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allylikethecat · 8 months

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ohhh yay more prompts, would love an angsty gatty “helping your partner undress”

First off, thank you SO MUCH for sending this in! I really like this prompt list and was so absolutely, mind blowingly thankful that someone sent me one. Second of all, I am so incredibly sorry that it took me a literal month to finish. I hope it was worth the wait and that you enjoy it! I might have gone a little heavy on the angst - though I guess that's not a surprise! If anyone else wants to send in more of these prompts, I can't promise I'll fill them quickly, but I *can* promise that you'll become one of my favorite people and that I will fill it eventually! In regards to this one, let me know what you think! Anyway thank you so much and enjoy!

❤️Ally

Warnings: George's broken shoulder, Matty's referenced addiction

physical intimacy prompts - "Helping your partner undress"

Matty was trembling, his lower lip chewed raw and bloody as he fluttered around George, hands outstretched like he wanted to touch, wanted to help, but afraid that if he did, George would break. Matty was like a hummingbird, if he stopped, he would die. He unlocked George’s hotel room door, his hands shaking. It took him two tries to get the plastic key card into the slot, but he got it on the third try, the door lighting up green. He pushed it open, stepping to the side to let George through, and dropping the pharmacy bag with George’s medication onto the desk, before letting the door slam shut behind them. That answered that question then, George thought, Matty was apparently staying.

“Do you want anything? I can get you a water bottle from the vending machine? A cup of tea? I’ll get you a cup of tea! Are you hungry? The restaurant is still open downstairs, but if you want something else I don’t mind running and getting it. It looked like there were a few places down the street. Wait, it’s almost eight thirty, do you need another one of your pills? They said you could take it any time after eight fifteen-” Matty said in a rush before George cut him off.

“Take a breath Matty,” he said, he was exhausted, he just wanted to go to sleep, the painkillers they had given him at the hospital made him feel lightheaded and woozy even if they were wearing off. He just wanted to lay down, he wanted to forget the pain and pretend that the last few hours hadn’t happened.

“Sorry,” said Matty, biting his lip again, George could see flakes of dried blood sticking to his teeth as he tugged on his curls, a nervous habit. “Do you want to sit down? You should sit down.”

Sitting down actually did sound good, George thought, making his way unsteadily into the hotel room to sit down on the end of the king sized bed, Matty hovering beside him as if ready to catch George if he fell. George didn’t know how that was going to work out, he had at least six inches and more than sixty pounds on him. He groaned, realizing with a sinking feeling he wasn’t going to be able to take his shoes off with his arm in the sling. His shoulder throbbed, reminding him he wasn’t going to be able to take his jeans or shirt off either. The nurse at the hospital had helped him undress for the x-rays, and redress when he was discharged.

He sighed, “do you mind helping me take my shoes off?” he asked, not able to bring himself to ask for help with his jeans yet. Matty nearly tripped over his own feet as he rushed to George’s side, excited for the opportunity to be useful. George felt a pang of guilt, Matty had been nothing but kind, attentive and supportive, having stayed by his side all day at the hospital, holding George’s hand and murmuring words of comfort and encouragement when George gritted his teeth against the pain. He didn’t deserve George’s anger and frustration, he was angry at the situation, not at Matty and he needed to remember that when the biting words threatened to escape his lips. Matty could just be a lot, especially when he was high and thought that they didn’t know.

Matty knelt down, and undid the laces, tugging George’s converse sneakers off before setting them neatly to the side. He gave George’s ankle a comforting squeeze and looked up at him through his lashes, messy curls falling every which way. George swallowed hard, trying not to think of the other times Matty had been on his knees between his legs.

“We’ll have to pick you up a pair of Vans,” Matty said thoughtfully, rocking back on his heels. “The ones you can slip on and off easily.”

“Okay,” said George, he was exhausted, and Matty looked so hopeful, sometimes it was easier to just agree with him.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to get you something to eat?” Matty asked, pulling himself to his feet, he was tugging on his curls again, twisting one of the longer corkscrews in the front around his finger. He was chewing on his lower lip again as well, the plush flesh torn and bleeding sluggishly. It made George a little nauseous to look at the way Matty kept licking away the blood, the red staining his teeth.

“I just want to go to bed,” George said honestly, “thank you though,” he added when he saw the way Matty’s face fell, he was a perpetual open book.

“Yeah, for sure,” said Matty, letting go of the curl to rub at the back of his neck, shifting his weight uncomfortably. “That makes sense, it’s been a long day.” He bit down on his lip again and George suppressed a wince. “Do you, before I go, do you, need anything?”

George sighed, Matty drove him crazy, but at the end of the day he did love him, and he didn’t want him to go. “Or you could stay.”

Matty’s face lit up like he had been told they won a Grammy. “I can do that too,” he said, toeing off his own boots, leaving him in blue socks with corgis on them.

George swallowed hard, shame coloring his features, he knew there was no reason to be embarrassed, there was no reason for him to feel shame, but he was supposed to be the strong one, the one that had it together, the one that was supposed to take care of Matty and protect him from the world. He didn’t like asking for help.

“Do you,” he took a deep breath, “do you mind helping me take my jeans off? I can’t get the zipper or the button myself.” he said in a rush, cheeks red.

“Of course,” said Matty, he stepped forward so that he was standing between George’s legs, gaze down cast, his curls blocking George’s view of his face. Very carefully, with surprisingly steady hands, he unbuckled George’s belt. His gaze was downcast, his chin tilted towards his chest, causing his curls to block George’s view of his face. He was careful, overly respectful as he undid the button before sliding down the zipper. George almost felt bad that between the pain and the prescription pain management, he wasn’t able to get hard.

“You’re going to have to stand up,” said Matty, his voice managing to take on both a breathless and apologetic quality.

Taking another deep breath, and holding onto Matty’s shoulder with his good hand for support, George was able to pull himself to his feet, he let go of Matty’s shoulder, teeth gritted in pain. Matty looked up at him, giving him an encouraging smile as he bent down, shimmying the fabric down George’s hips and letting it pool around his ankles.

George grabbed onto Matty’s shoulder again regaining his balance as he swayed, very carefully stepping out of the jeans, first with his left foot and then his right.

He felt light headed as Matty helped him sit down again, his shoulder throbbing in time to the beat of his heart. He was breathing heavily, and was filled with self loathing, he shouldn’t be so winded from taking his fucking pants off. He was going to have to sleep in his tee shirt, he decided, even with Matty’s help, if they tried to take it off he would probably throw up.

