#and with slight prompting be able to admit it easily

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hii 🫶🏻🫶🏻!

im not sure if you've written for james potter before, but if you're up for it, could i request d5 with him? i thought like, reader is a slytherin and she fooled around with barty while she was with james. also not sure if you're okay with writing cheating, (feel free to ignore this is you're not!)

hi lovie! thank you for your request<3 i don't vibe with cheating storylines, but this inspired me to write a one-shot of james pining for reader but thinking she's with barty because they're such close friends. i hope that still scratches your itch!

Prompt: D.5 "But do you love me?" changed into "But you are in love with me?"

Words: 3.7k

Warnings: not proofread, fem!reader, slytherin!reader (sassy/feisty), use of y/n, james pov which includes relentless pining and silly comments, genuine yearning, miscommunication, bsf!barty, slight jealousy/envy, some self-deprecation, background skittles rosekiller and dorlene

The Boy with the Glasses is Blind

James could have kicked himself.

Despite what some professors insinuate, he is usually quite bright – he just so happens to prefer dedicating his intellect to good-willed humour and pranksting rather than gruelling essays that have already been written a thousand times before. He felt he had properly demonstrated his abilities for creativity and strategy with everything he had pulled off over the years, both the pranks he took credit for and the ones they were never able to pin on him.

Yet, here he was.

Sitting in the Transfiguration class shared by most Gryffindors and Slytherins in their year, where Professor McGonnagal in some horrific – in James' previous sentiments – attempt to bridge some gaps and mend some fences, seated a Slytherin and a Gryffindor together at every table. Sitting beside you, the one Slytherin he had never seemed to fully dislike nor target with his more insidious of pranks, but a Slytherin nonetheless, and attached at the hip with one Barty Crouch Junior.

Yes, here he was, sitting beside you and staring at you with what most look like cartoonish heart eyes.

It was not something he necessarily expected to happen, at least not to this extent. You had always held his interest, a fascinating person from who you were to how you spoke and where you placed yourself in society, but it was easily brushed off in the flurry of everything else that surrounded the young boy. In here, he couldn't escape you as easily, and once he realised just what he had been depriving himself of in his avoidance of you, he couldn't escape you even when you weren't around. To him, you were everywhere.

James Fleamont Potter was falling more head over heels in love with a Slytherin with every passing minute. Sirius would have kicked him blue and yellow had he dared open his mouth and voice what was running through his mind when he admired you. Though, James supposed, some of those thoughts were perhaps best never uttered out loud to anyone.

He really couldn't help himself, he thought, it was all your fault for being so sodding angelically flawless. From the first lesson when you playfully threatened him to "behave, Potter, and not soil my education with your unruliness" with that glimmer in your eyes that felt like it must have been reserved for him from a previous life, he has had to pick his jaw up from the floor whenever your eyes meet. The way you carried yourself with a lightheartedness and crackling self-assurance, the way your hair cascaded around you as you turned to him, the way your occasionally crude words towards him were softened by your exuberant tone, as if you took as much pleasure from your back-and-forth exchanges as he did, but with none of the guffawing – a stronger man would have faltered, and James had no qualms about admitting that for you, he was rather weak.

And then there was the way you grinned with your whole body whenever you spoke to your friends and your–

And therein lies the issue.

No gem can sparkle that brightly and not be picked up and admired. To anyone with eyes, let alone ears, it was painfully clear that one Barty Crouch Junior had already snatched up his Treasure, as he called you. James was too late.

The nickname felt tacky in James' mouth as he silently felt around it, trying to figure out what it would feel like to have you as he does. It felt too cheesy, not elegant enough for someone like you, not perfect enough, though James supposes nothing quite could be. Nor was he any better himself, angels and loves had already slipped from his tongue, only to be laughed away as a quip and not a confession – and he didn't even have the right to, not the way Junior did.

You were seated beside James, he could imagine himself feeling your body heat seeping through your clothes and into his if he inched even a centimetre or two closer to you. He could hear your laughter in his ears, he captured the smile in your eyes with his own as often as he could, but even here, within his direct vicinity, he saw the effect Barty had on you. How the two of you seemed to be able to communicate with limited words, mostly through glances and silly facial expressions from where he sat a few rows ahead, fully twisted in his chair to get a good look at you.

James couldn't blame him. It was how he wanted to turn around and stare at you whenever you were near him as well. That maniacal grin on Junior's lips was something James wanted to resent, but also wondered if he would be wearing himself, if he was allowed to brandish it on you.

Unlike Junior, though, he couldn't. James is not a jealous man, he felt he owed his father not to be, but there were few words to describe the sensation building in his throat other than envy. And, perhaps most painfully, a yearning so significant it ached its way through his bones until he was left pliable and broken.

"You with me, Potter?"

James' smile smacked right back onto his lips, albeit slightly more forced than normal as he forced his eyes away – from what he hoped seemed like Junior's general direction and not him specifically – to lock onto yours. There was a quizzical expression on your face and mirth playing over your lips, your soft, beautiful lips.

"Yeah," James made out hoarsely, clearing his throat. "Early mornin' s'all."

The mirth stretched out into a wide, teasing grin on your face, and although James was certain it was at his expense, it melted his own smile into a more genuine one. "Uh-huh. What's made you so tired? You're usually caffeine incarnated first thing in the morning."

"Are you saying you're missing my usual self, love?" Easy, easy, keep it easy.

"I'm saying you're suspicious," you replied with a gleam in your eyes. "Although, you always are. Perhaps it would be suspicious if you weren't behaving suspiciously."

James laughed a bit too loudly at that, warmth spreading in his stomach. "Don't go philosophical on me, L/N."

"I won't, if you don't go boring on me. Transfiguration's enough of a chore as it is."

Pride bloomed out of the spot envy inhabited in James' throat. Somehow he felt just as guilty for both of them, and was just as unable to suppress it as it flowed into his bloodstream.

"Well, when I know you're missin' me so, I can't very well let my best girl down, can I?"

"What a presumptuous young man," you say, words becoming a whisper as McGonnagal walks in to begin her lecture. Despite your smug smile as you said so, James couldn't help but feel slightly rattled at you pointing out the truth to him.

He righted himself in his seat and attempted to dedicate his attention to the Head of Gryffindor, which, unfortunately, he had never been good at even before his entire mind, body and soul seemed to be possessed by the stunner sitting beside him in class. His eyes kept darting over to you, smiling at your facial expressions, even more so when you occasionally caught his gaze with a smile of your own. A strand of hair fell out of your hairstyle as you cocked your head to look at him. James couldn't decide whether he wanted it to stay messy or if he wanted to be the one to tuck it back in for you. His hands remained drumming on the desk.

He attempted to focus up on the lecture, but poor Minnie's voice simply became droning to him when his nose was filled with the smell of you, making him slightly lightheaded. And Merlin, the way you were biting your lip while you took notes – it was an actual miracle he hadn’t melted into a puddle on the classroom floor by now.

Then, his attention was abruptly captured by a small piece of parchment whirring right past his face to force itself into your hand on the desk. You were shaking, smiling over the lip you were still biting as you opened it.

James – in a totally cool non-creepy fashion, of course – tried to get a good luck at the note, but couldn't without giving it away. What he definitely could tell, though, was how Junior was snickering at you over his shoulder like a hyena. Not the borderline scary snicker James had been victim of before, but a fond one, like you were sharing a secret together just the two of you.

Unable to watch more of your reaction, James looked back onto the desk, willing himself away.

You were never one to allow him reprieve, giving him a discreet poke with your wand. When he looked up, your head was in your hand and you were leaning your head sideways to look at him. “Daydreaming again, Potter?” you whispered.

His cheeks burned. “Not a chance,” he responded a bit too quickly, causing you to smile in delight as you leaned closer to him. His heart gave a particularly hard thud at that.

“Are you sure? Because you’ve been staring at my notes for a few minutes, and last I checked, you don’t even take notes. So it's clearly no ruse to copy me.”

“I take notes!" James tried to retort, but when you levelled him with a stare he just smiled indulgently at you instead. "Occasionally."

"Yeah, you're a total swot, babe," you laughed quietly, shooting McGonnagal a quick glance to make sure you're still being discreet.

He knows you're messing with him, he knows it's just colloquialism, but he would have paid embarrassing amounts for you to call him that again.

"Very well might be, you're quite contagious, angel." The slight snort that escaped you at that probably made his day.

“Uh-huh,” you said softly, for the second time that lesson. “Whatever you say, Gryffindor.”

By the grace of Godric, McGonagall dismissed class before James combusted like he thought he would. He exhaled in relief, but it was short-lived as his nerves shot up as you began to pack your stuff, knowing he won't see you again until dinner. Not that he had memorised your schedule, or anything.

He opened his mouth, hoping to think of something clever and smooth to keep your attention for even a second longer, when your usual company approached your shared desk. He heard Junior's laugh before he saw him, eyes still trained on you, and when he turned Barty, Dorcas and Evan had formed some circle around you, chattering away with a casualness he rarely witnessed up close.

“Tomorrow’s going to be incredible,” Dorcas exclaimed almost-giddily, pulling her scarf up around her neck. “I can't wait to let off some steam finally."

“Oh, I'm sure you will, Cas,” you replied teasingly, pointing a finger at her teasingly. "Asked a certain blonde to join you yet?"

"How about you mind your business, Missy?" She shot back trying to shove your face away, but you dodged, using James' arm as a shield. He felt like a mannequin the way he stood beside you, almost dumbly, frozen by the exchange.

Evan just snickered. “Good luck prying Barty away from the game section, he's still pissy about last time."

"You mean when he gambled away all–" Dorcas was shut up with a quick silencio from Barty, which she quickly fought through and stuck her tongue out at him for.

"Hearsay and goss, I tell you!" Barty declared, shoving Evan aside to come stand beside you, arm circling around your waist. "I almost didn't go this year, I'm only joining because Treasure here practically threatened me to."

"Yeah, how dare you even consider leaving me to the wolves," you retorted to him at the same time as Dorcas murmurs something about "yeah, didn't wanna go because you lost so bad".

"Nah, we can't have that," Barty agreed with you while shooting Dorcas a glare, and then he – to James' utter pain and heartbreak – pressed a kiss to the top of your head while squeezing your hip.

Nevermind that it was a quick kiss, nevermind that you laughed at him. James just saw lips against skin.

Now that Junior was basically cuddling you standing up (James wanted no corrections calling this description an exaggeration), James had gravitated further away from you. He may have lost his mind with this whole lovesickness, but he respected you, your choices and your space. With the way you were throwing your head back laughing with your friends about some plans James didn't even know about, he knew he was not wanted nor needed here.

Pulling his bag closer towards his body, he gave a quick nod to no one in particular and turned around, headed towards the door.

"James, wait up!"

Your voice cut through his mind's ramblings, as it always does, and your use of his first name brought flowers to his vision once more. He turned around, hoping to look mostly casual but he's sure his face was an open book. His eyes zeroed in on you walking towards him, leaving your group of friends and Junior behind, but he heard a telltale laughter and he hoped it wasn't at how stupidly in love he looked with someone he could never have.

James blinked at you in confusion as you stopped before him, but you just wore the simplest smile on your face.

“Want to take a walk with me?” you asked, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"What?" he asked dumbly.

There was mirth in your gaze when you repeated your question. "We both have a free period now, I usually spend it in our common room. But I'm asking if you want to take a walk with me instead?"

James had to physically restrain himself from replying "I know" when you disclosed your habit, while also wondering how and why you came to know his schedule.

He managed to sputter out a response. “Yeah, yes, of course.” He couldn’t quite stop the grin from spreading across his face, and he felt a bit like an overeager puppy, but you didn’t seem to mind. In fact, you looked rather pleased, which only made his heart race faster.

"Enthusiasm gets you everywhere, Potter," you responded calmly, falling into step with him as you led him out of the classroom, leading him down the less-frequented hallways. The road less travelled by.

The two of you strolled down the corridor, side by side, with the chilly autumn breeze filtering through an open window. James wanted to say something witty, something that would make you laugh, but he was mostly in his head, confused about everything that transpired the past few minutes.

"What's that about the fair?" He decided that was safe territory, though he feared having you recount all your plans with Junior there.

"Oh, you have no idea," you started excitedly. James pretended it didn’t cut a bit that he had no idea. "It's this annual fair that Pandora – you know, Rosier – discovered back in fourth. It's got the weirdest, coolest booths and games you'll ever see, with performances from unique professionals. It usually changes every year, last time it was a fire manipulator and a necromancer."

Upon James' quirked brow at you finding fire and necromancy the coolest, you continued. "Come on, you Marauders would have loved it. There's prank ideas and props to last you for months. And there's great food as well."

"Okay, okay," James laughed as he maintained eye contact with you. "I believe you, sounds fun. I hope you guys enjoy it."

If James wasn't as bright as he was, he might have mistook the flash of emotion across your face as a small bout of uncertainty or insecurity.

"Actually, that's something I wanted to ask you about," you started, trailing off as you stopped by one of the larger windows in the hallway, leaning against the windowsill. He followed your example, attention wholly on you. "We have this tradition, my friends and I, that we use the fair as an opportunity to challenge ourselves in some way, do something that... I guess something that scares us."

James just nodded, keeping his attention on you as his heart beats in his chest. Your smile turned a bit rueful.

"That's actually what I was messing with Cas about earlier," you continued. "She's finally asking your friend Marlene out on a date, to go with her to the fair."

That's what you wanted to talk about? James admired you almost more for how dedicated you were to your friends.

"I can tell you without a doubt that Marls would say yes," he reassured you with a smile. "Those two have been a work in progress for ages."

"For so long, it's been physically painful to witness," you laughed. That sound is anything but painful to witness.

James hummed in response, laughter rumbling through his chest as he continued to take you in, scanning your face.

"What are you doing that scares you?" he asked before he could stop himself.

You took a deep breath, chin up in that almost defiant way as you held his gaze. "I'm actually following in Dorcas' footsteps... or I guess perhaps beating her to it, seeing as she hasn't yet."

James blinked at you, clueless as to what you're leading up to.

"I wondered if you wanted to go with me to the fair?"

He felt as if he had been slapped in the face and like he was coming up for air after a long snog. He didn't really know what he felt, just that it was a lot, too much, even for him.

"I'd love to," he blurted out with a breath, words scrambling together. Then, his brows furrowed in confusion as he tried to understand your sentence. "I mean– with me, are you sure? Aren't you going with, erm, with Junior?"

You gave him a puzzled look, cocking your head at him as if he had said something entirely irrelevant. "What do you mean?"

James looked sheepish and couldn’t quite meet your gaze over the sound of his own heart breaking. "I mean, it would be really nice to go with you to the fair, anywhere really, but wouldn't Junior mind?"

"Barty–" You cut yourself off, still looking confused. "Barty's the one who's been encouraging me to ask you out, actually. What are you on about?"

"Why?" was all James could breathe out, world unravelling in a way that made his stomach twist with painful hope.

"Um, because I like you? And unless I have suddenly lost all my interpretation skills, I am quite certain you've been fond of me for quite some time too, Potter."

"I am, but– wait– you are? What?" James guffawed. His intense confusion irritated his skin apparently because he had a sudden urge to scratch the back of his neck, his upper arms and pretty much any other piece of flesh. Maybe the embarrassment could be peeled off that way.

Despite it all, you laughed heartily and, what James was beginning to realise, bemusedly maybe even adoringly at his failure to speak. It seemed like you had pieced together everything he couldn't.

"Yeah, I like you, you sod. Think I just flirt with everyone?"

An "I hope not" lies on the tip of his tongue, but instead he shook his head in admonishment.

"Snake's got your tongue, babe?" you asked him, taking a taunting step closer.

"Looks like it," James mumbled, eyes zeroed in on your face as heat rose to his own. Growing bolder in your declaration, he continued, "I suppose I'm just confused. I always thought you were with Junior? That you two were... in love."

