#first kiss prompts

[urfriendlywriter]

Kisses Prompts that sends the readers reeling:

(5th, and 7th onee!! omfg 12th one PLSPLS somebody write and tag mee!)

hesitant kisses, but when they part one whispers "do it again. please."

hands caressing your neck or tracing your jaw as they kiss you nuts

their lips on yours, hot, feverish, partly sucking, teasing with their tongue (OMG-)

heated kisses - their hands on your bare skin, yours in their soft hair, lips nibbling, biting, moaning into yours, while heavily breathing after.

"love, don't hide your face, don't.." hands gently removing yours from your flushed face. "you make me fluster." you say, but they kiss you through those words and mumble against your lips, "you fluster me more, sweetheart."

kisses trailing down your chin, leaving love bites on your neck, chest, and all the shyness in between > < feeling their hot, sloppy wet kisses all over ur body, everywhere and beneath your stomach, and above it. :')

"i don't know how to kiss but let me kiss you, and I'll do it just right." (on my damn knees ffr)

moving to gasp for air, but the other still leans in, eyes closed, lips parted, absolutely wanting more!!! a string of saliva connecting each other's lips!!

hugs after kisses, that lasts several heartbeats long, as they nuzzle their face in your crook. kissing there as well, shyly smiling into it. (fyi im single since birth and haven't experienced ANY OF THESE BEFORE.)

"kiss me again, but- mphh"

cupping your lover's cheek. staring into their eyes with a grin before the kiss, their hands curling around your neck, anticipating it.

"lay down, love and let me do you how you deserve it."

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[creativepromptsforwriting]

First Kisses

The first kiss between two characters.

an accidental kiss

kissing as a dare

finally kissing, after a long time of pining

a surprise kiss, catching one of them off guard

learning how to kiss together

desperately kissing, being in danger

kissing as part of a game

movie kiss/kissing while acting

kissing in the heat of the moment

a soft and unsure kiss

kissing to prove a point

at first a gentle kiss, getting deeper and deeper

winning and a kiss as a reward

kissing to try it out

laughing while kissing

a breathless kiss

kissing as a distraction

a kiss on the corner of the mouth

smiling while softly kissing, finally showing their love

First Kiss Prompts | Kisses Masterpost

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[multi-fan-dom-madness]

hello there~ I’m here with a kiss prompt request for the one and only Cal Kestis 😍

may I please request this prompt: "are you sure about this?"

happy writing! 💙💙

Sev, darling!! thank you so much for this prompt! I love some good "Jedi and feelings" angst/fluff, so here we go!

First Kiss - Cal Kestis

Summary: You have feelings for Cal that you're surprised to find are reciprocated.

Warnings: some angst, fluff, but my blog is still 18+

Word Count: 662 (short and sweet!)

If there is one thing you’re sure about these days, it’s that you’d have been lost a long time ago if it weren’t for Cal Kestis. 

He’s provided focus for your rage against the Empire, helped you heal from the losses at the hands of Imperial soldiers, supported you as you struggled to find yourself again. Through your darkest hours, he’s been there, a shining beacon of hope and life and love. And in return, you’ve tried your best to be there for him when his nightmares wake him in a cold sweat, when his memories render him catatonic for hours on end, when he reaches with numb fingers searching for comfort. You’re there. You’ll always be there for him.

You just wish you could tell him how you feel. 

Watching him pace the hull of the Mantis, one leg propped up on the caf table, you worry the inside of your cheek. It’s just been the two of you—and BeeDee—for a while now. Sometimes the emptiness of the ship gets to him, like it seems to have done right now. Hyperspace doesn’t help matters. The overwhelming silence presses on your ears, sets your teeth on edge, every nerve in your body wound tighter with every circuit of Cal’s pacing.

“Cal,” you call softly. When he doesn’t respond, you say his name again, louder. “Cal, hey.”

Green eyes meet yours for a moment. “What?”

“You’re gonna wear a hole in the ship,” you say with a strained smile. You know it doesn’t reach your eyes.

“I know,” he mumbles, finally ceasing his anxious movements to drop heavily onto the oil-stained leather couch next to you. “Sorry. Just...thinking.”

“About what?” you ask. Idly, you offer your hand to him. Sometimes the physical pressure of your fingers laced through his helps ground him. Helps ground you.

After a moment’s hesitation, he takes your hand. Calloused palm meeting your skin, he exhales a long, slow, troubled sigh. With his free hand, he pushes his hair behind his ear; he’s been growing it out, and stars you want nothing more in this moment than to reach out and card your fingers through it. Is it as soft as it looks? 

“You,” he says into the silence. 

Brow furrowing, you tilt your head at him. “What about me?” 

He huffs a short, humorless laugh. “Would it be trite of me to say ‘everything’?” 

Nerves skitter through your entire body. For a long moment, you’re silent, frowning into your lap, mind whirling. What is he saying? 

When you look up again, he’s close. So much closer than he should be. You could count the freckles on his face if you really wanted to. In his verdant eyes, you see yourself reflected, surprise written all over your features. His tongue darts out to wet his lips; you fight to keep your gaze on his.

“Say something, please,” he says, voice quiet, pained. 

Your heart squeezes. “Cal...” 

“I need to know it’s not just me.” His eyes search your face as his fingers tighten around yours. “I need to know.”

Glancing down at your entwined hands, you swallow around the lump in your throat. “Are...are you sure about this?”