He squeezed his eyes shut. “I changed my mind,” he said, his voice coming out strangled. “I want another one of the pills.”

“Coming right up,” Matty said, going into the bathroom to fill one of the glass cups on the counter up with water. When he returned he tore open the brown paper bag from the pharmacy, and glanced at the directions printed onto the label stuck to the orange bottle. He opened it easily despite the childproofing and dumping a few of the pills into his palm.

“It says to take two,” he said, making his way back to George and handing him two of the little, round, white pills. George took them gratefully, chasing them with a sip of the water.

“Thank you,” George said honestly. He knew that it was the placebo effect, that the pills hadn’t had a chance to kick in yet, he had just taken them, but he already felt slightly better. “Will you lay with me?” He asked, feeling almost shy. He was feeling needy and alone, he knew he was letting the band down, that they were going to have to scramble to find someone to replace him, and on top of the guilt was the pain.

Matty nodded. “Of course,” he said, shedding his own jeans, and climbing into bed behind him, curling up against George’s back, throwing an arm over his chest, cautious of his sling and broken shoulder.

George shifted, letting himself be held for once. He closed his eyes and pretended he hadn’t seen Matty pocket the pills for himself.

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ussjellyfish · 2 years

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Philinda either resting head on partner's lap or falling asleep to their heartbeat

Phil is predictable, down to his little habits when he gets ready to read. He'll get his drink, coffee, tea, sometimes beer but less often now. It makes him tired and they're both always tired.

"That's why it's in the middle of the word, May. 'Re-tire-ment'."

He's an idiot.

An idiot who won't move when she lies down next to him, head in his lap. Melinda plays with her phone, reads her own book, listens to the radio, or sometimes she just lies there and listens to him turn pages and mutter about the parts of the plot he hates.

#philinda #physical intimacy prompts #thanks for asking! I hadn't written them in awhile

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muselover1901 · 2 years

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Okay, I can't decide between 3, so I'm just going to go to town and let you go from there lol!

holding hands during a stressful situation- Zelink

lifting your partner off the ground- Twiyor

Slow dancing- EVERYONE (cough aka zelink or twiyor)

I got at least two of those prompts in one fic for you! Hope you enjoy some TwiYor domesticity 😊

Song inspiration: くだらないの中に by Gen Hoshino

"Goodnight, Miss Anya!" Yor smiled as she quietly shut the door. Twilight sighed - although mentally he was exhausted, he felt surprisingly content. Anya had actually passed a test by herself, and to celebrate, they ordered some fancy noodles with a peanut sauce and spent the evening dancing around the living room. Music still softly twinkled out of the speakers, though it was a much calmer pace than the upbeat tunes they'd listened to earlier.

"Loid, you look tired - should I make us some tea?"

"Yes, that would be nice. Thank you, Yor."

Yor made her way to the kitchen and started the kettle. She really was such a kind and thoughtful person. He couldn't have asked for anyone better to be his wife - well, his pretend wife. Honestly, his thoughts had been slipping way too much lately. It’s not like any of this is real, it’s just part of the mission. Entertaining daydreams would be a waste of time and a distraction from his work. When the mission was done, he’d just have to break it off quickly and cleanly. He could return Anya to the orphanage. Or maybe fake his death somehow and leave Anya with Yor - although, that would make Anya cry...

The sound of mugs clinking on the counter interrupted his thoughts, and he decided to head to the kitchen.

“Loid?”

“Huh?”

“I’m worried about you.” Yor fidgeted with the tea bags in the mugs. “You haven’t been resting enough and lately you’ve looked sort of...sad? Or maybe distracted?”

Kind, thoughtful, and surprisingly perceptive, he thought. Best to reassure her and try to smooth things over.

“I’ve just had work on my mind a lot, but things should ease up soon. I’ve had some particularly challenging patients this week.” It wasn’t a total lie, just enough to convince her he was being honest. A calculated move.

The kettle rattled as it brought the water to boil, and Yor silently nodded in acknowledgement. “Um-- Loid? If it’s okay, can I try something to help?”

Twilight’s brain should have been set racing, trying to figure out what she could mean, but for some reason, it stayed silent and calm as he muttered, “Sure.”

Yor stepped forward and took both his hands in her own. She gently tugged them side to side in time with the soft music coming from the stereo. Twilight’s gaze was fixed on her hands, so willingly placed in his own, so vulnerable and gentle. She peeked down to catch his gaze and his breath caught at the sight of her shyly smiling with a beautiful blush coloring her cheeks. His cheeks heated in return, and he guided her closer with a hand at her waist. She relaxed into his arms, although now she was very pink and pointedly smiling at the floor.

They continued swaying to the gentle guitar rhythms, and Twilight found himself slipping again, imagining a world where he didn’t have to change faces constantly, where he could settle into the arms of someone who genuinely cared about him. Just for a moment, he thought. Maybe I can pretend just for a moment.

Taking a deep breath, he guided her even closer, until he was hugging her tight against him. Breathing in the smell of her soft hair and relishing in the warmth of being cared for, he felt the cracks in his mask expanding. A genuine smile broke across his face, and with a chuckle he lifted Yor off the ground a bit as he whispered, “Thank you for caring about me. It means a lot.”

“Uh-um--” she stuttered, looking red as her sweater, “--of course! I a-am happy to h-help any way I can!”

Realizing the position they were in, Twilight set her down carefully and looked away as she busied her self pouring their tea. That was a dumb move, he thought, you let your guard down and made her uncomfortable.

“Hey Loid?” Yor’s voice was calm once more as she continued. “I would be happy to help you feel better like that any time you need it. Please rely on me.”

#musewrites #twiyor #physical intimacy prompts #slow dancing #lifting your partner off the ground

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saraswritingtipps · 11 months

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20 physical intimacy prompts

1. Lingering touch that sends shivers.

2. Whispering sweet nothings.

3. Tracing lips with a finger.

4. Dancing closely, bodies pressed.

5. Gentle caresses along the back.

6. Passionate, desire-filled kiss.

7. Slow undressing, savoring.

8. Exploring bodies with light touches.

9. Intertwining fingers, deep connection.

10. Nuzzling against necks, warmth.

11. Sensuous massage, fostering intimacy.

12. Gazing into eyes, unspoken desires.

13. Running fingers through hair.

14. Warm, intimate embrace.

15. Teasing, nibbling on earlobes.

16. Holding hands, silent reassurance.

17. Gentle exploration, awakening pleasure.

18. Cuddling close under a blanket.

19. Forehead kisses, love and tenderness.

20. Passionate, synchronized bodies.

#physical intimacy #intimacy #love prompts #writing #writing tips #character development #writerscommunity #writer on tumblr #writer tumblr #writblr #writing advice #oc character #love writing #romance prompts

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elainiisms · 1 year

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something about another person washing your hair...

