#the last kissing prompt

[luxaofhesperides]

Could i request a ghostlight where danny can turn into a dragon, it could be though a curse or just training from queen dora?

Like dragon Danny seeing the yellow signal outfit and thinking "mmmmm gold, shiny, must take".

He should probably be more worried about being cursed.

Scratch that, he should definitely be more worried about being cursed. However, it wasn’t done intentionally or in bad faith. This is just the consequences of him, Sam, and Tucker fucking around and finding out when left unsupervised with the grimoire of a long dead witch.

In their defense, they didn’t know Tucker could use magic. This revelation both upset Tucker, who refused to be swayed from tech, and Sam, who thought she was a better fit for magic considering how goth she is. Danny hadn’t really cared, since he was too busy being turned into a dragon. At least it isn’t like with Dora’s necklace; Danny is still himself, can think clearly, and isn’t overcome by rage. 

He’s just… Danny. But as a dragon.

“Well, you do something to fix him then!” Tucker shouts, waving a hand in the air angrily, “Since you want to be so good at magic, you do it then!”

“I would if I could! But you’re the one who gets to use magic, so figure it out and turn Danny back!” Sam shouts back, getting in Tucker’s face with a fierce scowl.

Danny sighs, shifting uncomfortably. His room is not big enough for a dragon, and his back is starting to cramp up. He looks longingly out the window to the clear skies that call to him, and wonders when his friends will stop fighting. 

They keep shouting, so he doubts they’ll be able to focus on actually helping him for at least another hour.

The only silver lining about the situation is that Jazz and his parents are gone, taking the weekend to visit a few colleges so Jazz can decide which one she wants to go to. Though he’s been cursed into dragon form and his friends are yelling about it, at least his family can’t make it any worse with their attempts to ‘fix’ things. 

There’s a lull in the yelling, Sam and Tucker both turning their attention back to the grimoire. Danny shifts his wings, tail flicking slightly, and leans his head closer. He wishes he could help figure this out, but he can’t talk in this form, and any attempt at charades will destroy his room. 

His friends look focused, at least. So maybe they’ve decided to focus on finding solutions instead of fighting. 

“Here,” Sam says, shoving the grimoire over to Tucker roughly. “Try that.”

Tucker reads over the spell, then scoffs and pushes the grimoire back. “That’s not going to fix anything. Didn’t you read it? It clearly says truth is the greatest revenge, revealing one’s true form force it into light. It’s talking about making people who are secretly cruel turn ugly or something like that! It’s not going to do anything for Danny!”

“It says one’s true form and Danny’s is a human! That would work!”

And they go right back to arguing.

Danny sighs, turning to stare out the window again.

In any other circumstance, being a dragon would be so fun. He has wings! He’s big and has claws and can probably breathe fire! And it’s not making him act on animal instincts or anything! If he could just be outside…

He glances at Sam and Tucker again. 

Maybe he can go outside, enjoy the curse a bit before they figure out a way to undo it. Spend some time flying around with wings. 

All the curse did was turn him into a dragon. It just changed his form. If he still has his ghost powers, if the curse didn’t change his nature from halfa to dragon…

Carefully, Danny focuses on his tail and tries to make it intangible. There’s a strange sensation of ice running down his spine, then it goes into his tail. In the next second, his tail drops through the floor, and Danny bites down a grin. 

He is so out of here. 

He gives Sam and Tucker another glance; they’ve got their heads bent over the grimoire, paying no attention to him. 

Perfect.

Danny goes fully intangible and sinks through the floor of his bedroom, then maneuvers his way outside the house. As soon as he’s out, standing beneath the sunlight and able to stretch out his new body, Danny pulls his power back and takes a few careful steps on the grass, testing his balance. His wings shift on his back, and he stretches them out, feeling the way his new limbs move.

Everything feels natural, as if he’s always been a dragon.

Taking a deep breath, Danny spreads his wings out and takes off running. A few hard pumps of his wings gets him into the air, and he can’t help but let out a joyful roar. 

Distantly, he hears Tucker and Sam yelling again, but he’s too happy to be free of that room to care. Let them argue. He wants to have fun.

Staying in Amity Park is a no go; Val might go after him, thinking he’s a threat, and ghosts could pop out at any time to cause problems. He might as well take this chance to fly around wherever he wants. Chicago wouldn’t be too hard to reach with how fast he’s flying, but he’s been there before and doesn’t want to stay in Illinois. 

What other big city is nearby that he can fly to?

New York?

Or, better yet, Gotham. 

It’s definitely a bad idea, but if any city is able to handle a dragon appearing without warning, it would be Gotham. Plus, he might get to see some of the heroes in action! Sure, it’s the middle of the day, but surely a dragon is a good enough reason for Batman to show up before the sun sets. 

Mind made up, Danny flies up into the clouds and heads towards Gotham, following the roads out of Amity Park. 

The flight is quick. It takes barely over an hour to see the dark figures of Gotham’s tallest buildings, fog surrounding the city like something out of a horror movie. The sun glints off the ocean behind the city for a rare, cloudless day. He’s heard stories about Gotham’s weather, how dreary it is, the occasional acid rain, the gloominess of it all. As bad as his luck is, it seems that the sunny day is trying to give him something good to even it out after being cursed into a dragon.

Excited, Danny angles himself down, diving out of the lower clouds and shifts his wings to catch on a wind current that smoothly sends him towards the city.

Just to be careful, he goes invisible as he gets closer, staying out of sight once he enters the city proper. 

Noise overwhelms him immediately, cars honking and voices yelling, the occasional gunshot and sound of something breaking. It makes Danny wince, disoriented enough to make him falter as he flies above the streets.