As if in answer, he gently leans forward and presses his lips to yours. Eyes fluttering shut, you hold still, afraid this is all a dream, that if you kiss him back this entire moment will dissolve like smoke. He’s warm against you, tentative and you realize you’re shaking. Or maybe it’s him. Maybe it’s both. 

When he draws back, it’s like your brain finally catches up. This isn’t a dream; this is real, so very real. You chase his lips, a soft whine slipping from you, and kiss him in earnest. His other hand comes up to cradle your face gingerly, like he’s just as worried this is an illusion as you are.

And when you pull away, panting, you meet his gaze and smile. “I’m sure, too.” 

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[dominimoonbeam]

DOMINI!! HOW ARE YOU!!

may i ask for

oh, don't be cute.

wait, did you just say that i'm cute?

putting on lip gloss/balm before the kiss, having fun sharing different flavors

with david and darlin pleaseee?? thank youuu ♥️♥️♥️♥️

ZOZO!!!! Okay, this was great and soo much fun! Thank you!! I hope you like how it turned out. <3 <3 <3 You're amazing, thank you so much for the ask!!

David/Darlin

tags: first kiss, prompt fic, a little tipsy, idiots in love

Coconut.

The warehouse was trashed from the pack party but David couldn’t quite muster the energy to care. It was almost four in the morning. He should start sending them home… really he should have done that an hour ago. Several of the pack were already passed out on the couches or the floor. He knew they kept some bedding at the warehouse but he hadn’t realized it was quite this much. They’d basically built a nest.

Fuck it. They could sleep here. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about them all getting home safely. He closed his eyes, arms folded across his chest and body settling into the couch. He could make breakfast in the morning. That would be nice.

The couch bounced when someone plopped down next to him.

He didn’t have to open his eyes to know who it was. He could feel their aura against his. Loyal, sharp, quick to anger, quick to run, brave, but so damn scared. His nose wrinkled, eyes still closed. “Why do you smell like coconut?”

He felt them shrug, their arm against his.

David opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Darlin. Their eyes were half-lidded. They’d been riding their buzz for the last hour or two. His gaze flicked to their mouth and the gloss on their lips.

“This was all Milo had,” they explained with another shrug.

David nodded, watching their lips move as they spoke. He was riding a buzz too. Their mouth was lush. Why hadn’t he noticed that before? He’d been crushing on this idiot for years but never really noticed those lips... They’d been flirting for months now. Asher didn’t think Darlin really thought they were flirting though. He was probably right.

David uncurled his arms and held out a hand, palm up, doing gimmie fingers.

Darlin grinned. “You want some?”

“Hn.” He wanted it.

Something mischievous lit their eyes and they tipped their chin up, offering their lips, eyes always on him, daring him to get some.

David smiled despite all efforts not to. “Oh, don’t be cute.” Don’t tempt me, he thought.

Darlin laughed and looked away, sinking back against the cushions next to him, shoulder to shoulder and thigh to thigh. “Wait. Did you just say that I’m cute?” They turned their head to look at him again, surprise hitting late.

David was looking back, their faces close. He saw the moment Darlin realized it and heard their pulse jump. Their gaze flicked down to his mouth. They didn’t pull away, but forced a sideways smile that made him think they were about to say something self-deprecating to cut the tension…

“No one would call me cute, Davey.”

Yep. He didn’t look away. “I did. Want me to call you more names?” he asked, deadpan and patient.

Their eyes widened a fraction and he could practically hear the battle in their mind, wanting to egg him on, wanting to know what he would say, but not wanting to risk it either. They nodded once. The whole warehouse was a hive of activity but it all faded.

“You bite hard, you’re brave, and your mouth is really pretty.”

Darlin’s eyes were as wide as he’d ever seen them and their smile was an explosion. “Fuck you, you did not just say my mouth was pretty!”

David ignored all of his own nerves and the heat climbing his face. He wasn’t going to look away from this. “I said really pretty.”

“You’re messing with me, Shaw.”

He finally smiled, because how could he not when they served it up like that? “I’ll mess with you if you want, any time… if you’re willing to share your chapstick.”

Darlin stared, practically gawked, seeming to realize again just how close they were sitting. “You’re drunk,” they said in way of explanation.

David just watched them, waiting. He was tipsy, sure, but he wasn’t drunk and they knew it. Their eyes flicked to his lips again. He wanted so much to close that distance but he couldn’t. He needed them to make that move.

His heart beat faster when the leaned in, his hands curling into fists against his own arms to keep from grabbing at them right away. They kissed him so softly, lips sticky with that coconut chapstick. For a split second after, he felt the flutter of uncertainty in them, not regret for kissing but fear that it was a joke at their expense and they’d fallen for it—that he didn’t feel the same—that he was just messing with them. It all vibrated there across those indescribable threads that connected them.

David reached across and curled a hand behind their neck, pulling them in again and this time kissing them deep enough to taste the pina colada on their tongue. The kiss was long and slow and when it broke he smiled. “So… You like coconut, huh?”

Darlin grinned back. “Don’t you?”

He nodded. He did now.

#david/darlin #redactedverse #first kiss prompts #<3 #dominimoonbeam #redacted asmr #fanfic

[523rdrebel]

First Kiss with Fox

Because apparently Tumblr decided to eat the original ask, here is my makeshift one.

@moonlightwarriorqueen asked: First kiss prompts 👀 I ask for Fox with " "Don't you dare tell anyone about this", "wasn't planning on it" " (if Fox doesn't jive...maybe Dogma?)

