#100 kisses prompts

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

53 from 100 kisses list with tom

53. tucking a strand of hair behind your lover's ear

That got so confusing to write! Too many Toms.

send a number from this list and I'll write a blurb

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You were on stage for a panel with your co-star Tom Hiddleston, promoting the upcoming Thor: Ragnarok. Chris was supposed to be there too, but his flight had been cancelled because of a storm, which left you and Tom alone for the panel.

''A Loki movie? I wouldn’t be opposed to that.'' Tom turned to you. ''Would you want a Loki movie?''

''Why not? I think it would be interesting to see more of Loki. So far, all movies from the MCU have been about the heroes. I love them all, but I think it would be cool to make a movie about an antagonist character. And, I'm not saying this to flatter Tom, but Loki is the superior brother,'' you answered, making the crowd cheer loudly in agreement.

''Marvel, do you hear that? It's what the fans want.''

''As long as I get to be part of it,'' you added with a smile.

The interviewer moved on to the next question, which was for Tom.

While you were listening to your co-star's answer, you noticed some heads in the crowd had turned to the side of the stage. Some of the fans had began whispering too, which woke your curiosity. You turned around to check, your movement causing Tom and the interviewer to do the same, and caught sight of your other Marvel co-star - and boyfriend -,Tom Holland, sneaking on stage.

He went over to Tom - Hiddleston - and hugged him from the back of the couch. The elder Tom clapped the back of his shoulder with his free hand, returning the affective gesture.

Then, he moved to you, but Tom didn’t settle for a hug, he kissed your cheek, which made the crows erupt in screaming and cheering and cooing. 

''Ladies and gents, friendly neighborhood Spiderman,'' the interviewer introduced. 

Tom grabbed a mike from the back of the couch and sat next to you. It was a little bit of a squeeze since it was a two-seat couch.

''Hi guys!'' he greeted the crowd, a big smile on his lips. ''My photo op has been pushed back, so I thought I'd come bother you guys.''

''Get out, this is not your panel,'' you joked, trying to push his off the couch. 

Tom laughed, but didn’t budge. Instead, he reached out and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. The small but loving gesture will without a doubt be turned into videos and gifs on social media in the next hours.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland imagine #tom holland x y/n #tom hiddleston #100 kisses prompts

[corruptimles]

#serireiweek2023 day 7: official art/confessions

What if they were co-workers....

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #serireiweek2023 #serirei #serizawa katsuya #reigen arataka #I dont have a drawing tag #realized i never actually drew a kiss so they get one for the final day #based on official art; /could/ be confession idk lol #prompt I struggled w the most so thanks buster for helping

[cryscendo]

So, Kurt Hummel, my amazing friend, my one true love, will you marry me?

@giftober 2023 | day 23: hands

#giftober2023 #glee #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #100 #my stuff #my edit #gleeedit #kehedit #bdaedit #klaineedit #blaineandersonedit #kurthummeledit #episode: never been kissed #episode: original song #episode: the first time #episode: michael #this prompt seemed obvious for them

[hawkins-losers]

Morning kisses | Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie doesn’t get what he wants this morning

Word count: 0.5k

Request: Kiss 58 with Eddie <3 (58. playful kisses, such as, ‘‘i’m not going to kiss you.’‘ ‘‘why?’‘ ‘‘because if i do, i don’t think we’re getting out of bed today’‘)

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Mornings where you woke up next to Eddie and you could just laze around until noon were the greatest. The ones where you had to pull yourself out of bed, forcing yourself away from the warmth of his body and the comfort of his arms, and put on your work clothes were not so great.

This morning was one of those.

Eyes closed, you felt Eddie’s finger on the bridge of your nose, delicately tracing your features while you slept - or so he thought. He was trying to not wake you, but you had been for at least half a minute.

It didn’t take long for your nose to betray your cover, scrunching from the tickling feeling.

Eddie stopped his movement, noticing you scrunch your nose. ‘’You little minx, you were awake this whole time,’’ he said in his low, scratchy morning voice.

You began giggling softly and opened your eyes, catching Eddie’s doe eyes looking down at you. 

‘‘Not the whole time,’‘ you corrected. ‘‘Just long enough to know you were staring at me in my sleep.’‘ 

‘‘I was not-’‘ he began to defend, but you cut him off. 

‘‘You were.’‘

He laughed, propping his head on his elbow so he could see your face better. 