The last words brought a grimace to his lips, like it pained him to say. As if on instinct, your hand shot forward to wipe beneath his bottom lip to coax the frown off his face. His lips parted in shock and suspense at your touch and when you seemed to realise what you had done, you pulled your hand back quickly. You had the decency to look slightly flustered after that, allowing him some semblance of a more even playing field.

"No, James," you whispered with a smile as you shook your head. "Barty is my best friend and I love him with my whole heart. But I never have, and never will be in love with him. Him and Evan have been an item for, like, ages."

Finally, a brilliant smile – one you would later describe to him "shone like the sun" to which he attacked you with kisses because "that's so sodding cute of you to say, you sappy romantic" – took over his face.

Without thinking, he stepped closer to you, hand coming up to brush carefully against your cheek as you looked wide-eyed at his positivity and adoration now radiating off of him. "But you're in love with me?" he whispered with rapture, up to speed at last.

It took you a moment before you chuckled lightly, sheepishly looking down at your feet before once more meeting his piercing gaze.

"How about we start with that date, and see where it goes from there, huh pretty boy?"

So, yes, James most certainly could have and probably should have kicked himself – but right now, he found that he had other business he would much rather attend to.

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Of Books & Beasts

Prompt: virginity

Paring: best friend!steve harrington x f!reader

Genre: romance, slow burn, friends to lovers, one bed trope

Notes: wc 9.1k // my first kinktober story (one of five) // hope everyone enjoys it // it’s very soft // a little scary movie night sleep over // reader falls asleep next to steve and things get a little steamy // i wrote everything to have as much consent as possible // steve is a bit of a perv lol

Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, NSFW // slight somnophilia, dry humping, virginity loss, vaginal fingering // masturbation // smut // 'just the tip' is used once or twice // please let me know if there is anymore that need to be added!

ao3 // kinktober masterlist // full masterlist // lazy ghoul’s kinktober prompts

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The night was meant to be a simple one. After weeks of assignments, exams, quizzes, and extracurricular activities at college, all you wanted to do was relax. Well, you still had one more assignment left to do, but maybe you were able to kill two birds with one stone, right? 

Luckily, this assignment was one that you could easily ask for help with from your friend. Someone who always stole movies for you to borrow on many weekends anyways. With your class being based on books which turned into film adaptations, it means a lot of time spent reading and watching. In truth, you felt bad for your classmates who had to rent out the tapes for extended periods just to finish analysis for assignments; all while you didn’t even need to bat an eyelash in Steve’s direction for him to hide movies in your backpack while his manager wasn’t looking. 

With the theme of this particular assignment matching the season and going with horror films, a movie night was something that you craved. Thick sweaters, even thicker blankets, a bit of hot chocolate, and candy from the grocery store that had the orange and black packaging — they were all of the aspects to the marathon you proposed when you walked into Family Video on a Friday afternoon after you got off the bus. Despite all of your convincing tactics, your friend already had his answer long before you began to ask.

“Anything for you, dove. I’ll get everything on this list for us,” Steve smiled at you, after looking at the assignment rubric, as you stood on the other side of the cash register. 

“Alright, maybe I should place a pizza order now so that we don’t starve during the Friday dinner rush tonight,” you said sweetly as you nervously thought about what to order. 

“Don’t you worry about it, it’s on me. Let me treat you a little.” 

“I’m the one who asked you to have a movie marathon with me, I should really be the one paying,” you insisted while you brought your hand closer to the telephone. 

But, quickly, the man was able to grasp it lightly to stop you from moving towards the numbers. You could never admit just how much your skin tingled at the touch. “I’m serious. This shift finishes in twenty minutes, then I can drive us home and I’m all yours. Do whatever you want with me, dove. I can even help out with your stress relief later. Maybe I’ll bend —” 

“Please don’t continue that sentence,” you cut him off easily. Steve always loved to tease you and any eavesdroppers who may be listening in and theorizing if you two were dating or not. The town is full of gossip fiends. “Any louder and people will start to believe you.” 

The younger Harrington chuckled as he got out from behind the counter to stand fully in front of you. He adored to see the way you outwardly pretended you hated the fake moves he would pull. From him putting his arm around your shoulder whilst walking around town, whistling every other time he picked you up from the city bus stop, to intimidating every guy who looked in your direction for too long. However, both of you never knew the other wished for it all to be real. 

“Fine, fine, I’ll be good and stop teasing you,” he chuckled lowly. 

“Thank you,” you smiled to yourself before looking up at Steve with wide eyes. “So will you also be buying garlic knots tonight too?” 

“Yes, as long as you promise to stay awake until the final movie, sleepy girl.” 

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You, in fact, did not stay awake the whole movie night. It wasn’t Tim Curry’s fault either. Normally, it was tradition for you two to end off every evening like this with one musical or something more lighthearted to offset the mood. But the day just exhausted you from every angle, that once you finally got to relax and watch a movie for leisure — you relaxed a little too hard. Adding the components of the cold pizza and Steve putting a blanket on you while continuously keeping a grasp on your knee, you were bound to knock out before the movie ended. Later, it was Steve who woke you up with a whisper in your ear. The sound shocked you at first, and then when you opened your eyes to see the man kneeling in front of you, it did cause a slightly loud gasp to escape your lips. After some groaning on your end about not wanting to intrude, you finally gave in to the invitation Steve gave to let you sleep over tonight. The main contributing factor had to be the fact that the man had a really nice blanket and pillow set that felt like it came from a hotel. 

However, as you both ended off the night in your room, it was Steve who began to groan — although, it was due to pure frustration.

“I don’t have any clean clothes,” your host said as he rummaged through his drawers. 

“How about any sweater and some of those long johns your mother always buys you?” you giggled as you sat on the bed now, reading a book you recently checked out from the library. 

“Or you could always sleep naked, I heard it’s really healthy for you. Plus, I would not mind at — ow,” Steve was on his little sarcastic joke before you threw an old pair of socks at his head. 

“Maybe I should just head home, this feels like such a nuisance to you,” you smiled and whispered shyly. 

Steve really was trying hard to find you something to sleep in. So much so that it caused some sweat to drop on his forehead. But, truly, the man was standing there trying to work up the courage to ask you to put on one of his old swim team sweaters and a cotton pair of shorts he knew would hug your body beautifully. 

Yes, you have slept over before when you were younger. However, those were all planned out with you bringing something from home. Well, there was one emergency where you stayed the night due to a horrific snow storm; but, Mrs. Harrington was there to give you your Christmas present a few weeks early and allow you to sleep in some pyjamas which were covered in cute bunnies. This was the first time you would be here spontaneously alone with Steve — and god, did he feel like all of his prayers were answered. The amount of times he has imagined you laying on his bed, committing the most sinful acts, in various positions and scenarios, could be seen as absolutely perverted. So to have the opportunity to have you on his bed, wearing his clothes, covered in his blanket; it all seemed unfathomable to the man. 

“Here,” Steve exclaimed quickly so that you would actually stay. “Maybe you would be alright with this sweatshirt and some shorts?” 

“This is more than alright. Thank you, Steve,” You skipped off to the washroom to finally get ready for bed and let your friend change into his own pyjamas. 

However, when you got the clothing on, it was so embarrassing to stare into the mirror. Everything fits fine — and on a normal day at home, you would probably wear something similar. But remembering the fact that you would be sleeping next to your best friend was so nerve wracking. It was just a lot shorter than what you would usually wear around him if you did wear a skirt or shorts. You just thanked the heavens that the blanket would be covering your legs so that you didn’t feel as exposed. 

Not that you believed Steve would try anything; not that you didn’t want him to try anything either. But, you were scared of getting so cold and cuddling too close to him like you did last December during the winter storm. Waking up in Steve’s arms caused your heart to flutter so harshly that your heart rate didn’t go down for days. It made you think about how badly you wished you could wake up to his handsome face everyday. Most especially, it made you think about how nicely his leg felt right in between your thighs, and the way it massaged your — 

No. 

This was an innocent sleepover like the thousands that other best friends have had over the years. All you had to do was sleep next to him with a pillow between your bodies and hope you didn’t accidentally roll your way into his arms again. You weren’t sure if you were ready for the heartbreak of knowing that being entwined in each other’s arms would not last forever. 

“Do you want the left or right side of the bed?” Steve called out from the other side of the door, startling you out of your thoughts. 

“Anything is fine,” you replied whilst opening the door. Seeing that Steve was laying in the middle, ready to roll over to whichever side you preferred. The image of him with arms and legs spread out made you giggle. 

“The left side is closer to the lamp if you’d like to read a bit before sleeping,” he said as he shifted over to the ride side of the bed and patted to your new spot. 

“Are you a mind reader or something?” you chuckled between steps.

Steve put the book in the air as you tucked yourself into bed, a nice distance away from him. Once he saw you were comfortable, he placed the book gently in your lap and said: “no, but I could tell your little nap will probably have you staying awake for the next hour or so.” 

“Oh, if the light is gonna bother you then I can turn it off and head to sleep too.” 

The concern in your eyes was absolutely beautiful. As you started up at him with the lamp glowing behind you, you looked like a nymph in the night. And oh how Steve knew he would be the luckiest man alive to sleep next to you. 

“Go ahead, dove. I can sleep through anything,” he whispered lowly whilst rubbing your thigh that was covered by the thick blanket. “What’s it about anyways?” 

You took a deep breath to calm down before speaking. Steve’s touch caused you to feel warm, even more so when he squeezed your thigh every few moments. “Not too sure about the entire plot since I’m only on chapter two. But it’s about a prince and his beast companion. They’ve been best friends for a long time and are going on adventures. This was in the romance section so I’m guessing the best friends fall in love,” you rambled, getting quieter with the last few words. 

What a dream. 

“Is it dirty?” Steve teased as he sunk further underneath the blanket. 

“No, I-I’ve never read a story like that before,” you said sternly. 

“Oh, I believe you,” his voice got deeper and slower with each word, only indicating that he was bound to fall asleep any second. “Have fun reading.” 

They were the last words he said before drifting off to sleep peacefully next to you. Luckily, that meant it was a lot easier to read the rest of the book until you felt your own eyes start closing and the words on the page started to become blurry. 

It was a beautiful story, full of lore and love, a mix of historical fiction and mythology. After reading and watching stories based on the horror genre for a few weeks now, it was nice to have a little bit of a break and just read about love. Your heart started to feel warm and giddy as each page passed — even going as far as quietly giggling when you felt your cheeks feel warm as a result of the prince’s romantic actions throughout the book. You didn’t even notice that you were sinking further and further into the blanket because you were so engrossed in the imaginary world. It didn’t even matter that the angle made your back hurt a little. 

Well, not really. Once you started to feel stiff, you moved into a straighter position. However, you were interrupted by a low and groggy voice. 

“You want to get under here?” Steve asked you through half-lidded eyes and his arm moving to invite you to move even closer into his body. 

Wordlessly, you accepted the offer and went right up to Steve’s body. The book was on his chest while your cheek was at his side. Everything felt so comfortable and domestic — a part of you wished this could last forever. 

But right then, the storyline of the book went on a different path, to say the least. 

You see, the prince got hurt whilst fighting off some evil spirits. He was bleeding everywhere and in so much pain. But the companion, a beautiful wolf-demon, was able to heal his wounds to the point where it wouldn’t be so life threatening. It was so simple, to use a little magic and bandages in hopes of survival, but the author was able to portray it wonderfully. To thank the woman, the prince moved his arms around her to hold her a warm embrace. It was so sweet, just like the position you were in now. However, it took a turn for the romantics. A little too romantic. An activity you definitely were not currently doing with Steve. 

The man kissed her sweetly: from her shoulders, up to her neck, then finally landed on her plump lips. It was beautiful, so serene, accompanied by a drawing of the two in bed with locked lips and legs. Slowly, she started to rock against his leg, adoring the pressure against the place no one had touched before. As she gasped into each kiss, the prince smiled in tandem. Even moving his hips to help the lady feel more pleasure. You wondered how that felt, it was only a slight movement of the hips — there was no way it could feel that good.

But you were so wrong. 

Just as you tried to move positions, Steve moved his leg upwards, moving his thigh right against your heat. It felt so good, to the point where you bit your lip to suppress the whimper that was about to escape your lips. The man next to you, tried to find a better position to sleep in too, moving his legs some more until it found solace as it intertwined with your own legs. 

Fuck, it felt really good. You tried so hard not to move your hips in tandem so that you could amp up the pleasure. So instead, you continued to read, trying to focus on the writing techniques and nothing else. However, you only began noting the things the characters did with one another. How they whispered sweet nothings as they continued their game to see how long it would take the lady to climax. And you noticed the way you felt warm between your legs, a slight throbbing to seal the deal. 

Maybe in another world you would wake up Steve and ask him to let you out of his embrace so that you could excuse yourself to the washroom and down. But not in this one. In this world, you were at peace in his arms. In this world, you really didn’t care about the throbbing ache between your legs because you were extremely sleepy. In this world, you would convince yourself that it would pass. In this world, the sound of both your hearts beating as one was enough of a lullaby to cause even the most stubborn of characters to sleep. Just as you did now, with the book still on Steve’s chest, and your bodies squeezing closer together. 

-:-:-:-:-

Steve was an extremely heavy sleeper when he was with you. Most of the time, you would be awake first during these little sleepovers and do something before he even pried his eyes open and then decided to keep them shut because of the sun seeping through the windows. It wouldn’t surprise Steve to see you reading at your desk or braiding friendship bracelets when you had that arts n’ crafts phase a couple years ago. This time, however, he was the one who awoke in the middle of the night to movement from beside him. Maybe it was due to some level of paranoia he has gained over the past few years regarding a life that he wishes you would never need to experience. It’s funny that you were reading books with monsters the world has nightmares about, while he was one of the people who was facing them. He wishes so badly to protect you from all of it. So when you started moving in your sleep, something you never do, Steve felt his body wake up in an instant. 

His eyes were having trouble fully opening themselves as he could hear faint whimpering sounds coming from you and slight movements near his thigh. It was enough to turn his head to the left to see what was wrong. But nothing was wrong per se. If anything this was right out of a perverted fantasy he has had millions of times before. 

As his eyes finally came into focus at what was in front of him, Steve could only smile and thank the heavens. You were laying in the same position you initially fell asleep in: book held in your hand, it being face down on Steve’s chest on a particular page, while your own face was on the side of his chest. But, the thing that surprised him the most was the grip your thighs had around his own. Slowly, your hips were thrusting back and forth against his leg, humping over and over. Whenever your body hit the perfect spot against your clit, you would mewl against his chest, sending a vibration through his body. Your hard nipples would poke Steve’s stomach once in a while too. 

Good Lord, he was so distracted by the vision of you thrusting against his thigh, that he didn’t realize just how hard he had become. He only noticed it when your leg tensed up and moved towards his crotch, touching the underside and head in the process. 

You were about to become the death of him tonight. 

Curiously, he picked up the book you were reading to put it on the bedside table, when the words jumped out at him. 

“And then the prince lifted the dress of the maiden beast. How scary she was to the eyes of the kingdom, but how beautiful she looked with swollen lips and lust-filled eyes. She was wet, so wet that it seeped through the layers of clothing.”

Just then, Steve looked down to notice how your wetness was doing the same thing. Your arousal had gone past your shorts and went onto the cotton bottoms he was wearing. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.

The man skipped a few paragraphs to see just exactly what the prince and his lady were up to. Words of biting, screaming, thrusting harshly against the wall, even scratches along one another’s backs. It was pornographic, it was beautiful, and Steve was shocked that your virgin eyes read through some of this before falling asleep. 

If only he could recreate it with you. Seeing you moan and move to your lust-filled slumber was more than enough of a dream come true to the man. But this was wrong. So wrong. You both were best friends. He loved you, wished he could be more with you. But he believed that wasn’t worthy of you. You were the princess this whole town adored while he was just a former playboy many people seemed to dislike sometimes. There was a part of him that wanted to see how long it would take for you to come against his leg. However, his guilt took over quickly. 

“Wake up, my dove. It’s getting hot in here.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. The mixture of blankets and his arousal made Steve sweat through his clothes easily. 