Thank you @moonlightwarriorqueen for the ask! I was supposed to be going to sleep by Fox decided that was the time to inspire this drabble. I hope you enjoy!

Commander Fox x Reader - only descriptor given is that Reader has hair.

Rating: T, SFW

Warnings: None, If I missed any, please let me know.

Fox sat, leaned against the corner of your desk with two fingers pressed into the bridge of his nose in an attempt to relieve the pressure of a building headache, "Are you quite finished?" He practically growled.

You had been in the middle of a long and heated argument, not an unfamiliar occurrence between the two of you. You were pacing, the heels of your boots providing a staccato rhythm beneath your words, "-No I am not finished! You agreed to my position here, Fox and if you can't hold up your end of the bargain then your men will suffer for it. Or need I remind you that I fought –"

"Ugh enough!" He was standing at his full height now, "Can't you just keep your mouth shut for five kriffing seconds?"

Feeling indignant and petulant, you quickly shot back, "Why don't you come over here and make me?" His expression was unreadable, but you noticed an interesting darkening to his eyes, "I'm not afraid of you, Fox. I'm here to help, but I can't  do that if you fight me every step of the way!"

Frustrated, impressed, and perhaps a little amused, Fox ignores your familiar tirade and  quickly strides over to you. You release a startled squeak as his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He silenced the question forming on your tongue, covering your mouth with his. Your body tenses briefly, until you feel his other hand cradle the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair. You melt into his arms with a sigh, kissing him with an unexpected fervor.

You feel Fox chuckle against your lips before pulling away from the kiss but keeping a firm hold on you. "I think I win this argument…"

Your eyes go wide and you open your mouth, winding up for more heated discussion. Once again his lips silence yours, but this time, they gently caressing your lips, teasing and promising.

He pulls away, this time releasing you fully and approaches the door, though not before grabbing the stack of flimsy from your desk that had been the subject of your argument. "Don't you dare tell anyone about this." He commanded, fixing you with a hard stare.

Lifting your chin up, you meet his stare with the same commanding ferocity, "Wasn't planning on it."He gives a short nod of acknowledgement and leaves the room. You remain, head spinning with frustration, excitement, and heated attraction. Oh kriff.

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[creativewritingthings]

Responses after a first kiss:

“Wow”

“What the fuck was that?”

“Kiss me again.”

“I missed that.”

“I love you.”

“Why do your lips taste like [insert here]?”

“Huh.”

“You’re a better kisser than I thought.”

#writing prompts #otp prompts #first kiss prompts #kiss prompts

[anxiouspineapple99]

Hello, Pineapple, my love! I hope things are going well 💚

For the kiss prompt, may I request "a kiss on the forehead of one who is starting to fall asleep" with Wrecker?

No rush, and no pressure! I know things are chaotic for your right now. I just love the way you write soft moments like this.

Home

Pairing: Wrecker x GN!Reader

Summary: After a long wait, you and Wrecker finally get some time alone.

Warnings: Mostly fluff! Some mentions of sex but nothing graphic is described. regardless, minors shoo!

Word Count: 523

A/N: DJ MY BELOVED! I will be honest, this was a hard one for me to write. Wrecker is a struggle for me. I hope I did him justice! Also sorry it was so short. It’s my first time writing Wrecker and I was aiming for quality over quantity.The prompt will be in orange!

“Close your eyes!” You giggled as you guided Wrecker by the hand through the streets of Ord Mantell City.

“Where’re ya takin’ me cyar’ika?” The rolling laugh in his chest warmed you more than any sun.

“You’ll see! Be patient!”

You’d been planning a getaway for months. You worked extra jobs and tirelessly squirreled away spare credits. You wanted it to be perfect. A comfortable bed, tasty snacks, and now it was a reality.

You stopped in front of the little inn. It was quaint and cozy, a stark contrast to the rest of the city.

“Open your eyes!” You bounced eagerly on your toes as you awaited his response.

“Wow! What’re we doin’ here?” He asked, slightly perplexed.

“Remember how we talked about a quiet getaway?”

“Yeah…aw yeah! Is this it!?”

You nodded emphatically and grinned brightly at him as you guided him toward the room.

You opened the door, proudly holding your arms out to present the hard work you’d put into it; bottles of bubbly, snacks, cozy pillows…it was everything the two of you had talked about.

Wrecker swept you up in an adoring hug that spilled warmth through your body straight into your very being.

Many passionate love making sessions were had. All instigated because of your nipples poking through the thin fabric of your shirt, which drove Wrecker wild every time. And while the sex with Wrecker was phenomenal, your favorite intimate moments with him were the ones following. The hours you spent laying on top of him, both of you naked. Your cheek pressed to his muscular form, listening to his heartbeat as the two of you talked until falling asleep.

Finally the holofilms were done, your stomachs were full, and you were both thoroughly and happily pleasured. You were nestled atop his chest, pressing your cheek against his warm skin and breathing him in. Home. Anywhere in his arms was home.

“This was great, mesh’la,” Wrecker cooed softly as his fingers lazily danced along your bare back, sending happy chills skittering throughout your body.

“Anything for you my cuddly tooka,” you murmured as you nuzzled ever closer to him.

The chuckle that rumbled through his chest at your affectionate nickname sent you into a fit of giggles as you bounced in tandem with his laugh.

The two of you lay quietly, talking about everything from munitions and their complex designs that, if you were completely honest were lost on you, to your favorite holocomedies. Soon you felt Wrecker’s heartbeat begin to slow into a steady rhythm as he took longer and longer to answer your questions and think of his own.

