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madaboutmunson · 1 month ago

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In the Quiet Between Us

For the @strangerthingswritersguild daily prompt: Hugging/Cuddling

Pre-Steddie

Wise cameo from Wayne

W/C: 2710 Ao3 Link

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It wasn’t a big deal for Eddie to be driving around Hawkins late at night. He’d probably be doing it anyway, honestly. But it had been a big deal who the phone call was from.

“Eddie, it’s for you,” Wayne drawled, shoving a piece of toast back in his mouth as he held out the receiver to him and sat back on the sofa on a rare night off.

He frowned in confusion but accepted the call. “Uh, hello?”

“Hey, Eddie,” a hurried voice said, one he didn’t recognise at first, until he added, “Man, I’m sorry for calling so late, but I got in an accident and-”

“Jesus, Steve, are you alright?” he asked, as an unnatural level of worry rose in him.

“Yeah, sorry, should have phrased that differently. Uh, I hit a pothole. My tyre’s messed up, and I kinda unintentionally went off-roading.” Steve laughed lightly, but even Eddie could tell it was forced.

“Just let me know roughly where you are, and I’ll come get you,” Eddie said confidently.

“No, no. It’s cool, but if you could bring me, like, I dunno, a toolkit or some blankets…I can try and fix it, and if not, stay with it until morning,” Steve replied quickly.

“Uh, okay. Sure, man. I’ll be right there.”

“Thanks, Eddie. You’re a lifesaver.”

Steve gave him his rough location and let him know he was at a pay phone a fair walk away, but he should be back at the car in fifteen minutes or so.

After collecting a few blankets and the tools that were currently sporadically decorating his room, he trudged back through their new living room only to be stopped by his Uncle’s voice.

“You going for a DIY sleepover or somethin’?” Wayne chuckled.

“No, it’s Steve. His tyre’s busted.”

“So you’re, what, gonna try to fix it, and if not, camp out?”

“Well, not exactly. Steve wanted the tools and said he’d stay out there if he couldn’t fix it.”

Wayne set down his paper and picked up his cigarette carton, and Eddie knew this was one of those moments where he was gonna have to do some human behavior analysis.

“Steve, the one always haulin’ those kids around? The one who swam and jumped in that hellhole first?” Wayne lit his cigarette, his voice softer now. “That Steve?”

Eddie nodded, waiting for it.

“And he called you. Not any of his other friends, not his folks, not even a towing company. Ain’t that kinda odd?” Wayne asked with a soft kindness.

“Well, his folks aren’t, uh, around much, and his other friends are probably asleep, and maybe all the towing places are closed?” Eddie tried to make sense of it.

“You remember that time you were, what, seven or eight, and you’d been climbing over the fence at your old house? You fell right in front of your pa, but you stayed quiet, went inside, and bawled your eyes out to your mama. Do you remember why?”

Eddie couldn’t remember that far back, honestly, but he knew why. He stared at the floor, Wayne’s words echoing louder than he liked. There’d been something in Steve’s voice. Something familiar. Not the words, but the weight behind them. That aching kind of hope that someone would show up. “Because I knew she’d take care of me and wouldn’t lay into me about it.”

Wayne raised his eyebrows at Eddie, rested his cigarette on the edge of the ashtray, picked up his paper again, and leaned back in his chair.

Glancing back at the phone, he realised with a strange rush that Steve hadn’t called just anyone. He’d called him. Then he threw the blankets on the sofa.

“Wayne, could you-”

“Uh-huh. I’ll set up the other camp bed,” Wayne confirmed from the other side of his paper, and that was all Eddie needed to grab his keys, leap down the stairs, and screech out of the trailer park in Steve’s direction.

He got there way faster than he should have. Luckily for him, no cops were staked out lying in wait.

He saw the BMW just on the side of the road, which meant somehow Steve had managed to get it out of wherever he’d ended up.

“Gotta do everything himself,” Eddie muttered as he hopped out of the van with his toolbox.

“Hey, man!” he called out and saw the silhouette on the hood spin around and its shoulders relax.

“Eddie, thanks for coming out. I really appreciate it,” Steve gushed with gratitude as he stepped into the light.