“Hm? What?” You rolled more onto his chest, your weight atop his body nicely. It would have been the world’s most comfortable position, one that would start off most of his perverted fantasies about you; however, he had to stop himself from thrusting against your thigh that was now perfectly on top of his hardness. “Feels so nice, Stevie,” you murmured, still half-asleep. 

“Fuck — you really like that, huh?” The man whispered as you looked up at him with glazed eyes. You were still not cognizant that what you were doing was not in a dream. 

“I feel so warm down there, your leg is massaging me nicely,” you moaned whilst humping some more. “Kiss me, please.” 

Every move you were doing, every word you were saying, every whimper that came out of your throat — the man has imagined it all before. You were all of his greatest fantasies come to life. He wished so badly to ravish you on the spot and satiate all of the pent-up pleasure your body needed to release. Your lips were swollen now from all of the biting you’ve been doing to quiet down your moans; but, good god, the man was going to memorize it all for the sake of his future sessions with his right hand. 

Steve really needed to stop this, and fully wake you up as soon as possible. This wasn’t the normal you, you didn’t even realize exactly what you were doing. “Pretty girl, no matter how much I want to continue this, we can’t.” The words fell from his lips painfully. 

“Why not? You don’t feel good?” You whimpered as you reached up and put your arms around Steve’s neck, stopping your hips’ movements all together. 

“Feels so good, baby,” Steve moaned loudly this time as he thrusted against your leg like he imagined a million times before. It wasn't helping that you thought your face closer to his in order to hear his breathy moans easier. The man was so close to leaning forward and kissing your plump lips. “But, this isn’t a dream, and you’re not fully awake. I don’t want you to regret this—”

The man was going to ramble on and continue to comfort you into waking up fully. However, you got the message loud and clear. So much so, that your heart dropped and you gasped. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I’ll move over t-there — ah.” The moan coming out of your mouth was completely involuntary as you lifted your body up and intended on moving down and away from Steve’s figure. 

“Did that feel good?” Steve teased, now that you were both fully cognizant of your sleeping status. 

“I don’t know why I did that, I’m sorry.” If only you could apologize a million times, because you would; your guilty conscience would make sure of it. 

“You probably had some sweet dreams, huh?” 

Just as you were separated from the man, you heard his words and looked over at his figure. Through the dim lighting of the lamp, you could see that he was holding up the novel you were reading before bed, and it was open to the very scene that inspired any of your hormone-induced movements tonight. 

“Oh no,” you whispered. Looking down, there was a wet spot on Steve’s thigh where your heat was pressed against. He was admiring it as if he were memorizing just how it looks. And he was. “This is so embarrassing,” you though out loud

“It’s no big deal, dove. Guys have nudie magazines and a video here and there. I would never judge you for a little novel,” Steve chuckled as he sat up to the headboard to mirror your actions. 

“I didn’t know it was going to be like that in the story,” you whispered. 

“Did you like it?” Your friend was genuinely curious. Throughout your history as friends, you had never even asked him for advice about relationships — this erotic chapter of the novel must have been a shocking first exposure to it all. 

You thought about the question for a few moments. Remembering the emotions and fire you felt in different parts of your body, you could really only tell him the truth. “Y-yeah, I suppose so.”  

“Then don’t feel embarrassed or bad about it,” Steve nudged your shoulder sweetly to make you feel less embarrassed over the situation. “Never thought you were into reading it in front of other people though.”

“Don’t tease,” you pouted, putting your head under the blanket to hide from the embarrassment. 

“I’ll stop, I promise. But, you did give me a wonderful way to wake up,” you could hear him smiling just by the sound of his voice. 

Those words made you slowly peek your way out of the thick blanket to see Steve looming over you with a smirk that teased your soul. The lamp in the room made him glow, while the moon’s beams that were seeping through the blinds made him look like one of the many drawings of the prince in the book you were just reading. It took all the strength within you, not to squeeze your thighs together and satiate the throbbing between them. 

“Let’s never talk about this again,” you whispered, the blanket still covering your mouth. 

“If that’s what you would be comfortable with,” Steve chuckled as he laid back in his spot. 

“Y-yes, I would be.” 

After a moment of awkward silence, you both in regular sleeping positions, Steve wanted to break the ice a bit. “It is a well-written book. Maybe I could borrow it sometime.” 

“You’re so annoying,” you giggled, grabbing a small pillow on the bed and lightly hitting his chest with it.

“Learn anything while reading? You could use me as a practice dummy.” The man laid on his side now, looking at you as he put on a seductive tone. 

“You’re just a dummy, Steve,” you playfully scoffed with a giggle. 

“That was the last one, promise. Sweet dreams, dove.” 

In truth, Steve wanted you to sleep as quickly as possible so that he could make his way to the washroom and get rid of his hard problem. It was hurting now, even as he tried to think about anything else that would possibly subside his arousal. Your movements and moans will never be erased from his mind. Steve’s imagination was running wild with how you actually sounded as you were feeling pleasure. 

No one has ever thanked a book more in the history of mankind. 

“Is that what sex is like?” You whispered into the night, cutting off the man’s thoughts. 

“What do you mean?” Steve replied as he turned to his side to look at you staring up to the ceiling.  

“In the book, they talk about it like it happens so fast and hard,” you said the words with a concerned tone while turning your body towards his to face him. 

“Well, it can be fast and hard if the couple wants it that way. But, taking it slow is nice too,” the man next to you chuckled sweetly. 

You felt dumb asking the question. For years, you have known that Steve was a lot more experienced than you in the department of relations with the opposite sex. There have been countless times where Steve would tell you about any dates that he has gone on, or imply lewd acts he committed with his girlfriend of the week. And all you would do is nod out of pure curiosity. However, this was the first time you outright spoke about sex with him. 

“Right, right, that makes sense. It must feel really nice,” you continued your thoughts. 

“It does. Everything is so warm and wet. The noises too are something you’ll never forget. My hand and imagination does not do it justice sometimes.” Right then, Steve’s mind went through flashbacks of times he has laid in bed with the image of you stuck as his muse. He has imagined the way you would react and moan to things he would do with you. Would you bite your lip whilst looking down between your bodies? Would you whimper in the same way you do when you beg Steve to drive you somewhere and he just had a long day at work? Anything you would do would be erotic, and enough fire for him to reach the happiest of endings. However, by the end, he would pray for the day he could experience the real thing with you.  

“I wonder what it will be like for me,” you giggled, bringing the blanket close to your face again. 

“You got a good idea a few minutes ago,” Steve teased as he looked you up and down. 

All you could do was hit his shoulder then hide your face into it as he leaned back onto the bed. “It did feel really, really nice, Steve. I’m so sorry.” 

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. You liked it, didn’t you?” he said, trying to soothe your embarrassment of it all. As he squeezed his arm around you tighter to have you closer to his chest, Steve realized that your bare thighs had found their way around his again. You looked so beautiful cuddling next to him, tightening your legs slowly. “Then, maybe I can help. You didn’t get to finish, sweet girl.” 

The deepness of Steve’s voice resonated through your entire body as you looked up at him with desperate eyes. His proposal sounded so good. You felt this constant throbbing between your legs that only increased ten-fold every time you and Steve accidentally breathed too close together. As you gripped his chest with your hands, and his thigh with your own — you really craved to continue the pleasure you were feeling moments before. 

“I didn’t even know that I started,” you pouted. 

“Oh, but finishing is one of the best parts,” he teased whilst moving his thigh upwards to massage your cunt slowly. 

“Steve—” you moaned like music to his ears.

Your friend began to move his thigh up and down to stroke your pussy, hitting your clit from the right angle to make you bite your lip in between whimpers. He held your face sweetly, making sure that he could see how every movement affected you. Steve was sure that the image of your pupils getting darker would be engraved in his mind forever. 

“My best friend needs help, and you know I would do anything for you,” he whispered, hovering his lips above yours. 

“More, please.” 

“So polite,” Steve teased, quickening his pace and moving one hand to your breasts. “Doing such a dirty thing and now you’re being so nice.” 

“I feel so — I feel like I need more,” you said quietly as if it were a desperate plea. 

Steve squeezed your right breast sweetly, pinching your hardened nipple through the thick sweater fabric. He noted how you thrusted yourself against his thigh and nearly fell onto his lips as you moaned. 

“Is your body on fire? You feel nice, dove,” he smiled, kissing your cheek to tease you. 

“So good. Kiss me, Steve, please.” You weren’t sure what took over your body in that moment, but you gripped onto his hair and leaned your lips towards his. Yet, he was the one who kissed you first. It was a kiss that made the angels sing above you, one that you both have been imagining for years and years. Hearing all of the stories of girls in school raving about his talents with his mouth and tongue — a part of you could never believe that he would be that amazing.

But, you were wrong, so wrong. 

As he kissed you deeply, poking his tongue through to taste you more, you couldn’t help but whimper loudly into the kiss. Steve adored it, promising himself to try everything he could to hear every variation of your beautiful sounds. Just when he brought a hand down to your back, urging your hips to move forwards on his leg, you swear you were about to see stars. This is what all the magazines were talking about. This is what all the whispered conversations during girl talk were giggling about. This is what the novel you were just reading was writing about when it came to the pleasures of the flesh. You remembered what the lady did in the book, and decided to emulate her actions. Although you were slowing down your kisses, your hand found its way to Steve’s clothed hardness. It was nearly peeking out of the sweatpant elastic by now which made you gasp in surprise. 

“God, what did you learn in that book?” Steve moaned as he felt your delicate hand on him. 

“The characters in the story were really good friends too. She was always tempted to be the one who helped him out when he was really stressed out.” You smiled into the kiss, noticing how teasing him only made you wetter. 

You hand gripped his hardness some more, focusing on the large head that could be felt through the fabric.

“Here I thought that was going to be my job tonight,” Steve’s voice was low now as he kissed you down your neck and moved the hand that was previously on your back, to your front. The shorts you were wearing rode up to tighten upon your cunt. The fabric squeezed your clit, and caused your arousal to get all over the place where your thighs met. 

Steve pushed the fabric to the side, noticing how you didn’t wear panties to sleep, and started to lightly massage your clit. “Oh God,” you moaned into his mouth while arching your back. 

The movement made Steve want to lay you down on your back to have easier access between your legs. Although you whimpered in slight disappointment when you didn’t feel the pressure of his thigh, that all went away when the man teased your wet entrance with his fingers before going up to your clit again. 

“No panties, huh? You’re bound to be the death of me.” 

“I normally don’t wear any to bed if I’m wearing shorts,” you whispered, moving yourself to feel his fingers more against your nub. 

“Is it alright if I take these off?” He barely got the question out before you began to nod. 

Looking at you in all your glory was absolutely mind blowing to Steve. He swears that he felt his cock twitch in excitement when he saw your arousal dripping on his sheets. The light from the lamp made you look like you were glowing, and the man was so tempted to taste what he has been craving for so long. But, he took it slow, circling your clit faster and faster as he leaned down to kiss you deeply. As every moan was swallowed by him, Steve began to thrust himself upon the side of your hip to satiate his arousal. 

The moment he stopped kissing you for a moment, he wordlessly looked you in the eye, teasing your entrance now with his fingers. With a nod and smile through bitten lips, you gave him full permission to fill your hole that has been desperately throbbing around nothingness.  

“Feels so good, Stevie. Keep doing that, please,” you groaned as he fingered you deeper and deeper. 

“Are you close, dove? Are you gonna come? You’re so tight, can barely fit these two fingers,” Steve teased as he kissed your neck to make you moan louder. 

“More — need more.” The grip you had on his hair became tighter as you pushed yourself down on his hand, nearly fucking yourself on his fingers. Feeling so stretched out was a brand new experience. You were never one to masturbate, even when everyone mentioned it was so much fun. Everything from seeing a hot guy at the mall, a rockstar who was shirtless on the cover of a magazine, or the angle of a showerhead accidentally focusing on a sweet spot — none of those experiences ever happened in your life. In truth, nothing ever made you curious enough to even try to see if other things would have a similar effect. But something about this night made you want to experience it all with Steve. 

The man quickened his pace with his fingers, using one hand to thrust into you while the other massaged your clit sweetly. Your moans echoed through the room as you arch your back in ecstasy. The feeling of Steve’s lips on your throat made you want to thrust against his hand harder, but you were too overwhelmed to move your hips in tandem. Instead, you lifted up your shirt and started to squeeze your lonely nipples. 

You aren’t sure what took over — all you knew was that everything felt so good. 

“Fuck, you really do have the most perfect tits,” Steve whispered to himself when he got up from your neck. He felt your movements and thought something was wrong. Instead, he was greeted by the sight of your swollen nipples, eager for some sort of touch. When he saw your fingers squeeze your right nipple, he could not handle it anymore and dove down to suck on them, leaving marks on your smooth skin. 

“Steve, everything you’re doing feels so good,” you moaned. 

“Are you gonna come for me, baby? I know you can do it.” 

And you did. Loudly. Just those words, working in tandem with his fingers and mouth, were more than enough to make you orgasm into oblivion. Steve had two fingers inside of you whilst his thumb was massaging your clit in small circles. You barely had the strength to tell him how good it felt since you were shaking below him in pleasure. All you could do was grasp Steve’s hair as he kissed one nipple of yours to the next. It was your very first orgasm, and you were welcoming it with open arms. 

“So nice —” you whimpered incoherently. 

Steve kissed you, swallowing in your moans of ecstasy. “I’m never gonna get tired of that sound,” he teased as he took out his fingers from inside of you and just massaged your clit as you got down from your high. 

“So much better than reading a book,” you giggled as your body calmed down. 

“Maybe we gotta find you crazier books then,” Steve smiled with you while kissing your soft lips. 

The kiss became deeper as you embraced one another. Your friend found his way on top of you which felt so surreal. Throughout your friendship, you never believed that some of your naughty dreams that you pushed to the side, would ever come true. Steve was having the same thoughts; however, he never pushed those dreams to the side. More likely, he would take care of any hard problem that was in between his legs. But, kissing you only made him throb harder. Especially now that he knows what your pussy felt like on his fingertips, 

“Again — I can take more,” you whispered between kisses. 

“Needy girl, you really want to?” Steve asked, making sure this wasn’t a dream for him now. 

“Mhm, yes, what if we slipped it in?” your hand moved down his body and to the waistband of his pants. Without even stretching the fabric, you looked up at him with sweet eyes. “Would it feel good too? Maybe just the tip?” 

Fuck. 

Steve needed to calm himself down. He was already on the verge of cumming in his pants, watching you orgasm on his sheets. Even now, as the remnants of your arousal covered his fingers, he wondered how it would feel against his hardness. But, Steve couldn’t do that to you now. Especially knowing the fact that it would be your first time. However, the lust that clouded your eyes as you pouted up at him, was convincing him slowly. 

The conflict on Steve’s face was so apparent that you whispered: “oh, we don’t need to—”

“Fuck, I want to,” Steve kissed you sweetly. “Are you sure, baby? Sure that you can take it all?”

“Yes, yes, I promise you that I can,” you smiled up at him and then bit your lips out of a mixture of excitement and nervousness. 

You kissed one another again, not being to stand the time your lips were apart from each other’s. As you did so, Steve brought his hands under your sweater to nearly rip it off of you — leaving you beautifully naked on his plaid sheets. His hands were calling to him, telling him that one day he needed to take a picture of you like this. But, there is going to be another time, surely. Right now, he wanted to satiate your body’s cravings. As you stared up at him and squeezed your thighs together, Steve was truly about to combust. 

“It’s kinda cold,” you giggled as you stared down at your hardened nipples. Then, you sat up slightly to meet his lips again, but not without whispering close to his mouth. “Can I take off your clothes too?” 

With those words, Steve helped you take off his tight shirt and sweatpants. You’ve been teasingly touching it throughout tonight’s escapades; however, seeing his hardness in all its glory, stunned you. It was a lot thicker and longer than you initially believed. In truth, there were countless moments where you had gotten a glimpse of his size. Like the times he invited you to his backyard to swim, and he always seemed to choose tighter swim shorts every week. Or the one time he forgot to bring a towel into the shower so you brought one to him, thinking that he was going to keep the shower curtain atop his body for some modesty; however, when you were on your way out the room, he let go of the plastic curtain a bit too early and you saw a definite outline from the side of your eyes. Every single time, no matter how crazy the situation may be, you felt warm all over your body. This time, however, seeing the way it hung and the precum leaking out of it, you were hypnotized to say the least. 

