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50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

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Small kisses littered across the other’s face.

A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.

A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.

Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift.

French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them.

Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand.

A kiss that lasts so long, they are sharing each other’s breaths.

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

Butterfly kisses against the other’s cheeks.

A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.

One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.

Teasing kisses where one person blows air into the other’s mouth and runs away.

One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.

A chaste kiss given to each other because they are in mixed company.

A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating.

Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.

Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain.

Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other person’s ear.

Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.

One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.

Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.

Weak, sweaty kisses because it’s unbearably hot.

Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.

A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards.

An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

Kisses that start on their fingers and run up their arm, eventually ending on their lips.

An awkward kiss given after a first date.

Starting with bunny kisses before moving on to soft kisses.

Cleaning the other person’s lips with a lick and a kiss.

Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss.

Kissing tears from the other’s face.

A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them.

Kisses shared under an umbrella.

Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

A kiss pressed to the top of the head.

Tentative kisses given in the dark.

Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.

A lingering kiss before a long trip apart.

A kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged.

One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s.

Short and sweet kiss after meeting up for a date.

A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.

Damen and Laurent from the Captive Prince Trilogy (C.S. Pacat) 

The orbs of fire, water, thunder, air and darkness. Edit 3 & 6 by Daniele Valeriani.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 (2011)

Dark! Draco in a Beauxbatons uniform

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We humbly request a microfic that includes breakfast in bed, a sausage pun, and maybe Draco falling out of bed trying to keep eyes on Harry’s magnificent backside.

We humbly thank thee, House of Fake.

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“I asked for sausage.”

“We’re out of sausage,” Harry said, grinning at his petulant, pouting lover, who was barely visible under his mountain of pillows. Harry saw a narrowed grey eye and a tuft of blond hair. He set the tray down on the middle of the bed. “You get bacon.”

“Why are you wearing an apron?” Draco asked, his voice still rough from sleep.

“To protect the sausage,” Harry replied, smirking. Draco groaned in exasperation, throwing two fluffy pillows at him. Harry batted them away, snickering.

“That was horrible,” Draco grumbled. Harry could hear the poorly-hidden smile in it; he felt it mirrored on his own face. “And you didn’t even bring tea, you utter brute.”

“My tray is only so big,” Harry chuckled, then turned away to retrieve the tea from the luxurious kitchen on the other side of their bright, spacious loft. He smiled to himself. Ours.

He didn’t make it past the table before he was startled by a heavy thump and a loud, indignant squawk. Harry whirled around in alarm, only to see a tangle of pale, gangly limbs in a pile of duvet, puddled on the floor next to their bed. Draco groaned from somewhere within the lump of linens.

“This is your fault,” Draco said, the sound muffled by cloth and down feathers.

Harry tried very hard not to laugh. “You falling out of bed is my fault, Draco?” His voice shook, his lips pressed together to hold it in.

“Harry,” Draco whinged. Some movement among the heap of white, then Draco’s face popped out from the top, his cheeks flushed bright red. He looked like the cherry on top of a mound of cream. Harry bit down on his own fist, but the laughter was bubbling up out of his throat, irrepressible.

Draco pouted again. “I don’t want tea, and I don’t want bacon, you bloody idiot. I want breakfast.”

Harry’s hand held the apron over his stomach, his muscles aching from suppressing his laughter. “Draco, you’ll eat what I made you—”

Draco growled in frustration and stood, clumsily extracting himself from his cloud-like prison. Harry’s eyes widened as he strode purposefully over to the kitchen, nude and irresistible, his eyes heated and annoyed and fixed on Harry alone.

“I’ll eat what I want, Potter,” he purred, biting down on Harry’s lower lip, turning Harry’s giggle into a gasp. He turned Harry around and bent him shamelessly over the table.

“Oh,” Harry said, “oh,” as Draco’s lips met the base of his spine, then lower. “Alright, then, you’re in charge of breakf—fuck.”

canon¹ harry meets fanon² harry

¹ canon aka this small, oblivious, "straight", sometimes sarcastic gryffindork

² fanon aka confident, sassy bi, who got sorted to slytherin

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