Under his leather jacket, ripped jeans and Bon Jovi haircut, Eddie had a heart of gold and you felt the luckiest to call him yours. Especially when he was in his sleepy, morning state, bare of his chunky jewelry and other layers, exposing all of his tattoos and insecurities.

You stuck your tongue out and brought a hand to his chest, tracing the thick outline of the strange, horned creature right over his heart. You didn’t know who this creature was or if he drew it out of his imagination, but it was weird and perfectly Eddie. 

Without warning, he wrapped his free hand around your wrist and pulled you against him, making you fall right on top of him with an amused laugh. He went for your lips, wanting his morning kiss, but you dodged him and fell back against the pillows.

Eddie chased after you with a soft whine, towering over you. ‘’I want a kiss. Give me a kiss.’’ 

You shook your head, tight-lipped. ‘’I work the opening shift. No kisses for you.’’ 

He held a hand over his chest, as if you had planted a dagger in his heart. ‘’You’ve wounded me.’’ 

It was hard to resist his dramatic antics. You almost gave in and kissed him, but you knew better. With Eddie, one kiss was never just one kiss. 

Honestly, you were no better. Once your lips are on his, you lose track of time, lost in your bubble of love. Lost in your own world. The next thing you knew, you were late for work.

‘’I’ll kiss you then,’’ he decided.

He kissed your cheek, then moved down to your jaw, and back to the corner of your lips, making you beam and wrap your arms around him, wishing this moment could last forever.

God, you hated leaving so fast in the morning.

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Taglist: @broadway-or-noway @violetsleftfist @thelaststraw3  @cursedandromedablack  @Slashersimpfor  @savagejane1  @wh0reforbucknasty  @eddiemunson-slut  @slvdsjjk​  @hehehehannahthings  @dreamdancers-world  @grace-loux  @iamharrystyleslover

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things s4 #eddie stranger things #100 kissed prompts

[owl127]

Prompt: Canonverse, Clexa talking about what it was like living in the sky. Clarke talking about her time in solitary and before that. Then came the inevitable topic of what Earth looked like/what does it look like living on the ark. Clarke tries to explain the beauty but also the loneliness of the view of Earth and stars, which is quite unfathomable to Lexa. So Clarke paints one to show her.

I haven't seen a fic where Clarke paints the Earth. I think there should be one.

It was not yet morning when Lexa awoke. She stretched, an unguarded sound scratching her throat as she blinked, hands threading over cold fur. She rubbed sleep from her eyes, a yawn pushing her jaw as she wrapped gray fur around her naked body. She padded over the cold stone of Polis Tower, her movements careful and silent, like the wolf whose pelt now covered her shoulders.

Clarke's shoulders moved with the gliding of a pencil on paper—back and forth, back and forth. Darkness spilled from Clarke’s hands, touching every corner of the drawing. The scratching sound of charcoal slowly fading away on crude paper stopped as Lexa approached her lover from behind on her tiptoes to peek beyond a blonde mane of bed hair. Through the darkness, pinpoints of light broke into view under Clarke’s smudged finger, surrounding a detailed circle off-center.

Like Clarke, it was beautiful. A mesh of black and white, asymmetrical shapes like separated pieces of a puzzle.

"What troubles your mind, ai hodnes?"

Clarke froze and splayed her hand on her chest, her fingers leaving dark stains on her chemise. "You scared me," she whispered, her eyes round with surprise.

"Moba. I’m sorry." Lexa pointed at Clarke’s fur-lined chair with her chin, and Clarke nodded, scooting to the side so two people could fit; Lexa didn’t bother, half of her weight landing on Clarke’s lap, who breathed an oof. Lexa squinted her eyes, and Clake tightened her lips. Clarke made to put her drawing on the side, but Lexa reached for her hand.

"What is it?"

"It’s Earth. Graun."

Lexa looked at Clarke and at the drawing, and they both shook with Clarke’s chuckle. "As if seen from space," she completed, and Lexa raised an eyebrow. "I loved to watch it."

Lexa leaned closer, resting her head on Clarke’s shoulder. Clarke spread the fur over her legs and welcomed Lexa to snuggle into her chest. Lexa sighed, content, and waited. Clarke kissed the top of her head and nudged her nose into soft curls.

