#first kiss babes

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[smallidarityfan]

AHHHH!!!!! AHHHHHH!!!!!!!! MY BOYS!!!! 🥹🥹🥹

[mydarlingmylifeandmybride]

Luis carruthers was the og delulu girl

[justsomecouscous]

'in my relationship I only want a guy who's 6ft and has muscles' this 'I want a girl who has a big ass and boobs' that

Nah FUCK that

I want someone to lovingly hold my face in their hands and look adoringly at me then kiss me while the fans scream and cry from happiness after waiting for 5 seasons and the old bitter white men to sit seething in their arm chairs

[sga-owns-my-soul]

actually it's really offensive that i can't give rodney mckay a god complex

[aro-in-danyl]

Eve!Alastor AU with Fallen!Adam AU

Continuation of this post

A snake demon ascended to heaven, it's only fair that it's the first man that proves souls in heaven could also fall.

But of course, that wasn't quite correct.

Just like with the apple in Eden, it was Eve who had first eagerly jumped headfirst into sin. Consuming the apple and making a deal for access to hell; never thinking of the consequences.

That's how Adam thought of it in his more narcissistic moods. But in his fleeting self-reflective moments, he admitted that it was because she was more courageous, confident, and charming than he ever could be. And he loved her for it in the same measure that it made him insecure.

There was a reason both the women made for him had a personality that shown brighter than the light-bringer himself.

Eve did as she pleased, giving zero fucks about how others perceived her. When they'd both reunited in heaven, Adam observed how the angels saw Eve, they watched her like she was an equal. He was a joke to them, the second human to eat from the apple.

And now the second former angelic human soul to fall. What a fucking joke.

[hellofanidea]

45. leather belt with a silver buckle for babelieb

NSFW below the cut because I did in fact think about my rarepair fucking on the floor for too long

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The first time they screw, more than just hurried hands and mouths, is in a motel just outside of Philadelphia. They don't plan it, both exhausted from the last three days - from driving and not sleeping and the fight Babe had with his folks and his sisters and Bill as he bundled his shit into Joe's car.

They've gotten a twin room, ostensibly to save money but mostly to stay in each other's sight at all times, and lingering touches turn to kisses, turn to Joe pushing Babe against a wall and grinding a thigh between his legs as he sucks hickeys into his collarbone.

"Jesus, Joe, Jesus Christ," is all Babe can say, his hands refusing to cooperate as he grabs at him. Joe's still dressed where Babe is just in his shorts, fresh from the shower and ready to sleep, and his fingertips keep sliding off the fabric of Joe's shirt. "Joe, fuck-"

"Thought you missed me?" Joe pants slyly. Babe makes a particularly inarticulate noise and gropes down Joe's front to get at his slacks, at the belt keeping them up around his bony hips. The buckle is almost bitingly cold, but he persists, grabs at Joe's erection below it as he slides the leather free. "Fu-uck, Babe-"

They don't move apart more than a handful of inches as they strip Joe of his layers and rid Babe of his boxers. They barely make it to one of the beds.

"So pretty," Joe mumbles, between smearing kisses anywhere he can reach and fumbling with the lube he's magicked up from a pocket or bag or could have summoned out of thin air for all that Babe cares. "My pretty baby..."

He's being so much sweeter than the normal filth he would pour into Babe's ear in haylofts and foxholes, and it does something funny to his insides, makes him writhe all the more desperately against him.

The people next door can probably hear them, know exactly what they're doing, but fuck them, Babe thinks viciously, fuck them, he's owed this, they're both owed this. Let them know, let them see them emerge tomorrow and think whatever they want, because they aren't worth the energy it would take for Babe to drag himself away from Joe again.

Restraint is for other people. It's for people who haven't jumped out of planes and fired machine guns and seen their friends bleed in the snow like animals. It's for people who know how to move on without feeling like they've left most of themselves behind.

And then Joe is pushing his fingers in, one at a time. There's more pain than pleasure at first, but Babe just breathes through it, hooking one leg up and over Joe's back. He bites more than kisses at Joe's mouth until the intrusion hits just right and he's keening, scratching down his shoulders, rocking into the sensation.