Eddie took him in. The bright red bump on his forehead, the grazes of brambles on his hands and arms. Untypically, he was pale, his eyes puffy and red-rimmed. Something about the way he stood, shoulders tensed again, like he was bracing for impact, made Eddie’s chest ache. It felt familiar. He rubbed at one arm absently, like the scratches had only just started stinging because someone else had seen them.

Steve clocked it right away, tugging at his sleeves and smoothing his shirt. He rolled his eyes. “Got in a bit of a tangle with nature, that’s all,” he said to the night sky, shifting his weight before he forced a smile and put his hands out for the tools.

Moving past him, Eddie crouched down to set the jack up. The chill of the asphalt seeped through his jeans as he knelt beside the tyre. “Spare in the trunk?”

Steve motioned toward the back of the car. “I can do it myself,” he said, but Eddie stopped him.

“Either go sit in my van or stand out of the road,” It was uttered with an uncommon firmness. One he used when Hellfire were getting to rowdy, but it was not unkind.

His friend’s gaze dropped to the ground, his lips tucked back like he was biting them together, and he stepped forward and back a few times like he was fighting with himself, like a paused VHS. Eventually, he conceded, but not without some muttered self-deprecation.

“Shit, I’m sorry for waking you up, Eddie. I didn’t wanna be a pain in the ass. I just thought you’d be awake and-”

“Steve, that’s almost as big a lie as you saying you didn’t get in an accident. That huge angry lump on your head says otherwise,” Eddie said as he removed the original tyre.

“The car’s fine, though. It’s just the wheel, I think,” Steve defended nervously.

“The car? The car is fine?” Eddie tutted and shook his head. “What about you? Are you fine? Because you don’t look fine, man.”

Steve’s hand followed Eddie’s eyeline. He winced, then forced a smile. “Yeah, of course I am. Just a little bump. Nothing to worry about.”

Eddie huffed a laugh of disbelief as he rolled the new tyre around and started putting it on.

“Don’t worry. It won’t happen again. I-I won’t bother you. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you pissed too,” Steve said with a crack in his voice.

Eddie snapped his head toward him. “You think I’m pissed because you called me?” He narrowed his eyes at his friend. “No. No way, man,” he said, tightening the last of the bolts.

“I’m pissed because I know why you called me out of literally anyone else you could have called, but you’ve stood there and told me lie after lie. Why?”

Steve’s hands went deep into his pockets. “I just, I didn’t want anyone else to think I was a lo…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Forget it.”

Eddie tightened the wheel and lowered the jack in silence, then packed up his tools and threw them in his van. Eddie leaned against the van, hands braced on the cold metal, trying to settle the wild thump in his chest. He could feel Steve’s sorrowful, shocked expression follow him, like the silence between them was another thing that needed fixing. He straightened up, crossed the space between them, and stood in front of him.

Eddie looked Steve right in the eyes, and the guy reached for his wallet, which Eddie batted to the ground before wrapping him up in a tight embrace.

He heard the gasp first, but there was no resistance. Steve’s weight was on him like he’d almost collapsed into him. Like he’d been standing in a posture that wasn’t his for so long, he was relieved to let it go. It was like he had forgotten how to be held and then remembered all at once.

He trembled in his arms, and soon Eddie could feel the dampness on his collar. It wasn’t the crying that got to him. It was the silence. Like Steve didn’t know he was allowed to make noise. That hit Eddie harder than he wanted to admit. It felt strange, holding someone who’d once seemed untouchable. Like seeing the cracks in a statue. Only this wasn’t cold or distant. It was warm and real. Almost like a dam of pain had burst.

Daringly, Eddie put a hand to the back of Steve’s head and stroked his hair like his mama did for him. “You’re okay, sweetheart. I got you.”

The pet name choice surprised him. Sweetheart. It wasn’t unheard of for Eddie to use them, though they were normally reserved for people who annoyed him or inanimate objects he cared about. He couldn’t recall ever saying it like this before. But it felt right. Like something his mama would’ve said when the world was too big. When his heart was too open. A verbal balm to freshly opened wounds.

