Share the most romantic (but sfw) scenes from your stories!

BoomerZ 2024-02-18 17:49:26 UTC #4

ending to episode 93.

Leyelle 2024-02-19 15:48:22 UTC #5

This isn't in the story in reality, but it is one of the minis, so here we have:

Leyelle 2024-03-07 02:31:46 UTC #6

When I got to Kattar’s place the door was unlocked and the living room - awash with light - cratered with leftover footprints matting down the carpet - haunting intimations of a ghostly army - not long gone.

I forgot the caregivers would have to work on Christmas.

I forgot that he couldn’t live even one day without reminders of the accident.

That was my luxury - when I could learn to ignore the scars - and my demons grinding their teeth-

I guess that’s why he was crying - weeping quietly over a steaming bowl of broth like matzo ball soup was the most tragic thing under the sun.

I think I grew roots, right then-

I couldn’t think - I couldn’t speak - feeling all the reason pour out of me-

I thought I was coming to give him a piece of my mind.

-Thought - I was finally gonna tell him the “truth” - how furious I was - how sick of him I’d gotten-

Instead, I told him truth.

Kissed him -

                     Every one of my nerves on edge and skin sparking until the voices in my head exploded

‘til I didn’t know

                    If I should cry or start breathing again, cuz he didn’t fight it -

Leyelle 2024-03-07 02:47:59 UTC #7

don't know why my post did something weird

Leyelle 2024-03-30 20:59:53 UTC #8

I want to say something, but my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, as he just beams at me glancing up from beneath the dark lashes with a slight, bashful smile.

“It’s my fault,” and he means it, “I’m all yours.”

Now it’s my turn to flush scarlet, from my cheeks to my hair.

Don’t phrase it like that.

He’s teasing me.

But there’s something about the shy light in his eyes that is so much sweeter and more honest than the roguish, devil-may-care confidence, that I almost lose my sensibilities.

He’s not teasing me. And that’s…

“Never mind, go back to being distracted.”

He smirks, raising one eyebrow as the waiter comes over with our plates.

“I am.” He mouths, and I nearly choke on my water.

CarltonIsaac 2024-03-31 01:14:17 UTC #9

drewdoniger 2024-03-31 02:06:26 UTC #10

I would have to say the ending of the date between Emerald and Isham.

Anyways, if you want to see the whole story, here it is from the beginning:

Leyelle 2024-04-06 18:17:31 UTC #11

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kyupol 2024-04-07 00:32:48 UTC #12

Here's from the more recent webtoon

Leyelle 2024-04-24 21:15:39 UTC #13

“My husband comes home in an hour, so I’ve gotta hide this contraband. I technically have two new dresses cuz he got me this gray cocktail beauty for our date tonight. It’s absolutely chic, but there's no color to it, you know? How can he expect me to walk around in mourning duds all the time?”

I smile in spite of myself.

“I’m wearing this pretty bland black dress myself at the moment. I look like an advertisement for ‘Blasé Couture.’”

“Never!” Melissa’s text laughs. “I don’t believe it. And even if you were, you’d get me to buy anything you were selling.”

“Give me a second,” I laugh quickly, “I’ll send you a selfie.”

Shifting the phone to a couple of equally awkward different angles, I select the best of my half dozen pictures and hit the ‘share’ button, which immediately shoots me to my contact page.

There are way too many numbers there considering that I rarely call anyone but Kat, and he and Melissa’s chats are flip-flopping places as replies come through on each other’s tails, like two runners jockeying for position in an evenly matched race. I tap Melissa’s number as it pops to first place and hit send, but for some strange reason, the picture doesn’t appear in the chat.

That’s a little weird.

I send the image again, and this time it comes through. I get a bubble full of heart-eyed emojis from Melissa at the same time a text comes through from Kattar-

“Um…This picture?”