“One sec, dove,” Steve whispered as he saw that you were about to touch it. You looked to see that he bent his body to reach his nightstand and take out a little clear bottle. 

“What is that?” You asked innocently as you began to stroke him while he wasn’t looking. 

“I-it’s — fuck — it’s lube. We could use a little if you wanted to,” Steve said seriously before bringing a hand to your arousal and massaging your clit sweetly. “Not sure if we will need much,” he teased. 

Steve kissed you again, having you lay down on the bed fully. He thrusted his hardness against your pussy a few times, seeing how you reacted to the feeling. You adored it, mewling every time the head of his cock coincided with your clit. In truth, you both could have been doing this for the rest of the night until you two came; however, you were throbbing around nothing and you craved to feel more stretched out than with Steve’s fingers. 

You broke away from the kiss, eyeing the bottle of lube curiously, before Steve grabbed it and put it in your hands to look at closer. There were times you saw a similar bottle in the drug store and noticed they were next to the condoms and pregnancy tests. You saw that there were big bold letters on the front: ‘for her pleasure,’ which confused you slightly. But, you decided to give it a try anyways — it must be something good, you guessed. 

“Let's use a little, Steve.” 

“Yeah, sure. You want me to put it on?” He asked sweetly as he outstretched his hand. 

“N-no, I wanna try something,” you smiled up at him before putting a dollop of the gel in your right hand. “You’re so big, Stevie. You’re gonna stretch me out so good.” 

Your words were hypnotizing the man above you as you circled your hand over his cock and stroked a few times. And to think that he believed that he was to be taking the lead tonight. 

“F-fuck, dove. Your hands are so soft.” Steve’s moans were making you wetter by the second. You felt your heat throb harshly around nothing, before you moved your hips upwards a little and guided his cock into you. 

Just the tip — you said the words before. 

But, fuck, it felt so nice that you both needed so much more. Steve stayed still above you as he watched the way you move your hips to bounce on his cock from below. Inch by inch, you thrusted yourself upon his lube-covered hardness, causing moans to echo through the room as you got stretched out. 

This was so much better than you both could have ever dreamed of. 

“So hard,” you whispered as you got in the last inch and took all of Steve’s cock in. 

“You’re taking me so well, dove. So fucking wet,” he said as he kissed you and let you get used to the large size. 

“Feels nice.”  

“Tell me if you don’t like it,” Steve whispered as he kissed your lips one last time before moving his mouth down your neck and finally thrusting his hips into you. 

Everything seemed to amplify ten-fold. All of the pleasure, moans, tingling, stretching — it all felt so nice. It was if you two were the only people in the world, with the sky changing from a navy blue to a bright orange. Sweet nothings were whispered into the air as you both wanted to give each other the poetic justice you deserved. 

Steve kissed you every time he heard your moans get louder and louder, wanting to taste your ecstasy. He moved back and forth from kissing your lips, to your neck, to your breasts. It all made you grip his hair tightly no matter where he was focusing on your body. 

“Keep going please, Steve. Everything feels so full,” you screamed incoherently.  

“God, you're throbbing around me. I don’t think I can take it.” The man above you was thrusting into you at an increasingly faster pace, missing the feeling of your warm pussy every time he was even an inch out of you. 

“Steve, I wanna feel you cum,” you whispered before grabbing his hair to have him stop sucking on your nipples in order to look at you. 

He adored how needy you were. “Dirty little mouth, Princess.” 

“Need more — need you to go faster.”

“You know I've been dreaming about this moment time and time again. Who knew all it would take is a dirty novel, isn’t that right?” Steve teased as he reached town and pinched your clit playfully. 

“You’ll never regret driving me to the bookstore from now on,” you giggled in between whimpers.

In truth, you didn’t notice the way you were moving yourself upwards to meet his thrusts. It made Steve bite his lip to stop himself from cumming inside of you prematurely.  “Dove, you're taking me so well — fuck — better than I’ve ever imagined,” he moaned. 

“What have you imagined? What were we doing?” you asked it so innocently, stroking his chest as he continued to thrust into you. 

Where did you learn how to do that? — was what he really wanted to ask. Instead, his mind started to blurt out his fantasies. 

“Sometimes I’d have you like this: fucked out and cock drunk in the middle of the night. Other times it would be me bending you over while you’re studying. Always wearing those tiny skirts with the slit.” 

“For you, I wear it for you. I know the yellow skirt is your favourite, isn’t it?” You teased him now. 

You always noticed the way he would ask you pick things up from the floor, mention that your shoes were untied while he was standing behind you, or the way he would always take off a piece of lint from the back of your skirt — even if you had just used a lint roller on it a few moments before. He loved the way the fabric would sway, and you loved the way he looked at you. It made you feel so warm even on the windiest and coldest of days. 

One thing was for certain, it definitely felt like such a tease in comparison to how your heart and body felt right now.  

“You little minx,” Steve moaned as he thrusted into you faster. 

“Do you think I don’t imagine you ripping my skirt into a million pieces every time you stare at me?” the words fell from your lips breathily while Steve’s pace increased more and more. “You’re not so good at recognizing mirrors in front of you when you’re staring at the back of my tiny skirt, huh?”

“God, you like it when I’m being your perv, naughty girl,” Steve stated.

“Makes me feel nice. Just like this.” 

Just then, Steve made sure that his thrusts and massages on your clit were working in tandem with the way your pussy was throbbing on his cock. He could tell with the way you were arching your back more and closing your eyes, that you were bound to orgasm soon. “You’re so beautiful, dove. So beautiful and taking me so well.”  

“Oh my—” your voice sounded so sweet as you looked up at him with desperation in your eyes. 

“That’s it, let it happen,” Steve grunted, making sure to stop himself from cumming so that he could time it with yours.  

“Faster, please,” you nearly screamed now as everything was hitting you in all the perfect spots. 

Steve took that as his sign to move faster: from his hands to his hips. He loved to see the way you were reaching your climax on his cock — an image he would never get out of his mind for the rest of his life. You were squeezing his hardness tighter and tighter, with your moans getting louder in tandem. And so, Steve angled his cock upwards to try and hit your sweetest spot inside of you. 

And he did. 

Good god, he did. 

“That’s it, that’s my dove.” He chanted over and over as you were shaking beneath him, orgasming harder than you did previously. 

“S-Steve, fuck.” You rarely swear, but to know that he was the one to cause this little word to fall from lips with such grace — it was the final straw for Steve. 

He began to cum inside of you, your pussy milking him with each thrust. All of his arousal was filling you up to the point where it started to spill out and glisten all over your thighs. “So tight,” he whimpered above you. 

For a few moments, you both came down from your highs. With a few thrusts and kisses, you allowed your bodies and heart rates to calm down as one. It was beautiful and so bewitching to experience it all. You weren’t so sure what it would be like now. Being friends for so long meant that you both knew so much about each other. However, now, you two seemed to see a lot of each other too. There was no turning back to what it was before. Not after everything felt so good in this way. 

You both looked into each other’s eyes before kissing sweetly, enveloping each other in one last kiss before breaking apart under the morning sun’s rays. 

“You are so beautiful,” Steve whispered as he moved to lay next to you. 

“So are you,” you smiled while cuddling close to him. 

“Are you alright?” He asked sweetly, kissing your forehead in the process. 

“Yeah, I guess I feel a little sore,” you giggled as you moved your head upwards to feel your lips on his again. 

Steve gasped into the kiss, breaking it apart to get some tissues from his nightstand. “Do you need a bath, some water, or food?” He asked whilst wiping the remnants of his climax away on your thighs. 

“I’m fine, Steve, I promise.” You smiled as he looked at you with the biggest hazel gaze. 

Truthfully, you looked like a goddess glowing next to him with the dawn reflecting on your skin. He wasn’t sure if there were enough words in any dictionary to describe your beauty. Maybe not even from the book you were reading before bed. “How about you sleep for a bit and then when you wake up, I’ll have all your favourite breakfast foods on the kitchen table?” The offer was so tempting coming from Steve’s lips. 

“Hmm, what if I want to help you?” You giggled. You weren’t sure if you wanted to be separate from him for too long. The place in between your thighs was begging for his touch again. “There is a scene in that book where the prince and the lady were eating breakfast and then—”

You stopped speaking when you saw Steve reach behind him to find the novel on his nightstand, before flipping pages in the book to see what you were talking about. “Maybe you should read this story to me another day and I can help you every time you get really excited during a scene,” he winked. 

“Another day?” 

“Yes, for now, we could get started on writing the beginning of our newest story, dove. If you would like to, of course.” Steve whispered the words as he hovered his lips above yours, teasing you with each breath that tickled your skin. 

“I’d really, really love that,” you smiled up at him, bringing your arms around his neck in the process. 

If one thing was for certain after tonight: both of you found comfort and love in each other’s arms — and later on in a few different sections of the book store too. 

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[halfpsychic]

Sleep Deprivation (John Carter x gn!reader)

Summary: John Carter can't sleep.

The prompt was taken from @medwhumpmay (post here), I completely forgot this started already so I'm excited to write some more of the prompts :) Warnings: whump, hurt with slight comfort, mentions of insomnia. WC: 1.3k

Tonight, you share an overnight shift with Carter. Carter hates them and the influx of patients until the early hours of the morning when he is finally able to get some sleep before everyone else wakes up. He’s been running on fumes all day. It’s never good when an emergency room doctor is so tired they can hardly think straight but it’s something you’re expected to do. Sometimes, it’s easier to push through, but like today, you and Carter trade yawns for hours.

Tonight, the ER slows down around one o’clock, typical for a weeknight but early compared to the weekend. A motorcycle crash finishes the bustle of incoming patients. The motorcyclist’s injuries are minor, survivable, and quick to treat. Well, quick to decide on a course of treatment. He’ll still wait for a CT scan and endure the process of stitches and a cast on his left leg. 

Before Carter can walk out of the trauma room, you put an arm out to block his exit. 

“Carter, you need to take a nap,” you tell him. When you look up, you’re greeted with the dark bags under his eyes. 

He shakes his head. “No, I’m fine, I can take another patient.” He tries to push your arm out of the way but you keep it first against the door frame.

“You’re falling asleep mid-patient. Take a nap.”

“I’m fine,” he protests. You know better than to give in to him when he’s in this state.

“There’s barely anyone else here. I can handle it.”

Carter’s shoulders drop because he knows you’re right. There’s no real need for him to still be up. You have the floor covered. 

“...But you’ll come get me if you need me?” Carter asks, not able to give in to the idea of a break so easily.

“I will,” you answer, letting your arm down. “And I’ll come wake you in two or three hours anyway.”

“Two.”

“Three if it’s still slow,” you counter and Carter accepts it with a defeated nod. 

“Exam one is still open, right?”

Carter exits the trauma room and you trail behind him. “Yeah, should be.”

He flicks off the light for the room and crawls onto the bed, you still following him into the room. Seeing Carter like this, so tired and against taking a break, worries you. He’s not always like this. When the roles are reversed and it’s you who refuses to break or can hardly stay awake, Carter is the first person to tell you to take a nap or go home. 

“Need a better blanket?” You ask quietly, wondering if the sheet on the bed will be enough for him.

“No, this is fine,” Carter shakes his head. He settles into the bed, pulling the sheet up to his chest and closing his eyes. Light from outside the room floods in and onto his face.

“Good night,” your lips turn up into a soft smile. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”

He nods and hums in response without opening his eyes. You turn to leave the room and silently pray he gets some sleep so he won’t be as sluggish by the time the morning rush hits. 

As predicted, the next few hours are slow. Only one patient was brought in through the ambulance bay so the rest of your time was taken up with tending to and discharging prior patients, sneaking glances at the closed exam room door, and chatting with Randi at the admit desk. 

It’s nearly five o’clock when you decide to check on Carter. The door creaks open, your hand pressing light weight against it, and Carter’s head turns toward the intrusion.

“Is it time already?” He asks with a raspy voice.

“Yeah, it’s been three hours,” you answer. “Have a good rest?”

Carter sits up in the bed and swings his legs over the edge. “Don’t think I slept at all.”

His statement brings a frown to your face. He looked so tired before, how could he not have slept?

“Really?” You respond, and step into the room, closer to the bed. 

“I didn’t really sleep last night, either.”

That made sense. He had been tired all day, but you chalked it up to the typical exhaustion the job provides. These days, it’s more rare to be well-rested and awake than it is to be tired. 

Carter can see the worry present on your face. The slight crease between your eyebrows, your lips pursed, your fingers fidgeting with each other. “Sometimes I get insomnia,” he explains. “No matter how hard I try or how tired I am, I just can’t sleep.”

“When was the last time it happened?”

“Few months ago.”

“Does something trigger it? Stress, maybe?”

Carter shakes his head. “It comes and goes on its own.”

Close enough to the bed now, you sit down at the foot of it. “You should go home, y’know. For a day or two, until you can sleep again.”

He sighs and buries his face in his hands. “I’ll be fine tomorrow.”

“What if you’re not?”

“I will be,” he groans.

Carter’s attempts to calm your worries are useless. He’s wearing himself so thin you can see right through him. 

“I’ll tell Kerry.”

His head tilts toward you at the threat. You both know Kerry will make him go home and won’t let him come back until he sleeps. He can shake off your insistence but he can’t shake off Kerry. His jaws open for a yawn and his eyelids droop, heavy from the weight of exhaustion. You’re not sure how much longer he can keep them half-open before they close completely.

A shiver runs up Carter’s spine. He’s quiet. He doesn’t have any points to counter with and he’s too tired to think of something else. He just can’t give in– and risk everyone seeing how weak he is.

“C’mon, Carter,” you nudge his shoulder with yours. “I’d kill for a day off to sleep. You can lay on your couch and watch TV all day.”

“I should be able to handle it, though,” he protests with a weak voice.

It’s your turn to sigh. “Handle what? Working impossible hours with insomnia?”

“I can handle being tired.”

“This is different than normal tired.”

He hates that you’re right. On a regular day, blinking long and hard to stay awake, a cup of coffee in hand, his body doesn’t feel weighed down by sandbags hanging from his shoulders and hips. His eyes don’t close and refuse to open again. He can remember names of bones and steps in surgical procedures without help. 

Carter doesn’t want to admit it. He can’t. So, he stays quiet, but the worsening slouch in his posture indicates defeat. 

For a second, as he stands with sleep still pulling his eyes closed, he feels like a kid again. Before Bobby died and his parents grew distant. Staying up late with Bobby on a Saturday night, fighting the urge to let his head fall back against the couch cushion while the TV plays a VHS tape, and his mom gently nudging him awake so he can walk back to his bedroom. He doesn’t want to go and miss out on the fun of watching a movie past his bedtime. 

The bright lights of the ER make him squint. He trudges across to the break room to gather his things, and like earlier, you trail behind him. 

“I’ll drive you home” you offer quietly, standing beside his locker. 

“You’re still on.”

“If you can wait thirty minutes, our relief will be here.”

Another sigh, because he knows you’re right, again. It’s almost time for the next shift to be here and he’s in no condition to get behind the wheel of his Jeep. 

Carter uses the last of his strength to head into the break room. He falls back onto the couch, desperate for the time to pass quickly so he can be comfortable on his own couch, even if sleep doesn’t come for a while.