Eddie felt his T-shirt tighten around him as two fists grabbed hold of the fabric at his back. They stayed like that for a while until Steve’s grip relaxed and the shaking slowed.

“Listen, I got a makeshift tow situation I can rig up to get you home, okay? But honestly, maybe you should come back to mine, huh? It’s no mansion, but we got beers, snacks, smokes, a warm place to sleep, and no one is gonna give a shit about anything except how you’re doing. What’d ya say? Wanna spend the night at Trailer Park Towers?”

He felt Steve laugh and sniffle against his neck and finally nod.

“Okay, go get in the van. I’ll sort this out.”

Steve raised his head slowly, eyes flicking up like he wasn’t sure he had the right to look. “Thanks,” he managed before wiping his eyes and swallowing hard.

“Go on, get,” Eddie smiled and waved him toward the van, rewarded by a crooked smile, before Steve headed to the passenger seat.

Two bungee cords, a prayer, and the world’s jankiest length of rope. That was Eddie’s brilliant tow strategy. He rigged a rope between the van and the BMW. Barely street-legal, but it was good enough to limp home. A few times, Eddie had to slow right down for fear of losing the Beemer to the elements of Hawkins.

But to his surprise, he was completely alone in his worry. Steve was sound asleep under his leather jacket, curled up in the passenger seat.

A few times, Eddie woke him up on purpose just to make sure he was okay because of the head bump.

They got back to the trailer park, and Eddie sorted out the BMW before opening the passenger door to help Steve out and welcomed him inside.

Wayne had set up two camp beds in the lounge with blankets and pillows, the heater already blazing away.

“Made you boys some cocoa. It’s on the stove. I’m gonna head to bed. Nice to see ya, Steve. Make yourself at home, son.” Wayne smiled at them, and Eddie watched the surprise on Steve’s face melt into a smile.

“Thank you, Mr. Munson. I really appreciate it.”

“No bother. Rest up. First aid kit’s in the bathroom,” Wayne said before heading into Eddie’s room to sleep.

Eddie showed Steve where the bathroom was so he could get cleaned up and even gave him some of his clothes to wear, which were a little tight, but pajamas and T-shirts were pretty forgiving.

Eddie sat on the edge of the bathtub and helped treat the scratches on Steve’s arms and the bump on his head.

“I can’t thank you enough, Eddie. This was really kind of you. You know Robin and Nancy or Jonathan or the kids would help if they could.”

“I know,” Eddie nodded. “You just needed a different kind of help. And your folks are out of town, right?”

Steve hesitated, then nodded. Hesitated again and shook his head. “No, I just… It’s like I told you. It would have confirmed all my dad’s opinions of me.”

It made Eddie take pause and look up at Steve. He knew anyone was capable of being an ass, but he thought rich people were nice to their own at least, especially their kids, right?

“Shit, dude. That sucks. I didn’t realise.”

“That’s okay. Only Robin knows what it’s like sometimes, but I don’t like to burden anyone with it if I can help it. They’ll just think I’m whining when I should be grateful,” Steve said quietly, his eyes not moving from Eddie’s hands bandaging his forearms.

“Clearly money doesn’t stop parents being assholes,” Eddie comiserated and held his tongue for a second before blurting out what was on his mind.

“He’s wrong, you know. You’re not a, uh, you’re not a loser. It’s fucked up what everyone has been through, and having no support system at home gives you nowhere to turn. My best friend left for college a while back, and everyone else in my friend group is younger than me, too. So I get it can be difficult to confide in them. Not because they aren’t amazing little shits, but because I feel like I should be helping them, not the other way around,” Eddie rambled, and quickly stopped before he said too much. “What I’m trying to say is, I get it. And I get why you called me. You can call me anytime, okay? Well, apart from Friday nights, because that’s-”

“Hellfire Club,” Steve answered with a fond smile. “I’m the chauffeur, remember?”

“Right, right,” Eddie laughed. “Nothing saying you can’t hang out with us, though. I just meant I won’t be home to call, that’s all.”

Steve looked up, examining Eddie’s face.

“When you’re not on a date or at work or with Robin. I know you’ve got a pretty packed schedule. Mr. Popular,” Eddie smirked nervously, pinning the bandage in place.