"There was not much to do when I was in the sky box. Prison," she amended, and Lexa tightened her hold on Clarke’s waist. She knew of the way Arkadians treated their young in the sky—the prison, the deaths. It amused her that some sky people accused grounders of being ruthless when they also killed their offspring without a thought.

"But I had this tiny, tiny window that most of the time would show more of the station, but every 72 hours, when it rotated just right and Farm Station wouldn’t be on the way, I could see it. I could see Earth." There was a pure, raw joy in Clarke’s voice, warming Lexa’s chest. She could hear Clarke’s heart beating against her face, steady and sure. She closed her eyes.

"I loved to watch it before… before they locked me away. Dad used to talk about it—the trees, rivers, and mountains. I wish he could have seen it." The heart under Lexa’s careful watch sped up in grief, and she kissed one exposed collarbone. "When we landed... I don’t know if you ever had a dream come true, Lexa, but that was how it felt. Seeing Earth, with all its green and life, was a dream coming true." Lexa’s kiss lingered on freckled skin, her way of saying that yes, she knew how that felt. A blush blazed across Clarke’s cheeks, pink and spreading.

"How was it? The sky?" Lexa whispered, hoping to bring joy back into Clarke’s voice.

"There was a rule for absolutely everything. You could achieve much, but never freedom."

"Not very different from the life of the natiblida."

Clarke’s kiss on Lexa’s head lingered. "No. The way I remained sane was to think about the earth and to watch it from the sky." She motioned to the drawing, and Lexa touched the corner of the paper with a curious finger.

"But you couldn’t see anything from there."

"That was what made it more beautiful. The mystery, the stars"—Clarke points to the faded points in the darkness of space—"the freedom I had was in imagining Earth."

"Do you miss it?"

"No." Her mouth feathered Lexa’s neck, and the tip of her nose met where the fur covered Lexa’s chest. "It was beautiful but lonely. I’d rather die down here than admire Earth from afar ever again." Lexa shrugged the fur away, her head falling back so Clarke could explore the warm skin. The crinkling of paper joined Lexa’s sighs in the quiet room, Clarke’s fingers closing on both her drawing and Lexa’s thigh. "A dream coming true," Clarke whispers into a blushing ear.

"Klark."

"Heda." The word caressed Lexa’s neck, hot and wet. "I regret many things since leaving that prison, but this," she said, her tongue following the lines of Lexa’s neck with the same care she used to create the lines of her art, "is something I don’t regret."

Lexa accepted the kiss with an eager mouth, opening herself to Clarke. "You." The air between their faces was heavy and humid, and Lexa shifted on Clarke’s lap. "You were my dream coming true. I may not understand the loneliness of prison, but I understand the isolation of leadership, Klark."

"From all the marvels I’ve seen on Earth, you’re the one that keeps surprising me."

Lexa ignored the heating of her face and chest, instead straddling Clarke’s waist. The pelt slid down her skin, revealing the soft marks Clarke had left the night before. A small smile touched Clarke’s lips at the sight, and her fingers, smudged and calloused, traced the path she had craved on olive skin.

"I’m not alone when I’m with you," Lexa confessed, her lips searching for another kiss.

"And you’ll never be alone again," Clarke promised.

The first rays of the sun touched the open curtains, along with the singing morning birds.

#ask the owl #drabble #prompt #clexa #clexa fanfic #the 100 #soft #some kissing because why not #let lexa kiss her wife while naked #\o/

[starcrossedsoulmates84]

So many possibilities 🥰🥰 for this week's @galladrabbles prompt: Tease from @gallawitchxx

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Ian broke away from the kiss and watched as Mickey looked at him with hooded eyes, “Why’d you stop?” he murmured as he leaned back in.

“You…really love kissing,” Ian said, as if he’d just had an epiphany.

Mickey bristled, “Fuck you’s what I like.”

Ian chuckled as he leaned in to brush his lips against Mickey’s, “’s okay, Mick. You can admit that this right here,” he teased a kiss against Mickey’s lips, “is what gets you off.”

“Fuck, Gallagher, stop teasing,” Mickey whined. 

“Tell me,” Ian whispered against his lips. 

“Fuck…okay, fine, I fucking love it! Happy now?”

#galladrabbles #gallavich #100 words #Ian x mickey #mickey LOVES kissing #prompt: tease

[elismor]

Recent Fic Omnibus

I'm so close to 100 drabbles...I can taste it!