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[grandline-fics]

Could I request Accidentally saying I love you prompt with Kid? Love your fics 💙

DESCRIPTION: Prompt: Accidentally saying ‘I love you’

WARNINGS:  mutual pining, slight hurt/comfort

CHARACTERS: Kid

WORDS: 1,249

A/N: Thank you for requesting this prompt! I hope you like what I came up with

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Kid flaunts his metal arm and scars like a badge of honour and constant symbol of his power and ability to endure and win. It shows anyone on the Grand Line and all those back towards where he started his journey how far he’d come. How strong he was and only getting stronger and fiercer, deserving of any rising bounty he’s given. He’s one of the Supernovas, the worst generation and he refuses to show weakness. However by refusing to admit his struggles bring a new challenge for the crew. They’re all well equipped to deal with Kid’s usual brusque and aggressive personality because they know when it’s just Kid being Kid or when it’s Kid in pain and hiding it. When he’s in pain? That’s when they’re out of their depth. 

If they dared to confront him or imply he’s struggling with his old wounds he’d either punch them in the face and throw them in the ocean or he’d only get even more aggressive and defensive. Patience isn’t a strong suit in most of the crew, which leaves the task of dealing with Kid to Killer and you. While you were a new addition to the crew, your role as the ship’s doctor had been godsend. When you heard the telltale roar of frustration and slamming of metal against the wall from the workshop you sighed and rose from your spot on the table in the kitchen. Lightly you tapped Killer’s shoulder. “I’ve got him.”

With careful steps you made your way to the workshop and knocked once before sliding the door open. You were able to side step Kid’s boot as it was thrown towards you. Blinking in surprise at the shoe on the floor you slowly looked towards your Captain. Your head tilted slightly and regarded Kid who was taking slow, haggard breaths. With a sigh you scooped the boot off of the ground and stepped into the workshop, closing the door behind you. “What’s the problem, Kid?”

“I’m fine.” Kid growled and his eyes narrowed slightly when a satisfied smirk twitched at your lips. 

“Didn’t ask what was wrong with you. I meant what was wrong in here to make you lash out.” You explained stepping closer and Kid tensed, knowing you’d already caught him. “Is there an issue with you that I should know about?”

“I’m fine.” Kid’s voice emphasised the repeated lie, still not ready to admit he was struggling to cope with the pain in what remained of his arm and through his shoulder. “Am I needed for something?”

“Nope.” You hummed and dropped Kid’s boot down on the floor, just out of arms reach. “Put your boot back on before you get hurt. Make sure to tie the laces.” Kid turned in his seat to glare at you, his eyes untrusting. He hated you coming to him, your methods of getting him to lower his guard. Why couldn’t it have just been Killer? Under his fierce glare you refused to shrink away, as fierce as your Captain was, your concern for him won out over any other emotion you felt. Deliberately you dropped your gaze to the still untouched shoe and returned your challenging stare to Kid. It was clear you weren’t going to leave until he did as you wished. 

Muttering under his breath, Kid stooped down and snatched the boot, pulling it on and tightly grabbing the laces to begin tying them only to jolt when your fingers lightly pressed into the offending shoulder blade. A growl of pain built in Kid’s chest and he managed to choke out the urge to yell and swear at you. “You don’t need to say anything Captain. Saying nothing means you’re not admitting to any weakness you think you have. Just nod when I’m where hurts the most.”

Kid glared down at the ground, caught so easily by you and your keen instinct. With a small sigh he slowly straightened up in his seat and nodded. He ground his teeth together and nodded each time your fingers pinpointed the areas dealing him the worst pain. When your assessment was almost over you lightly tapped his metal arm, an unspoken request for him to remove it. With a click of his teeth Kid used his ability to make his arm drop loudly to the floor. 

Your fingers lightly pressed against the stump and Kid hissed sharply, instinctively pulling away but forced himself to stay in his seat. With a shaky breath he nodded hard and you knew to start there first. Slowly you worked your fingers into the scarred and tense tissue, letting the heat of your hands and precise movements begin to alleviate the source of Kid’s pain. A low groan of relief slipped out of Kid’s mouth and a small, smug hum slipped through yours. Kid’s eye cracked open and he scowled at you. “Gloating doesn’t suit you, Doc.”

“Gloating implies I’m doing something to be proud of. However since I’m not doing something because you insist nothing’s wrong then I can’t be accused of gloating can I?”

“You’re far too smart for your own good you know that?” Kid grumbled, leaning more into your touch as his eyes slipped closed once more. You were also far too good at easing the pain and tension he’d been trying to ignore. Outside of these moments that you treated him, there was always a fun give and take between you both but still refusing to step beyond that line of Captain and crew and into a real conversation of feelings. With every spike of pain that your commanded and controlled out of his body, the more he relaxed and felt his mind calm, pulling him into an almost trancelike state. “Thanks Doc…love you.”

Kid hadn’t realised the words that slipped out until your fingers paused in their movements. For a moment Kid frowned that you’d stopped and blinked as his mind caught up with itself and then he was hit with his statement. His head whipped over to stare at you with widened almost panicked eyes. Your lips were parted and your eyes held their own guarded panic, your expression was almost disbelieving, uncertain that you’d heard him right. “I-I-I mean…”

“Relax Captain…” You broke the tension with a soft smile, trying to keep your voice light and teasing. You took a small step back and lifted your hands. “My hands are magic, too powerful for their own good. Love spell’s over.”

“Heh, yeah…you’ll have to be careful with them. Dangerous.” Kid returned your smile with his own half smirk, lifting his own hand to experimentally press against his stump, finding he could move so much better now and his mood was lifted, apart from the embarrassment gnawing at him. Swallowing hard he made his metal arm lift from the floor and rejoin against his stump. “Thanks again.”

“Anytime.” You smiled, quickly leaning in to press a small kiss against his cheek. “I mean it, anytime.” Kid watched you leave with a softened gaze and quickly turned in his seat to return to his worktable. With every passing day you were on this ship, you were getting faster at making him lower his defences and your gaze was getting sharper at seeing that which he hid so well. With his slip up today, it was only a matter of time before you got a full confession of his feelings out of him. Just not yet though, but soon.

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[veryberryjelly]

I sent a request but forgot to say who for😭, would I be able to request the prompt 27 and/or 28 for theo nott x f!reader? Thank you so much ❤️❤️

theo nott x fem!reader

prompts ; ' legs being held apart by their hands ' + ' nibbling their ear gently '

kinda a pt 2 to this fic x

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✦ 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 !

somehow the best day of your life had stretched out into the longest in the best and worst way possible.

you had spent your entire day surrounded by your closest friends and family, celebrating your union to the man you want to spend the rest of your life with.

but that day was going on for just a smidge too long when all you could think about was taking theo back to your hotel room and celebrating your first night as a married couple.

no one seemed to want to leave. even as 10pm rolled around everyone was still partying pretty hard.

you had sat yourself down a few minutes ago after dancing with your girlfriends and you could only watch in adoration as everyone continued to dance.

and then your eyes locked on theo.

your husband.

the slight smirk on his lips as he approached you set your stomach on fire.

there would never be a day that you didnt feel like this just from the sight of your boy.

when he finally came to stand infront of you, his hand lifted to tilt your chin up slightly.

" how's my wife doing ?" he questioned, a smile lighting up both of your faces.

" i'm doing fine, how's my husband doing ?"

" wishing people would get tired of dancing already "

a laugh bubbled up from both of you.

" i can't take this much longer, teddy. you look too handsome in your suit..." your voice was almost whiny as you looked up at theo. you would think at your wedding you would've gotten to spend some time with him but with so many guests it was hard to get a minute alone.

" c'mon, sweetheart. " he said quietly, his hand dropping from your face to offer it out to you.

you didnt hesitate to take his hand as he lead you out of the hall and into the garden. the fresh air seemed to get rid of every ailment you had previously been feeling.

the slight pinch of your shoes, the minor headache you'd had from your hair and the loud music and the pins in your hair.

theo lead you to the end of the garden, setting his jacket down on a stone plinth before helping you up onto it.

" missed you today, gorgeous " he admitted, one of his hands coming up to brush your hair from your face, the other resting on the fabric of your dress, pulling it up slightly as his hand travelled up your leg.

" missed you too, handsome. thought i'd get to see more of my husband on our wedding day. "

it was nice to know that you had both been feeling the same way today. the most you had seen eachother was during the photos and then at the meal, but since then you'd been overwhelmed by loved ones.

his lips slotted over yours and your arms lifted to wrap around his neck while his other hand dropped to your other leg.

with both of his hands he made quick work of pulling your dress up to the best of his ability, his hands moving to hold your legs apart so he could slot easily between them.

his kisses were soft and passionate, both of you clearly just wanting to bask in each others presence.

as he pulled back, a slight laugh slid over your lips when you saw your lipstick smudged around his mouth.

even with the new band on his finger, it was nice to see a more obvious reminder that this was your man.

you began to trail a line of tinted kisses along his cheek, the feeling of his palms against your thigh spurring you on.

when you reached his ear you dipped your head slightly and bared your teeth, taking his earlobe between them and biting down slightly, eliciting a soft groan from your husband.

he lifted one of his hands from your leg to push lightly against your chest.

" not now, baby. we gotta get through the rest of the night, and then i'm all yours "

while that idea sounded lovely, the rest of the night seemed like it would take forever.

" you sure we can't just make an irish exit ?" you asked causing the smile you fell in love with to bloom across his face.

" we can't make an irish exit at our wedding, but i promise when we get back to the hotel, it will be just me and you until we head to the airport "

oh, the airport. your honeymoon.

the image of lounging on a beach with theo seemed to distract you enough for him to get you off the plinth and lead you back to the party, the smear of your lipstick on his face the only evidence you had ever been gone.

[ghostofskywalker]

Just Feels Right

Din Djarin/Reader

Words: 1,405

Summary: It's Din's first time attending a Life Day Party, and he's struck with an important realization as he watches you from the outskirts of the celebration.

Note: this is my contribution to the @pedrostories 2024 secret santa gift exchange! this is a gift for @pedges-world, and i wanted to lean into the sweet and holiday themed aspects of your prompts. it's not as long as i would have liked it to be because i unfortunately got really sick and am still just starting to get better, but i hope you enjoy :)

Din Djarin Masterlist

Din could tell from the smile on your face that you already had a lot to drink. There was a glass in your hands and you moved through the crowd of people with a fluidity he actually envied, humming along to the music from the band and stopping every once in a while to talk to someone you recognized. He didn’t know how Peli had even gotten a band for this event, though he would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying it a little bit. 

He had never been to a Life Day party before, and when the invitation came in there wasn’t really any desire in his heart to change that. But when the ship starting making some concerning noises two rotations before the party was supposed to take place, Peli essentially threatened that she wouldn’t even look at the issue unless you, him, and Grogu were in attendance at her gathering, and so Din’s plans for a quiet evening were suddenly out the airlock. 

You had found it all entertaining, the way Din shifted uncomfortably on his feet as he was blackmailed into attending. Grogu was smiling in your arms, and eventually he had no choice but to give in. 

If you had asked him a few days ago how he felt about being here, he would have gruffly said that he wished he took the chance on the squeaks and squeals the Razor Crest had been making instead of getting it fixed. But now, after seeing how comfortable and relaxed you were, the ice in his heart was starting to melt just a little (even though he would never willingly admit it). 

By the time you made your way over to him, he could see the expression of pure bliss on your face and it was obvious the way your laugh flowed a little more easily than it usually did. “Having fun?” he asked as you took another sip of the brightly colored drink in your hand. 

Instead of answering, you turned the question back on him. “Are you having fun?”

No, was what he wanted to say. The room was packed with people, the music seemed to be growing louder by the moment, and he was keeping a watchful eye on both you and Grogu (who seemed just as content to exist in Peli’s arms for the entire evening as she was to hold him). “Maybe,” was what he said instead, not wanting to spoil the party for you. 

“We need to get that maybe up to a yes,” you said, grabbing his gloved hand and starting to pull it towards the center of the room. “Come on, let’s dance.” 

Din was a bounty hunter, an expert marksman who had been fighting his way through life from an early age. The reputation he held throughout the galaxy, as well as those of the friends he made along the way meant that he was often held in terrified esteem to people who knew who he was. He didn’t dance. 

But right now, there was a piece of his brain that almost wanted to take you up on the offer, to let loose in a way that he had never been able to before. Maker, he knew this feeling, though he had never experienced it before. Love. 

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” he stuttered, though his body still allowed you to pull him closer to the crowd of people enjoying themselves on the dance floor. 

“Stop being such a stick in the mud,” you said, a bright smile crossing your face. “It’s not that hard.” 

Both you and Din knew deep down that you would likely have a slight hangover the next day, but neither of you said anything. There was something about the music and the atmosphere that made all this less worrying, Din thought. He had never been one to celebrate Life Day, and he wasn’t sure that this would be his preferred method of spending the holiday, but as he watched you smile and laugh, he understood the appeal. 

Thankfully, Peli walked by at that moment, and Grogu reached out towards you. Once the child had been passed over to rest in your arms, you began to smile and laugh with him, the invitation from before long forgotten. Grogu laughed, leaning back to rest his head on your shoulder, and you shared a silent look with Din, both of you knowing what the other was thinking. 

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By the time the three of you were making your way back to the ship, the liquor in your system was starting to wear off. The sound of your yawns filled the air as you walked back with Grogu in your arms, having left the party behind in exchange for the quiet comfort of the ship. 

Once the child was snoozing quietly in his hammock, the two of you sat across from each other in the cockpit, completely quiet at first. And after a few moments, you were the one to break the silence. “So, did you enjoy your first Life Day Party?” 

He paused, taking a few seconds to think before responding. “It was interesting.” 

“Come on, that’s all you have to say?” 

He shrugged. “What? I only went because Peli practically twisted my arm.” 

You playfully rolled your eyes. “So no part of you had any fun back there?” 

Silence. You knew you had gotten him there. Even if he wasn’t throwing his hands up and dancing like no one was watching, you knew his body language well enough to know that he didn’t totally despise being at the party. 

“It wasn't terrible,” he eventually said. “The music was nice.” 

“You should have danced with me,” you said, a smile crossing your face as you hummed a beat or two. “Then you would have had more fun.” 

“Maybe next time,” he said, and for the briefest of moments, he wasn’t simply saying that to move the conversation along. The emotions he had felt as he watched you smile and laugh at the party were once again bubbling to the forefront of his mind, and he was hesitant to admit how much he wanted them to stay. 

“Well, there’s no time like the present, right?” you responded, standing up and holding out your hand. “If you were worried about being seen by anyone before, you don’t have to be, because it’s just you and me now.” 

Din knew that he didn’t have to take your hand. He knew that he could simply change the subject or find another avenue to move things past the offer hanging so prominently in the air, but he didn’t try to make it disappear. There may not have been any music as he took your hand and allowed you to position him so that you were leading the dance, but things still felt like they had happened in perfect rhythm. 

As he swayed with you, Din tried to focus on your smile, and he knew that with every single second that passed, he was falling more in love with it, with you. He tried not to step on your feet, a goal he was (mostly) successful at, and he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to those daydreams and fantasies he had never allowed himself to consider for more than a few moments before. For so long, the way of life he led always meant that he needed to be careful of who he trusted, that he needed to work alone and never stay in one place for too long. But now, as he spent this time dancing with you, he allowed himself to consider what it might be life if the two of you settled down somewhere, if you were parents to Grogu in a more traditional sense. 

As his mind continued to wander, you spoke. “You’re pretty good at this.” 

“You doubted me?” he asked, a soft laugh breaking from his lips. 

Now it was your turn to laugh, a bright, joyful sound that Din immediately decided that he wanted to hear every single day. “No! I was just making an observation.” 

“Of course you were.” 

As you spun around under his hand, Din smiled underneath his helmet. With you, there was no need for a showy declaration of feelings. He might not have ever thought his life would end up like this, but he certainly wasn’t complaining about it.

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[neteyamyawne]

🫀— Another Love

༄ Pairing : Lo'ak x Fem!Na'vi!Reader

༄ Summary : He slowly falls for another and all you can do is see him be happy with her like he was once with you.

༄ Warning : Jealousy, slight one-sided love, falling out of love, emptiness (emotional), sadness, confrontation.

༄ Prompts : Falling out of love.

༄ Word count : 1.2k, proof read.

༄ Note : This is me first time writing for lo'ak so idk much 🥹 I'm improving for him!