“I’m, uh, I’m not as busy as you think. And a lot of those dates are a waste of time, energy, and money. Would be much better to spend some time with someone, uh, some people, I mean, that liked having me around to talk to,” Steve suggested quietly.

“I can’t promise too much chatter during D&D or band practice, but I think that would be cool, yeah.” Eddie couldn’t help smiling and raised his eyes to Steve’s.

Something in the eyes looking back at him made his stomach plummet like he was on a rollercoaster.

“Well, you’re all done. Let’s get that cocoa and head to bed, huh?” Eddie said, getting up to leave the bathroom and tidying away the first aid kit.

“Hey, Eddie?”

“Yeah?” he managed, before two muscular arms wrapped around him and held him tighter than he could remember anyone hugging him before.

“Thank you. I’m here for you too,” Steve said, muffled in his hair, and how Eddie didn’t melt directly onto the trailer floor, he wasn’t sure. By some miracle, he held it together, recognised another soul in need, and got back to the plan. Cocoa. Bed.

They sat and talked about movies, TV, and some of the people from school, safe, common ground, until Steve’s blinking slowed, and they headed to their parallel camp beds.

“Night, Steve. If you need anything, just wake me up,” Eddie said, happily snuggling down under his blankets, looking at the back of Steve’s head.

“Night, Eddie. Thanks for coming to my rescue. You give really good hugs,” Steve said with a yawn, leaving Eddie to drift off to sleep with a happy, warm glow in his heart.

#stwgdailyprompt #Steddie #pre steddie #steddie fluff #Steddie friendship #eddie munson #stranger things #eddiemunson #steve harrington #eddie stranger things #fanfiction #madaboutmunson #steve x eddie #madabountmunson mini fic

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cheemscakecat · 1 year ago

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Fun/Interesting details in Expiration Date

Heavy knows that Pauling is calling them, and lets Scout be the one to answer. Also, road safety because he’s not distracted driving.

Medic is so hyped about tumor bread.

Hoovy smelling the sandwich and deciding it’s safe to eat [or that it doesn’t matter at this point].

Pyro standing like that. He don’t know what’s going on, but he’ll still be polite. Also, Sniper just chillin in the back with a poker face the whole time.

Medic smiles at Soldier as they walk past. Engineer’s got that Conhager death-cheating focus at the moment.

Spy’s eyes widen angrily when he realizes it’s Scout at the door and then he smirks like; “Oh hi! Twelve hours was enough time for you to get bored of my absence, then?”, not expecting a sincere apology [maybe one orchestrated by the other teammates, but not Scout].

There was some vitriol behind that “***”, look at his nose. He does not want Scout to gloat, try to prank him again, or give a fake apology. And that’s valid, since the team dying is something Scout should have taken seriously, and the last wishes handled with respect. He crossed a line that Spy doesn’t take lightly.

Dad, I threwed up. But in all seriousness, that’s the “My family is dysfunctional, and I don’t know how to be emotionally honest with people” posture.

See my bucket scene analysis for more on these two.

He didn’t say “You’re terrible with girls” in a snide or smug tone, he said it with like actual parental concern. “Scout, no you have three days! Do you want to die rejected or die before you can enjoy being together? No. Don’t do this to yourself.”

Look at that cup, he did not need a refill. This fake smirk and disinterest is Spy’s way of checking how serious Scout is about this last wish and taking his advice. And when he goes “This never leaves this room” Spy perks up.

Medic was taking a sample of bread tumor puss [or injecting it with something].

They have a whole entire wrestling ring, how did I never notice that?

This is one of those multiple choice questions where you can choose more than one answer and have it be right. But the chicken in combination with the other options looses you points, and just taking the chicken is like the token wrong answer.

Spy sighs when he realizes Scout chose just the chicken. Like chile, I gave you multiple options and you still went with your go-to that doesn’t work!

This room has a gym floor, which implies Spy took a bunch of fancy stuff from one of his rooms just for this date training. Also shoutout to the other teammates for helping with this.

Okay, so most of these decorations came from Pyro, who Scout is terrified of. Archimedes came from Medic, who Scout also doesn’t want to make angry, and the grass cutouts are potentially part of the base camouflage. But that disco ball? That belongs to Scout, he just doesn't want anyone to know he’s real into that. [The team would not judge, but his brothers would, so.]

