for @hdcandyheartsfest 's prompt: "Love"
Rated: G
CW: Love Confessions, Kissing
Draco was nothing more than a silhouette in the distance, the faintest of outlines atop the crest of a hill. He was never going to make it in time. He was too far. Draco would be gone before he got there, and he’d have no way of reaching out to him, as he didn’t even know where he was heading.
He tried to yell out, but the wind swallowed up his voice. Growing frantic, he threw red sparks into the air, hoping to get his attention. He could see Draco looking around, before he seemed to finally notice him. Relieved as he was, he still didn’t stop running, until he’d made it to Draco’s side, heaving for air. “Wait.”
Draco looked less than pleased, as he repositioned the bag that was strewn around his shoulder. “I don’t have time for this, Potter. The Portkey’s about to leave.”
His lungs still burned, as he forced himself to slow his breathing, so he could speak without gasping. “I know, but you can’t… You can’t leave. Please.”
“Why? You know there’s nothing left for me here.” Draco’s eyes were growing suspicious. “Who put you up to this?”
“No one did, but I couldn’t just let you disappear like that. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t think you’d care. You have your own friends, your own life.”
“I thought we were friends!” He snapped, unable to keep the desperation out of his voice.
Draco’s eyebrows furrowed, his lip twitching. “I thought it was just for show. I didn’t think you actually liked spending time with me.”
“You’re really dense sometimes, you know that?”
Draco’s lips curled into a sneer. “That’s rich, coming from you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Draco let out a sharp huff and shook his head. “I’ve got to go, Potter.”
“Wait.”
“Why?”
“Because I… I think I love you.”
Draco’s agitated expression slipped, revealing shock and a brief moment of softness, as he stared over at him. “What?”
He nearly grimaced, as he started to realize that it was very possible that Draco wanted nothing to do with him, and he’d only managed to make a fool of himself by coming out here. He’d been so caught up in his revelation about what his feelings meant, only to find out from Pansy that Draco was leaving the country immediately after, that he’d not had a moment to actually think about what he was doing. How could he? He had to stop Draco from vanishing from his life forever, but what if Draco didn’t want to be a part of his life, what could he do then?
“I… I think I love you.” He repeated, unsure of what else to say, as there was nothing else to say. If Draco didn’t love him, and he still wanted to leave, he wouldn’t try to stop him.
Draco was still just gawking at him, disbelief clear in his eyes. “You… You do?”
He nodded, waiting for Draco to say something.
There was a long pause, before Draco suddenly rushed forwards and crushed him in a hug, lifting him up into the air, while his face flushed pink from the cold, or at least, he thought that had to be why. “You couldn’t have told me this before I paid for the Portkey?”
“Well, I… I sort of just figured it out.” He mumbled, his feet dangling below him, as Draco squeezed the life out of him.
Draco shook his head, a blinding and unguarded smile lighting up his face. He didn’t think he’d ever seen Draco like that before, so happy and open. “And you call me dense.”
He couldn’t help but smile, as Draco’s glee was contagious, even if he had just insulted him, again. “So… Do you uhm… Like me?” He asked, even if Draco’s enthusiastic behavior would make no sense otherwise.
“Of course, I love you, you idiot. I’ve been dropping hints for the past four months. At first, I thought you were just being a bit thick, and then I thought you were intentionally ignoring me.” Draco released him and stepped back, his bag having dropped off of his shoulder, hanging off the crook of his arm.
“Oh. I… I didn’t…” His voice died away, as he knew he was only proving Draco right. “You could’ve been more clear.”
“I was plenty clear, Potter.” Although, Draco was still smiling. “You really ran all the way out here just to stop me?”
He nodded, his heart pounding away in his chest, as he found himself staring at Draco’s lips, which were still parted slightly and seemed to be chapped from the cold.
Draco let out a breathy laugh, which caused puffs of frosty air to swirl around them, as he shook his head. “You’re unbelievable. What would you have done if I’d already left?”
“Cry, I guess?”
Draco let out an amused huff and chewed on his bottom lip, his eyes lingering on him, while something fragile and delicate blossomed beneath his grey irises. “I think I’d rather like to kiss you.”
He could feel himself starting to blush, as he nodded, losing the ability to speak. Draco’s lips were so close, and his breath was so warm and gentle against his skin, all he wanted was to be closer. So, he leaned forwards, letting their lips brush.
There was a sharp, cracking pop, causing both of them to leap apart, as the Portkey vanished.
“So.” Harry asked, feeling as if he might collapse at any moment. “You still want to leave?”
Draco cleared the distance between them with one long stride, curling a hand against his cheek, as he let their lips linger right beside each other. “I think I can find it in myself to stick around.”