#like #the physical intimacy without sex is just so comforting #i mean sex too but like uknow?#intimacy #wlw #sapphic #wlw yearning #sapphic yearning #yearncore #yearnposting #yearning #couple prompts #ff prompt #romance prompts #writing prompt #lesbian #love #wlw love

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bisamwilson · 1 year

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Sam bustles around the kitchen, cleaning off counters he’d deep cleaned two days ago, grabbing dishes out of the dishwasher that really could wait until tomorrow morning, putting some elbow grease into trying to get out the stubborn spot on their stove that’s been there since they moved in and that Bucky’s not sure will ever go away. They’ve been home from their last mission about a sum total of fifteen minutes, and Sam’s still in frenzy mode.

If there’s anything Bucky’s learned in all the years he’s been around his partner, it’s that Sam’s never really quite figured out how to slow it down.

Good thing Bucky’s always happy to help.

He straightens up from where he’s leaning against their kitchen’s entryway and walks over towards Sam, purposefully making his footfalls a little louder than normal so he doesn’t sneak up behind him.

“We’ve been awake for almost thirty-six hours, sweetheart,” Bucky almost croons, cozying up behind Sam and wrapping his hands around his front. Bucky himself doesn’t really need the sleep—not the way that Sam does—but he’s found Sam’s a little bit more willing to be pulled into slumber if they’ve both gone without for a while.

Just a little, though.

“I’m so close to getting this grease stain out,” Sam says, huffing a bit between words, his metaphorical feathers ruffled up, trying his best to resist Bucky’s attempts to get him to sleep.

Bucky knows Sam isn’t getting that stain out, knows that vibranium wool wouldn’t be enough to get that stain out, but Sam’s working at it like he’ll get it out if it’s the last thing he ever does, Bucky’s soft crooning be damned.

Time to bring out the big guns, Bucky thinks, nuzzling at Sam’s neck before peppering soft kisses all over it.

It slows Sam down enough that Bucky knows he’s at least got an opportunity here, so he kisses a little slower, a little more sensual.

They’re both too tired to do anything tonight, but neck kisses have always been Sam’s kryptonite; they might be the only thing capable of distracting him when he’s this wound up.

The mission hadn’t exactly been a pretty one, after all.

“Wanna snuggle up to you tonight, angel,” he whispers in between kisses, voice soft and adoring. “Hold you all night long, keep you warm.”

That’s the last push Sam needs to relax his shoulders, setting his cleaning supplies over to the side and breathing in deeply as Bucky places one last kiss on his neck.

“Ready for bed, angel?” Bucky asks, as quiet as he can, and Sam just turns around in his arms in answer, wrapping his own arms around Bucky’s back and tucking his face into the crook of Bucky’s neck instead.

“Shower first?” he mumbles, the already quiet question muffled by the words being spoken into his neck, but Bucky hears him anyway, bending down just enough to pick Sam up, wrapping his legs around his waist and carrying him off to the shower.

Sam doesn’t take his face out of the crook of Bucky’s neck until he’s placed back on his feet, the warm spray at his back still cooler than the feeling of Bucky’s hands on his abdomen, sudsing him up.

It’s a quick shower, warm but mostly utilitarian, a few kisses when Bucky just can’t help himself aside. They dry off only enough to not be uncomfortable between the sheets, and Bucky picks an already almost asleep Sam up one last time to carry him over to bed.

Sam immediately turns over to lay half on top of him, burying his face in Bucky’s neck once again, like it’s a barrier to keep out everything else. Bucky knows it won’t be long until Sam moves—knows Sam sleeps like a hurricane when he feels safe enough to, always looking for the cool spot—but it’s enough to warm Bucky all over for now.

“Good night, sweetheart,” he says, wrapping his arm in tighter around Sam. “I love you.”

All he gets is Sam’s soft, slow breathing in reply, but he knows Sam falling asleep next to him that easily is an “I love you” in its own right.

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encrypted-cryptid · 1 year

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30 (grabbing onto their arm) + 10 & guy of choice :3

"10! hey - i know you can hear me, stop walking away!" despite his best efforts to get to the dungeon entrance without being seen, 10 finds himself being practically tackled by echo. if he wasn't so tired, and achy, and slightly singed then he absolutely would have stabbed them for it but, as it is, he lets himself be shaken by the shoulders.

"where the fuck have you been? why do you smell like the kitchen when we let rassel cook unsupervised?"

"hydra fighting." echo wrinkles their nose, keeping a firm grip on his arms whilst holding him away from themself. 10 stares at the new soot stain on their shirt.

"oh. you stink, by the way."

"you said. twice."

"ok, well what i'm doing can wait. you're taking a bath like, right now." they start dragging him toward the lake. 10 digs his heels into the dirt, hand straying to the hilt of nemesis; he doesn't miss the way echo looks back over their shoulder and flexes their hand around the grip of an imaginary weapon.

"echo," a warning tone, grit out between clenched teeth, "i want to go lie down. in my bed, preferably. not go for a swim."

echo stops, grip still tight around his forearm but with enough give for him to pull away if he really wanted to. he waits, knows the look on their face means they're rolling the words around in their mind to find the right ones.

"you look like shit, 10, and i'm sure you feel like it too. definitely smell like it. if you go to bed now you'll wake up with a bunch of aches from your armour and in a dirty bed. it'll be better if you at least wash off the worst of the soot. i'll even rinse your hair for you?" for a long second 10 stares at them, not quite a glare; then, his shoulders slump.

"fine." they smile brightly. gently now, they lead him by the arm to the edge of the lake.

"what was it you wanted, by the way?"

"oh, uh - was gonna ask you to come to the twilight with me to fight a lich," echo shrugs, grin turning apologetic as they pluck the helmet from his head and toss it to the ground, "i'll just ask rassel later though."