Amity Park is quiet and peaceful in comparison, so much so that he hadn’t realized just how enhanced his senses had become in a dragon’s form. 

The sounds of everything are so much, and all the movement of such a big city is dizzying. At least he can’t smell anything but salt from the sea; if he had to deal with the constant smell of blood, guts, and sewage, he would find a way to fully die to get away from it.

He slows down to a smooth glide, weaving his way between buildings as he takes in the city. Even with the sun out, it’s gloomy, the tall buildings casting shadows across the streets, a mix of art deco and gothic architecture filling up the space. He wonders if he should find some place up high he can rest, maybe bathe in the sun for a bit until he felt like moving again. If he managed to fall asleep, that might give Sam and Tucker enough time to figure out how to undo the curse.

“Ow! Shit, that hurts.”

Or he indulge in his curiosity and check up on whoever just cursed loud enough to be heard over the ambient noise of Gotham.

It takes a minute of searching before Danny’s eyes zero in on a bright flash of yellow moving across rooftops. 

All other colors seem dull in comparison, and Danny has just enough time to think, Oh, there’s the dragon instincts taking over, before he’s flying after it, unable to focus on anything else.

Every time the yellow leaps out of the shadows, it’s as if it glows. As if Danny’s chasing sunlight. 

He gets close, but loses the yellow every so often with how he has to maneuver around buildings, putting his new flying abilities to the test in an effort to keep up.

Then the yellow comes to an abrupt stop. Danny can’t stop in time and flies past it, tilting his body and spreading out his wides as far as he can to make a tight turn. 

“I’m fine, just bruised up, but I feel like I’m being followed,” the yellow says to no one. There’s a pause, and then the yellow says, “I don’t see anything, is the thing.”

If the yellow has anything more to say, it doesn’t get the chance to do more than open its mouth before Danny’s crashing into it, tackling it to the ground. 

He’s elated as they roll across the roof, the living sunlight caught safe in his arms. He holds it close to his chest, protecting it until they come to a stop, dropping his invisibility as a low rumble builds in the back of his throat. The dragon brain has thoroughly taken over, and it takes far too long to wrestle control back from it.

Once he’s able to think more clearly, Danny looks down at the poor guy he’s caught and realizes, hey that’s a hero!

And then he realizes, that’s a hero. I fucked up.

He tries to say sorry, but all that comes out is a low chuff. The hero, who he can recognize as the Signal because who else wears mostly yellow in Gotham, leans back as much as he can, trapped in Danny’s grasp.

“Hey, dragon,” Signal says nervously. “I’m really hoping you didn’t catch me because you were looking for a snack.”

Danny huffs, bumping his head against Signal’s chest. He hopes he doesn’t come across as aggressive, because all he wants to do is laze around with a hero, his dragon brain happy to keep hold of its yellow sunshine.

He’s not going to let go of Signal, though. He intends to make the most of this moment while he can.

“Okay. You seem friendly? That’s good I guess.” Signal sighs, then tries to wiggle out of Danny’s grip. Danny doesn’t budge until Signal gasps and curls into himself, clearly in pain.

Worried, Danny lets go of him and tries to see what’s wrong, his snout poking against the Signal’s ribs.

The Signal hisses out a breath, trying to push Danny away. “Stop, don’t do that. Man, I hope my ribs aren’t broken. That would suck.”

That would suck. Rib injuries are the worst, and the bruises always seem to stay longer on ribs than anywhere else, in Danny’s experience. He would love to offer the Signal some ice, but as a dragon, he’s not sure how to use that particular power. He settles instead for backing off and making himself small, offering an apologetic rumble.

“Thanks,” Signal smiles, gingerly uncurling from where he’s hunched over, an arm crossing his stomach, protecting it. “I guess you’re friendly, then?”

Danny nods.

“...And you can understand me?”

Danny nods harder, a high pitched growl slipping out of his mouth. 

“That’s so cool. What are you doing here in Gotham?”

It’s not a yes or no question, so Danny’s stuck on how to answer when words are so far out of reach. He shrugs, wings shifting against his back, then carefully bumps his head against the Signal’s helmet. 

“Yeah, that was a bad question. Do you need help?”

Danny scrunches up his nose as he thinks. He is cursed, but so far, being a dragon isn’t all that bad. It sucks that he can’t talk, but everything else is cool! He just doesn’t want to be a dragon forever. But it’s nothing the Signal can help with, so Danny just shrugs again.

The Signal tilts his head. “Alright. I guess I’ll get going then, and you can chill up here.”

The low growl comes suddenly, without him even thinking, and Danny wraps himself around the hero again. Distantly, he thinks that he should stop, that this is technically holding the Signal in place against his will, but the much louder, dragon part of him is deeply upset by the thought of the Signal leaving while he’s injured. Danny can protect him, so there’s no need for him to go anywhere! In fact, he’s only safe as long as he’s with Danny!

He leans more of his weight onto the Signal until they both fall back onto the roof, pinning the hero in place. 

Danny tries to be gentle, but the impact still makes Signal groan, tensing up in pain.

Sorry, he tries to say, the words coming out in a low chuffing noise. He draws his tail up to curl around the Signal so he’s completely surrounded by Danny, kept safe from anything that would try to attack him. 

Letting out a breath, the Signal lightly knocks his head against Danny’s neck, the helmet barely felt through Danny’s scales. “Alright, Oracle, can you send someone to my location? I’m a bit stuck.”

It’s hard to hear, but Danny manages to make out a voice saying, “Black Bat is heading there now. What’s wrong?”

“I’m a bit stuck.”

“Injured?”

“Just my ribs, but that’s not really the problem. There’s a dragon who’s very determined to keep me on this roof.”