He let out a content hum and tilted his head forwards, letting them finish the kiss that had been rudely interrupted.
non sexual intimacy!!!! bathing together, washing each other, playing with each other's hair, kissing every inch of their body, writing love letters on their back with your finger, connecting their moles and freckles to create constellations on their skin, running your hands up and down their thighs, ugh just expressing physical love without it having to be about sex!!!!
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writing smut depends on each person's writing style but i think there's something so gut-wrenchingly beautiful about smut when it's not very graphic and vivid. like., would this turn on a reader more?
"he kissed her, pulling her body closer to him."
or this?
"His lips felt so familiar it hurt her heart. His breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. She let herself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against her spine. He drew her closer."
(Before proceeding further, these are all "in my opinion" what I think would make it better. Apply parts of the advice you like and neglect the aspects you do not agree with it. Once again I'm not saying you have to follow a certain type of style to write smut! Creative freedom exists for a reason!)
One may like either the top or the bottom one better, but it totally depends on your writing to make it work. Neither is bad, but the second example is more flattering, talking literally.
express one's sensory feelings, and the readers will automatically know what's happening.
writing, "her walls clenched against him, her breath hitching with his every thrust" is better than writing, "she was about to cum".
here are some vocabulary you can introduce in your writing:
shivering, shuddering, curling up against one's body, squirming, squirting, touching, teasing, taunting, guiding, kneeling, begging, pining, pinching, grinding,
swallowing, panting, sucking in a sharp breath, thrusting, moving gently, gripped, biting, quivering,
nibbling, tugging, pressing, licking, flicking, sucking, panting, gritting, exhaling in short breaths,
wet kisses, brushing soft kisses across their body (yk where), licking, sucking, teasing, tracing, tickling, bucking hips, forcing one on their knees
holding hips, guiding the one on top, moving aimlessly, mindlessly, sounds they make turn insanely beautiful, sinful to listen to
some adverbs to use: desperately, hurriedly, knowingly, teasingly, tauntingly, aimlessly, shamelessly, breathlessly, passionately, delicately, hungrily
he sighed with pleasure
her skin flushed
he shuddered when her body moved against his
he planted kisses along her jawline
her lips turned red, messy, kissed and flushed.
his hands were on his hair, pulling him.
light touches traveled down his back
words were coiled at his throat, coming out as broken sobs, wanting more
he arched his back, his breath quivering
her legs parted, sinking into the other's body, encircling around their waist.
+ mention the position, how they're being moved around---are they face down, kneeling, or standing, or on top or on bottom--it's really helpful to give a clear picture.
+ use lustful talk, slow seduction, teasing touches, erratic breathing, give the readers all while also giving them nothing. make them yearn but DO NOT PROLONG IT.
sources to refer to for more: (will be updated soon!)
There's an up-and-coming Tech Giant, called Fenton Works, and Batman is determined to prove that the company is a front for a villain.
Danny, after his parents turned from Ghost hunting to being the first official Ghost Anthropologists, decided to repurpose some of their weapons.
And, well, there was a contest being run by Wayne Enterprises; whoever can design a robot that will help the environment got prize money and a grant.
Danny, in all his mechanical engineering prowess, was bored. So he designed a thing. Repurposed the Fenton Guns into a cute robotic tortoise that would clean the beach.
It spiraled from there, and now Fenton Works is the leading name in green technology that's cleaning up the Earth bit by bit. Sea Dragon robots that clean oil and trash from the ocean; beach tortoises that clean the sand and beach and deposit their hoard of trash into designated receptacles that Danny uses as material to make more robots; Cryptid "stalker" robots with long legs that delicately patrol forests to perform "fuel management" and clear out the underbrush to help manage wildfires; moving gargoyle robots that sit on top of skyscrapers to help clean the air with huge sail-like wings, etc.
Basically, Danny pulls a Doctor Elisabet Sobeck, but with less world ending and more actually helping. (Not that the world ending was Elisabet's fault, of course, but different franchise)
And due to the number of times aliens try to attack and rogues send their own robots to attack people, naturally Danny installed self-defense protocols, along with one single golden rule written into the very OS of every single robot; Save Humans Whatever the Cost.
Problem is, Batman has never seen robots like this not be used for evil purposes, and he knows that their power source (a closely guarded Fenton Works secret) is some sort of liquid that glows green.
He really only knows of one liquid that glows green.
So he's determined to find everything he can about Fenton Works, because there's no way that Daniel Fenton isn't actually a villain in the making.
Danny's just thrilled for the chance to work with Wayne Enterprises.
Hello I love your bg3 content and your Dorian is so lovely! Can we get like an alternative reality with Dorian and Ascended Astarion? What would your headcannon be for them? 🙇