“Wreck?”

“Mm? M’wake…” he mumbled, his lids laden with the unshakable weight of slumber.

You giggled, caressing his chest and neck as he grumbled murmurs of praise for your nimble hands. You watched as his lashes pressed together and in his last seconds of consciousness before drifting into a heavy sleep, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. You sighed happily as you tucked your head in beneath his chin and his lips pulled into a sleepy smile. Home. Anywhere with him was home.

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[sev-on-kamino]

Sev!!! If you're not overwhelmed with these yet, could I pretty please ask for

"the first initial kiss being a simple peck, then they immediately go back in for a stronger, more passionate one." With Blizzard

Or!

"Accidental first kiss" with Flicker

Whichever one inspires you more! 💙

DEEJA!!! Omg I am just Alan DJ’s Jamal over here!!! Thank you for sending this prompt in 💙💙 Okies, I will absolutely go back to give you a first kiss with Blizzard too because I love him and have no self control, but the idea I had for Flicker got well away from me, so I present to you:

❤️Bet on Red🤍

Pairing: Corrie OC Sergeant Flicker x fem!Reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 1271

Warnings: mild violence, gambling, fight club, and rule breaking

Written while listening to: Hand Clap by Fitz & The Tantrums, Gladiator by Zayde Wølf

Dividers by the GOAT @dystopicjumpsuit

“Come on, we’re gonna be late!” Flicker said, scooping you up and depositing you onto his speeder bike.

“Late for what?” You asked for the 10th time that evening, fighting down the shiver that raced up your spine when his hands had found your hips.

“That’s for me to know, and for you to find out,” he replied, sliding in place in front of you. “Hold tight, cyar’ika!”

You wrapped your arms around his waist, clutching at his sides as he sped off into the flow of traffic. Without the armor to separate the pair of you, you could feel the firm muscles beneath his shirt, and you reminded yourself for the 10th time that it wasn’t a date. Just two friends hanging out.

Regardless, you rested your face against his back, smiling as you caught the scent of his cologne.

As the crisp, steady lights of the upper levels gave way to the erratic neon of the lower levels, you propped your chin on Flicker’s shoulder.

“Oooh, the seedy underbelly of triple zero,” you said, giving his sides a playful squeeze as he parked the speeder. “Next, you’ll tell me we’re going to an illegal casino.”

“Something like that,” he replied nonchalantly, as he helped you off of the bike.

“Wait? Really?”

“You’ll see.”

He took you by the hand and led you into a packed club. A few of the patrons eyed the two of you with disdain, while others greeted Flicker by name, as you moved through the crowd smoothly.

Sometimes you forgot that Flicker wasn’t just your good looking friend, he was also a sergeant in the Coruscant Guard and well-respected. You tried to look around at the decor, the crowd, the DJ, and not just focus on Flicker’s fingers laced securely with yours.

Before you knew it, you’d made it through the dance floor and into a back hallway with several doors lining the way. At the end of the hallway, Flicker tapped twice on a durasteel door.

A slot opened in the door, and the eyes of a Pantoran appeared.

“Password?” said a silky smooth voice.

“Cloud City Chaser,” Flicker replied.

The slot closed, and the door slid open revealing stairs descending into the depths of the building. Tugging you along, Flicker led you down the stairs. The thumping bass of the club faded and gave way to cheering and shouting. Your brow furrowed as the pair of you arrived in a makeshift arena. You couldn’t see what was happening, but the sound of skin on skin on bone was unmistakable.

It smelled of blood and stale alcohol, causing your nose to wrinkle.

“You get used to the smell,” Flicker said loudly over the relentless din.

“I hope not!” You replied, clearing your throat.

The sergeant laughed, and you couldn’t resist a smile. You loved that sound.

Before you could once again ask about why you were there, Flicker led you to a little booth, shielded by transparisteel and flanked by two armed guards. Inside the booth stood a Besalisk who was accepting credits with all four arms, as people crowded around the booth.

“Vinor!” Flicker said cheerfully, as he released your hand to lean on the counter surrounding the booth.

“Sergeant!” Vinor replied, his deep voice booming through the speaker before him. “I see you brought your girl this time. Guess you can’t lose tonight.”

“No, I can’t, so double or nothing.”

“Double, huh? And what about you, little lady? Betting on your sergeant?”

You’d watched this exchange with a mixture of confusion and excitement. Flicker had talked about you to this guy? He called you his girl?

“Betting on my sergeant for what exactly?” you asked.

Vinor chuckled and gave Flicker a knowing look. “You’re in for it tonight, and I don’t mean in the ring.”

Your brow furrowed, as you folded your arms and gave your friend an expectant look.

Flicker gave you a sheepish grin, “So, remember how I said we pick up odd jobs for creds sometimes?”

“Yeah…”

Flicker led you closer to the edge of the arena, and gestured to the pit surrounded by the bloodthirsty crowd. In the center a male Togruta and a female Twi’lek battled fiercely.

“Noooo,” you said, shaking your head. “And Fox just lets you do this?”

“He pretends not to know, which is practically encouragement,” Flicker replied. “Come on, you didn’t think random security jobs were enough to pay for my speeder, right?”

“Guess not,” you conceded. “So a lot of you do this?”

“Just a few. Thorn, Dax, Mech, Clipper, and me.”

“Wow,” you tried to wrap your head around it. “And you’re good?”

He smirked, tilting his head at you. “What do you think?”