Man when he gets his heart broken, I hope he finds the right girl for him. He deserves better than Pauling always making excuses to turn him down instead of telling him like it is.

Foreshadowing Solly being romantical towards Zhanna. Look at this content man.

Spy holding his knife like this. There’s no reason for it to be a threat, so he’s just genuinely in the habit of doing this while listening. Or while nervous, which also makes sense.

#tf2 #dadspy #character analysis #expiration date #tf2 scout #tf2 spy

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violettaskies · 2 years ago

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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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himegureisu · 9 months ago

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Spill

Summary: Your new neighbor bumps and spills coffee onto you on your way to work.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

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“I’m sorry,”

This attractive older man’s first words ever to you since your move to the complex was an apology.

Your white blouse and his shirt were soaked and stained brown from the homemade iced coffee in your hands moments ago. His pocket square is incapable of much absorption to do anything.

“I’m so sorry,” his deep voice a distraction from the damp clothes, “I can pay for the laundry,”

“If we’re both going to be late today, why not make the most of it?” you suggested, as he was about to object, “I can tell you don’t get much time to yourself from the way your tie is so uptight,”

His lips turned up a bit at the jab and faintly laughed.

“Okay, so, what’s the plan?”

“If you can give me a ride to the nearest specialty coffee shop and tell me what has you distracted, I can forgive your transgressions,”

“That’s quite a tall order, Miss?” he inquired, as you introduced yourself, and did likewise, “Aaron Hotchner, Behavioral Analysis Unit, FBI. You can call me Aaron,”

“Okay, that enough tells me that you desperately need to go and probably save a life,” you ushered him on his way, “I’ll be fine,”

“No, I insist. I…” he paused, “To my team, my definition of early is too early and their early is on time. I’ll actually be on time for once,”

“Okay then, Aaron,” you returned by your door, “Where’s our rendezvous point?”

“Just meet me out front,”

“Okay, just don’t bump into anyone else anymore,”

He smiled.

Your cheeks briefly burned at the sight of his dimples before he walked away. In ten minutes, both of you were seated in his car, in fresh clothes, on your way to the specialty coffee store you texted ahead.

“Are you sure it’s okay for us to detour?” you asked.

If he's from the FBI then they do important work and you don’t want to hinder that.

“I promise it’s okay,” he assured, turning a corner closer to the store, “It also keeps them on their toes. By now, they’d be betting on why I’m not there yet and their ideas can get crazy,”

“This is my stop,” you observed the bright lights and slow activities, “Let me know when you get back?”

“I never did tell you what distracted me about work,” he turned, in realization, and you smiled, “But I did distract you from it,”

“Can you wait for one last moment?” you asked. He conceded, to savor being late for once, and came back drink at hand, “For you. I know how coffee in government offices tastes,”

“They leave much to be desired.” he acknowledged, and taken with a smile, “Thank you,”

“Thank you for driving me here,” you kissed his cheek, as he stiffened for a second, “Now go save a life, g-man,”

In the bullpen, they’d briefed the team of the situation, and then his thoughts wandered on how he’d ever contact you when you never left your number. He could knock on your door but the case would take days and asking Garcia was a death sentence in itself. However, when the sticker on his coffee cup peeled there was a printed note that he hadn’t seen before.

From the moment I saw your suit, I knew you take black coffee but maybe we can change it up sometimes. Just hit me up when you get back.

Your number attached, but he wasn’t going to wait. From the other side of the city, your phone rings.

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whatudowhennooneseesyou · 4 months ago

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Hi! I was wondering if you could possibly do Park Seonghwa as your late bloomer bf please?

𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝: 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

Disclaimer: This analysis is based on traditional astrology and therefore unconfirmed, think about it, write about it, be delulu but don't take it seriously. Does contain smut so 18+

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It's also probably different than what you were expecting so DON'T come for me, this is just my opinion!!!

This is painful for me to write as Seonghwa is in my bias line but I gotta keep it real here, no putting idols on a pedestal on this blog.