It makes Joe groan like he's the one being fucked open. He's smearing precum onto Babe's hip, and Babe twists his body to give him some friction.

"If I go off now," warns Joe. "It's gonna take a minute for me to get in you."

That makes Babe laugh, and he cants his hips again so he can watch Joe grunt and curse. In revenge, Joe crooks his fingers hard and mean in a way that sends pleasure shooting through Babe so violently he shudders, spine arching off of the mattress in a curve he didn't know he could make. Joe laughs, then, and licks into Babe's gasping mouth.

"Think I could get you off like this, huh, sweetheart?" And there's the sharper teasing Babe remembers. "Just like this, then screw you when you're all fucked-out and easy for me?"

"Jesus, Joe, don't," Babe whines, even though the thought has his dick twitching eagerly.

"Yeah, okay, maybe next time," Joe acquiesces.

Next time. Babe arches again, squeezing his eyes shut at the wave of something that travels through him at the thought. They had never had a guaranteed next time before. Not even after V-J Day. Next time, and the time after, and the time after-

He shoots off before he can even warn Joe, his whole body locking up tight and then completely unraveling. There's a shout ringing in his ears that he thinks is Joe's name bouncing off of the walls of the motel room.

"Fuck, there you go, that's it, show me how you like it-"

The fingers in him curl into that perfect spot again and again until Babe's leg is twitching with the aftershocks. His tongue feels too heavy to form words, but the pitch of his noises must turn sour, because Joe pulls out gently, keeps his legs spread around him but bending over Babe to press soft, open mouthed, kisses to his neck and shoulders.

He's still talking, too quietly for Babe to make out the words, but the vibrations against his skin are nice, soothing, help his mind refocus from how hard his orgasm crashed into him. With the tips of his fingers still tingling with static, Babe moves clumsy hands from where they'd fallen against the mattress to Joe's back, petting at him weakly, feeling the jut of his vertebrae and the thin sheen of sweat building on his skin.

"Alright, Babe, I gotcha, I gotcha, that's it, honey," Joe is cooing, the words once again making sense to Babe's ears. He laughs, a blissed out, disbelieving noise, and Joe lifts his head to give him a wicked grin. "Okay, so maybe we don't leave it to next time, huh?"

[connorjesup]

Zenra Meshi (2023)

[alejunsu]

Pit Babe EP3

[fandomonium-crack]

Okay here’s a fun little facts about me. I keep track of Fake First Kisses for every BL series I watch. Obviously this is kinda based on my own opinion but my only rules are that a couple’s first real can’t be while one or both parties is drunk and that feelings must be confessed on both sides (not necessarily a blatant confession which is where things can get a little fuzzy).

The point of this is that MingJoe in My Stand-In currently have 14 FFKs which is the most of any couple in a BL I have ever watched. For Playboyy I counted total fake kisses between all the boys because that shit was way too confusing to keep track of. In total they had 34 but that is between six couples/ships. That’s only an average of 6 per ship and we’ve already almost reached half of the total number for that show with My Stand-In. With one couple. And the shows not even over yet. We haven’t even gotten their first real kiss yet.

Another interesting thing to me is the concept of “no kiss rules” like we saw in Pit Babe and are seeing in Wandee Goodday. There’s something about knowing the characters are actively sleeping with each other (very often), but yet they haven’t allowed themselves to give the other person access to this more intimate, vulnerable act. Babe tried so hard (not really 🤭) to hold onto that rule with Charlie but those boys still had 5 FFKs. I’m really interested to see if Dee can hold out or if he will also give in and let Yak kiss him before they get their heads out of their asses and realize that they like each other. I swear we get a scene every single week of them both leaning in only for Dee to remember his rule and shake himself out of his lustful haze 😔🤦🏼‍♀️.