A chime sounded, and Flicker whipped off his shirt, giving you an eyeful of gorgeous brown skin, laced with faded scars here and there amongst his tattoos.

“Last call for bets. Bet on me, yeah? Then come back and watch me win.”

“Sir, yes, sir.” You zipped back to the booth and placed your bet with Vinor before squeezing through the crush of riled up spectators back to the side of the ring.

Flicker was in the middle of the ring, his hair held back with a red strip of cloth, and wearing the lower half of his blacks. Across from him stood a male Zabrak with brilliant orange skin, and an impressive ring of horns. Your stomach flipped as you watched the two of them circle one another.

Flicker made the first move, his right arm striking like lightning. It was as if a dam had broken. The two traded blows back and forth. Your head swept back and as you watched them work their way around the ring. Cringing when Flicker would take a hit, sighing with relief when he’d dodge one.

Arms and legs flew, teeth were bared, lips were busted, but they pressed on. The crowd roared around you, a many headed monster with only one desire. To see their chosen champion emerge victorious.

You found yourself screaming right along with them, chanting Flicker’s name loudly with his other supporters. After what seemed like ages, but in reality was only a few short minutes, Flicker pinned the Zabrak to the ground, manipulating his opponent’s arms and one of his legs in a complicated hold that rendered him unable to continue. The referee declared Flicker the winner, holding the trooper’s hand high to the screams of those who bet on him, and the jeers of those who bet against him.

You were screaming yourself hoarse, and hugging the female Togruta next to you like you were old friends. You looked up to see Flicker waltzing over, head held high, a grin on his face.

You moved to hug each other, but your heads went in the same direction, causing your lips to meet his in a rough, accidental kiss. You froze, and so did he.

“Hell yeah!” came the excited voice of a stranger somewhere behind you, which made both of you separate with a laugh.

“Sorry,” you stammered, feeling your face warm up.

“Don’t you dare apologize, cyar’ika…unless you’re not planning to do it again,” Flicker said, cupping your face.

“Oh,” you replied quietly, as you gazed into his bright, amber eyes.

“Yeah,” he said, leaning down slowly to steal another kiss from you. Your eyes slipped closed, as his lips moved gently but deliberately against yours.

“Hey,” you broke the kiss and pulled back slightly to look at him. “Can our next date not be at a fight club?”

“Our next date can be wherever you want,” he replied, kissing your cheek.

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[sunshinesdaydream]

hiiii friend, for the first kiss prompts, could we see "that panic when trying to figure out if they're actually going for a kiss" withhhhh Kix? 💙💙

Thanks for the ask!! I really haven't written much Kix yet!

You work closely with Kix, well all of the medics of the 501st. And the AZIs as well as all of the various other medical droids on the Resolute.  Somehow it was always Kix by your side.  Not that you minded in the slightest, having harbored a crush on him for long enough that you were fairly sure you had actually fallen in love with him.

In the interest of maintaining professionalism you did not actively seek him out.  It just seemed things worked out for you to work together.

That’s where you are now.  In the supply closet getting supplies to fill the stations in the med bay.  With your heart suddenly racing because he’s leaning towards you.  You think it could be him trying to kiss you, but at the same time you tell yourself to be more realistic he is probably reaching for something behind you. You start to panic because what if he is about to kiss you and you aren’t ready and put him off because he thinks you aren’t interested. At the same time maybe he’s not and if you act like he is things will get awkward and as much as you work together…

Before you can complete your panicked thought his lips are on yours.  Soft, warm, and sure.  You respond instantly almost on instinct as one of his hands cradles the back of your head.  You realize you are shaking when you set your hands on his chest. He takes hold of one of your hands on the other of his and backs off just enough to rest his forehead against yours.

“Ner cyar’ika, are you okay? I should have said something.” he says quietly, squeezing your hand.

“I.. I didn’t know you liked me as much as I liked you,” you manage to say.

His cheeks darken as he admits, “I’ve gotten Captain Rex to change my duty times to match up with yours since you came aboard,”

Thanks for reading!

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[daintyduck99]

Always a sucker for an accidental first kiss for Reggie/anyone?

“You know,” Reggie says teasingly, “if you wouldn't whine so much, we'd probably be done with all of these problems already.”

It's true. They've been sprawled on Luke's bed with their math books for an hour, and he's ranted more than he's let Reggie explain. Not that Reggie really minds—he loves being here—but it would be nice to do something else with their afternoon.

Luke scowls, just like Reggie knew he would. It's too soft to be a real scowl—it's more of a pout, really. Luke likes to put on a bit of a show. He always has, but it's worse now, now that he has those muscles and that fringe and—

Well, he's always had the eyes. The smile.

It's just that everyone else notices now.

Reggie pushes those thoughts down, along with the twinge in his chest, and tunes back in as Luke tries for sympathy.

“Come on, Reg. I didn't say a single thing during class, I deserve to complain about it now. Aren't you proud of me, anyway?”

“Mhm. Congrats on not getting detention.”

Luke huffs, but it holds a hint of laughter, and he smiles as he jostles Reggie. “I can't help it. I hate this stuff, you know? You're the only thing that makes it bearable.”

Reggie flushes, jostling Luke back in the hopes that he won't notice. “Flatterer.”

Luke's eyes narrow, which is all of the warning Reggie gets before he pounces.

“Take the compliment!”

Reggie shakes his head, too focused on flipping them to speak, but it doesn't last.