This analysis is more difficult for me to write than the others b/c Seonghwa's natal chart reveals he has a rather *complicated* experience and view of romantic relationships.

His Cancer Moon/Aquarius Venus/Aries Mars/5th House Scorpio all have polarising values which clash against each other and can lead to Seonghwa being quite *messy* in relationships b/c his sexual and physical needs are very different to his emotional and romantic needs.

He has a high drive and can happily have copious amounts of sex with random people b/c he has the ability to detach emotionally and focus on the physical/biological pleasure of it.

That's why out of all the members, he is (imo) the biggest fuckboi in the group b/c he can participate in hook-up culture and be content with it, he might even prefer it if he's going through a bad stage in his life as he does lean on sex as a coping mechanism with his 8th House Venus.

BUT!!!

The constant hook-ups and meaningless sex doesn't satisfy him for long b/c it's not nurturing the emotional/romantic needs of his Cancer Moon/8th House Venus who does yearn for a exclusive, soul-tethering relationship. He wants a partner to give him the same level of love and care he gives to everyone else.

I think it's likely because he's a guy in his 20s that he goes through the painful cycle of abstaining whilst he waits for 'the one', becoming impatient, horny and lonely, pursues casual hook-ups and is happy for awhile, then leaves feeling empty and hollow, goes back to abstaining and then it repeats all over again.

If you are a late bloomer and are happy for Seonghwa to be your first 'serious' boyfriend, you'll have to accept that he:

a) Has A LOT (probably higher than average) of experience AND with many people and is knowing that about him going to affect your self-esteem? (particularly, your self-esteem and confidence during sex and physical intimacy)

b) Has a lot of emotional baggage from his past experiences that could be overwhelming to witness and handle b/c you're navigating your first serious relationship which is already a lot to experience emotionally.

Now, moving on a more positive level. Seonghwa has an Aquarius Venus which embodies the 'friends to lovers' trope for their love life so for Seonghwa to desire a romantic attraction towards you, you probably have been friends with him for a LONG time and he feels safe enough in revealing his feelings and background to you before he even contemplates looking for more.

This makes the relationship begin more smoothly b/c ideally, you would have told him you are a late bloomer before you become a couple and he would accept it, even be proud that he's your first boyfriend b/c it's something that ties him to you.

Even if the relationship ends, he will be in your heart permanently b/c he's your first and that gets his heart soaring, his eyes glistening, maybe even slightly turned on b/c it means he's claimed a piece of you in some way.

Yes, he's an Aquarius Venus but it is in the 8th House nonetheless so there's a strong Pluto influence in the way he loves and desires you.

He is an Aries stellium so he does bottle up all of his emotions and I feel he'd pine for awhile before he makes a decision, weighing up between whether sabotaging the friendship is worth it for something more.

I'll be honest and say the 'fwb to exclusive' pipeline is very Seonghwa coded in my mind, if I wasn't trying to be romantic here I'd say if you revealed you were a virgin to Seonghwa, he'd offer to be your first and give you the safest, most caring experience of your life and then you'd regularly have sex so he can 'teach and show you' the dynamics of it and then you both get too emotionally invested and end up together (very much like my Arrangement fic, *wink wink*).

And I say this b/c of his 5th House in Scorpio which means sexual compatibility is VERY important for him in a long-term relationship, it's the final seal before he chooses to be exclusive and monogamous to you.

But back to being romantic, he has a Cancer Moon which gives him and incredible amount of empathy and care and so I imagine him not being formal or official when he asks you out but revealing his feelings impulsively if you emotionally trigger him somehow.

For example, you were hanging out with him and you were crying or expressing your insecurities about never experiencing love, saying something like 'I just don't know if anyone will ever love me' or 'I don't think i'll ever experience that type of love, it's just not in the cards for me' etc.

I can totally imagine him being close to you with his soft, expressive eyes, clutching your hands and responding with something like 'That's not true, I'm done with hiding, I can give you this, I don't care what happens, I want to give you this'.

Not much would change once it's official, there would still be that element of friendship with Seonghwa taking you out on regular dates such as the movies, outdoors, anything involving food and of course, playing Lego.