Zyephen 2024-04-25 07:22:32 UTC #14

Not sure if it's 100% SFW, but there's no bits visible at least XD

This isn't a scene so much as a promotional pic of these 2. These 2 characters, Havacir and Illevas, have a somewhat unspoken attraction and eventually end up finding comfort in each other in an otherwise horrible place. Havacir is a 38 year old slave soldier prototype from a military program that has enhanced him physically and altered his mind from a young age. He has been deployed to be used against his own people, and does so obediently with no will of his own or hope for liberation to speak of. Illevas is a young slave, only recently captured and still full of hope yet powerless to change her tormented life as a love slave to a man she hates. The 2 are a bit star-crossed as she tries to rekindle light in his darkness, while he maintains that she shouldn't hold on to impossible aspirations and accept her place. These 2 are definitely one of my favorite pairs from my comic and I like any scene where they get to spend a moment together and find small bits of contentment and eventual romance with one another. Plus they are horse-folk so love the hoofers <3

Leyelle 2024-05-19 11:45:00 UTC #15

I just know she’s definitely uncomfortable now, laughing awkwardly, “It happens to be the only nice dress I own, thanks to my impossibly poor taste…”

I sort-of-laugh out of relief as her expression seems to lighten - her smile promising that the laughter isn’t just for my benefit, but sincere.

Must be nice.

But something still says nervous - restlessness, in the way her hands fidget with the pink cloth between her fingertips.

What I wouldn’t give to be sure today’s anxiety had nothing to do with me…

Things were a lot less awkward when she was just furious at me for never having a girlfriend.

Now neither of us seems to be able to pick what annoys us the most about my state of existence.

“Did you want your medical bag…” she trails off, glancing toward the item in question. When she looks back there’s an expression in her eyes I don’t like.

Like pity.

I don’t need this, from her of all people.

I start to frown before I catch myself, making myself shrug casually.

But as she turns away quickly I suddenly have the strong desire…

I’m not exactly sure why…

…To try and pick her up off the floor.

I’m almost positive I could, even from the chair, given that she’s never surpassed even 95 pounds.

But I know better than to try for a whole slew of reasons.

I’d rather not give her more occasions to have to forgive me.

Instead, I snag hold of her sash lightly with one hand, hauling her back to her starting place, amongst an infuriated stumble that almost topples her over into my arms.

ilesarki 2024-05-19 14:39:26 UTC #16

Leyelle 2024-06-09 13:26:51 UTC #17

I'm not going to give spoilers. I'm going to stop spoiling my own story.

But there are some more romantic parts coming up in "Damsel in the Red Dress" this month, I'm stoked for everybody to get to read them!

Anyway, here's the most recent update

Leyelle 2024-07-07 12:37:27 UTC #18

I take my measurements quickly - almost certainly getting them wrong - and leave the measuring tape on Kattar’s bed. He’ll almost certainly be annoyed - but I have to just deal with that today-

“Took you long enough,” Kattar smiles a little teasingly as I drag myself back into the living room.

“I’ve gained a few inches,” I mutter, sitting at the opposite end of the couch, not looking him in the face.

I watch out of the corner of my eye as he’s washed in-

Worry-

About me, please.

I’m not okay.

“Is that something to cry over, bella?” he smiles nervously, putting one hand to my burning cheek and trying to get me to look at him - and his words start to mesh into each other-

It’s just the accent - But that’s not what I hear.

“-It wouldn’t kill you to gain a few pounds. You’d lost too much weight back then.”

“Aish,” I shake my head trying to shake off my anxiety, but it clings to me like - “You sound like a mother…”

“Ahhhh, that won’t do,” he shakes his head, cringing a little, “What should I say then? I prefer my sweetheart a little softer.”

“Not on your life,” I redden through the discomfort, “That’s too bad. Don’t go starting trouble.”

Leyelle 2024-07-22 17:10:55 UTC #19

Two romantic doodles I made of the leads from my two novels

Leyelle 2024-08-21 15:05:28 UTC #20

“Kat,” I ask a little shyly, as he keeps watching my face…waiting for me to be convinced it’s ‘okay’ so he can stop panicking that I can see through -

But I have to…

“Do you remember that old X-Men show we used to watch when we were younger, where there was that chick who could steal people’s powers and memories, and she always did it by kissing them for no reason?”

Breathe.

“Yeah.”