“A dragon,” the voice repeats. 

“Yeah. It seems to like me? But it’s also not letting me leave. So. I’m stuck.”

There’s a pause, then a soft burst of static before the voice says, “I’m going to send a message to everyone else just in case they’re able to provide any back up. I’m sure Tim is looking for an excuse to ditch Bruce at that accounting meeting.”

“Guess I’ll just wait to be rescued, then,” Signal says, sighing. Then he tilts his head up to look at Danny. “Is there some way you could talk to me? To pass the time. Maybe morse code? Do you know what that is?”

Dragon brain makes him stupid, apparently, because Danny does know morse code. He didn’t even think of alternative ways of communication once he discovered talking was impossible with his new vocal chords. 

It’s probably not even dragon brain. It’s just Danny brain that makes him like this.

Embarrassed, Danny drops his head onto the roof, drawing his tail closer to himself so it can cover his eyes, his best attempt at hiding his face. Then, with one sharp claw, he taps out Y.E.S.

“Oh! So, what’s up?”

N.O.T. D.RA.G.O.N. H.U.M.A.N. G.O.T. C.U.R.S.E.D.

“Why did you say you didn’t need help if you got cursed?!”

Danny wants to say it was an accident, but has no confidence that he can spell ‘accident’ correctly, so he goes with F.R.I.E.N.D. M.A.D.E. M.I.S.T.A.K.E.

“And can they fix it?”

I.D.K. T.H.E.Y. W.E.R.E. F.I.G.H.T.I.N.G. Danny huffs out a breath, flicking his tail in annoyance as he uncurls slightly, giving Signal some more breathing space. He doesn’t look as stressed out anymore, which is nice, but he still holds his ribs tenderly, careful not to move too much. G.O.T. B.O.R.E.D. L.E.F.T.

The Signal taps his own fingers against the roof, thinking after he takes in Danny’s words. “Do you think we can call them and see if they know how to fix it? I doubt you want to be a dragon forever.”

N.O. P.H.O.N.E.

“It’s cool, we can use mine.” And he pulls out a cell phone from… somewhere. Danny has no idea where. It’s like he blinked, and a phone suddenly appeared. His hero suit probably has a lot of hidden compartments and pockets to hold as much stuff as possible, but it’s so well designed that Danny can’t begin to think of where he’d put anything. Especially when his dragon brain keeps getting distracted by how nice the yellow is.

Danny taps out Tucker’s number when Signal asks for it, watching as the call connects and is put on speaker.

“Hello?” Tucker’s voice says, hesitant and a little distracted.

“Hi,” Signal responds with a mischievous smile, “Do you happen to be missing a dragon? Cause I’ve got one here who’s hoping he can get a little help from a friend.”

Danny hears something clatter on Tucker’s end, then Tucker starts yelling for Sam. He’s not quite able to bite back his laughter, entire body shaking with it. The Signal keeps his composure better, but he does share a glance with Danny that has him biting his lip, trying to keep his smile from growing.

“Where is he?!” Tucker demands, and for a moment Danny feels ashamed of how much stress he’s putting his best friends through. And then he remembers them fighting nonstop while ignoring him and doesn’t feel bad at all.

“Gotham.”

“...Gotham,” Sam repeats. Her voice is flat in the way it always gets before she verbally (and sometimes physically) tears someone apart. Danny winces hard enough that it jostles the Signal, making him glance back at Danny.

“Yeah. Gotham. He said he was cursed?”

Sam sighs heavily. “Yeah. Not my fault. It is Tucker’s fault, though.”

“I think I found the solution though! And also, it was an accident. You were the one who wanted to read the grimoire.”

He can tell they’re gearing up for another fight, so Danny lowers his face closer to the phone and lets loose a dark growl. It shuts them right up, and he briefly wonders about learning how to growl like that as a human, since it’s so effective.

Tucker clears his throat, and continues as if nothing happened. “Anyways. The cure. The thing that will make Danny stop being cursed.”

There’s another long pause.

“The cure…?” Signal prompts.

“Kisses.”

“Sorry, what?”

“It’s kisses.”

“Like… true love’s kiss?”

Danny hopes it’s not true love’s kiss. If it is, he’s never going to be human again. Who would his true love even be? As much as he liked Valerie, that ships sailed long ago. And he loves Sam and Tucker, but not quite like that. 

“No. Thankfully,” Sam says. “Just kisses. What matters is the amount, not the person it’s from. So whoever you are, we’re gonna need you to be giving Danny as many kisses as possible until he’s human again. We’re also on our way to Gotham now. Johnny’s offered us a ride.”

On cue, an engine revs loudly. 

“We’ll be there soon!” Tucker shouts over the engine, and the call ends just a second later. 

Danny huffs, shaking his head lightly.

“Interesting friends you got there,” Signal comments idly.

Y.E.S. Danny taps out. L.O.V.E. T.H.E.M.

The Signal sits up and moves away from Danny, who has to stomp down the urge to curl around the hero tighter to keep him in place. He stands up, putting his phone away, and looks over Danny. His gaze feels like a physical weight, moving from his face, and the horns on his head, to the scales covering him, to his wings and tail.

His tails flicks back and forth nervously. Danny can’t get it to stop.

“Dragon,” someone new says, startling Danny. He spots the newcomer immediately, a lithe figure in all black perched on the ledge of the roof. Her voice is rough and he can’t see her face at all, fully covered as it is in her mask.

This must be Black Bat. He doesn’t know much about her; no one does, with how she’s managed to avoid being photographed and how rarely she is seen by anyone at all. He honestly wasn’t sure if she was real or not, but here she is.