༄ Glossary : [Tiyawn] - Love, [Yawne] - beloved.

◦ Angstmas || Masterlist

You saw it, of course you did, anyone who wasn't lo'ak saw it loud and clear…

Your favorite leather armband? Gone, the river stone choker? Gone and nowhere to be found until you saw Tsireya wearing it. The inkling of downfall starting from the smallest of things.

The swimming lessons were always him and her paired up, at first it was you, the one who left her forever home for him to come here, to an unknown clan and living in between unknown people, just for his love… your love..

His eyes were unfocused as you say near the coast with him, though his hand rested on your thigh, his mind was elsewhere, lost in thought, it was like, he was your lo'ak anymore.

“Ma lo'ak… are you okay? You seem distracted” his eyes snapped back at your face, a sheepish smile forming in his face as he squeezed your thigh softly.

“Yeah, yeah I'm good, Tiyawn” he whispered before his eyes trailed back to the shallow waters, where Tsireya taught the metkayina children how to ride the ilus and for a moment you thought if he suggested to go for a walk on the beach for a certain reason.

She looked splendid, everything a female should look like, the small shell at the crown of her head, the neat braids that cascaded down her back in tight curls would easily make anyone fall in love with her and from the way she sat close to him, her hand on his chest during breathing practice and his breath would stutter at her touch Every. Single. Time.

The dots were connecting but you weren't ready to admit it, it was hard to accept the fact that the one you love the most was falling out of love with you “Lo'ak, what's going on?? I know you're hiding something… I know”

He was startled by your confrontation, a look of guilt spreading over his features, though he looked unsurprised by your question, which only meant one thing, he anticipated it.

“I- I… it's nothing, y/n forget about it, it's stupid” he looked away embarrassed, he didn't want to say it, who would when they knew it would break the heart of the person who left everything behind for them.

“It's Tsireya… isn't it?” Your words grabbed his attention so fast it almost snapped his neck, eyes wide in surprise and resentment… not for you though, for himself.

He shakes his head worried about how he would be able to explain about this complicated feeling but if he saw deep enough, the answer was right there… the ocean eyed, metkayina princess.

“Y/n, No, it's- it's not… i mean yeah but-” he was struggling to form words as his eyes darted between you and her as if he was watching a ping-pong match.

But your heart sank deeper with every second of his hesitation, a void yawning open in the middle of your chest as you clearly saw the love on his face but it wasn't for you, as much as it broke your heart, it wasn't for you.

He was miserably failing to explain his side but you saw the yearning in his eyes for her, a bittersweet smile graced your lips and your hands trembled, so you fisted them as you spoke the next words “Go to her, It's okay… Go to her”

The stunned silence on his face was enough for you to break down right then and there, you loved this man with your entire life and this is how it ends? You let go? But it'll only hurt more if you hold on, though…

“Sweetheart- what are you saying…? Go to her? Are you sure?” That's when the tear slid down your cheek and his frown covered his features, knowing that his truth was your end, but what hurt the most is that he asked ‘are you sure?’ he was ready to go, there was no point in holding back.

It felt like you were ripping your heart out of your chest and shredding it into ribbons with your own two hands as you simply hid your pain behind a smile and teary eyes and nodded “yes, Lo'ak, go to her… as you want, you can go to her… i guess your love wasn't as strong as you said it was”

The hesitation and guilt was written all over his face as he saw the tears in your eyes, the hurt in your voice, nothing but regret filled him as he never thought this day would come “I'm so sorry… So damn sorry” he held your hand tightly but there was no warmth in it, his words were like Ash in your mouth, they meant nothing to you now.

“Just go… leave, go away” your eyes averted back to Tsireya who was unaware of the conversation, anger simmered in your chest but it didn’t cover the hurt that caved your chest, the jealousy that raged in your mind but you hid it well.

Lo'ak frowned, the little braids that framed his face falling away from his eyes, getting up from his spot beside you… biting his lip nervously as he knew he fucked up big times “Yawne, I'm really sorry… I hope you understand… I'm-”

But you got up "stop it please! Just go away! I- I don't want to talk, please!" and left, not wanting to hear the reason why you failed to be the one for him, it was all a mistake, a mistake to leave your home for the person who you thought was your everything, a mistake that he would be your love forever, a mistake to ever think he'd never leave you for someone else.

His heart sank as she watched you walk away after the truth was out, he felt terrible, HORRIBLE, for breaking your heart after everything you did for him but he couldn't keep you leading into a ditch after he knew his feelings were lost for you and held onto another and with a defeated sigh he walked towards Tsireya, with a smile, as if nothing happened and he didn't just leave you, the person who left her whole life behind for him, for the girl he met a few months ago.

Even when you walked away from him, sobs leaving your lips silently, you couldn't help but stop and watch from behind a boulder with tears glistening your cheeks as the smile he once gave you shone brighter when he looked at her instead, the look he gave you once now almost glowed with love for her.

Were you not worth it? Did your sacrifice mean nothing to him? Was it that easy for him to forget you and move on? After you spent years loving him? The questions swirled in your mind but there were no answers to justify them as the person you saw your future with left you with just your thoughts in a clan where you don't know anyone and had to live with his family to top it off.

You were foolish to think that he would keep loving you… but were you? Is this what you deserved? To be left alone and broken in a place you don't know anyone, away from your home and family and betrayed by the person you trusted the most? No, but your heart still broke as you say the on golden shores of metkayina but nothing seemed so colorful as it was to you before this happened…

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[youchangedmedestiel]

Suptober 2024 - Prompt: Sigils

This ficlet is called "Except Cas" and you can also find it on AO3 here.

"Dean." Cas starts, sitting back up as he breaks their kiss. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure." Dean says, studying him while he is laid down on the bed with the angel straddling his upper thighs.

"I'd like to change the sigils on your ribs to be able to find you when I want to." Cas admits, without looking at Dean, he focuses on his fingers tracing soft, random patterns on Dean's chest instead.

"What? Like adding an 'except Cas' at the end?" Dean asks jokingly.

"I searched for it and it's more complicated than that. Plus it might hurt so if you don't want to I understand." Cas still can't look at him, while minutes ago he was kissing him hungrily.

"No, no, I'm fine with that. I mean I'm not against you finding me easily, especially in case of emergency." Dean accepts, taking Cas's hand in his, which makes the angel look at him a bit astonished.

"It's useful not only for emergency you know." Cas smiles and Dean thinks this is a slight smirk so he definitely wants to know more.

"For what then?" Dean wonders curiously.

"I - I could hear your longing better." Cas confesses.

"Oh - oooh." Dean realizes. "That can come in handy." Dean jokes.

"Exactly." Cas answers, definitely smirking this time, and his hand slide down along Dean's ribs, on his stomach, to end up on the bulge in his boxer briefs. Cas strokes his length through the fabric and gets a groan from the man under him. “Handy.” Cas whispers against Dean’s lips, while his hand snakes under the fabric and takes him, loosely working with his fist around Dean’s length.

He doesn’t kiss him though, and Dean groans from frustration this time, but not for so long.

Cas takes Dean’s cock out of his boxer briefs and pours some lube in his hands. They work beautifully around it while Cas can’t stop looking at the hunter this time, studying every single one of his reactions. And he smirks again when he feels Dean’s hips trying to chase his hands with difficulty under his weight. So, he wipes one of his hand on the sheets and places it on Dean’s sternum to hold him down.

“Cas.” Dean moans and the angel can feel it resonating under his hand, the other still bobbing Dean’s cock. “Do it now.” Dean suggests between moans.

“Are you sure?” Cas hesitates because he knows this might hurt.

“Do it, Cas!” Dean orders, he is already so close. “Now!” Dean insists. So, Cas does as told. He changes the sigils on Dean’s ribs while still trying to make him fall over the edge.

Dean feels like his whole chest is tingling. It hurts and it's longer than last time because it's more complicated but that hand on his chest filling him with grace mixed with the feeling of Cas's hand working around is cock is too good. With the pain and the pleasure he feels, he reaches his orgasm while Cas’s eyes shine bright above him.

“Are you alright, Dean?” Cas worries, his eyes back to normal, but still with his usual unnatural shade of blue. Dean’s breath is still jerky but it’s slowing down. Cas cleans them both before Dean even realizes he needed to be. Then Cas lies down on the hunter, kissing his forehead. “Answer me, please.” He talks softly.

“Yeah yeah I’m fine. So is it done?” Dean asks, closing his eyes at the angel’s soft touches on his still oversensitive body.

“It is. I can now find you easily when you need me to.” Cas explains, kissing Dean’s lips tenderly.

“Great.” Dean sighs, relaxed.  

“You should do the same for Sammy.” Dean suggests, his eyes still closed. Then he realizes what he just said, when Cas stops kissing and stroking him softly, and opens his eyes widely, “Not the same same. But you know, the sigils thing.”

“I will, Dean.” Cas answers, smiling against his neck, then kisses and bites him there.

“What are you doing?” Dean asks, definitely not against what’s happening.

“I can hear your longing now. I know that you want me to fuck you and I attend to give you what you want.” Cas confesses, against Dean’s chest, licking his nipple on his way down. And Dean bites his lower lip in anticipation. “I love you too.” Cas responds to Dean’s longing and Dean pulls him up to kiss him again.

Thank you @wigglebox for that list of prompts and especially this one, it was really inspiring for me, I do have another idea in my drafts for sigils.

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event v2024

Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: cisfem Character: Marco and Thatch Vibe: SFW Consensual AU: Canon AU Prompt: Forced Proximity Gift Giver: Kaz (Raffle winning request)

Summary: inspired very much by this art.

Content Notes: Safe for work - but barely.

Give your thanks to Raffle Winner @kazieai for deciding to use her raffle prize to have me complete this prompt

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

You gasp and squirm. It’s a tight fit in the crate, and you’re stuck between Marco and Thatch. Your face is practically smushed into Thatch’s broad chest, and your legs are on either side of Marco’s waist.

For the first time since you’ve known both of them, they’re very tense.

“Izou!” Marco bellows. You’ve never heard him bellow. You’ve only rarely heard him yell, and that was just to be heard over the din of the crew. “Open the crate!”

“No.” Izou’s voice is muffled. The crate isn’t air tight, and light is getting in, but most of the illumination is from Marco’s flames. “Don’t bang too hard, the outside’s lined in seastone.”

“Bastard.” Marco grumbles, his voice barely audible to you.

“Two of you know why you’re in there.” You can hear the grin in Izou’s tone, and you already know you’re not getting out of this box. “If you bring the third up to speed, I’ll consider opening the box. Until then,” There’s a slight pause before Izou is nearly bellowing as well.

“Spend a few minutes sympathizing for what the rest of us are going through!”

Marco moves to smack the crate again and the motion presses his thigh into your crotch. You can’t stifle the surprised noise that bubbles up in you, but it’s the pleasure around the edges of it that makes the whole box go still.

“…sorry.” You mutter in the tiniest voice.

“No,” Marco clears his throat, moving very carefully this time. “That was my fault, pretty bird.”

The three of you stay silent for a few long minutes before Thatch nearly weeps.

“I can’t take this.” He admits with a sigh. “I’m dying.”

“Are you claustrophobic?” You question, looking up at him. Thatch looks down at you and stiffens from head to toe. There’s a strained expression on his face, and even in the dim light you can see his face is several shades of red.

“I wish.” His voice cracks and he puts a hand over his eyes.

You tilt your head and hear Marco sigh behind you. “He likes you, yoi.” He clarifies.

“Oi!” Thatch barks.

“So do I.” Marco adds.

You feel the heat rush through you at the realization. You were already losing your mind because Thatch and Marco were, to you, handsome and alluring and completely unobtainable. But now the crate felt much smaller. You could feel Thatch��s heart beating against his chest like a canon, and you were painfully aware of how you were straddling Marco.

Grabbing onto Thatch’s tunic, you bury your face in his uniform. “Me… me too.” You manage to say, your voice almost disappearing into the cloth.

The silence that follows is almost killing you, but Marco doesn’t let it go for long.

“Pretty bird?”

“… Both.” You admit before your grip tightens on Thatch’s uniform and you almost curl in on yourself. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” Thatch’s hands are on your shoulders. He’s not forcing you to move, but he’s trying to get you to look up, or maybe just let up. “Sorry for what?”

You let him lift you, releasing your hold on his clothes and covering your face. It’s suddenly not nearly dim enough inside the crate. “For liking you both.”

“That’s-.” Thatch starts.

“Not a problem.” Marco finishes, the two shifting in the crate until their legs are comfortably crossed over one another and you’re sitting in the small space between them, legs draped over one side, back supported by the other set.

With comforting ease, Marco is holding your left hand, and Thatch is holding your right hand. Each has such a tender hold of it that you could easily pull your arms free. Not that you’d be able to get far, stuck in the crate with the two of them.

“I -.” You start, but you aren’t really sure what to say.

“No need to pick, yoi.” Marco reassures you, lifting your hand to his mouth slowly, watching you carefully before he places a warm kiss against your knuckles.

The tug on your other hand draws your attention to Thatch, who is doing the same thing. “We get along well enough, sugar.” He assures you before kissing your hand.

“But… that’s asking too much, isn’t it?”

Marco and Thatch both grin, and Thatch laughs. “You’re a pirate,” he beams. “Be greedy, girl!”

“And,” Marco’s voice is low, sending a shiver through you before you even turn to see the look on his face. “Seeing as we’re pirates too,” he tugs on your arm, pulling you toward him until you had a hand pressed on his bare chest. “We’ll be just as greedy, yoi.”

Thatch squeezes your hand as Marco captures your lips, and you squeeze back. Marco’s lips are smooth and soft, hot and hungry, and his hand at the back of your head pulls you in closer. He’s true to his word, greedily claiming your mouth until he breaks the kiss and your tongue seems to chase after his for a second.

The sure smile on his face isn’t smug, but there’s certainly confidence there.

Thatch tugs you in his direction, Marco helping you shift as your addled brain is trying to catch up with everything that’s happening.

Thatch tilts your chin up, moving your hand up to his shoulder as he turns his head to the side and leans down. You hold onto Marco’s hand like you had Thatch’s before, fingers twitching against his as Thatch closes the distance between your lips.

His are rougher and drier, but just as heated and hungry. Idly you think you’ll be marveling at the similarities and differences for years to come. Enjoying the rare moments you fluster Marco, and the heated moments when Thatch flusters you both.

Your body aches with curiosity at the idea of having them both. How completely devoured you would feel with two sets of hands against your skin. Two hungry sets of lips. To thick and -

“Look at you,” Thatch murmurs, holding your face up with a finger under your chin. “Already so greedy.”

“I … haven’t said anything,” you nearly sigh the words, surprised to hear the blatant need in your voice.

“No, you’re just pawing at us like you want to strip us.” Marco teases, running a finger down your back, and pulling a shivering gasp from you that has you putting a hand over your mouth to stifle it. You’re not so far lost in your need to have forgotten the crate’s currently out on the middle of the deck.

“A little patience.” He promises you. “Thatch and I will sate that greed once we get out of this crate, pretty bird.”

[ohthewh0rror]

BREATHTAKING.

˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆ ₊˚ prompt — Will a small act of jealousy lead to an accidental confession of feelings?

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

Word Count: 800

You had just made your way out the door of Arithmancy, planning to head straight to the library. Your Arithmancy grade was finally back at an A, thanks to the help of Tom, and you planned to meet him at the library at your usual spot. You weren’t sure how you managed to get Tom to help you with Arithmancy, but you were forever grateful. Without him you would be making an ‘N’, and grades aside, you gained a friend.

At least, you think he considered you a friend too. You doubt he’d ever admit it, but his actions alone told you he was at least fond of you. From the way he waited for you at your spot in the library every monday and wednesday evening, how he willingly partnered himself with you in Potions, and the occasional late night owl asking you about your day.

You managed to make it just outside the library doors when you heard a masculine voice call from behind you, “Y/N! Wait!”. You stopped in your tracks, whipping around to see who had called out to you. You didn’t recognize him at first, but as the boy got closer, it hit you that it was Wardell, the Hufflepuff that was seated next you in DADA. He came to a stop in front of you, slightly out of breath, seemingly having jogged to you in hopes of not losing you in the crowd.