#asks #thank you for the 10 prompt im fucking insane about him tonight #only a little #saucesmp #my art #echo #10 #pointing at 10 and going here bitch take some physical intimacy with your weird qpp's #not pictured - declan and rassel dive bomb the lake and ruin the peacefullness and 10 almost drowns them (affectionately)#im. really normal about the quad in modded and how they were really all that eachother had for a long time #probably nice for them to have people they can depend on like that

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devirnis · 2 months

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“feeling each other's pulse” pleeaassseeee 🥺👉👈

Anything for you, Molly my dear!

quiet my fears with the touch of your hand

Rating: G Relationship: Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz Word count: 1.2k Contains vague season 7 spec

Eddie comes to with a burning in his chest and Buck’s name on his lips.

For a second, he has no idea where he is or what’s going on, but then sound filters in around him – water crashing, sirens, people yelling out orders – and it all comes back to him in startling clarity.

The ship shifting suddenly. Debris crashing down and blocking the exit. Water rising with no way out.

Buck looking at him, heartbreak in his eyes, and saying, “I love you.”

“Oh, thank God,” someone says above him. It might be Bobby. “Ravi, help me get him in the ambulance.”

No, no, Eddie can’t go into an ambulance – not until he knows –

“Buck,” he gasps, trying to look around. “Where’s Buck?”

A hand on his shoulder, and the ground beneath him starts to move. “Eddie, just lie still.” Definitely Bobby. “We need to transport you.”

Eddie shakes his head. Bobby didn’t answer his question. That means he either doesn’t know or doesn’t want to tell him. Neither option is acceptable. “No, I don’t – where’s Buck?”

A telling pause. “Hen and Chim are working on him,” Bobby finally says.

Working on him? Eddie’s stomach plummets. No, Buck can’t – not again – not after he said –

“Ravi, on three,” Bobby orders.

“No!” Eddie flails his arms, tries to push himself upright. “No, let me – I can help – I need to see –”

“Eddie,” Bobby says calmly. “Hen and Chim have got him. Let us take care of you.”

Eddie glances around wildly. His gaze lands on a familiar turnout with WILSON written on the back, crouched over a few feet away from him. She’s obscuring his view of Chim, but Eddie can see that he’s on top of someone, performing compressions.

“Eddie –” Bobby tries again.

“Cap, I’m not going anywhere until –”

“He’s going to be okay, Eddie. Just let Hen and Chim –”

“I’m not going –”

“We’ve got a pulse!” calls Hen’s voice.

Relief crashes over Eddie like a tidal wave. His arms give out and he slumps down onto the backboard, finally allowing Bobby and Ravi to load him into the ambulance.

He’s unconscious before the doors slam closed.

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When Eddie regains consciousness again, he immediately knows he’s in the hospital.

If the fuzzy memories of fighting with Bobby while he was bathed in the red emergency lights didn’t tip Eddie off, the exposed feeling of wearing a hospital gown underneath starchy sheets and the beeping from various machinery confirms it. It takes a monumental effort, but eventually Eddie manages to get his eyes open. The lights are dim, so it must be night. He lolls his head to the side and sees Bobby, asleep and slumped in a chair at his bedside.

Eddie frowns; he figured that if Bobby would be keeping vigil over anyone, it would be –

Buck.

Panic surges through him as he struggles to sit up. If Bobby is here and not with Buck, then that must mean Buck is in the ICU or surgery or –

As Eddie rips the covers back and swings his legs off the side of the bed, his eyes scan the rest of the room and he realizes he isn’t alone. There’s another bed across from him, and in it is a sight so dear that Eddie nearly topples off his bed as the fear drains out of him in an instant.

Buck is unconscious or asleep – Eddie can’t tell, and his eyes immediately flick to the vital signs monitor at Buck’s bedside. Buck’s pulse and blood pressure are normal and his oxygen levels are fine, but just reading Buck’s vitals doesn’t do much to soothe Eddie’s worry. He’s seen Buck hooked up to machines in hospitals too many times before, and only hours ago Buck’s heart was stopped again. Eddie is suddenly overcome with a desperate need to touch him. He needs to feel Buck’s heartbeat, his blood pumping in his veins, and only then will the uncomfortable, anxious skittering under his skin finally settle.

Eddie eases himself off the bed, grabbing his IV stand for support. The last thing he wants to do is go crashing to the ground and wake Bobby up. He gingerly makes his way across the room in his bare feet, and lowers himself into the chair at Buck’s bedside. Reaching out, he gently takes Buck’s hand and flips it over, pressing his fingers into Buck’s wrist.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

Buck’s pulse is strong beneath Eddie’s fingertips. The tightness in his chest loosens, and Eddie relaxes back into the chair, keeping Buck’s wrist in his grip. He’s alive, Buck’s alive; they’re both going to be fine.

Eddie doesn’t know how much time passes, but he finds himself slowly nodding off, soothed by the steady beat of Buck’s heart. He’s completely fine with drifting off to sleep in this chair, but then he feels Buck twitch. Eddie straightens up a little, suddenly awake, as he looks over Buck for any sign of distress. His vitals still look good, but his heart rate is starting to climb.

Buck’s face twists, and he makes a small, pained noise. Eddie’s own heart rate spikes and he starts fumbling with his other hand, searching for the nurse call button –

“Eddie…” Buck whispers.

Eddie shifts his grip, grasping Buck’s hand firmly. “I’m right here.”

Buck shakes his head back and forth. “Eddie…”

Oh god, is Buck hallucinating? Eddie’s just about to press the call button when Buck’s eyes fly open and he sits bolt upright, his gaze skittering around frantically.

“Eddie!” he gasps again. “Where’s –?”

“Buck, Buck, I’m right here!” Eddie squeezes Buck’s hand. “It’s okay, I’m right here.”

Buck’s eyes finally land on him. He blinks a few times, like he’s expecting Eddie to disappear any second. Eddie squeezes his hand again and Buck looks down quickly before looking back up at Eddie.

“You-you’re okay?” Buck rasps.

Eddie smiles. “I’m okay, you’re okay. We’re both okay.”

Buck presses his lips together into a thin line, still clearly uneasy. Eddie can’t blame him; after all, he walked himself across the hospital room in bare feet just so he could get his hands on Buck to reassure himself that Buck was fine, even if he had the evidence right in front of his eyes.