“Hey,” Signal greets easily, “We need to kiss him better.” 

Black Bat tilts her head. “Kiss… dragon?”

“He’s cursed. And kisses will fix him. Not true love’s kiss, but just a lot of kisses.”

“True love’s kiss?” she repeats.

“Oh, shit. I guess you haven’t read any fairy tales?” Black Bat shakes her head, and Danny wonders how she’s managed to avoid all fairy tales for so long. They’re usually among the first stories children are exposed to. “Yeah, in a lot of those stories, a curse can only be broken from a kiss by someone by love.”

Black Bat nods slowly, and it’s clear she doesn’t really understand, but she does hop off the ledge and walk over to Danny. She pulls up her mask to reveal her mouth, then looks to the Signal for guidance.

“Like this,” Signal says, then leans over and presses a soft kiss to Danny’s cheek.

If he were human, Danny would be blushing madly. As it is, he has to force himself to stay still and not hide his face in his hands, claws and all, from how flustered he is.

Black Bat follows in suit, dropping a delicate kiss to the top of his head. 

Danny loses track of how many kisses he gets, all over his face, beyond flustered by the amount of affection two heroes are showering him in. It’s just to break the curse, but it’s still a lot of kisses! 

Signal kisses the tip of his nose, and there’s a flash of light. Danny feels himself change, growing smaller, his human softness returning to him. It’s barely a few seconds, and then Danny’s human again, sitting on the roof with the Signal and Black Bat standing over him.

They blink at each other for a long moment, then Black Bat smiles and pats the top of his head. 

Danny smiles. He knows his cheeks are red, can feel how hot they are himself, and ducks his head, too embarrassed to look at either of them.

“How are you feeling?” Signal asks, crouching down to be eye level with Danny.

He tries to answer, but all that comes out is a hoarse rasp. He winces and brings a hand up to his throat, then shrugs and gives the Signal a thumbs up.

He clears his throat. This time, he manages to whisper, “Thank you.”

Black Bat gives him a cheerful wave, then hops back onto the ledge and jumps off. Signal barely takes his eyes off Danny enough to give her a nod goodbye. He reaches out and brushes Danny’s hair off his forehead some before his fingers trail down the side of his face. 

“I’ll admit, you looked cool as a dragon,” Signal says, “But you’re much cuter like this.”

Danny gives in and hides his face in his hands. The Signal laughs, warm and bright, and kisses his forehead. 

“Come on, let’s make sure your friends can find you.”

“They’re going to be so annoying about this,” Danny mutters.

“It’s how friends show affection.”

“Seriously, though, thank you. I know being tackled by a dragon isn’t what anyone expects. Did I hurt you? Your ribs…”

The Signal shrugs. “Nah. I’m all good. Just a little bruised, but it’ll heal quickly enough. Though, you’re more than welcome to give me a kiss to help me feel better.”

Danny shoves him lightly for the teasing, but he does pull the Signal back for a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth.

It’s only fair, after all.

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp fic #prompt fill #my writing #this was supposed to be written last week... cries. work killed me but ghostlights is bringing me back to life #with a bonus cass!! i love cass in case u couldnt tell #duke is gonna roll up at the cave for evening training. have people insist he ice his ribs after they see the bruising #and he'll say 'no its fine a dragon kissed it better' and not elaborate #everyone has questions but damian is the only one upset that HE wasnt called to help the dragon when they know he's good w goliath #this doesnt change even after duke tells them the dragon was a cursed boy who is now human again #damian is lowkey wondering if he can find tucker to also be turned into a dragon. just for fun. #it'll give duke an excuse to see danny again so obv hes gonna say yes. #meet cute? no. meet DRAGON

[halvedslab]

Hi :]

13 + 31 ethubs (something something last life drama)

and maybe 27 Skizz & Impulse? I feel like Skizz is a very affectionate guy and pecking his buddies on a cheek or forehead wouldn't be out of character :)

31. A kiss goodbye

The kiss of life - but a moment too late

#back on my last life ethubs bs ✌🏼 #ethubs #trafficshipping #cw blood #ask box #mwarch: kiss prompts #my sketches

[saturncodedstarlette]

Y/N : . . .

Y/N, stares deadly at the assignments : How do I deal with my enemies?

Krueger, eating breakfast : Kill them.

Y/N, looks at Krueger : That’s a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution.

Krueger, drinking tea : Kill them only a little?

Y/N, lets out an exasperated sigh :

Krueger, pats their head : You’re working too hard on yourself. Come on, have breakfast with me first at least.

#Cod #Call of duty #Call of duty incorrect quotes #Call of duty x reader #Cod Krueger #Sebastian Krueger #Cod Krueger x male reader #Cod Krueger x fem reader #Cod Krueger x gn reader #Sebastian Krueger x you #Sebastian Krueger x reader #Sebastian Krueger x oc #Cod Krueger x reader #original : generate prompt #I love this man sm #Fluff/Encouraging Week : Day 6 #🪼 | Can I get a kiss? | And can you make it last forever?