Starting Line 3rd 52 Pickup Prompt, written for @cacodaemonia. The one where Flood and Waxer meet.

Great Expectations bite sized spice for @catbuir The one where Rex and Gregor have some fun (drabble)

Out of the Blue A kiss prompt collaboration with @cacodaemonia The one where Waxer and Boil kiss in public (triple drabble)

Vode An 4th 52 Pickup Prompt, written for @seascribbling The one with Fives, Hardcase, and a tubie (3 drabbles)

A Complex Finish A kiss prompt drabble for @catbuir. The one where Cody kisses Wooley.

Home Remedy And another kiss prompt drabble for @cacodaemonia. The one where Numa makes it better.

#fic omnibus #tcw fic #100 drabble challenge #captain rex #captain gregor #waxer/boil #waxer & boil #arc trooper fives #clone trooper hardcase #kiss prompts #52 pickup #i was done writing fic #and btw? #i'm calling cody/wooley cohawk and you can't stop me

[polutrope]

Elwing/Earendil, 3

Thank you! From the kiss asks. On AO3.

3. ... goodbye.

Elros and Elrond, who were enlisted to help prepare Vingilot for her voyage, chase each other around the ship. Their laughter erupts into shrieks of delight, their bare feet stamp over the white timber. Elwing’s eyes dart between them with instinctive concern, watching that they do not trip over the rigging or go barreling overboard.

Eärendil catches her eyes and grins. The morning light bleaches out the lines of care that have begun to mark his face in recent years, even as they mark hers. He is awash with the glow of youth, and Elwing is reminded of a boy of eleven assisting his father aboard Eärrámë with such confidence and such enthusiasm that she had thought for the first time, ‘I want to kiss him!’ and then looked away at once, alarmed but excited by the notion.

It was several years before she did, but since then there have been countless kisses. An hour ago in their bedchamber, they shared a dozen more, as he assured her between each one that it would not be their last.

#elwing #earendil #starwing #prompts #kiss prompts #already broke my rule of keeping it under 100 words #but close! #I just love them a lot

[thedeafprophet]

PROPHET I EXPECTED A DRABBLE NOT 1K WORDS SJAKQNENLSNWNLEKDNKDLMSNWLW

Above and beyond

I CANT KEEP THINGS SHORT I'M SORRY

i cant just WRITE THEM KISSING! I have to set up the why and when, yknow adkfkglglkj

#ive got 250 words started on another prompt and 100 on one other one. no neither kisses have been writtien yet. help #i got like 500 words and hadnt even written the kiss yet i was like “hm. welp” #akdkdfkkfgkhkhj #asks

[wtfuckevenknows]

Tarlos and #37 for the kiss ask 😘

I regret reblogging this prompt list but here's a little drabble for you, that should probably focus more on the kiss but this is what my brain came up with 😂😘 (I am allowed to call this a drabble @rmd-writes because it is exactly 100 words, be proud of me 😂)

37: a kiss without motive

TK had been feeling for Carlos' pulse whenever they were cuddled close, holding hands. His thumb kept caressing his wrist, stopping every now and then right where you could feel the pulse in the radial artery.

Carlos wasn't even sure TK was consciously doing it. He hadn't said anything the last couple of days, but tonight he brought it up. TK let out a shuddering breath, looked up at him with wet eyes.

He settled back against Carlos' shoulder after a long kiss, before raising their intertwined hands to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to Carlos’ pulse point.

You can find the other prompt fills here or on ao3.

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

#oh look #words!!!! #who knew I had those?! #me? writing? what a concept #i had to rewrite sentences like 5 times to make it exactly 100 words #but I was determined to make it an actual drabble #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic #kiss prompts

[galladrabbles]

hello drabblers! this week’s prompt is…

✨flood✨

i can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with! sending love to you all! 💛

Standing On the edge of a new week At the start of a new prompt Shouting love at the fandom

Back then Mr and Mr Gallavich were like cavemen But they mapped the moon and the stars Then they forgave them

We will meet them where the lights are The defenders of the faith in true love we are When the thunder turns around They'll run so hard we'll tear the ground away

You know no one dies In these love drowned eyes Through our love drowned eyes We'll watch you write and read tonight...

... Happy Drabbling with your new prompt this week, dear authors: FLOOD.

Thank you, Macy, for your submission!