“Here,” Eddie says. He takes Buck’s hand and touches Buck’s index and middle fingers to his pulse point, just like he’d done for Buck earlier. “Feel that? That’s my heart. I’m here with you.”

“Ye-yeah,” Buck croaks. He presses his fingers more insistently against Eddie’s wrist.

They stay like that for a few minutes, just sitting in silence, Buck’s fingers on Eddie’s pulse, Eddie’s eyes on Buck’s monitor. Buck’s heart rate slowly returns to normal and Eddie finally feels like he can breathe easily again.

Eventually, Buck clears his throat. “Do you… do you remember what I said?”

“You think I was gonna forget you telling me you’re in love with me?” Eddie teases gently.

Buck blushes, averting his gaze. “I’m sorry –”

“Don’t apologize,” Eddie interrupts. Then a horrible thought strikes him. “Unless you didn’t mean –”

“No!” Buck’s wide-eyed gaze snaps back to him. “No, I’m just sorry that I told you like that. I wish– I wish it was in a romantic setting, not a life or death one.”

Eddie brings Buck’s hand up to his lips. “Once we get out of here, I’ll take you out for dinner. That new fancy Italian place that just opened.” He kisses Buck’s knuckles. “You can tell me again then.”

Buck gives him a bashful, pleased smile. “Deal.”

(also on ao3)

#911 fic #buddie fic #evan buckley x eddie diaz #physical intimacy prompts #myfic #fic: quiet my fears with the touch of your hand #bigfootsmom #ali answers

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allylikethecat · 6 months

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ugh like picture it.. sitting on your partners lap & falling asleep to their heart beat full of angst/hurt/comfort w matty & george.. dare i’d say you’d win a noble peace prize

Remember when I said this morning I was going to write something from the Sleep Prompts list next? Apparently that was a lie 😂

Also, I apologize that this has taken me literal months to finish! Anon I hope that you're still here and that this was worth at least some of the overly long wait.

I think I was missing working on the A&E fic a little bit... because we have a sick Fictional!Matty in this one... I hope you like it! Thank you so much for sending this prompt in, in the first place! I'm sorry again it took me so long to finish!

This is from the physical intimacy prompts list which can be found here. I am always taking more prompt requests even if it apparently takes me months to finish them - I promise I WILL finish all of them eventually though!! I have a spread sheet!

❤️Ally

Sitting in your partner's lap & Falling asleep to your partner's heartbeat

George was angry. He was angry at Jamie and the rest of their team for scheduling so many back to back tour stops. He was angry at Matty for hiding how sick he was. But most of all, he was angry at himself for not noticing. He was angry that he hadn’t noticed the way Matty had been turning away from him in bed, desperate to hide his fever and wheezing breath. He was angry that he hadn’t noticed Matty’s shaking hands, and that he was swallowing ibuprofen and tylenol like they were tic-tacs, alternating every three hours. That he hadn’t noticed that Matty wasn’t drinking, that his cough wasn’t the ever present smoker’s rattle from a pack a day, a pack he hadn’t touched in a week, but rather infection settling into his lungs, filling with fluid to drown him on land.

Matty had stumbled down the hallway as soon as they exited the B stage, the roar of the crowd still echoing in their ears. He had grabbed at his chest, gasping and choking on phlegm, coughing so hard he couldn’t even hope to catch his already short breath, dropping to his knees as his shoulders shook. There was a medic on him instantly, getting him upright, pressing an oxygen mask to his face. George watched in horror, frozen in place, his sweaty shirt clinging to his back, still clutching his drumsticks as Hann nudged him forward, reminding him he should go with Matty as the medic whisked him away. George wondered if they were supposed to tell someone they were leaving as he followed Matty into the back of the ambulance.

George was afraid, curled in on himself, trying to seem smaller and stay out of the way as the medics worked on Matty, listening to his heart, wincing at the crackling in his lungs. He’s not having a heart attack, don’t worry, one of the medics had tried to assure him kindly. George wasn’t sure how that was supposed to help when Matty still couldn’t breathe. He wasn’t sure when they became old enough for a heart attack to be a valid concern. George squeezed his eyes shut, his stomach flipping as they sped out of the venue and down the congested city streets. The perks of playing in arenas designed for ice hockey, he thought, squeezing Matty’s hand, the ambulance was parked inside the tunnel.

George ran his hand down Matty’s back, fingers brushing each bump as his spin curved through the opening of his hospital gown. He had lost weight over the course of his illness and George hated that he was just now noticing, not realizing Matty was belting his pants a hole tighter, moving his food around his plate without eating it, nausea churning in his belly.

Matty had been agitated, shivering with fever and fatigue clinging to George as if he was the only thing tethering him to this earth. The doctor that examined him was shocked that he had made it through a two hour concert with his fever, with his low oxygen levels, with his lungs hitching on every breath, catching against the infected fluid. Not only that he had been able to perform, able to sing, but that it wasn’t the first two hour show he had performed that week.

The doctor ordered a chest x-ray that led to a pneumonia diagnosis. Matty had coughed, rasping that he wasn’t some sickly Victorian child despite what Twitter might think, that he was going to be fine. George didn’t comment on the fear in his glassy eyes.

He was started on IV antibiotics and fluids, an oxygen mask fitted over his face to help him breathe easier, even if Matty kept taking it off to cough wetly into his elbow. He spat thick green mucus into a tissue, his nose wrinkling in disgust each time he would weakly toss the tissue into the bin they had placed next to his bed. After a while George started taking the tissues from him, Matty too weak to even lift his head and toss them himself.

Matty tried to argue that George didn’t have to stay, even though it was clear to George, clear to anyone with eyes, that Matty didn’t want him to leave (not that George would ever leave.) He insisted that he was fine, even as he looked anything but, his cheeks pale and his eyes sunken, his breath shallow as he coughed. He told George to go back to the hotel, told him to go shower and rest. But even as he spoke he kept his fingers tangled in the fabric of Geroge’s stage button down. Even after all these years, Matty didn’t like to let himself need others, he didn’t like to be what he thought of as a burden even though he was anything but. George had just climbed into the hospital bed with him, and pulled him into his lap, assuring him that he wasn’t going anywhere.

Matty had his cheek pressed to George’s chest, the steady beat of his heart, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as he inhaled and exhaled, lulling him to sleep like a toddler on a car ride, their legs tangled together on the rough sheets. Matty had fought at first to keep his eyes open, grumbling that he wasn’t tired. But the antibiotics made him woozy as his adrenaline crashed, his body no longer in a desperate survival mode. He started to relax, realizing he was safe now, wrapped in George’s embrace, getting the treatment he needed. George could feel him trembling in his arms, trying to time his own breaths to the beat of George’s heart.