[lyralit]

heartbreak prompts off taylor swift lyrics

"they tell you that you're lucky but you're so confused, cause you don't feel pretty, you just feel used" the lucky one

"you've got your demons and darling, they all look like me" sad beautiful tragic

"how long will it be cute? all this crying in my room?" nothing new

"I made you my temple, my mural, my sky...now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life." tolerate it

"no one knows how much I miss her" the very first night

"that's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend" Cornelia street

"how's your heart after breaking mine?" mr perfectly fine

"desperate people find faith" soon you'll get better

"if the story's over, why am I still writing pages?" death by a thousand cuts

"god rest my soul, I miss who I used to be" would've could've should've

"trying to find a part of me that you didn't touch" death by a thousand cuts

"I can't say hello to you and risk another goodbye" I almost do

"won't let no one break your heart...and even though you want to, please try to never grow up" never grow up

"I guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted" midnight rain

"so I'll say words I don't believe" bigger than the whole sky

"all love ever does is break, and burn, and end." begin again

"just because you're clean don't mean you don't miss it" clean

"you drew stars around my scars, but now I'm bleeding" cardigan

"I never was ready, so I watch you go" champagne problems

"I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay" tis the damn season

"wasn't it easier in your lunchbox days? always a bigger bed to climb into..." innocent

"I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it" all too well

"and I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home." my tears ricochet

"should've kept every grocery store receipt, cause every scrap of yo would be taken from me..." marjorie

"so I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep, and I'll watch you forget me like I used to feel you breathe..." last kiss

#LAST KISS #BUT IN THE PERSPECTIVE OF A PARENT #WATCHING THEIR CHILD GROW UP #AND MOVE AWAY #this is too much #writing prompts #lyralit #prompts #prompt list #Taylor swift #heartbreak prompts #song lyrics

[cantspelldragoonwithoutgoon]

local elezen has A Realisation.

... /tea indeed.

(the whole mess to this thing)

#these two have my last braincell in a chokehold #also that last kiss prompt list i stumbled upon was... inspiring >:3 #...smol wizard surprise shoulder kiss... he can't reach higher 🙊🙈 #gpose #eclaire yes like the dessert #that one AU from the void #(slightly related i can't stop screaming about void arms because... v o i d a r m s!) #elezen #wol x elidibus #=v=

[newcomernewcums]

i think price would be very good at giving spankings 👀 its the daddy energy

NSFW Price (daddy kink/spanking):

• He loves the way your ass jiggles, can’t get enough of it. Most of your punishments are him bending you over the nearest surface (his desk, his bed, his leg when there’s nothing else) and making your ass raw.

• Honestly, he just really likes your ass. It’s a problem. Before you two became a… *thing*, he was proper, made sure his eyes didn’t linger where they shouldn’t. Sure, he had to stop himself from staring a lot more than any superior should, but he kept it under wraps.

• And then he actually got you, knew what you sounded like mewling under him, what your ass looks like when it bounces on his dick, and he’s gone. After that he can’t stop himself from touching you as much as possible. There are too many times where you two almost get caught, or where he palms your ass as he passes you in the hallway, but he really can’t stop himself.

• He likes leaving marks, and since they can’t go above the collar there are almost always bruises between your thighs and on your ass. If it’s not finger prints from him using your ass to hold you down, its bite marks from him getting down on his knees—grunting as he does— and mouthing at your cheeks until he’s satisfied.

•His absolute favorite, hands down, is how cockdrunk you get when he spanks you. How you look up at him afterwards, eyes glassy, staring at him like he hung the moon and stars. Your panties are always soaked through, and half the time he can’t help but sink down to his knees, tongue lapping over your clothed pussy until you cum into his mouth

• He’d never tell you, but he loves it when you’re bad. Can’t wait for the moments you play footsie in the kitchen as the 141 is trying to have their (infrequent but nice) team lunches, or when you waltz into his office when he’s on the phone, doing your best to distract him (and succeeding more often than not).

• He takes any excuse to punish you, pushing you down, cigar hanging lazily from his mouth, and revealing your skimpy little panties. He always gives you exactly what you need, relishes in your little pants and whimpers as you beg for him.

•“Sorry daddy, d-didn’t mean to be bad,” you cry as his palm comes down. Crack. He can’t remember why he gets to punish you, but he really doesn’t care as he gets to watch your ass ripple.

• “I know, baby,” he murmurs, rubbing his hand over the already blossoming bruise. “but you needta take your punishment like a good girl for daddy, yeah? Count for me.”

• He rocks against you, dick leaking in his trousers. You make it to 15 before you break, and he pulls you into his laps, kissing your tears away and telling you how good you were for him, how well you took it, so pretty for daddy

I’ve wanted to write daddy kink price so fuckin bad man tysm

#finally getting to the last of those Price asks and it feels so good #ask #anon ask #anon ill give you all the lil kisses #news ignores the prompt as always #john price x reader #price x reader #captain price

[greypetrel]

Passing by, for good luck 🍀🌻

Today with @dreadfutures's lovely Ixchel, who managed to lure Radha out, and a colour palette which is just my jam. Radha isn't usually for kisses or public displays of affection, but I do think she'd go to peck one, very incospicuously, passing by. Solavellan assemble! This was pretty challenging to do (drawing plants is not my favourite thing + I love how Dirthamen vallaslin looks... I always struggle drawing it) BUT, Ixchel was lovely to draw and purple and yellow are my favourite colour combination. I'm happy with the result!

#ockiss24 #oc kiss week #dragon age #digital art #ixchel lavellan #radha lavellan #dreadfutures #greypetrel #illustration #inquisitor lavellan #this one made my magpie brain happy #that dupatta wasn't planned and I added it last minute but I like how it turned out #radha was too plain otherwise - which I mean it's in character! #but visually it didn't look great so she dressed up. #I do love that shade of pink! With the yellow and ochre! HHHHHH #I did love this palette I think it's been my favourite of all the prompts

[eliashirsch]

How About A Picnic?

He’s like this often. Mostly when he doesn’t get what he wants, like: when the weather isn’t a perfect ninety degrees sunny without a cloud; when his bike creates that rattling noise during that time of the month again; when his toast isn’t crispy all the way to the edges; when he wakes up and Ice isn’t there with him.