#50 extra words for the person who gets the reference the quickest... #just kidding...we still expect 100 words exactly from each and everyone of you #blows kisses #no71 #flood #mod post #prompt post #galladrabbles #gallavich #shameless

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Hello, may I request for MCU!Peter Parker no. 80 for 100 list of kisses….😊🙏🏼

80. crashing your lips together during an argument

send a number from this list and I’ll write a blurb

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''You fell asleep together on the plane? From the video Brad took, you looked liked you were snuggling against her.''

''It was nothing like that, Y/N,''' Peter defended.

He been home from Europe for less than twelve hours and you were already arguing. All because of MJ...and Brad Davis.

''Brad purposely took that video to stir problems between us. You know he did.''

Before the Blip, Peter only had Flash to deal with, now he had to deal with Brad too, who was in some ways worse than Flash. Flash was a classic bully. Brad was infatuated with you and would do anything to break you and Peter up.

''I don’t care about his intentions. How come were you sitting with MJ? I thought you were sitting with Ned.''

''I was, but Ned wanted to sit with Betty so I gave her my seat and ended with MJ,'' he explained. ''You can ask Ned if you don’t believe me.''

Truthfully, you weren’t upset about him sitting next to MJ during the flight. It was the snuggling part that bothered you. Friends don’t use each other as pillows the way MJ and him did in Brad’s video.

''When I opened the video and saw you snuggling like that, I was so hurt. I don't want to be the crazy girlfriend that makes up scenarios in her head, but how can I not when I see things like that?''

''Nothing happened between me and MJ. Nothing ever will. We’re friends and she knows it so can we please stop fighting over this?'' 

''No! I’m not finished-''

Peter grabbed your face and kissed you, having enough of this stupid argument. He knew that’s not how you solve arguments, but after everything that happened on this damn trip, he didn’t want to waste his first day back fighting with you. 

''I know the video evidence is not in my favor, but I want you to know that there’s not a day during this trip that I didn’t miss you and wish you were there with me. I wanted to walk around Prague, eat Italian food and kiss on top of the Eiffel tower with you, not MJ.''

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #tom!peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker imagine #mcu!peter parker imagine #tom holland #100 kisses prompts

[allylikethecat]

Gatty and 32!! I love these so much

Hi! Thank you so much for sending this in! I hope this is what you were looking for! These prompts continue to be so much fun! I have a few more in my inbox that I am also working on and can't wait to share. Sorry these are taking me a few days to complete! Thank you so much again!

❤️Ally

Kiss…to wake up

Matty came to slowly, his head felt heavy and fuzzy, like the static of the car radio when you searched for the correct station or the rainbow hum of the television screens of his childhood when there was no station selected. He let out a soft sigh, unsure if it was in contentment or annoyance at being woken up. His mind didn’t feel clear enough to decide, still in that sweet in between haze of awake and asleep. He could feel that someone was behind him, hovering over him, kneeling with his legs on either side of Matty’s own, though keeping his weight off of Matty’s back. Matty shifted his own weight, bumping his hip into George’s knee. 

“You need to wake up and roll over love,” said George softly, pressing a kiss to the back of Matty’s neck. Matty hummed in acknowledgement but made no effort to move, causing George to chuckle and press another kiss to his back, lower this time, followed by another and another, tracing the curve of his spine.

“I don’t want to,” Matty slurred, pressing his nose into the crook of his elbow, eyes still squeezed shut. George chuckled and kissed the small of his back, just above the curve of his arse where the waistband of his swim shorts cut across his skin. Matty involuntarily found himself lifting his hips to press back against George’s mouth. George bit down lightly on Matty’s love handle, the elastic waistband digging into the soft flesh of his sides, before nosing his way back up Matty’s spine, tracing the dip of his spinal column with his tongue before nipping again at the base of his neck. Matty gasped, shocked at the sting. 

“You need to roll over Matthew,” said George again, “your back is burnt to a crisp.”

Matty groaned. 

“I put more sunscreen on for you,” said George, “but it’s too late, you’re burnt and it’s only going to get worse.” He pressed another kiss to Matty’s neck. “You need to wake up, love.” 

Matty let out an exaggerated sigh, but rolled over, and propped himself up on his elbows and arched his neck to look up at George who was straddling him with a grin. 

