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❤️❤️❤️ // Where the Daffodils Grow: Chapter 11
Some fanart for the amazingly talented @sweetlilbird! This scene was!!! Really cute!! (anyway go read their fic it is very fun)
💋 Friday Kiss Tag 💋
Rules: From your Story/WIP, share a kiss. It can be any kiss—from familial pecks on the cheek, forehead kisses, platonic smooches, to full-blown makeouts. Spread the love! ❤️
Rules: Share a snippet of your writing!
Thanks for tagging me! @unmaskedcardinal
I shall poke @powerfultenderness & @mytanuki-kun and encourage y'all to participate if you wish!
Considering I'm currently working on my last few works for the Aug-Kissed prompts, I have several kisses to choose from in my WIPs, so I settled on giving y'all a sneak peek at my first draft for next weeks post! Fellswap! Paprus/Reader (Gender Neutral)
Rus leans in, his height enough that you have to lean back against the bannister to accommodate. He stills, face just a few centimetres away, your breath intermingling with his, smelling of the odd scent of the dog treat.
He takes long enough that you wonder if he’s having second thoughts, when his teeth brush against your lips gently. At first, it’s exactly what you might expect kissing teeth would be like, stiff and not really exciting, but then you feel the almost fizzy sensation of a carbonated drink upon your lips. Then there's movement, something you recognise as very much a kiss, and this time you reciprocate, trying to match the slow rhythm of his magic.
It’s quite chaste, really, not the whirlwind of a kiss you read about in books.
But when he pulls back, breathing just a touch deeper from holding his breath, you decide you quite enjoyed that regardless.
Deciding What Counts
Swapfell! Papyrus/Reader (Gender Neutral) 2.5k, Rated T
Summary:
“Lips touched lips, I think that’s about as much as you need to say you’ve been kissed.”
“so you’re saying a kiss from me wouldn’t count?”
@aug-kissed 2024 week 4 prompt: First Kiss!
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Slamming the front door open like a mad person, you stumble onto the porch feeling delirious, the taste of something so overwhelmingly sweet on your tongue that you can’t even begin to guess what sort of booze it’s masking. Your breaths are coming fast and shallow, heart pounding so hard in your chest it feels like it’s going to bruise, and it's only by muscle memory that you close the door behind you before you find the sturdy surface of the wall and slide to the floor, tucking your head between your knees, just trying to control your breathing.
It takes a moment for you to notice the smell. Not the skunky, vaguely herbal scent of pot, and definitely not the dry ashy scent of cigarettes either. It sorta smells like dog kibble?
“you gonna throw up?” The stranger's voice is quiet, unbothered as they inhale something, and another fresh whiff of that smell hits you stronger.