Living with Maverick means seeing him pout every ten minutes. Like what he’s doing now. Bottom lip jutting out, eyes wide and slightly teary, shoulders defeated. The man is fifty-nine years old. 

It’s all for show, of course. If Maverick Mitchell is anything but, it’s easily offended. His heart is locked away in solid steel and guarded with spiked iron. He’s just looking for a reaction. Which Ice, for all of his reputation, can’t help but react anyway.

“What’s wrong?” Ice asks, coaxing Maverick to turn around and face him.

Maverick’s not giving in easily. His back’s turned, hands on his hips like a sulking toddler who’s been refused a second cookie. “Aren’t you the so-called ‘Maverick Whisperer’? Can’t you tell?”

“I’m not a mind reader,” Ice says for the hundredth time. “C’mon. Tell me. Is it the kids? Are they teasing you again?”

“No,” Maverick hisses and dodges Ice. “Go away. I hate you.”

No, you don’t. Ice resists saying it in fear of Maverick shutting him out even more. When he’s in a fussy mood, Maverick can’t handle too much ribbing. 

“I’m sorry,” he says instead. “Is it something I did? Did I forget an anniversary?”

“You’re a shitty husband if you have to ask that.”

“Well, better late than never.”

“Hmph.” Maverick scowls and pouts even more. 

Ice considers him, then gets an idea. Maverick narrows his eyes at him as if he can see the lightbulb on top of his head. 

He takes Maverick’s arms and yanks so they’re flush chest to chest, trapping his arms underneath so Maverick can’t escape. 

Ice drops a kiss on Maverick’s nose. “Tell me.” Another to his right eyebrow. “C’mon.” To the right eyebrow. “Tell me. You know you want to.” To the high of his cheekbone. “Tell me.” To his forehead, lips, jaw, neck, ears. Then all over again.

Maverick’s tense shoulders drop little by little, and by the twentieth kiss, he’s giggling and squirming, trying to get away from Ice’s wet lips. 

“Stop!” Maverick lets out.

“Only if you tell me.”

“Fine, you asshole!” Maverick glares, fierce as a kitten. “I wanted to go on a picnic but it’s going to rain later today.”

Ice can’t help but throw his head back and laugh. Oh, Mav. “Is that it?”

Maverick flushes. “I knew you’d laugh.” He slaps Ice’s chest, though the sting of it is chased away by a gentle rub. 

“I’m sorry,” Ice says through chuckles. “It’s just—you’re so goddamn cute, you know?”

“I’m not cute!” Maverick protests cutely. 

“You are.” Ice smiles. “The cutest.”

Maverick’s pout appears again, Ice kisses it away. 

“We can just go on that picnic now,” Ice suggests.

“Now? But it’s eleven in the afternoon.”

“So?”

“So? The sun’s way too high for that!”

Ice shrugs. “So what? You want to go, right?”

Maverick stares at him in quiet amazement, probably thinking about how his usually fussy boyfriend is suggesting to go on a picnic with the sun at its peak. Probably wondering what happened to him.

Love. Love happened to him. Ice will do anything for Maverick if he asks.

“Alright,” Maverick says. “But you’re making the sandwiches.”

“Sandwiches?”

“It’s the tradition! And you’re—better at cooking than I am,” Maverick struggles to say those last few words. 

Ice smirks. “You could just slap on some peanut butter and jelly and call it a day.”

“A perfect sandwich requires ham, a sunny-side-up egg, cheese, and slightly burnt toast!”

“Fine, fine.” Ice rolls his eyes like making a sandwich for his husband is that much of a burden. “I’ll get to cooking.”

“Atta boy.” Maverick smirks, and slaps Ice’s butt. 

#another one from the kisses prompts #first post of the year! #still getting back to the flow of writing! #old men in love #can't believe my last post was a banger #who knew so many people loved hangster! #icemav #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #iceman x maverick #top gun

[cedobols]

I have a silly request/idea but before I say it, I just wanna tell you that your blog rocks my world. Your Martian art is scrumptious nom nom nom nom it is so wonderful and I smile every time it pops up on my feed ‼️💝🩷

Okay so: the "ah yes, my girlfriend and her 500 dollar four foot tall mareep" prompt but with Seb and Mark and Seb's 500 dollar five foot cinnamonroll plush.

xoxoxo love ur work 💕

#ask #my art #sebastian vettel #mark webber #martian #sebmark #thank you so much for liking my art ; that means a lot to me…. wahhh giving u hugsa and kisses #thank you also for the prompt heheh ive drawn this meme before but not with martian so i was happy to do it!!!!! #i like how ur mind works……. #REALLY THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND WORDS. IDK WHAT ELSE TO SAY BUT. Y HEART IS FULL. #ILL CONTINUE DRAWING THESE BOYS TILL MY LAST DAYS #❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[shigaeru]

J'ai voulu te paraître odieuse, inhumaine, Pour mieux te résister, j'ai recherché ta haine. De quoi m'ont profité mes inutiles soins ? Tu me haïssais plus, je ne t'aimais pas moins.

—  Phèdre, Act II Scene 5

#Shizaya #shizuo x izaya #Shizuo Heiwajima #Izaya Orihara #shizaya week 2022 #last day of shizaya week & a free prompt so I choose : shotgun kisses & warmth #cold hands gotta warm them up a little #yes i will quote Racine's Phèdre alright #I'm on team Corneille here nothing quite beats Le Cid but fine FINE Phaedra's monologue's got me by the neck #Durarara!! #Drrr #see comments for translation

[baronessblixen]

#36 for kisses 👀 tbh I'll probably send you a couple more there are so many good ones....