“Rest Matty,” said George, pressing a kiss to the top of Matty’s head, his sweat damp curls tickling George’s nose, as his breathing slowly evened out. He didn’t get a response, Matty growing heavier in his arms as he finally fell asleep.

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #fanfiction #keep it kind #matty fic #gatty #prompt fill #prompt fills #physical intimacy prompts #physical intimacy prompt #intimacy prompt #intimacy prompts #i hope this was what you were looking for!#and also i hope you're still around im sorry this took so long #thank you for requesting and thank you for reading!

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ussjellyfish · 2 years

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Hi Opal! For the prompts if you’d like, Crusher x Janeway: falling asleep to your partner's heartbeat! Thank you so much as always for sharing your work <3

thank you for asking!! (and reading and enjoying them, it means so much)

Beverly has repaired hearts and veins, literally held hearts in her hands, Kathryn's should not be special.

Yet it's her head on Kathryn's chest when they're entwined together naked, Beverly falling asleep on her chest while they're watching holos.

It's the nights apart where she wonders. When Beverly's at HQ and Kathryn's in a spacedock and there are light years between them, what does she listen to? What puts her to sleep?

Kathryn's heart whispers in her ears in the yawning silence of their empty rooms. She asks.

Beverly laughs. "Oh, I know your heart. I can always hear it."

#beverly crusher x kathryn janeway #drabble #thank you!#physical intimacy prompts

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muselover1901 · 2 years

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Physical intimacy prompts update!

Hey friends! If you submitted a writing request for me, I will be catching up on them this week! I had a very busy week this past week, but I am so excited to continue with the ideas I’ve drafted 😁

#musewrites #physical intimacy prompts

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creativepromptsforwriting · 3 months

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The fluffiest masterpost

Hugs

Touching

Hand-holding

Domestic fluff prompts

Soft Domestic Stuff

Fluff Prompts

Fluffy Dialogue Prompts Part I

Fluffy Dialogue Prompts Part II

Fluffy Sentence Starters

Cute Interactions

Super soft intimacy

Make ‘em swoon

Casual Affections

Affections without touching

Seeking out physical affection

One Hundred Compliments

Giving the reader butterflies

Making your characters blush

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pseudowho · 5 months

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Men With Big Noses

(help me find the Higuruma artist in the banner, for crediting and thanks/permission!)

You accidentally let on to Hiromi Higuruma that you find his big nose sexy-- so he shows you exactly what he can do with it.

Warnings: 18+ as always, Higuruma is nearly face-sat to death and would absolutely die a happy man.

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"Why have you poured me another glass of wine?"

"Why not? You've had a long week. I've had a long week. And I don't want to finish the bottle alone, so..." Hiromi pressed the glass into your hand, planting a deliberately sloppy kiss on your cheek as you laughed, slapping him away, "Drink up."

Feigning disgruntlement, you mumbled into your wine as you shot Hiromi a side-eye.

He loped, slim and wiry, to the windows, swirling his wine glass thoughtfully, one hand in his pocket as he stared out over the Tokyo skyline. Your relationship was new, only just into the early stages of physical intimacy, but you caught yourself looking him up and down over the rim of your wineglass.

It was his brain that had attracted you at first. Fiercely intelligent, Hiromi appeared to see straight through you, and adore you anyway. His passion certainly wasn't limited only to his career. He was dry and sharp, but conversely so mellow at points. He kept you guessing, but never about how he felt about you. You had never found a partner so unusually thrilling as him.

But you couldn't deny...there was a certain something about how he looked that made the gears deep in your belly whir, puzzled and magnetic in your attraction towards him. But you couldn't work out what that something was.

You approached him slowly, breathing in the heady fumes of your wine as you appraised him; his eyes, and the way they turned into pools of pitch black when he looked at you? No. His fine-boned hands, so articulate and clever, that you wondered what else they could be clever with? No, not that either. His body, lithe and slim but deceptively strong? You sighed, unable to puzzle it out. You were halfway through your third glass of wine now, feeling loose, warm, intimate--

"I can't work out what it is that you find attractive about me."

You jumped, your remaining wine sloshing as he turned to you, his sloped eyes sparkling with curiosity, inquisitive and dark. You gaped for a moment, your brain short-circuiting as you swore he had read your thoughts, and said the first thing that came to your head--

"Your nose." Hiromi snorted into his wineglass, hand over his eyes now as he shook with mirth. His hand lowered, fingering his big, hooked nose, and he laughed again.

"Be serious," he chastised. Your inhibition had abandoned you, emboldened by the alcohol.

"No, I...I mean it. There's something sort of...sexy about it. Men with big noses."

"Oh?" He approached you slowly, hand still in his pocket, a slow, sloping walk, "All men with big noses? Is that a kink?" Oh, those eyes. Dark and glowing, like little coals in the dark, and looking at you like that, you felt heat rush through you, so scrutinised--

"Or-- or maybe-- just yours I think. A you-specific kink. I wonder what you could do with that nose, other than-- other than--" You flushed, downing the rest of your wine. He was close now, and your skin felt electric. Not breaking eye-contact as he stared into you, he slowly reached out to take your empty glass, draining his own now and placing them both on the table.

Pulling you in with one hand on the small of your back, and the other creeping up the side of your face, he leaned over you. Still teasing you, his big eyes hooded, he ghosted the tip of his nose over the side of your neck, tracing shapes against your pulse point.

You pressed one hand against his chest, the other into his hair as you shivered.

"--other than?" he prompted. He laughed again, rich and bold, "My nose," he scoffed, "Where would you like my nose?" You blushed, mortified, and tried to shove him away for teasing you, but he held on tight, rubbing his nose gently against yours now. He kissed you, leaning you backwards, deep and convicted in his hold on you.

Your head wasn't swooping just with the wine now. Plaiting your fingers behind his neck, you suddenly didn't feel embarrassed to tell him what you wanted. You pulled away from his kiss, and he leaned his forehead against yours, nose to nose, as he stared into your eyes, your gaze shy and averted.

"Between...between my legs, maybe." You regretted it the moment you said it, hands up to slap over your eyes, cupping your red-hot cheeks, and Hiromi still didn't let go of you, his nose and lips pressing soft, tipsy kisses to your decolletage. He whispered to you, only deepening your regret.

