.
The throbbing pain in your arm continued, each ebb seeming stronger which was probably due to the adrenaline wearing off. Maybe you should've stayed fighting, it surely couldn't hurt as much as your arm did, you thought as your uninjured arm reached out to hold yourself up against the wall.
Giving up on keeping yourself upright, you slid falling somewhat ungracefully to the floor, blood dripping from your wound and soaking your sleeve. It was funny how much damage one arrow could cause.
You blinked.
The sun had risen, and from where you could see it, it was around mid-morning. Your eyes focused and you could see a worried face in a sea of platinum blonde hair. Legolas.
Ignoring the sound of the elf’s worry, you pushed yourself up into a seated position, as he gracefully knelt down next to you. His hands mindlessly moved to cup your face, as he had to pull his eyes away from your crudely bandaged arm. The arrow had been jagged and cut more as it pierced you, causing more blood to be lost.
Your hand covered one of his as Legolas moved to press his forehead to yours.
“I'm okay,” you whispered, breaking the silence between the two of you. Your thumb stroked the back of his hand absentmindedly, as you tilted your head up, meeting his lips with yours. It was one of desperation, longing and fear. A shuddered breath left you as the two of you broke apart.
“We’re okay.”
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urfriendlywriter · 5 months
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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!)
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thegreatwicked · 2 months
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Writing Resources
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I'm back to working on more Obi-Cress and after finishing Padawan I needed to gather my thoughts and some resources because there are only so many ways to describe a kiss! Anyhow, wanted to put some of the great resources I've found across Tumblr here to share with you guys! Happy writing!
Writing Tips
How to Show Emotions @creativepromptsforwriting
Advice for Writing Relationships
The Smut Writers Dictionary @maybeeatspaghetti
How to Write Fight Scenes. @reachartwork
How to Write Smut @urfriendlywriter
6 Steps to Writing Better Sex @chaoschaoswriting
The Ultimate Masterlist @a-cure-for-writers-block
Smut Thesaurus @prurientpuddlejumper
Show Don't Tell @modifieduchiha
How to Give Personality to a Character @bookished
Show, Don't Tell @lyralit
Words to Use Instead of Said @slayingfiction
Useful Websites for Writers @nakajimeow
Rare English Words @er-cryptid
Character Flaws by slayingfiction
Emotions in Writing @mems-sama
Little Romantic Gestures @jaylaxies
How to Go from Daydream to Draft by @endlessburningdarkness
Good Traits to Bad by @writers-potion
50 Questions for Your Characters by @3hks
Writing Help by @nsk96
Writing Resources by @1one2two3three4four
Writing Prompts
100 NSFW/Smut Dialogue Prompts a-cure-fore-writers-block
Blossoming Romance Writing Prompts @eloquentmoon
Flirty Prompts URfriendlywriter
Touch Starved Prompts @jasminesfury
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certified-ni-ki-lover · 4 months
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🤍🧸💌 Prompts & Dialogues💌🧸🤍
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🤍🧸💌 Prompts💌🧸🤍
Forced to share a bed
Wiping food from the corner of their lips
Sharing headphones
Shyly holding hands & placing them in their pockets
Pretending to be their date for an even
Absent-mindedly playing with their hair
Running into their arms
Play fighting
Sleepovers
Sharing a blanket
Pinky promises
Pillow fights
Falling asleep on the other’s shoulder
Misunderstanding
Rage Room date
🤍🧸💌Dialogues💌🧸🤍
“I know you feel what I feel”
 “Everything reminds me of you, it’s driving me insane!”
 “Is that a line from the book you’re reading?”
 “Is that really all _____ is to you?”
 “Do it again please”
 “Love, don’t hide your face”
“Can we always be this…..close”
“Why are you so obsessed with me?”
“I like you way more than my urge to hate you”
“Why are they always around you?”
“Stop saying we’re fake.” “Isn’t that what we are though?”
“Don’t look at me with those stars in your eyes, love, it’s doing something to me”
“You know……that smile suits you”
"Do you look like I'm joking around right now?"
"Your lips were made to be kissed, let's not let them be wasted"
Requests are OPEN 💌
MASTERLIST
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Credits to @urfriendlywriter got all the ideas from their amazing blog :)
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niki-phoria · 6 months
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pairing: leon kennedy x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: angst word count: 729
includes: implied re4 leon, leon cries, so much angst
a/n: inspired by this prompt list by @urfriendlywriter and this post by @rishiguro !! i'm debating making a part 02 of this where reader survives if anyone's interested
warnings: lots of blood, mentions of death
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“no, no, no,” leon whispers. he all but falls to his knees beside you, desperately pressing his hands against your torso. “come on, stay with me.” 