Prompt was: hands on the other person’s back, fingertips pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of bare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp

Set in season 7, fluff: They're not supposed to share a room while on assignment. But aren't rules meant to be broken anyway? (wc: 946)

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2023

Fictober Day 24: Rules Are Rules

Scully is about to turn off all the lights and go to bed when there’s a soft knock on her door. Her heart betrays her, thumps loudly, and she can’t help but smile. She opens the door and there’s Mulder, a sheepish look on his face.

“Hi,” he says.

“Is there anything you want, Agent Mulder?” They don't have rooms with adjoining doors this time, so anyone could see him here. Or hear him. Seven years together, and she's as paranoid as he is.

“You,” he says nonchalantly, making her blush.

“Mulder,” she scolds. “We’re on a case. What if someone sees or hears you?”

“No one here knows us. And you could just let me in.”

“It’s late,” she says, but she opens the door for him and he steps inside, his body brushing hers. He smells delicious. There’s no other word for it. She watches as he gets comfortable on her bed, wagging his eyebrows at her. Ever since their kiss on New Year’s Eve, he’s been like this. He no longer even tries to pretend he doesn’t want this. Her. But there are rules. As much as Mulder hates them – and she hates them, too, sometimes – they’re there for a reason.

“You know that this -”

“Goes against the Bureau’s policy of male and female agents consorting in the same motel room while on assignment? I know. I don’t care. I remember a time when you didn’t either.”

“You can stay for five minutes,” she says and he grins at her. They both know what five minutes mean. She’s not going to throw him out. But she’s covering her bases in case anyone asks. She gets into bed, right next to Mulder, and wonders if the newness of this will ever fade away. She hopes that it won't. She never wants to take their intimacy and this closeness for granted.

“Are you tired?” he asks her and of course his hands don’t remain idle. They start wandering. They haven’t shared a bed - or couch - all that often. Yet. All of this is still new. But Mulder knows his way around her body. Has mapped it all out in the short time they’ve been doing this. One kiss turned into two turned into a dozen. Now she’s lost count. But they haven’t done this as often as either of them would like. Work keeps getting in their way. Just like tonight.

“Hmm, a bit,” she says, her eyes fluttering shut. Mulder’s mouth is on her neck, kissing his way up to her mouth. His hand is on her back, drawing her close and holding her there. His nimble fingers never stop moving. He’s gentle. So very gentle. One time, while doing this on his couch, she fell asleep while he wrote poems on her naked back.

Now, her top is in the way. The last barrier. His fingertips press against her back as his tongue tiptoes into her mouth. She welcomes him in, greeting him with her own passion. He’s getting more persistent, his fingers roaming until they find a sliver of bare skin. And when Mulder grins against her mouth, certain he’s won, she gasps, breaking their kiss.

“Too much?” he asks, his lips glistening. His eyes are hooded and his pupils are dilated. She knows that if she were to let her own hand go to his pants, she’d find him hard and throbbing. That’s exactly why they need to stop. Her own need is pulsating within her, and with Mulder so close, it’s difficult to not throw caution to the wind.

“Mulder, we can’t do this.” His smile disappears and it breaks her heart a little bit. His hand remains on her, but his touch is light, almost uncertain.

“You mean it was a mistake,” he says, his voice cracking.

“There are rules, Mulder.”

“Who cares what we do in our time off?”

“We’re working a case,” she reminds him.

“Oh,” he says and his whole face lights up. “You mean we can’t do it now.”

“What did you think? Mulder?”

“I thought that maybe you were… rethinking this whole thing.”

“Never,” she says, pressing a kiss to his lips. If only he didn’t taste so good. And smell so fine. Staying away from him would be much easier.

“You’re sure?”

“Mulder, where is this coming from? Why do you think I don’t want this?”

“Had too much time to think,” he admits.

“Stop that,” she says to him, tracing his eyebrow, his ear, and finally his nose. “You can stay here tonight, but no funny business.”

“I promise.”

“And once we get home…”

“Funny business?”

“Lots of it.” She leans in for another kiss and has to break it off again soon, both of them too needy. “Rules,” she says, feeling out of breath.

“I hate rules.”

“I know you do. It’s just a few more nights, okay?” He nods. “You think we can sleep now? We have an early morning.” Another nod.

“Scully? Can I- can I hold you?” His request is so earnest and so gentle that she feels tears prick in her eyes. If only she could kiss all his doubts away.

“I’d like that,” she says quietly and scoots closer. She turns so that she’s the little spoon to his big spoon. He sighs into her neck, making her shiver all over.

“Thank you,” he whispers against her skin. “Good night, Scully.”

“Good night, Mulder.” For once, he falls asleep before she does. But he’s warm, and he's her safe haven, and so she lets go. One day, she knows without a doubt, they will break more rules. Tonight, though, she savors just being held by Mulder.

#fictober23 #it was time for fluff #that was my last kiss prompt :( #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

[mattodore]

kiss me till you bite ♪

#river dipping #ts4 #ts4 edit #theodore doe #matthias evanoff #a burning house to live in #echthroi #🦇 #these are from an animation not a pose so if you wanna see this in motion just go to my video tag <3 #and that gnarly ass bite on theo's throat prompted me to use this song from their playlist as the caption #anyway. more editing practice :3c there were actually six screenshots but i decided to just do the first three... #also i didn't actually end up finishing these while jerma was streaming last night bc i got too distracted watching him play #instead i finished them like riiiiight before i went to sleep as i was listening to his sorcery streams #normally i just hop between jerma videos or listening to something #really my editing go-tos are jerma / mattodore playlists / podcasts / khadija mbowe or tee noir #i don't listen to a ton of podcasts tho. it's either relistening to i am in eskew / the magnus archives / wolf 359 #or listening to behind the bastards / if books could kill / pick me up i'm scared / you're wrong about / or maintenance phase #...once again making a post where the tags have nothing to do with the actual post. well. <3 #uh. say something abt this post river. um. i like when mattodore kiss but you can't actually see it :) #they only ever kiss in private so... i think it's fitting :)<3 #something abt mattodore being so physical in public but having this line where they almost never kiss around others... brain buzzes #it's bc of theo... kissing is too personal to him. and with matthias he's never cared about it before but... kissing theo... woof. #the way theo melts when he gets kissed... matthias likes to keep that for himself. #now that this is finished i need to get to that ask in my inbox... which i definitely should have started answering by now... 🧘

[moregraceful]

It took HR three hours to acknowledge my resignation 😌 but it is done.