"You could sit on my nose, if you like. Undressed, obviously." You felt his hips pressed against you, and felt his cock against you, now half-hard and growing--

You nearly imploded, stammering, "Oh please, no man actually likes that. Face-sitting is just one of those stupid things you joke about. Men don't actually like giving women oral," you scoffed, cynical and embarrassed. Hiromi raised his eyebrows, releasing you now, looking mildly offended.

"Oh dear. Another sceptic. Were your other boyfriends that bad?" You swatted him with a cloth.

"Pretend I never said anything!" You shouted in from the kitchen, "Forget about it! I'm going for a shower. There's more wine on the side if you want it."

You honestly considered drowning yourself in the shower. You'd barely even got past heavy make-out sessions, and you'd just told him you wanted his nose between your legs, you could just die of shame--

Stepping out from the shower and into your bedroom, you squeaked to find Hiromi lying on his back on your bed, the top of his shirt unbuttoned, and as he saw you, he smiled loosely and rubbed one of your pillows over his face.

"What are...what are you doing?"

"Polishing your seat, of course."

You melted against the wall, mortified, gripping your towel in one hand and covering your eyes with the other. You heard slow footsteps creep up behind you, long-fingered hands pulling you against a hard torso, feeling Hiromi's nose rub behind your ear. Despite yourself, your eyes fluttered closed, wanting him.

"I think you'd like it," Hiromi insisted, voice low and convincing, "and I like it when you tell me what you want. It's...bold. Honest. Sexy." You moaned softly as he pressed into you from behind, his cock hard and insistent against your body, and he loosened the front of your towel to snake his clever fingers to your breast, fingers brushing it softly at first before cupping and giving an appreciative squeeze.

"So please sit on my nose. And the rest of my face." You bit your lip...and slowly nodded. You felt warm air huff out of Hiromi's nose behind your ear, "Good girl."

Spinning you round, Hiromi pulled you in for a deep kiss, the wine heavy on both of your tongues as he slipped his against yours, probing, curious. You accepted warmly, your hands tracing down to untuck his shirt from his trousers, your hand slipping flat against his abdomen and trail of dark, wiry hair, and Hiromi shivered, tongue trembling against yours.

He fell back onto the bed, pulling your legs up to straddle his lap, panting and kissing the sides of your throat as you unbuttoned his shirt, your fingers gliding over the taut muscles of his shoulders in appreciation. He nuzzled you, hooked nose rubbing over the shell of your ear, unintentionally bucking his cock up against your unclothed sex as your fingers grazed his nipples in their exploration of his torso.

"I can't wait...I want to taste you," he insisted, breathless, his eyes dipped and flinty as he fell back onto the bed, pulling you with him, but holding you upright by the hips. Suddenly shy, so aware of your body with those smouldering eyes looking up at you, Hiromi sensed your hesitation and grabbed your knees, scooting you up his body so you were straddling his upper chest.

With your legs parted, you felt his breath roll over your folds, now so wet with your arousal, and Hiromi stared up at you, seeming grave in his devoted assessment of your face as he traced his hands up your thighs, two fingers slipping idly between your legs to rub a long stroke from entrance to clit and back again. He sighed, thrilled to feel you plant a hand on his abdomen, grounding yourself as he started to rub smooth circles over your clit.

"You're perfect, and those other guys didn't deserve you," he insisted, slipping his fingers teasingly close to your entrance as you let out a breathy moan, and Hiromi stared at his fingers, scientific in his appreciation of how your arousal was glazed over them.

Raising his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean, Hiromi stopped, considering. He placed his wet fingers over your towel instead, gripping your hips.

"No," he puzzled, "I want to taste you straight from the source." You squeaked as he dragged your knees and hips upwards again, your pussy now hovering directly over his face. Hiromi lifted his face, looking at you with a glint in his eyes, "Sit."

You hesitated, and Hiromi pressed his nose up, nuzzling it between your folds and pressing it firmly against your clit, holding your hips tightly as you jolted and gasped, never realising that nose could feel so good on your aching core. Thighs trembling, you lowered your weight until you sat directly on Hiromi's nose, mouth and chin.

Hiromi got to work like a starving man, groaning with desire as he nuzzled his nose and mouth between your puffy folds, his nose rubbing firmly over your clit as his tongue sank as far as it could into your hole, and you cried out, gripping his hair tightly with one fist, and grasping his hand on your hip with another.

As the firm tip of his nose rubbed insistently on your clit, making you burn with pleasure, you involuntarily ground your pussy down onto his face, and mewled when his shaky moan vibrated through you. Hiromi began to move your hips above him, encouraging you to hump his mouth and nose while his tongue alternated between dipping into you, and flicking against your clit as Hiromi sucked it into his mouth.

Your pleasure building, your cries and the hand grasping his hair becoming more and more urgent, Hiromi squeezed his rigid cock through his trousers, determined not to embarrass himself by cumming untouched while you humped his face. But as precum leaked through his trousers, wet on his thigh, Hiromi was drunk with the taste of you, sweet and natural, and he felt his cock throbbing as he neared his release.

Hiromi rocked your hips urgently against his face, his nose creating a constant alternating pressure on your clit, and you felt your belly tighten, pressing yourself down on his nose in a desperate need to cum, babbling his name in sweet praise.

With one last determined nuzzle against your clit, you shook, waves of pressure breaking through your whole lower body and Hiromi moaned, hips bucking against the air as he tasted and smelled you, overwhelmed by the authentic intimacy of the moment, feeling streams of cum soaking his boxers as he came completely untouched.

You moaned, short little mewls as you came down from your high. Gathering yourself, you shifted yourself down onto Hiromi's chest, looking down at him, blushing and concerned. You had never seen a man look so delighted with so much cum on his face. You were baffled, and of a mind to marry this man.

"Any man that actually likes women, sweetheart," Hiromi panted, dazed, "Would happily die like that."