“leon?” your voice is raspy and strained as you force the words to leave your lips. squinting up at him, you can just barely make out his blurry figure hovering just over you. “lee-” you choke. 
“shh, don’t try to talk,” he whispers. “it’s okay. i’m here. just… keep your eyes open for me, okay?”
blood seeps through the thick fabric of leon’s gloves, staining his fingers a deep red. he moves without thinking; his heart beating violently in his chest reminds him of his own mortality as he rips his shirt and harness off.
leon’s hands tremble as he balls up the fabric of his t-shirt before pressing it against your wound. a low groan of pain escapes you at the contact. your hand instinctively reaches up to wrap around his wrist, though you don’t make any real efforts to pull away from him. 
“i’m sorry,” he whispers. his eyebrows furrow as he racks his brain in an attempt to remember his first aid training. tears blur his vision before he blinks them away to focus on the task at hand. “i know it hurts. just look at me. just keep looking at me.”
your eyes flutter shut for a second before you force them back open. the world around you spins. you can feel your own heart beating violently against your chest walls - desperate to keep you alive. “leon,” you choke out once again. blood pools in your mouth with each strained movement you make. your chest shakes as you cough uncontrollably. 
“don’t speak,” he whispers. his eyes flicker from your chest to your face. “it’s okay. don’t try to talk.”
you squint up at him. a shaky breath leaves your lips before you do your best to softly smile at leon. “i- i love you.”
the words sound more like a choked groan when they leave your lips, but you hope the message comes across nonetheless. you shudder as another, shallower breath escapes you. black spots begin to appear in your vision. 
leon presses down on your chest even harder. a hiss of pain escapes your clenched teeth. “stay with me,” he whispers. “y/n, please stay with me.”
your breath hitches in your throat. the black spots spread until they all but overtake your entire field of vision. before you know it, the world slowly begins to fade away. 
“y/n, come on,” leon mumbles. bloody hands reach up to cradle your face. his name leaves your lips like a prayer. like if he hopes enough he’ll be able to save you. 
tears roll down his cheeks in waves before he realizes. it feels like it’s been years since he’s cried. at least not like this. his throat burns as choked sobs escape his lips. the world seemingly falls apart around him. 
“please don’t leave me,” leon whimpers. his voice cracks as much as his heart does. each beat of his heart is more painful than the last. “please… i need you. i need you here with me.” 
you don’t move. your hands don’t shake from fear. your eyes aren’t squeezed shut in pain. leon sobs. you look so peaceful. death is peaceful, he supposes. in the golden haze of light and heaven or the dark nothingness of the empty there’s nothing else than can hurt you. no more monsters to jump out from behind corners and litter your body with even more scars. no more sleepless nights spent desperately trying to fight off any new nightmares. no more worry. no more agony.
guilt racks through leon’s body. you look so peaceful, but a selfish part of him wants you back. wants to keep you alive despite the suffering of life. wants to feel your heart beating when he falls asleep on your chest or your fingers tangled in his hair after a tough day or the warmth of your fingers as they gently massage the tension from out of his back and shoulder blades.
leon’s entire body shakes in anguish. leaning down, he presses his head against your chest, desperate to feel your heartbeat. a breath. anything.
“please…” he repeats. kneeling down on the cold concrete ground, crading your limp body in his arms, leon’s prayers go unanswered.
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driftingknight · 10 months
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Part 2/25
they love when you wear their clothes
"...Why are you smiling like that?"
They continue smiling at me, shrugging off my question.
Our project finished, but we worked so well together we continued being project partners. Work became much smoother once we got used to each other's strengths and weaknesses. Academic strengths and weaknesses. As a person, they still remained a mystery to me.
"Are you almost done with that part? Oh, actually, here, let's join this one with..." I reached out to get the piece and a simple nice fragrance wafted from my sleeve, "..this one."
They continued working and the conversations of other people working in the computer room also continued. The air conditioning continued to do their job of keeping devices cool. The sweatshirt they lent me continued to provide me warmth and calm my goosebumps.
All the while, they continued to look at me, smiling the way that they do.
The sweatshirt was doing a good job keeping me warm, it might even be a little too warm.
I'll bring my own sweatshirt next time.
part 3/25 to be written.
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