They're rolling all over their math notes as they wrestle, yelping and laughing, and Luke's eyes shine. He's sure that he'll win.

He finally manages to get Reggie pretty well pinned, and he grins, triumphant.

“Got you.”

Reggie lifts his chin defiantly—

Just as Luke's ducking his head to say something else. Their lips catch like lightning, twin points of fleeting electricity before the shock jolts them apart—

Well, their mouths, anyway. Luke's still laying on top of him, and Reggie swallows.

He has no hope of hiding his flush now. He simply stares at Luke, wide-eyed, heart hammering in his throat.

Luke exhales. He runs his tongue along his lip, and his eyes are hooded when Reggie forces himself to meet them again.

“Reg,” Luke says, “can I kiss you again?”

He nods, unable to believe—any of this.

But he knows, as their lips connect and sparks ignite beneath his skin, that this is real.

Needless to say—their homework doesn't get done.

#first kiss prompts #peterpatter #ruke #ficlets with ash #julie and the phantoms

[merihn]

kiss prompt for willex: "since you're already invading my space, why not escalate to kissing?" (or something like that) <3

Alex groans as his non corporeal form aches and throbs from the fall. Shouldn't one of the benefits of being a ghost be that you can't get hurt anymore?

Willie shifts on top of him, and looks down at him with a sheepish grin. "Oops."

"Oops." Alex says flatly. "Didn't we already do this? You think you would have learned by now."

Willie raises an eyebrow, attempting to look aggrieved, but the corner of his lips twitch with the beginning of a smile. "So this is my fault? Not yours for wandering blindly into my path? At the skate park?"

"Nope," Alex says, much more practiced at holding a stoic expression in the face of the ridiculous, a benefit of being friends with Luke and Reggie since they were kids.

Willie snorts and Alex almost breaks.

Alex feels the ghost of Luke possessing him, stifling a giggle at the utter absurdity of that thought, and lets the words spill out of his mouth anyway.

"Since you're already invading my space, you may as well kiss me." 

Willie, in the middle of levering himself off Alex's sprawled form, freezes. His thighs are spread over Alex's, the heat of him bleeding through their jeans.

A moment more, and Alex begins to shrink in on himself, wishing he'd just let Willie get up. Wishing he hadn't opened his stupid mouth.

He's never letting Luke's ghost possess him ever again.

Or something. 

He's never letting Luke's stupid, impulsive behavior infect him ever again. That's it.

Willie laughs, and reaches up to flip his hair to fall over one shoulder, revealing the taut line of his throat, the loose neck of his shirt slipping down his shoulder.

"Might as well invade your mouth while I'm here, huh?"

Alex groans and covers his face with his hands. "That was truly terrible. Offer rescinded."

The ends of Willie's hair tickle Alex's hands as the heat of him covers Alex again, until his shirt brushes Alex's chest. Willie pries his hands away from his face and presses them to the concrete on either side of Alex's head.

Alex can't help but look up at him, at his sparkling dark eyes, narrow with amusement. At the curtain of his hair, lit up by the setting sun behind it, turning it into threads of bronze. At the shape of his mouth as he licks his lips, betraying his nerves.

He tilts his chin up, reluctantly letting Luke's stupid, impulsive behavior influence him again. Willie's lips curl into his beautiful smile, and Alex's breath hitches.

It's simply unfair how beautiful Willie is.

Willie closes the distance between their mouths as if he's been switched to slow motion. Alex's whole body is buzzing with anticipation by the time their mouths meet, and he's ready to leap out of his skin. 

Willie's fingers tighten on his wrists, but the pain grounds him, the rough drag of the concrete settling him.

Willie drops soft, dry kisses to his lips, barely drawing back before pressing another to the corner of Alex's mouth, to his cupid's bow, to the dip below his lower lip.

Then he's back, sliding their mouths together properly; real, sweet, pressure. Alex's lips part on a gasp, and Willie teases the tender flesh just inside with his tongue.

"Willie…" Alex breathes, lips tingling now with the tickle of Willie's wicked tongue.

Willie seals their mouths together again, his tongue pressing insistently inside, deeper, winding teasingly around Alex's.

They kiss until they're breathless, Alex's wrists jerking under Willie's hold as he strives to touch.

"Not very good at defending against invading forces, are you, hotdog?" Willie murmurs, his hot breath setting Alex's lips to tingling again.

"You are truly the worst. Shut up." Alex pushes up and captures Willie's mouth again, muffling his giggles.

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[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Hi!

For the prompt requests...I'm thinking "I'm sorry, I had to" with Hound maybe 👀 or Cody as an alternative ❤️

hello roz my dear. thank you for this prompt!! I wanted desperately to write for Hound for this, but Cody came in and said "nope, this one's mine" so here we are. hope you enjoy!

First Kiss - Cody

Summary: You're injured. Cody can't risk losing you without telling you how he feels.

Warnings: canon-typical violence, angst, fluff, confessions

Word Count: 1k

dividers by: me, @saradika, and @dystopicjumpsuit in that order &lt;3

As a starship technician, you don’t often travel to the frontlines. You support your boys in yellow from the Negotiator, repairing the clones’ gunships, the Jedis’ hyperdrive rings, and other engineering tasks that sometimes fall through the cracks. While you’d technically been combat trained when you enlisted with the GAR, that had been ages ago. You’ve never had a need to brush up on your skills. In effect, the GAR viewed you as a civilian engineer, not as a soldier, and so didn’t feel the need to press your training. 

Maybe they should have. 