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Love you Hiromi Higuruma, MWAH! 😌☕

#jjk #higuruma x reader #i love him #jjk higuruma #higuruma hiromi #higuruma #higuruma smut #higuruma angst #jjk smut #jjk fluff #jjk headcanons

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linwritesif · 2 years

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A List of Prompts

because yeah i think it would be helpful if there was a comprehensive list of those, so

ANGST. want to cry? here's some onion for you.

fighting/intense

someone is injured

protective

reluctant allies

shedding a tear

secret relationship--getting caught and confronted

enemies to lovers

corruption arc

sentence starters

forbidden love

101 ways to break the characters (and readers) heart

broken trust

hit em where it hurts

for the damaged

short angst sentence starters

soft angst sentence starters

high pain tolerance

dark and angsty sentence starters

from the villain

SMUT / NSFW. having horny thoughts? endulge.

action prompts

subtle intimacy

sexual tension

kissing starters

smut dialogue prompts

sfw friends with benefits

types of kisses

soft dirty talk sentence starters

consent is sexy

spicy actions

subtle smut sentence starters

nonverbal sexual situations

bdsm and dom/sub prompts

build the tension

love and leashes

FLUFF. for when your heart needs healing.

simple actions.

forehead touches.

things done while spooning

things done while dancing

oblivious idiots in love

idiots in love

dancing prompts

dialogue prompts

simple touches

casual affections

soft and sweet sentence starters

types of hugs

comforting

domestic intimacy

comforting actions

soft touches

BITTERSWEET. for those who like to hurt and then soothed.

reassuring your lover

reassuring your lover pt. 2

sacred moments

hurt/comfort prompts.

hero x villain prompts

lovers in denial

comforting a lover after a nightmare

grumpy x sunshine

enemies with benefits

noticing trauma

all about the yearning

found family

nightmares and sleeping

reassuring

reunion after (physical) trauma

possessive/territorial

for the heavy hearted

enemies to lovers

hero x villain sentence starters

dissociation starters

intervention

enemies to lovers and lovers to enemies

#prompt list #writing prompts #angst prompts #hurt/comfort prompts #fluff prompts #dialogue prompts #interactive fiction #for safe keeping #i always lose those so decided to make a semi comprehensive list #of prompt posts i love and adore

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sugawarassoulmate · 8 months

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a few of y'all asked me about this ages ago and i always had the thought in my head but i never actually wrote it down.

but y'all really liked the idea of loser!kuroo and virgin!mean!reader

word count: 845 cw: fem!reader, virgin!reader, name calling, bullying, fingering, implied oral (f receiving), minors dni

virgin!mean!reader who everyone thinks is experienced and she's never bothered to correct them

even kuroo thinks she has a couple bodies under her belt when she starts tormenting him on the daily

she's just so cool and beautiful and everyone is afraid of her but lowkey wants to spend a night with her????

but some things are a bit off

whenever kuroo gets too close to reader during their study sessions and his tall, imposing, figure completely towering over reader when he leans in to ask a question, he notices for some reason you can't look him in the eye

sometimes reader kisses kuroo when she's bored and wants him to stop talking but whenever he deepens it by sucking on her tongue or his fingers try to slip under her shirt, she immediately pushes him away. "fucking pervert," she snaps, going back to her book

reader's bugging kuroo another day—the usual poking fun at him for being a loser always talking about science and tripping over his own feet. "i bet you've never even had pussy. you a virgin or something?" you laugh at your own hypocrisy, keeping up the ruse

kuroo shrugs his shoulders, explaining that he had, in fact, slept with two people back in high school (his first girlfriend ever and a rebound after the two broke up)

reader's shocked that even someone as pitifully embarrassing as kuroo got some before her and irrationally pissed off at the thought of someone else touching kuroo like that

again, her behavior captures kuroo's attention, prompting him to ask if she's had sex before

"what the fuck are you on about? i'm not a fucking virgin!" you blurted out, immediately going on the defense. but kuroo can see how you're acting now and remembers all those times you got flustered but the tiniest bit of physical intimacy.

he stands up, using his height to back you into a corner of your small dorm room. just as he figured, your eyes grow wide and all the attitude you had moments before is nowhere to be seen.

"has nobody ever made you cum before, baby?" kuroo asks, leaning in for a deep kiss that you can't push your way out of this time. "is that why you're so upset? do you need me to help you cum?"

you've never seen kuroo act like this before—so secure and sure of himself. his finger reached out, slipping past your top to touch the soft skin and your body feels like it's buzzing.

he kisses you again, using his strength to keep you from pushing him away when his tongue enters your mouth. "te-tetsu," you whine, feeling embarrassed that he's having such an effect on you.

"tell me you want me to help," kuroo huffs between kisses. "i can't do it unless you tell me."

you'd literally rather die than admit how badly you want kuroo to do whatever he wants with you. but the words leave your lips anyway, full of desperation and shame. "tetsu, i wanna cum. please, please help me cum."

it's all kuroo needs to shove his hand down your shorts and push your panties to the side. you whine when his fingers plunge into your warm, wet heat. it's the first time anyone else has touched you down there and kuroo's fingers are thicker and rougher than yours.

his pace is slow but kuroo easily stretches you out, swallowing every cry of yours with another kiss. "this is all you needed huh, baby?"

it's all over when kuroo uses his thumb to circle your clit, leaving you more of an incoherent mess. it's never felt like this when it was just you. touching yourself will never be the same, it has to be kuroo doing it now. nobody else but him.

your body shudders, a sob leaving your lips as you finally come on kuroo's fingers, juices running down his hand. your cunt offers no resistance, fully accepting his digits fucking you through your orgasm.

the only thing keeping you upright is the fact that kuroo pinned you to the wall. you're feeling lightheaded—when did tears run down your face?—the squelching sound your pussy makes when kuroos pull his fingers out leave you mortified.

it's worse when he starts licking them, groaning over your essence.

kuroo helps you to your bed, laying you gently on the mattress and situates himself between your legs. "ready?"

"ready?" you repeated, unsure of what he meant. your cunt was still reeling from your last release, still feeling the ghost of kuroo's fingers sending you over the edge.

"oh, don't worry, baby. we're not having sex tonight, you're not ready yet." he coos, kissing your thigh. "but the thought of licking your sweet pussy right now makes me really hard and i just wanna be a little selfish."

this isn't the kuroo that cowers whenever you walk down the hall, afraid of becoming the target of your anger. this is much, much different that what you're used to.

"whatever makes you feel good, loser," you said, with no malice in your voice.

#haikyuu smut #haikyu smut #kuroo smut #kuroo tetsuro smut #kuroo tetsurou smut #tetsuro kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #tetsurou kuroo x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #🥀#🥀kuroo #loser!kuroo

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