I can’t tell if…

“We’re going to play a little game,” it’s almost a whisper, and he looks at me with a nerve-wracking-ly impassive expression - almost impassive - but in his eyes, I can see that slight light and coquettish curiosity-

“If I kiss you, I steal your memories, and you have to answer one question for me.”

Leyelle 2024-09-10 16:53:32 UTC #21

SPOILER WARNING!:

Kiss him.

I already am before I can second guess what I’m doing-

-It’s…too much like that nightmare-

-I can’t regret this again-

My breath comes and goes again too fast - almost clipping off - before it really feels like breathing but-

He doesn’t fight it this time either.

-But this time - even as I can feel his tears on both of our faces - I’m terribly afraid that I’m going to wake up - for the ten thousandth time - and find - I’m still just as petrified - until I feel him tapping my arm like he’s trying to tap out-

A…

Lise…

“I can’t breathe,” he almost laughs through the whispered gasp - reddening violently-

“I’m sor-” I start to say - burning from head to toe - but the look on his face stops me.

“If you say you’re sorry, you’ll make me think you regret it.”

It’s barely a breath, but it’s something like terror.

“Then I’m not sorry,” I say too quickly, even as I struggle to keep myself from looking away - as Kattar covers his smile with one hand, laughing too nervously, his eyes disappearing in his face-

“I actually am awake right…?”

“What kind of dreams-?” I start to ask.

“Don’t ask me that,” he shakes his head, cringing before resting his arms and head on the upholstered armrest in mortification. “Ohhhhhhh, I’m going to be spending ages in purgatory…”

supriyashukla2398 2024-09-10 16:58:54 UTC #22

For a second—no, for longer—he was completely mesmerized by Milo’s beauty. Kiet’s focus shifted, no longer on the pain but on the person tending to him. His eyes traced every detail and every subtle movement of Milo’s hands as they worked with such care. The tension in his expression softened as he took in the gentle slope of Milo’s nose, the way his eyelashes brushed against his skin when he blinked, and then, inevitably, his gaze fell to Milo’s lips. Those lips, slightly parted as Milo concentrated on the wound, looked soft and inviting, and Kiet found himself unable to look away.

In that moment, Kiet was completely and utterly lost in Milo.

“You’re really beautiful,” Kiet murmured, his voice low and almost reverent. The words hung in the air between them, sinking into Milo’s heart like a stone into a still pond.

Milo’s eyes widened in surprise, his breath catching in his throat. He hadn’t expected that—not from Kiet, not in a moment like this. His mind raced, trying to process the sudden shift in their dynamic, but before he could respond, Kiet leaned closer, closing the distance between them.

Milo’s heart skipped a beat as Kiet’s face drew nearer, the world around them fading away until all that remained was the warmth of Kiet’s hand on his cheek and the intensity in his gaze. Kiet’s lips hovered just a breath away from his, close enough that Milo could feel the warmth of his breath on his skin.

Kiet paused for a fraction of a second, his eyes searching Milo’s for any sign of hesitation. Seeing none, a smirk tugged at the corner of Kiet’s mouth, a brief flash of playful confidence that sent a shiver down Milo’s spine. Then, with deliberate slowness, Kiet closed the distance between them, his lips capturing Milo’s in a gentle, lingering kiss.

Leyelle 2024-10-01 12:29:46 UTC #23

Kattar smiles, now, just slightly, but sincerely, and I feel a warmth like mild sunshine wash me in comfort, if only for an instant, even as I recognize that sly energy that I pretend not to.

“Fine, do you know what I really want?” He tilts his head with that same subtle smile, crossing his arms over his cable-knit chest.

“What?” I ask slowly, as I cram as much of the pretzel as I can manage into my mouth to try to avoid dropping any crumbs on his couch.

“The other half of that pretzel you’re eating.”

He grins roguishly, and before I can say anything in response, he leans forward across the cushions, and bites off the other half of my pretzel, with a sort of half-kiss that turns my whole face burning red.

“Get your own!” I bluster, embarrassed and flustered in a sort of butterfly-ish flutter as he re-steals the pretzel bag and plops back against his pillows on the opposite end of the couch, “Give me that back!”

“Not on your life,” he grins, placing one of the pretzels between his teeth teasingly. “If you want it, come and get it.”