Because while you don’t go to the frontlines, today the frontline has come to you. 

Explosions rock the Negotiator. Tremors rumble up through the durasteel floor into your body, already panicked as it is, as you pelt full-tilt down a side corridor. Your blaster is clutched in sweaty palms. You need to reach the hangar bay. You’ve been working on some modifications to the gunships to make them quieter, stealthier, more efficient—if that data is destroyed or, even worse, stolen, several months of your work goes down the drain. You may even be fired if the Separatists use the data against the clone army.

But in reality, that’s not what you’re worried about. No, you’re worried about Cody. You know him; he’s out there at the front right now, leading his men by example. It’s part of the reason you fell for him in the first place. He cares for his men—and in the end, that depth of emotion may be his downfall. Kark, you should have told him how you feel. 

You sprint past dozens of troopers running in the opposite direction. As you near the hangar, one of the men stops you, yanking you to a halt. 

“Hangar’s compromised!” he shouts over the blaring klaxon. “Come with us! Commander’s orders!” 

That gives you pause. Meeting the helmeted gaze of the trooper with wide eyes, you flounder for a moment. Another explosion shakes the ship. You stumble, the trooper’s grasp the only thing keeping you upright.

“Where’s the Commander?” you shout. 

His hesitation tells you all you need to know. Pulling yourself out of the trooper’s grip, you continue on your mad dash to the hangar, its state of damage be damned. Thankfully, none of the rest of the men stop you, and at last, you reach the hangar entrance. 

The entire space is engulfed in an inferno. Heat snarls at you as the door opens, before the metal screeches to a halt halfway, jammed. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, you step over the threshold. 

You practically live in this hangar. You know exactly where your workstation is, how to get to it, where everything is within your toolbox. This is a space you could walk through in your sleep—yet as you squint against the sting of smoke and dodge flames that seem to leap at you, panic begins to build in your chest in earnest. Because Cody is somewhere in all this carnage, too. You can’t save both your work and your commander. 

You couldn’t live with yourself if you let him die. 

Your lungs scream for air. With a terrified whimper, you gulp in a deep lungful. Immediately you begin to cough, the smoke burning into your body. Turning in a circle, you attempt to squint through the smoke. The heat grows by the minute and becomes increasingly oppressive. Your knees feel weak. But still you stagger forward. Blind and lost, you cry with a cracked voice for Cody. 

You trip. Knees crack against the floor. Hacking, you peer through the smoke with watering eyes. Is that a person coming toward you? 

As your vision goes dark, the last thing you see is a pair of hands reaching for you and a familiar golden visor.

When you wake, you’re in the medbay. You can tell before you even open your eyes, just based on the sterile scent of antiseptic tickling your nose, and the hushed, rhythmic beeping of several medical devices. 

Eyes fluttering open, you squint against the bright white light reflecting off equally bright white walls. It hurts to breathe, but as you take silent stock of your body, nothing seems dangerously injured. No casts, no splints. Just a few bandages over what you assume are burns.

“Cyare,” a familiar voice says, full of relief. 

You turn and meet Cody’s eyes. He looks like shit. Dark circles under his eyes, a long-dried bloody split in his lip, soot and ash coating his normally pristine armor. He sits next to you on a small stool, his elbows resting on his knees, one of his feet bouncing incessantly. But his worried expression melts into something calmer, softer as he takes in your conscious form.

He half-stands, brushing his fingers over your forehead gently, and then leans down. Though logically you know what’s about to happen it’s still a surprise when his lips meet yours in a soft, chaste kiss. You press your face up to his, meeting him, and you both hold there for a moment before he pulls away with a shuddering breath. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, hand sliding down to grasp yours, “I had to. You scared me.” 

“M’sorry,” you mumble, mind hazy with his kiss. Your tongue is thick and dry. Nearby, one of the medical devices jumps in its rhythm, the beeps coming faster. 

He lowers back onto the stool. “What were you thinking?” 

Grimacing, you drop your gaze. “It’s stupid.” 

“Tell me,” he says, voice soft and kind. 

“I was thinking about you,” you admit in a whisper. 

His amber eyes widen in surprise. “Cyare.” 

“Told you it’s dumb.”

Shaking his head, he huffs an incredulous chuckle. He inhales deeply, runs a hand through his dirty hair, and fixes you with a look so fond that your heart squeezes.

“I love you, you know,” he says. 

The medical device goes crazy now, matching the way your heart stutters in your chest. “I- I love you, too.” 

The smile he gives you makes all the pain, all the panic, worth it. 

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[havendearest]

y'all i keep getting first kiss prompts but lowkey mine is a ffin perfect one BAHHAHAAH-perfect bc of how quirky it is

it was at a prom~ i was with my girlfriend and we both lowkey had planned for it (we long distancne) and it was in this little empty hall, our second time together in person, and we were outside a karaoke room, and we sang quietly together to them and held hands and we'd keep looking at each other knowing we both wanted to but we were both too scared

they were recording bc they wanted to get it on video so theres thi long ass video of us both just awkwardly sitting there, and at one point they finally leaned over and asked if tehy could keep me- or something super romantic like that- and then kissed me

magic moment.

only, looking back, the song playing in the video in karaoke was none other than "Hooked on A Feeling" and we kissed at the ooga chaka part in the middle/end, that is now my absolute favorite song, and probably the best way a first kiss could go with my best friend and partner <3

btw love you @skyesthelimituwu, you make it all worth it <3

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[iguessthisisanewobsession]

Jason Kicks down Dick’s apartment door with a duffle bag in hand: turns out it’s not going to work out with Danny.