“I know you’re busy, but I wanted to ask you—” Wardell was cut off by the chilling tone of a certain Slytherin making his way to you from the opposite direction, “she’s busy.” The look on Wardell’s face told you he was conflicted, because as much as he needed to speak to you, Tom Riddle was not someone you wanted to cross. Tom and his ‘friends’ were people who could easily make his life hell.

You gave Wardell an apologetic smile as Tom came to stand behind you. You could smell the faint scent of his cologne as his chest brushed against your shoulder, his hand coming up to rest on the small of your back. “Its okay, Tom, what did you need, Wardell?” You asked, taking pity on the boy. You weren’t sure what Wardell saw in Tom’s eyes, but as the boys eyes darted from yours to Tom’s you saw him clam up even more. “Forget it,” he gave a slight shake of his head, “I’ll just see you in class tomorrow.”

You watched Wardell walk back into the dwindling crowd before you turned to face Tom. It only took a second of observing the look on his face, and though you’d never seen the look on Tom himself, it was still a familiar gaze nonetheless.

“You’re jealous,” you said, crossing your arms and staring at him incredulously. The fact that Tom was able to even experience the feeling of jealousy was enough to make you want to laugh.

“And you’re delusional,” he could try to deny what you said, and you might have even believed it 7 months ago, but you knew him better than that. The look in Tom’s eyes told you that if given the chance, that poor boy wouldn’t live to see tomorrow. Giving a small roll of your eyes, you turned and made your way into the library, Tom falling into place right beside you as the two of you made your way towards your usual spot.

You threw your tote on the table, “you know, you could at least try to look a little less murderous when another guy talks to me?”. Tom elected to ignore you as he took his seat opposite of you, laying out his parchment and quill. As you stared at him, waiting for him to speak to you, you watched him set his things on the table. It wasn’t every day you sat and observed Tom, but you were always waiting on the chance to do so. Because, as intimidating as he was, you couldn’t deny that Tom was extremely handsome. Finally, Tom looked at you, his eyes catching yours. The look of anger had since faded from his eyes, “stop staring; it’s rude.”

Your face grew hot with mild embarrassment, “I can’t help but stare at you because you’re just so…” you trailed off. You were trying to salvage your pride, but now you’ve just dug yourself a deeper hole. “So?” He asked, his interest seemed to be piqued as he gave you his undivided attention. You thought about pulling the silent treatment on him like he did to you, but you knew he wouldn’t let you drop it. He would poke and prod until he got the answer out of you.

“Handsome. You’re handsome.” You confessed. You're sure that this was far from the first compliment he got from a girl, but it was still satisfying to see the faintest hint of a blush on his face. He held your gaze for a few seconds longer before looking away, clearing throat, “I don’t have time for this, open to chapter 16.”

You felt a smile tug at your lips, feeling mildly proud of yourself; you actually managed to fluster Tom Riddle.

You deserved a medal, truly.

[x-bluefire-heart-x]

Mistaken Shirt

Okie dokie! So, this was a request from @nickamaro , a short cute piece with Nick Amaro/male reader.

Requests are open if anyone would like to request something, check out my Master list to see what fandoms I write for, and check out of my prompt list if you would like to see something off of there :)

Warnings: None, just a slight sexual undertone at the start and a very brief discussion of a case but there is no detail.

Masterlist

Prompt List

You awoke to kisses trailing up and down your neck, a hand lightly squeezing your hip. You arched your back into his chest humming a whine as the kisses lingered longer, a hint teeth just before they moved to the next patch of skin. You covered the hand on your hip linking your fingers as you tugged on his hand bringing it to your lips to start placing kisses along the palm and up to the tips of his fingers. You heard and felt the rumble in Nick’s chest as he hummed happily at your actions before that hum turned into a groan when you nipped at his fingertips.

“Best start to my morning,” Nick’s sleep heavy voice whispered into your ear before he nipped at it. You rolled over to face him, trailing your own kisses up his neck and along his jawline hands slipping under the shirt he wore scratching at his stomach in a mimicry of what you did last night.

“Oh? I thought how I woke you up for your birthday was the best?” you asked raising an eyebrow as you peppered kisses along his face making him laugh softly, the feel of his stubble against yours brought more memories of last night to the forefront of your mind.

“While I admit that was fantastic, you weren’t in my arms,” Nick pointed out. “And I much prefer waking up with my man in my arms.”

“Softie,” you teased removing your hands from under his shirt to instead wrap around his waist copying his hold on you.

“I try,” Nick smiled softly down at you. But that smile slowly turned cheeky as the hold he had on you tightened.

“Nick, what are yo-” you yelped when Nick pulled you tighter against him before rolling onto his back then continuing to roll until you were beneath him, your legs had fallen open during his little manoeuvre allowing him to wiggle down a little in-between them until he could easily rest his head on your chest.

“Now this is much better,” Nick sighed. You rolled your eyes but brought one hand up to run your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp every few pass throughs, the other hand wrapped around his upper back. “Much.”

“All you had to do was ask, not perform some weird wrestling move,” you muttered. “Child.”

“Maybe but that would have been boring,” Nick said further confirming your statement as he nuzzled his face against your chest. You hadn’t been bothered to put a shirt on, since Nick is a bit like a furnace as well as a cuddle bug.

You softly started to hum as you continued to play with his hair, lightly trailing your fingers up and down his back. The light from the morning sun filtered in through the small gap in the blinds, painting you and Nick in a small glow. You stared at Nick, unable to look away from how he looked in the light. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to be able to hold this beautiful man in your arms, he had caught your eye the moment you joined the squad but you didn’t think that your small crush on sight would grow and build to what it was now. The two of you had decided to keep your relationship hidden from the rest of the squad for now, you would tell them eventually but not before the two of you had a chance to just enjoy your relationship.

“Tesoro, you keep that up and I will fall back to sleep,” Nick murmured placing a kiss on the skin right above your heart. You melted a little at his action and his words, not to mention the slight drowsiness in his voice as he propped his chin on your chest to look at you.

“And that would be a bad thing because?” you asked. “I’m rather enjoying this, my handsome man.”

“That is true, but I don’t wanna just sleep away a day off with you,” Nick complained. “I’d rather be doing something.”

“Okay, well, there’s a few new movies out at the moment, there’s a new exhibit at the art gallery, we could go for a walk in the park,” you started listing things you could do. “We could have brunch first, and then make a decision from there?”

Nick wiggled his way back up so his face was level with yours, he lent his forehead against yours as he contemplated the ideas. You cradled his hips between your legs as your ran your hands up and down his sides, puckering your lips at him. He chuckled leaning closer to kiss your lips, caressing them with his, it was slow and sensual as everything with him tended to be.

“Or maybe, we could just stay in and work on some cardio,” Nick countered between kisses, as he slowly started to grind down on you, his kisses becoming heated as you moaned into his mouth.

“Last night wasn’t enough?” you asked arching up into him your fingers finding their way back under his shirt to scratch lightly down his back.

“I can never get enough of you,” Nick moaned into your ear. You felt heat start to build in your veins but before either of you could do anything else both your phones started ringing. “Oh fuck off.” The two of you groaned in disappointment as you pulled away from each other to answer them. After two very quick conversations, the two of you fell back on the bed besides each other.

“Just once,” you groused as you forced yourself up. “Come on, Finn said it was an emergency and I know Liv told you the same.”

“I know, she did,” Nick agreed. “But I don’t want to go.”

“Oh, my poor man,” you chuckled flicking him gently on the nose before you got up and started picking up clothes to chuck on without really checking them. Nick finally got up to get dressed, chasing you out of his apartment as you both got in your own cars to get to the squad.

--

The other members of the squad all shared a look when the two of you entered, Finn barely containing his grin and amusement forcing Amanda to nudge him and furiously hiss for him to control it. Liv rolled her eyes at her teams antics but even she couldn’t contain the small smile at the sight of the two of you.

You and Nick both missed what was going on behind you, mostly because Nick could barely force his eyes to leave you. Neither of you had noticed but in your haste to get dressed you had managed to pick up Nick’s shirt instead of yours. You had a smaller build than Nick giving the shirt an oversized look to it, not to mention the sleeves hung over your hands a little. Nick thought you looked both adorable and hot, the fire burning in his eyes told you that what you had started that morning would be finished as soon as you could. You were also busy hoping that no-one would notice that it was Nick’s, that they would think you were just trying out a different style.

“So, what is the emergency?” You asked turning around, and breathing a sigh of relief when you didn’t see anything in the faces of your friends that indicated they were aware of anything.

“You guys remember a case a year back that went cold, the perp would climb in through a window and wait for the victim in their closet before attacking them?” Liv started. “We’ve had two new victims come forward, their attacks happened a week apart, latest was last night.”

“It’s been a year do we think the perp moved away and came back?” you asked.

“We’ve checked for other crimes that match in ViCAP, but nothing,” Liv answered. “He could have been in lock up for something else.”

“What do we think is the chance he stopped?” Amanda asked.

“Unlikely,” Finn answered. “We’ve got some canvassing to do and we want to go over the victims statements and compare them to the ones from last year, see if anything has changed.”

“Hence the emergency,” you muttered. Another set of footsteps sounded behind you all as Rafael joined the team looking none to happy, he had yet to look at any of you but Liv and Finn, one hand holding his phone and the other a coffee.

“Let me guess, you need an update?” Liv asked. “DA works faster than 1PP.”

“Yes guessed it,” Rafael nodded.

“Hate to break it to you but so far we have nothing,” Finn told him. Rafael sighed tapping on his phone before he finally looked at the rest of the detectives. His eyes passed over you before they swung back, his brows narrowing down in confusion as he looked up and down.

“We only just started, we’ll have an update for you at the end of the day,” Liv assured him.

“Counsellor, there a problem?” Nick asked as he noticed Rafael had yet to look away from you. He felt a curl of protectiveness in his chest, he took a subtle step in-front of you.

“Couldn’t find your own shirt, Detective?” Rafael asked, a little smirk on his face. “That looks a little big on you.”

“Trying something new with my style,” you answered, nudging Nick out of the way.

“Oh, does that include borrowing Nick’s clothes?” he countered, he turned to the others. “How many times has he come in with something of Nick’s on?”

You felt the stares of the team on you and Nick as the two of you shared a look before Nick sighed rubbing the back of his neck. You heard Finn try and struggle to hide his snort of amusement at Rafael’s question.

“I think we lost count,” Finn laughed unable to hold it in anymore.

“And we hadn’t brought their attention to us knowing either,” Amanda muttered amusement in her tone.

“Oops,” Rafael shrugged not sounding at all bothered by his actions. “I assumed everyone was aware?”

 “Hey! We were subtle,” you complained crossing you arms.

“You really weren’t,” Liv tried to sound apologetic as she broke it you and Nick that everyone knew. “The two of you would look at each other all soft and gooey eyed.”

“Gooey eyed Liv?” Nick finally pipped up raising an eyebrow at Liv’s choice of words. “And why didn’t you say anything?”

“Wasn’t our place,” she answered smiling at the two of you. “But now that it is out in the open you’ll need to fill out some paperwork.”

You hung your head unable to believe that they knew the entire time, and that it took Rafael asking a relatively innocent question to finally break the silence. You felt an arm curl around your waist tugging you into Nick’s side, he placed a quick kiss on your temple before he let you go, you smiled softly up at Nick, bumping his hip with yours in response. Amanda and Liv wanted to coo a little at the cuteness of the action but restrained themselves.

“We were going to mention it eventually,” Nick promised.

“Just keep the lovey dovey stuff to a minimum here and we’re all good,” Finn laughed picking up a folder to hand to Nick. “You’re going to speak with the latest victim with Rollins.”

The two of you shared one last look before Nick followed Rollins out, your eyes followed him until you couldn’t see him anymore. Finn snorted again as he gently hit you on the head with another folder, you rolled your eyes at the man as he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“Such a child,” you muttered.

“Such a lovesick fool,” Finn countered causing you and the other two still in the room to rolled your eyes, but a chuckle left you all the same. You were happy knowing that the team knew and supported your relationship with Nick. You figured that Liv would do everything she could to prevent 1PP from trying to separate the two of you.

[sunnebeam]

before, after, forever.

DRABBLE.

pairing: kim namjoon x reader

warnings: smut (minors do not interact), unprotected sex (bc of the time period but in today's day & age please use protection), knight au, slight mulan au, other warnings are withheld due to possible spoilers

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: ok ngl i'm not quite happy with how this turned out :( which makes me extra sad bc i was so excited to write this plot/trope 🥲 anyways i hope u guys still enjoy this cute lil knight!namjoon drabble. and as always, feedback & reviews are my lifesource <3

The moon is full.

You first notice it as you're approaching the lake, its circled orb reflected on the water's rippled surface. You let the moonlight accompany you as you arrive at the lake farthest from the base to take a much needed bath.

You're sure everyone else is asleep by now, but still, habit makes you look around in caution before taking your clothes off. Your hands are shaky as you take the wrap off your chest but when it finally falls off, you forego covering your breasts with your hands as you hurriedly run to the water.

It's warm.

You thank your lucky stars that the water's warm enough. Quickly, you scrub your body, making sure to get all the dirt because you don't know when you'll be able to sneak away to bathe again.

It's when you're untangling the tie on your hair that you notice movement in the corner of your eye. Panicking, you open your mouth to scream but the culprit promptly steps into view, hands in the air to show no harm, the moonlight shining on his face.

It's Namjoon.

Your breath stops. You debate scrambling to put on your clothes or hiding deeper in the water to hide your secret. He ends up choosing for you instead, walking towards where your clothes are before speaking softly.

"Are you finished?" he asks. "Don't worry if you aren't. Don't rush on my account."

"It's hard not to rush when someone's watching me."

He smiles, dimples showing. "Better me than them," he says, hand picking up your chest wrap.

You freeze. And you're about to come up with an excuse when he just shushes you good-naturedly.

"Don't be scared. I won't tell anyone, I promise."

"How did you find out?" you ask.

He chuckles. "When you've been training as long as I have to look for the missing princess, you have to be able to look at a situation intuitively and spot anything suspicious."

"But why are you helping me? Why are you promising to keep it a secret?"

"I don't know why any woman would pretend to be a man but I can tell you have your reasons." He shrugs, before smiling cheekily at you, adding, "And I can also tell that you're practically in love with me—"

You choke.

"—and I can't have your admiration of me diminishing just because I can't keep a secret now, can I?"

What the—?

"I don't know what to say," you admit, marveling at how he hasn't changed one bit.

"You don't have to say anything. But I do have something to ask you."

You wait. After a few heartbeats, he finally asks.

"Can I join you?"

And that's how you found yourself stark naked in the middle of the lake with your fellow knight, your lips connected like you don't even need air, your hands pleasuring each other under the water.

"Are you ready for me?" he asks, his fingers toying with your clit causing you to moan.

You nod, and without further prompting, he slips inside you easily. And like you knew it would, it feels like home.

Does he know you've been ready for him for a long while? Does he know you've been waiting for this for the longest time? Does he know you've been dreaming of this for the longest nights?

He starts off rough, pressing his lips against your own to compensate for the intensity, but he doesn't need to.

You know he likes it rough. You like it, too, as long as it's with him.

Does he know that you already know he likes it hard and fast? Does he know that you already know what he feels like inside you?

You wrap your legs around his waist and meet his thrusts halfway.

You whimper at the sensations, head falling back in ecstasy. He muffles his groans, mindful of the fact that your companions back at the base might hear the two of you.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Namjoon mutters. "Are you close?"

Without waiting for your answer, he balances your weight on one hand and uses the other to play with your sensitive clit. You whine at the heightened pleasure but also at his action.

His mind might have forgotten, but his body still remembers.

You find yourself nearing your climax at the thought of his body moving and relying on muscle memory to get you off. When you begin creaming around his hard cock, he quickly pulls out to cum as well.