“Happy now?” Matty asked, his mind still felt syrupy and thick, his thoughts moving slow and sluggish, like honey tipping out of the bottom of the bottle. He was sleepy and sundrunk, he wanted George, a beer, and to go back to sleep, in that order. 

“Very,” said George, leaning down to kiss Matty deeply, biting at his lower lip before licking into his mouth, suffocating him with his love. Matty whimpered, falling back onto his back, his hands coming up to dig into George’s shoulder, pulling him off balance and all the closer, their bare, sweat slick chests sticking together, their skin dragging together as George moved above him. Matty dug his toes into the sand curling them as heat pooled in his lower belly. He was wide awake now.

His sunburn ached as it rubbed against the terrycloth of the beach towel had was laying on, and he had sand in his hair, his curls already matted together with the salt from the ocean he and George had frolicked through earlier, Matty laughing as George picked him up and tossed him into the waves. 

George kissed his jawline, moving to mouth at his neck, sucking and licking and biting and making Matty’s already foggy head spin with desire as he tried to swallow back the sounds desperate to claw their way from his throat. He knew he was loud, that he was vocal with his pleasure, but he didn’t want to break the stillness that had settled over the cove they were nestled in, didn’t want to draw attention to the way he was thickening in his swim shorts, heavy where he was trapped against the hard planes of George’s body. He wanted to stay lost in George’s mouth forever, anything else was too much effort.

George pulled back, mouth slick and swollen, Matty was sure his own lips looked the same. He let out a soft grumbling sound, unamused that George was no longer kissing him within an inch of his life. 

“You should put some sunscreen on your chest,” said George, looking down at Matty, his weight settled over his hips, effectively pinning him to the sand. “You’re looking a little pink.”

“I’m fine,” Matty said, blinking up at George, if George wasn’t going to kiss him, wasn’t going to grind against him, he wanted a cold beer and then to go back to his nap. He was thirty four years old, he wasn’t as desperate for physical attention as he had been in his youth. 

George raked a nail across Matty’s chest, making him gasp with pain while a shiver of arousal worked its way down his back as he struggled to keep his hips from bucking up involuntarily. Maybe he wasn’t as immune to the physical aspect as he had thought. George just smirked, clearly feeling like he had won. He reached over Matty’s shoulder to the backpack that was nestled in the sand by his head, containing their phones and wallets for safe keeping. 

George pulled out a bottle of sunscreen, and poured a generous amount of the thick creamy white lotion into his palm. He rubbed his hands together, distributing the lotion, before placing a hand on either side of Matty’s neck, causing him to take a shuddering breath as he dragged his hands across the column of his throat bringing them together and down over the bump of his clavicle. George’s smirk grew as he massaged the lotion into Matty’s chest, taking care to work it into the ink of his tattoo, skimming his nipples and tickling his sides. Matty was breathing heavily now, trying to seem unaffected even as George purposely shifted his weight, and dug his fingers into Matty’s flank trying to get him wound up, trying to get him to break first. He wished he hadn’t slept through George reapplying sunscreen to his back.

Matty couldn’t take the teasing anymore, he reached up and wrapped a hand around the back of George’s neck, tugging him back down for a kiss, grinding his hips up against George’s own. He could feel George rock hard and leaking against his stomach, the fact that they were rutting against each other like teenagers making his stomach tingle.  

“You awake now?” George asked cheekily, as they panted, breathing into each other's mouths.

Matty didn’t even bother giving him a response.

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #prompt fill #drabble #kiss prompts #gatty #matty x george #matty healy rpf #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 rpf #george daniel rpf #george daniel fanfiction #I hope this is what you were looking for!! #i had this idea of matty falling asleep on the beach #and then i saw the pictures of them in the water #and was like whelp thats 100% happening #but imagine they're somewhere a little more tropical #a little more .... likely to be sunburnt

[innytoes]

Winter/X-mas Prompts #25 - “If you keep following me around with mistletoe I’m punching you in the face.” - Luke/Bobby

It had started as a joke. Luke had gotten some fake mistletoe from somewhere, and had hung it in the door of the garage. Reggie had been his first victim, and he'd planted a big kiss on his cheek, laughing when it - and the rest of Reggie's face - turned firetruck red in response.

Alex, who had seen it go down, had gone back into the Molina house, coming back with a spray bottle Ray used on the plants. He kept Luke under fire the entire time, spraying whenever Luke tried to move closer, until he was sat safely behind his drums.