Dick about to enjoy some Chinese: oh no I thought you were really into him.

Jason, sitting down with a huff: I am but it’s just not going to work out.

Dick: what happened jason?

Jason: I fucked up that’s what.

Jason: he kissed me.

Jason: and afterwards, I panicked

Jason: and, just exclaimed “golly!”

Dick, trying to not keep a straight face:…

Jason: I exclaimed it very loudly..

Dick: oh jason-

Jason clutching a pillow: I can’t step foot into crime alley again Dick, I’m going to have to burn my bridges, start over-

Dick, lightly chuckling: it’s not that bad-!

Jason, into the pillow: just put me back into my casket!!

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[me-writes-prompts]

-:First kiss dialogues & scenarios:-

(Ok but, 5, 8, and 10 are my faves, tag me!!)

By @me-writes-prompts

"Can we do that again, please?"

Person A and Person B sneak away from their friends because they kept teasing them about how they should have already had their first kisses. They kiss each other in the end(definitely because they wanted to, for so long)."

"Your lips are so soft."

"You taste better than I expected." (A bit sexy, this one lol)

"You're so red, are you okay?"

"I can hear your heart beating, relax."

Person B takes Person A on a date, as "friends". But they later end up confessing their feelings and making out.

Person A is nervous when Person B leans in, so they back away a bit. Person B tells them that 'it's okay, we don't have to do this if you're not-', but before they can finish, Person A kisses them.

Person A end up confessing their feelings when they are drunk, they didn't expect Person B to reciprocate their feelings. A has difficulty believing them, and B kisses them to prove it.

First kiss as childhood best friends(who were separated), and then first kiss as adults.

"How are you so good at kissing?"

"Did we really just do that?"

Blushing and kissing again, until their lips are swollen.

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[sev-on-kamino]

hello dear friend

might I be so bold as to ask what a first kiss between Daria & reader might look like? specifically with the prompt "so does this mean you feel the same or..?"

thank you and ily 💙

The Mutual Admiration Society

Thank you for sending this in!!! Iysm 💙💙 I’m so happy you requested Daria, I’m vibrating into another dimension. Don’t even try to perceive me lol. The prompt is color coded in pink!

Pairing: OC Daria Trace x gn!Reader

Warnings: None! It’s fluff, your honor 😌

Daria Trace was very particular. She knew exactly what she wanted and what she didn't, and while normally that would make your job as a realtor difficult, within a few days of searching you were happy the matchmaker was so picky. The two of you spent weekend after weekend traipsing around the city. Zipping through listings in all of the up and coming neighborhoods, the most desirable levels, the perfect views. But nothing seemed to satisfy her needs. In truth, Daria had liked 8 out of the 15 listings you'd shown her, but what she liked best was spending time with you. She liked watching your eyes light up when you info-dumped excitedly about architecture. She enjoyed it when you'd lean in with a conspiratorial whisper when the two of you would run into a rival realtor with their clients in tow. She loved the sound of your laughter when she detailed exactly why a listing was overpriced. She liked when you'd loop your arm through hers as you led her through a flat, detailing how her life could look there.

That was her favorite part.

After ending her last relationship, she'd buried herself in work, preferring to focus on finding love for others rather than herself, but she wanted you. You were genuine, warm, and funny, and you made the usually confident matchmaker second guess everything. You were driving her absolutely crazy, and then you had the nerve to find the perfect place. "So what do you think?" You asked, watching Daria's face as her dark brown eyes roamed the space. You resisted the urge to pat yourself on the back as her full lips twitched towards a smile, and she tightened her hold your arm. "Kriff, I think you did it," Daria conceded, as the pair of you stepped out onto the balcony. "I told you I could find the perfect place for you," you said, triumphantly with a hint of melancholy creeping in. Your coworkers thought you were losing your touch, but really you just wanted more time with Daria. Now that you'd found her new home, the countdown was on. She'd move in and get settled, and someone else would be enjoying this balcony with her in no time.

"I never doubted you for a second," she replied, turning to face you.

"Not even when that grumpy old man smacked your speeder with his grocery bag?” You asked with a grin.

“Not even then,” Daria said, her laughter floating down to the courtyard below.

“Glad to hear I had your full faith. We’ll get the offer in for you today, and I should be able to get closing scheduled within 15 rotations.”

“Only 15?” she asked, her smile faltering.

“You wanted it to take longer?” You challenged.

“Yeah,” she confessed. “I did.”

You met her soft gaze, blinking several times as you tried to process what she was getting at. Before you could reply, she was moving closer, her hand slipping into yours.

“I have loved every minute of this search with you,” she said, her voice dropping to an intimate level you hadn’t had the pleasure of hearing yet, but it sent a shiver down your spine.

“So you didn’t actually hate all 15 of the listings?” You matched her tone, stepping closer to her.

She shook her head with a mischievous smirk, “Not at all. You can call me a brat, I’ll understand.”

Instead of replying, you cupped her face, and slowly pressed your lips to hers. They were softer than you’d imagined, and so was the hum of pleasure she released, as you released her hand to wrap an arm around her waist and draw her close to you. You exhaled shakily when she broke the kiss to bury her face against your neck.

“So does this mean you feel the same, or…” she trailed off, her lips brushing against your neck, sending a wave of heat through your body.

“Yes, Daria,” you purred. “Exactly the same.”

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