Both your hearts are beating insanely fast, and your breaths are erratic. You both take a moment to calm down, basking in the glow of the moonlight and listening to the peaceful sounds of the night.

You feel a hand on your cheek. Looking up, Namjoon looks blurry and it's only when his thumb brushes your cheek that you realize you're crying.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

Everything, you want to say.

But you can't. So you don't.

Because telling him that you're actually the missing princess will just end up confusing him. Because telling him that you were once star-crossed lovers will just end up hurting him.

Bscause telling him the truth will just end up killing him, literally and figuratively.

And he probably wouldn't even believe you.

After all, the story of an esteemed princess and a lowly knight falling in love, getting caught, and being punished – with the princess banished and the knight wiped of his memories – is certainly not for the faint of heart.

And besides, you aren't pretending to be a knight to trigger his memories. No, you're pretending to be a knight to make sure it never happens.

See, the thing about the royal family's ability to wipe out memories is that it comes with a side effect. If the victims end up recovering their memories, they'll be faced with an even worse fate.

Death.

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[lint-beetle4]

Hey, can you make a cute fic of MK and Macaque where in a nicer timeline, Macaque is the enemy to help train and make MK a hero?

Idk what happened to Monkey King but maybe Macaque had to take his place for some reason?- or Monkey King is comentoring with Macaque

Glitter Bomb (Mentor!Macaque & MK Fluff)

Sorry this is so short! I've been hella swamped with school stuff, and I've been job searching too

“You’re too slow, kid.” MK fell to the ground with a swipe of Macaque’s dark tail.

“You need to use the momentum you have once you land, or you’ll end up off balance and vulnerable.”

MK groaned, lifting himself off the ground with a pointed, frustrated glare at his mentor. “This would be easier if you showed me how to actually use the momentum!”

Macaque shrugged, “My job is to teach you how to survive with those fancy moves Wukong taught you. You ask him to show you, not me.”

“You don’t know how to explain it, do you?” MK pointed at Macaque, “You won’t show me, because you don’t know how.”

Macaque’s eyes gleamed slightly, almost angrily, but the shadow merely sighed, grinning with bared teeth. 

“You already know my teaching style, kiddo.” Macaque chuckled darkly. “Don’t you think Wukong is a better match for this stuff?”

“You can’t do it.” MK sang, teasing the monkey further. “And you’re emb–wah!”

MK was taken down again, a sneaky shadow slipping through MK’s feet with a snicker. Macaque merely smirked as MK glared lightly at his mentor.

“So, that concludes our training for tonight.” Macaque helped MK up, patting him on the back. “Aside from that one thing, you’re improving a lot. Maybe enough to beat her, at least.”

MK’s expression soured slightly, “You mean the Lady Bone Demon?”

Macaque nodded bitterly, crossing his arms with a sigh.

It was a confusing thing to try to explain to the two, how Macaque rose from the dead fuelled by bitterness and resentment. However, his hatred toward Wukong was easily shadowed over the immense fear he had for his life, eager to stay on the bone demon’s good side until his side of bargain was fulfilled.

Gaining that skeleton key seemed to do it, his chains down gone, and the Lady Bone Demon leaving him to devices, seeing the darker simian as obsolete more than anything.

Red Boy–now, Red Son, Macaque had been reminded numerous times–seemed quite eager for that key, but Macaque had no time on his hands. If anything, his nephew was stronger which gave Macaque great pride. Despite his efforts, Red Son was unable to keep up with Macaque’s experience, his anger weaponized against his foes and himself–perhaps when all of this was over, Macaque could visit. He missed his sister.

“I didn’t expect her to let me go so easily,” Macaque admitted quietly, his tail sweeping against the ground idly–nervously. “Remember, this is to our advantage. Wukong and I alone have a slight chance against her, but with you involved, it might change the battlefield more than we expect.”

MK nodded, a fire lit in his eyes, with a grin. “Together, we’ll be able to defeat her.”

“If I know Wukong, he’s currently hunting for a greater weapon.” Macaque chuckled to himself, an almost bitter sound, “I’d guess the Rings of Samadhi, that’s something that the Lady Bone Demon has no chance in conquering.”

“The Rings of Samadhi?” MK asked, prompting an eyebrow raise from the monkey.

“They’re used to contain the Samadhi Fire, a fire that cannot be tamed nor staved. It’s unstoppable and ever consuming, not even the Jade Emperor himself can stop it. It’s the closest thing we have to even our chances with her.”

MK nodded grimly, his eyes flickering with slight understanding. “So, what happens when we get the rings?”

“We perform the ritual to unleash the fire. I’m pretty sure I know where that place is, but we’d have to actually meet up with Wukong to see whatever crazy plan he has.” Macaque shrugged, looking briefly in the distance, a glamored ear twitching slightly. “If I’d guess, we’ll be bringing along that scholar friend of yours, meaning the rest of your group will come with, right?”

“Yeah, of course they would!” MK grinned widely, his chest puffing with pride and trust. “We’ve always worked best together, so I don’t doubt that everyone has what it takes to help us defeat the Lady Bone Demon.”

Macaque shook his head, chuckling. “Well, hopefully they do. We’ll need all the help we can get.”

“I think that’s all for me, kid. You know how it is.” Macaque stepped away slightly, looking around the empty landscape that the two trained in.

MK nodded sadly, looking back at Macaque with a mixture of pity and sorrow. “Afraid she’s still going to use you?”

Macaque only left silence, a shadow portal opening beneath him as he turned to MK with a knowing grin. “See you around, kid.”

“Bye, Macaque.” MK waved to the monkey who slipped through before summoning a cloud to leave himself.

In all honestly, MK didn’t plan to tell his friends, equally afraid of them getting into something MK couldn’t plan through. As much as he wanted to confide in them, this issue was far bigger than he expected, bigger than any of them could expect. MK sighed as he flew through the sky, eyes lowering in his thoughts.

He felt better with a new…semi-ally on his side. And, for what he was worth, Macaque really could be a good teacher at times.

[theoreticalconstruct]

Four or More Bingo 4 - SO2

Title: Losing Track Fandom: Star Ocean 2 OT4: Ashton/Claude/Dias/Noel Set after The Road to Ell. References to sex but no actual sex, despite the prompt. I wouldn't read it at work though. It's easy to lose track of time on Ell.

@fourormore | @polyamships

Staying in Ell was making it harder and harder to keep track of the days. Sure, Ashton could tell the sun was rising and setting, but if you asked him how many days had passed since they'd arrived, he would've had to have guessed. He knew that it had been late summer when they'd gotten back to Expel, and that it wasn't quite winter yet; he could see the leaves starting to change, and could fell a slight chill in the air, but it was hard to really think about it when he was busy fighting all the time.

At least they were having a little bit of time to rest. The four of them had been busy that night, all of them helping to keep watch, even Noel; they were short-handed after a raid on a nearby lair. The people they'd sent had succeeded in clearing out the lair, but many of them had been injured; even with Noel's assistance, most of them were going to have to rest a few more days.

The four of them still had a tent to themselves; it was small and cramped, but at least it gave them a little bit of privacy. Ashton was lying on his stomach, trying to sleep; he kept wondering if Claude was right, and if the four of them being there would've helped keep the other fighters safe. Dias had dismissed the thought quickly, saying that there was no way they could know for sure. Ashton wished he could stop thinking about it that easily.

Even the dragons were asleep, worn out by the fighting earlier that night. They were the ones who usually woke him in the night, and he had to admit he was tempted to show them what it felt like. But in the end, he supposed he was just too nice to do that to them. On purpose, anyway.

Ashton wouldn't have minded the close quarters if only they could've taken off their armor. It just took up so much space, and he wanted to be able to touch his lovers. He was in a mood, for some reason; he wanted to get himself and the other three into one bed, without their armor. The four of them didn't get the chance to share a bed often; they'd probably have to find a room with two large beds and push them together. But... well, he'd learned a lot about sex over the past few months. He knew that Claude was the most physical and could lift him up without even needing to brace him against a wall or anything, and that Dias was largely inexperienced but took instruction well and had the sort of focus that had left Ashton lost for words, and that Noel liked to stroke the dragons' necks to make sure they didn't feel left out and use his magic to make his skin tingle -

But he really shouldn't be thinking of it, he thought. Not when he couldn't even take off his armor. He sighed, shifted a bit so that he would be slightly less uncomfortable, and tried yet again to fall asleep.

It wouldn't be until later that day, when the four of them were out searching for another lair, that he'd realized that had been the morning of his birthday. Maybe that was why it had come to mind.

Ah, well, he thought. It would have to wait until the job was done.

[mad-hunts]

Headcanon Ask Game: Fragrance Prompts

[ Bergamot, Mint, Lemon ]

fragrance prompts.

AHHH, hello, jonathan! thank you so much for the ask :D i really do appreciate you all sending things in like this because it allows me to take about the INSANITY that is barton - /hj (LOL, i'm partially joking here, but he is kind of insane so... you know. i'm also being partially serious jsjsj) but anywhozies, i hope you have drank plenty of water today and also ate plenty of delicious food! now buckle up because i'm about to answer all of your headcanon questions haha.

Bergamot: What gesture of kindness made the biggest impact on them, and why?

OOF — you know what? it took me a hot minute to come up with this one because i feel like, although there have definitely been moments that have changed barton's life... they weren't exactly due to kindness. but then i thought about barton's childhood and how, despite him not having the slightest clue as to who he was at the time, winslow took him in as a kid. and this certainly would fit into the category of a gesture of kindness since, for all extents + purposes, he wasn't obligated to help barton by taking him in whenever he came to his door.

because even though barton was in quite dire straits, he could've easily called the police and just waited with him until they showed up, but winslow could sense that something was definitely wrong + he doesn't have the best relationship with the police himself. so, the next best thing was allowing barton to come into his house and nursing him back to health. but considering that he had nowhere else to go after winslow had done so and he has a rather big soft-spot for kids... he allowed barton to stay there for as long as he needed. + unbeknowst to both of them at first, this would later forge a familial-like bond between the both of them as winslow became a surrogate father to barton.

Mint: What is their sharpest sense, and how does that impact their life?

whenever it comes to barton's sharpest sense, i have to admit, the first thing that came to mind for me upon being asked this was his hearing — so that is what i shall be talking about here. i think i have mentioned this a few times before, but as a kid, barton literally adapted to becoming a light sleeper because of his bio father as he (unfortunately) had reason to be afraid of wesley. and this meant that, as a result, barton's hearing became extra sensitive to picking up sounds that were slight like creaks in the floorboard or whispering.

now, this is something that carried on wayyy into his adulthood + serves as both a blessing as well as a curse. because, yes, as one might be able to imagine — it has gotten barton out of some sticky situations in the past along with the present. but on the downside, he finds himself being quite easy to rouse whenever he's asleep, and so stuff like even his partner getting up in the middle of the night for something harmless like going to the bathroom might wake him up. orrr barton might hear a conversation occur between two people that he wasn't supposed to, and now he has information that he has no idea what to do with.

so, in a nutshell, i'd say that it affects his life both positively as well as negatively. there are certainly some advantages to having a keen sense of hearing whenever you're a part of gotham's underground, as it may or may not allow you to do things like know where to go when escaping from a place... or what-have-you. but yeah!

Lemon: What is something seemingly inconsequential that can put them in a bad mood for the rest of the day?

inconsequential, huh? honestly — though this isn't something that happens too often, having to deal with people who are entitled and/or bossy at his job is something that can really put barton in a sour mood for the rest of the day; even though he knows that, in any job where you're dealing with the public, you can expect to encounter at least a couple of people who aren't so nice every few weeks. but it still manages to like completely tilt his day in a negative direction if that makes any sense. because there are good people out there, but unfortunately, the likelihood of 'bad people' overshadowing the positive interactions you've had during a certain day... it's unfortunately rather high.

a way that barton tries to alleviate this feeling is through basically telling himself he'll get a 'reward' if he makes it through the day without crashing out (JSJSJ), though, which mostly works. mostly. but anyway, i hope you enjoyed reading my responses to all of these questions and that you're having a good start to your friday, my friend!! ❤️

[superwavesmasher]

My Fanon for my Fics - Cye's HC

Soooo here are my Cye head canons. There will probably be a second post because I've got so many.

In my fics, Cye's the youngest. It goes Sage, Rowen, Kento, Ryo and Cye

The boys ages run from 17-19. *shrug* the art style didn't make them look like kids and it always bothered me. Soooo I moved stuff up a bit.

Cye's mother is from the UK and his dad is from Japan. His father is in the navy (or Japanese equivalent) and was shipped around to different places. He meets their mother on his first station in the UK. Then he was moved back to Japan. 10 years later he was asked to move back to the UK which is where Cye was born.

Cye's father dies right after he gets the armor. His mother blames Cye for not being able to save their father even though there was no way he could have known or done anything about it.

Mrs. Mouri runs from being waaaay too helicopter over her precious son to being that toxic helicopter. Where he's gaslit into believing stupid things. (I thank you perfect fanfic writer from early 2000s for these headcanons because I live for them)

One of the main thing she gas lights him on is being weak and that his sister should have found the armor maybe then their father would have been alive.

Sayako is a protective spit fire of a woman who looks like the perfect house wife until she opens her mouth. She's learned the proper way of the Japanese wife but when prompted can just lose it and will beat you for touching her brother. She can also drink anyone under the table. Kento may or may not be terrified of her and she loves it. She was convinced that Kento was going to get her brother's heart and is in shock when it winds up being Rowen.

Sayako doesn't take her mothers crap and will throw it right back into her face.

Out of the 5 armors, Torrent has to regularly be "recharged" and taken to the ocean to retain it's power. If Cye or the armor is away from water too long it can negatively impact his health.

Because of this Cye worries that he's the weakest warrior out of all of them when we know it's not true.

The armor is always trying to push Cye back towards the water even when it's not healthy for him to do so. (big in my POTS universe).

Torrent is the armor that connects the other 8 to each other and holds them together in a bond. Without Cye or Torrent the team would fall apart and could turn evil very easily (actually have a fic written off this). Basically the others have to keep him alive above all else but the ancient forbids Cye knowing about it.

He has the stuffed whale named Suki and it's the size of a large teddy bear and it goes EVERYWHERE when they are spending the night. Kento doesn't blink an eye and just talks to it like he's a real thing.

Cye also has a slight addiction to squishmellows and sea creature stuffed animals. He has a killer whale plush that fills up the entire love seat in his apartment.

He has normal pajamas and slippers but he owns a few one piece shark, killer whale and dolphin pajamas. He'll never admit to it out in public.

Because of his mother and the fact that he couldn't save his father, he feels like he's a disappointment and so he never shows how he truely feels to anyone except Kento at first. He hides when he's hurt and refuses to worry anyone else to the point it gets ridiculous.

He loves baking (just like actual fanon) but can make beautifully decorated pies, loafs, etc.

He loves cooking just as much. He will use recipes and has so many books but also makes his own up and they rarely fail.

He has a sky blue checkered apron with a killer whale on it that he stitched all by himself.

While he doesn't always show it, Cye loves being witness to drama and will sit and nod politely acting as if he's caring but is only taking it in to spill to Sayako later. XD

He's more jealous than he comes across and can be a bit of a brat sometimes. Kento knows this and warns everyone else but no one believes him until they get to NY and Cye basically kicks Runa/Luna down the stairs after she gets too close to Rowen. ("So sad." He looks back not wincing at the crash before smiling innocently, "Anyway, we're going to find Mia and Yuli in Little Tokyo"

He's addicted to tea. He needs it and pouts when he doesn't get it or can't make it.

He loves to host people and have proper tea. He's very knowledgeable about it across the board for the world wide practices as well.

His favorite TV Show is Midsummer Murders and he forces Rowen and Sage to watch it.

He's also a disney fan and loves the movies. (Little Mermaid is his favorite, obviously)

He will nag the hell out of you with anything you are doing. He's the equivalent of a back seat driver x 10000.

I have more but these are off the top of my head XD. @kosmicpowers (tagging because you said you were excited to know more. The other guys are coming soon.)