Of course he got Alex the next day, when he'd pinned the mistletoe against the ceiling of the loft above his drums. In the middle of Finally Free, he leaned over, pressed a kiss against Alex' nose, before pointing up with a smirk.

Julie caught on and actually ambushed him, hanging the mistletoe over his couch, pressing a kiss to his forehead when he was in the middle of a writing session. Flynn snagged the mistletoe the next day and held it above her own head impatiently, demanding attention. (She got a kiss from both Luke and Reggie at the same time, one on each cheek, and beamed, before ordering them to get back to work.)

Bobby was the real problem. He was wily. Like, crawl through the tiny bathroom window so he wouldn't have to go through the door, wily. Carrie wasn't so lucky, but Luke also didn't want to play their Christmas gig with a black eye, so he gave her a deep, I-saw-it-on-one-of-Mom's-BBC-Regency-shows bow, and pressed a chaste kiss to the back of her hand.

So the studio was out. Bobby was expecting it there. He'd tried the Molina house instead, because Ray had promised them a barbecue after their Christmas gig (burgers and eggnog was a great combination, in Luke's opinion). He hadn't had any luck there, though Julie's aunt did get a peck on the cheek. Carlos got a raspberry blown against his until he shrieked, after he made a comment about Luke just trying to kiss his sister.

Still no Bobby.

He wasn't successful at the band's Christmas Eve gift exchange. Carrie sent him mockingly laughing gifs when he begged her to help him break into their house so he could sneak into Bobby's room. She also wouldn't Trojan Horse him inside in a giant fake present. So by the 27th, he still hadn't kissed Bobby.

Reggie had helped him tie it to a reindeer antler headband that he wore for a few days, but Bobby just kept his distance. He did get a kiss from Willie out of that one, though.

Willie was a great kisser. Don't tell Alex.

Finally, on the 29th, he tried trying the mistletoe to a stick with some string, shoving it into his back pocket and hiding it under his shirt until Bobby came by. It didn't work, probably because the stick kept slipping and hanging out of the armpit of his cut-off shirt.

"If you keep following me around with mistletoe I’m punching you in the face," Bobby threatened, sounding entirely done. He looked like he meant it too, so sadly, Luke put the mistletoe away. He tried not to sulk too much, because, you know, he was trying to be better about Boundaries.

For New Year's, they all gathered at the Molina house. Flynn and Julie had set up karaoke in the studio, Tía Victoria had made the most epic snacks, and Reggie and Carlos had created this epic light show since 'fireworks scares dogs and cats, Luke, and I won't be a part of that!'.

Luke had almost forgotten about the Kisstletoe Disaster, when halfway through the countdown (which Willie had started at thirty seconds to midnight, because apparently that was more fun), Bobby sidled up to him.

"Hey," he said gruffly.

"Hi," Luke said, grinning. He had his plastic glass of fake champagne ready to toast and everything.

"Happy New Year," Bobby said, right before everyone shouted it. Then, he leaned over and planted a kiss on Luke's lips, warm and soft and a little slick. Luke gasped, and Bobby used the opportunity to nip at his lower lip, before pulling back. He looked very smug, gently patting Luke's cheek as he gaped, before moving away to toast with an excited Reggie and Alex.

Well, at least he got his last kiss.

#julie and the phantoms #fanfic #I wrote a thing #lukexeveryone #bobbyxluke #how long after the holidays can Inny write holiday prompts challenge #he and Ray ran into each other under the mistletoe and Luke awkwardly offered a fistbump and probably got a hug and a kiss on his beanie #all the other Candis have probably also had smooches #and Nick #though he was put in a headlock first by Luke because he cannot be Normal about Nick #yes of course Willie just planted a kiss right on his lips because he is 100% a KISSING THE HOMIES GOODNIGHT kind of dude

[hawkins-losers]

Your name, forever the name on my lips | Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: You and Steve share a moment - and a kiss - after helping him get a spider out of his hair

Word count: 0.7k

Request: from your list 8 and 28 with steve?! (8. running fingers through your lover’s hair + 28. an accidental kiss between two exes)

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You headed down the hallway of the Creel house to see where Robin and Nancy were at in their investigation when a panicking Steve swatting animatedly at his shirt and jacket walked backward into you.

You put a hand on his shoulder, holding your flashlight with your other. ‘’What’s wrong?’’ 