I am not doing anything for the rest of the day and I'm about to reblog a prompt meme for kissing in five seconds (so I stop clawing my eyes out in Canva and do something less crazymaking - to be clear I was not doing anything prior to confirmation that my resignation was received either) and later I am seeing a friend for dinner whom I ghosted for two months because I was so miserable. She's excited to hear how I found a nonprofit that is a bigger shitshow than a public library. I will ask her for a work (or??? grad school?????) reference.

Last night at dinner, while I was doing a dramatic and humorous verbal reenactment of something deeply stupid, my mom said, "I haven't seen you smile in months." Guy who weaves joy into the fiber of his being not smiling for months around family he lives with? Lmao.

#i have a PEN and my NOTEBOOKS i'm ready to THINK ABOUT MY FUTURE. after i chill out with some people kissing #i may not write all of the prompts (as usual lol) but i will try!! #also i'm so sorry to everyone who sent in something when i was doing the end of year spotify meme #i got so embarrassed because you all managed to randomly hit every single cringe megachurch praise band on my wrapped 😭 #also every time you guys send something for another prompt meme but mars in gatorade and i don't do it. i am also sorry for that too #anyway. are things scary yes. are things looking up also yes. did ko give me recommendations for tailgating table and chairs YES #one last blowout purchase before unemployement!! #fresno oilers.txt

[saturncodedstarlette]

Krueger : It’s nice to be wanted, you know?

Y/N, shakes head disapprovingly : Not by the law!

#Cod #Call of duty #Call of duty incorrect quotes #Cod Krueger #Sabastian Krueger #Cod Krueger x male reader #Cod Krueger x fem reader #Cod Krueger x gn reader #Original : prompts-forthe-soul #Original : Tumblr #If you read his bio you’ll know #sebastian krueger x reader #Sebastian Krueger x oc #Sebastian Krueger x you #🪼 | Can I get a kiss? | And can you make it last forever?

[vvenuspng]

sketch dump :•)

#my art #helluva stolas #stolitz #i prommy i’ll get to the prompts y’all sent.. but unfortunately i’ve also started my first period while off birth control today so 😁😁 #i’m telling y’all. i’m cursed. the world is against me rn. #these r from last last night and tbh i don’t think i’ll ever finish them. maybe the lil kiss one but idk #artists on tumblr #helluva blitzo #helluva boss #human stolas #doodles #sketches

[kmackatie]

Ohh can I ask for 9, 43 and (because I like angst) 60 for the kiss meme?

Hello! Thank you for these 💜

9. first kisses

Caleb's lips are soft, as the press to Essek's forehead. Warm, too, as they coast across his cheek. Hungry, when they finally press to his mouth. Essek gasps, desperate, his hands clenching in Caleb's shirt. "Again."

43. “we’ll get through this” kisses

Caleb grimaces as he stands in front of the mirror, stuffy and formal robes feeling suffocating. He already wants to rip them off, and something of this must catch in his expression as Essek chuckles slightly behind him. "It's not that bad, aşkım, it suits you." "I feel like an overstuffed peacock." "A very lovely and overstuffed peacock," says Essek, hands coming to wrap around Caleb's waist as his chin rests on Caleb's shoulder. He's dressed in comfortable house clothes, soft in a way he rarely is, and Caleb wants to stay home with him. "It's one dinner, my love, you'll get through this." A kiss is pressed to his cheek, before Essek steps back. "Find. But I want dessert when I'm home."

60. kisses with their last dying breath

Caleb's eyes are closed, his chest rising in short, shallow breathes under the soft, knitted blanket pulled up to his chin. The hand between Essek's hand is far cooler than he remembers Caleb's hand ever being, fingers twitching minutely and skin paper-thin and dry. Grey clings to his face, to his hair, deep lines paint his face. A tapestry of story, of a life well-lived and a rest well-deserved. His own eyes are damp, though he does not cry, even as he faces the reality of the one mystery chronurgy is useless against. He cradles that hand, his own shirt drenched in sweat at how warm the room is, the fire at his back real and roaring. "Essek." Caleb's eyes are open, are looking at him, the crystal blue that has captivated him so often, captivating him again here and he swallows past the lump in his throat. "I'm here." "Good. I--" The sentence trails off as Caleb blinks, as his lips quirk into a smile. "The... others?" "In the front room. They--do you want to see them?" "Nein. But soon. I'll see all of you soon." He smiles, through his pain, vowing to not look away, to bare witness to what is needed here. It will be a long journey for him. Shorter, for the others. But Caleb is right. He will see him again. Leaning down, Essek extracts one hand and caresses Caleb's cheek. "Sleep, my old friend. I am here." He presses lips to the corner of a mouth, stealing the final breath of Caleb Widogast, as he will always steal one more moment. One more stretch of time. One more--

#shadowgast #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #the mighty nein #critical role fanfic #critical role #my writing #kiss prompts #I'm sorry but also not for the last one #cr: fanfic