Anyways if you’ve read the entirety of this rant, thanks for indulging me 😘

[spaceratprodigy]

hmmm....god you make me feel alive for max & faith for the prompt game ehehehe (or would it be...law you make me feel alive...ehehe) 🤍

@hibernationsuit — [ intimacy prompts ]

Productive night at the Hermit's Lodge 🥴

pose reference

[agendratum]

[kenta and i]

we just saw a flashback of you two kissing

[derangedthots]

and if i said vermax has constant beef with arrax bc luke LOVES taking jace on private flights and can't even wait for jace to saddle vermax before taking them to the sky, what then? if i followed that up with lord of the tides!luke stealing the future king away in the afternoons, kissing him while they're both bathed in the light of the sunset? taking jace's face and counting each individual eyelash? softly wiping the high points of his cheek where the sea breeze has kissed the skin only luke's lips should be allowed to touch? yeah...yeah

[piperslovebot]

Riverdale (TV 2017-2023)

That 90s Show (TV 2023-present)

[tallmadgeandtea]

International Kissing Day (Turn Week Prompt):

Couldn’t help myself and wrote some of In A Faith Forgotten Land (Civil War AU) today. Hope you enjoy!:

The door closed. He was dreamlike in the gaslight, wearing only his shirt and suspenders, bare skin peeking through the slit, a glance of his chest, muscles hiding underneath the thin fabric. If she closed her eyes, would he fade away, dissolve in reality? She wanted to touch him.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she whispered, her voice strangled and strange in her ears.

“I know.”

Against every rule, against her father’s wishes, hell, against her own laws, she stood up straighter. “Don’t leave.”

He laughed, a deep, enchanting sound, as if it pulled her toward him. His boots creaked on the hardwood floor, and she prayed—Oh God, don’t let anyone hear. God, don’t let anyone find him.

Let me keep him for one moment.

Let me have him for one night.

He shook his head, “You think I can?"

Did she sigh? Did she cry out? God, she couldn’t even hear herself. Everything was tuned to him, the way he moved, crossing in quick strides, the way he breathed, shaky and scared, the way she felt, and, if she closed her eyes, threw away her fears, she swore she would hear his heartbeat.

Back away, Elizabeth.

Be true to yourself- no, be true to your life, Elizabeth.

The distance was broken.

He stood in front of her.

She’d never been kissed before.

Could he see it in her eyes? Her nervous stare? Her own heartbeat was strangled in her neck. Go ahead, she’d guide his hand, see how it runs for you.

“Benjamin-"

He kissed her.

His lips gently pressed her mouth open, and she let him in, her chin raised, cradled in his hand. There was a gentle force in his kiss, guiding her, pulling her closer, molding her like clay. She nearly collapsed in his grip— a quiet frenzy to hold him tight, wrap her arms around his neck, chest to chest.

He pulled away only for a second, and she caught her breath, too little as his hands moved to her waist, his splayed on her corset. She gasped. Oh, God. This is what it feels like? Again, he kissed her again, and she didn’t- what did she imagine it would be like? She always thought it would be chaste, standing at the aisle, her father in the first pew at Christ Church. Feelings locked away. Like everything else in Philadelphia. Nothing prepared her for this— not the dances, not the way he looked at her that very first night, standing on her perch, a barely concealed glare-

They broke, and the gaslight was too bright in her eyes.

“Elizabeth…” he buried his face in her hair, but he didn’t release her.

She was stunned, silent.

“Oh, Elizabeth…”

He turned his head, and his cheek brushed hers.

“Don’t say anything,” she whispered with newfound conviction.

If she begged, would he stay? Would he hold her until this cruel war was over? Forget fighting, forget glory, forget who she was-

Her hair-

He let her hair down, her pins on the floor, and he stroked the thick, blonde curls. Another gentleness she didn’t know she wanted, didn’t know she craved.

Why did he stop?

Benjamin let go.

And for a moment, she thought she would die.

They stared at each other, breathing heavily, the air thick and heady, an invisible force hanging between them.

“Oh God,” he whispered.

“Benjamin-"

He held out a hand, the barrier visible, now.

“I don’t… I don’t know- Oh, Good God, what have I done?”

She scoffed— what have you done?

Shouldn’t you ask yourself the same?

[cerealbishh]

"We're in the exact same place we were before..."

"We are in such a different place. We're communicating, we're- we're listening to each other... We're gonna figure it out, together."