‘’It’s a spider,’’ he explained, turning around. He tried to play it down, but you knew it spooked him. ‘’It’s a black widow.’’ He quickly grabbed the doorknob and closed the door of the room he saw the spiders in. ‘’Don’t go in there.’’

You weren’t particularly scared of spiders, but you nodded. ‘’Okay. I won’t,’’ you promised.

Although fascinating, black widows were not the kind of spiders you wanted to be bitten by. Their bites are generally not life-threatening for healthy adults, but cause severe pain at the bite site and lead to painful muscle contractions. 

‘’Let’s get out of here.’’ Steve made a move to walk out, but you caught something moving in his hair.

‘’Oh, wait,’’ you said, ‘’I think I see another.’’ You reached to get it off of him, but Steve slipped from your grasp, anxiously moving toward the mirror to see. 

‘’Where is it? Where is it?’’ he repeated in a mild panic.

You calmly walked up to him, the floorboard creaking under your feet. ‘’I’ll get it out. Stop moving,’’ you ordered, grabbing his shoulder to steady him.

Carefully, you got the spider out, then began pulling out all the spiderwebs that got caught in during his earlier fright. 

‘’All gone.’’

He turned around and thanked you. ‘’My savior.’’

It was weird to be in Steve’s company, but not uncomfortable. You hadn’t been alone with him since your last fight and that was not a nice memory. You wanted to forget about that fight. 

‘’Did you know black widows are the most venomous spider in North America? Their venom is about fifteen times stronger than rattlesnake venom,’’ you blurted out.

Steve looked at you, perplexed. ‘’Was that supposed to make me feel better? Because that widow spider was in my hair! It could’ve bit me and killed me, according to your facts.’’

You rolled your eyes, quick to reassure him. That was not what you said. ‘’Their bite does not kill you. You may have severe pain and swelling, notice cramps, muscle spasms, achiness, and you may be sick to your stomach, but it won’t kill you. Don’t be dramatic, Harrington.’’

An admiring smile crept on Steve’s lips. ‘’I miss this. You and your fascinating knowledge, just spitting facts about random things.’’ Then, admiration turned into nostalgia. ‘’I miss you.’’

Although Steve was your typical guy who mostly cared about girls’ looks, your intelligence made you stand out to him. He was fascinated by how smart you were and how much you knew about everything. You were in fact the first - and only - girl he didn’t try to make out with in his car on the first night, too busy listening to you talk about random things - and making him feel very stupid for not knowing half of that.

Unconsciously, Steve tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear and beamed at how beautiful you were even in the dark. It sounded strange, but it was true. Not even the horrible yellow light of your flashlights could make you look bad. 

You didn’t move away from his touch. 

You had broken up months ago - almost a year -, but he had not moved on. No one held a candle to you.

Not Heidi. Not Linda. Not- 

‘‘Steve?’‘

He leaned down and closed the space between you, kissing you for the first time in eleven months, satisfying a craving he’s had for a long time.

His hand was still in your hair. He used it to pull you closer, and you let him. The familiar smell of his cologne invaded your senses and you needed to touch him too, to feel him too. You grabbed his jacket, wishing his stupid polo was not tucked in his pants so your could reach under and touch his skin. 

As you kissed passionately in the dusty room, your fingers loosen their grip and drop the flashlight, creating a loud clatter that must’ve echoed through the whole house.

You broke apart immediately, coming back to reality, faces flushed.

‘’I guess we should get back to the…investigation,’’ he suggested, pointing at the door.

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[ardent-fox]

Galladrabbles: Breathless

Thank you to @chicanomick for this beautiful @galladrabbles prompt! Here's my contribution for this week.

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Mickey swears he doesn't like surprises.

That is, until large hands grip his hips, gently spinning him around.

The world disappears when Ian's mouth finds his, its warmth all-consuming as he sucks Mickey's bottom lip between his teeth, making him moan. He can feel his own hand rising, briefly steadying himself before surrendering to the free fall, trusting Ian's arms will keep him close as he gives in, keep him safe.

They break apart after one last swoop of tongue and lips, eyes meeting in breathless wonder, Ian's thumb caressing Mickey's cheek.

Now, these surprises he could get used to.

#blame my courthouse kiss obsession for this little nugget #it's my mind's lock screen #galladrabbles #gallavich #100 words #word prompt #breathless #ian x mickey #shameless