But the tiniest seeds of intimacy would begin to grow, quality time is a strong love language for Seonghwa so he would build up the intimacy by being subtle at first, sitting knee to knee instead of separate, hand on your back as he passes you, lingering touches as he finishes hugging you- all those small but personal touches to let you know there is more between you now, that you are not 'just friends' anymore.

A huge challenge for Seonghwa would be taking it slow, waiting and holding back in terms of sex and physical intimacy b/c he's impatient and chooses to deep-dive (haha, get it?) into all of his relationships.

His flow and pacing with you could be back and forth b/c men with Aries Mars in general are not known to be gentle lovers, they prefer it fast and rough BUT he is lunar-ruled so your emotions and well-being will come first with Seonghwa and an example of this manifesting is like...

You're in his bed, making out and Seonghwa starts out gentle with light kisses and soft hands down your sides but as time goes by, he becomes more worked up, his mouth speeding up in a way that leaves you breathless and his fingers instinctively grip against your skin which causes you to wince, which checks him back to reality so he murmurs a quiet 'sorry' before slowing down and kissing you softly again.

Whilst I do believe Seonghwa would prefer experienced and 'sensual' partners, there is one type of 'inexperienced' partner he would LOVE being with and that's-

Inexperienced. Open-minded. Eager to please.

Aries in general (ie me) but ppl with Aries Mars particularly get off on BEING desired, Seonghwa has to feel like you desire him as much as he does you, that you can feel it in the tips of your fingers and all the way down to your toes, that it warms your cheeks, turns you inside out and breathless for him.

And with his Cancer Moon, it would get him hard, needy and downright BAD for you if you were inexperienced and eager to please but also slightly helpless.

Seonghwa may be a switch but he is VERY dom-leaning, like prefers to be in control 90% of the time for he is a perfectionist.

(which is why it irritates me that bottom!seonghwa is the most popular tag on matz fanfics b/c it would be the other way around, hj is way more switch-oriented than seonghwa is- you seen hj around seonghwa? man folds like laundry)

Imagine Seonghwa helping put your shoe on after a quiet dinner date and it's late at night and few people around, he's a legs (and boobs) man so the act itself is making his head fuzzy and pants tight as he stands back up and pulls you into a random alleyway, pushes you against the wall and kisses you feverishly, grinding against you.

He pulls away and stares down at you, lips slightly bruised and eyes blown out with desire, you're pulling him in and running your hands down your chest, Seonghwa knows you want this but he can see the slight trepidation in your movements, a tiniest hint of hesitation and unsurety b/c it's your first time making out spontaneously in a public place (Seonghwa is a bit of exhibitionist) and you want this but are unsure of HOW to move forward and it stroke's Seonghwa in all the right places.

It strokes Seonghwa emotionally in his need to protect and shield you but also strokes him carnally in his need to claim and corrupt you.

'Oh precious, look at you, you're becoming so naughty for me now aren't you? Don't worry, I'll cover you so no one can see us, just want to make you feel good'

And finally, I feel like having Seonghwa as your first serious boyfriend would help you grow more confident in expressing your boundaries and needs. Seonghwa is emotionally sensitive and he does require a lot of reassurance and validation, even moreso b/c being your first is just as nerve-wracking for him as it is for you.

I think if Seonghwa got carried away during sex and he got too rough and afterwards you were crying and he thought you were in pain and you didn't reassure him that you were okay, he would help settle you down and then lock himself in the bathroom and bawl his eyes out from how guilty he'd feel over hurting you- even accidentally.

So while I don't think Seonghwa is the best preference for a late bloomer boyfriend, I think the relationship he would give you would be a self-empowering one, I feel his love would help you embrace and love yourself more.

Which is accurate b/c Seonghwa always mentions how much he wants his 'little stars' to embrace and love themselves.

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This took me three hours to write so pls reblog, comment and send me your thoughts! I'm very curious b/c I know this is probably not the standard opinion most were expecting (Seonghwa does hide a lot).

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pondanimal · 5 months ago

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hi im sick and the fever is cooking my braincells so here's some insane mclennon analysis from the infirmed:

they're doomed yaoi to me because their natures made it impossible for them to be together. paul's number 1 driving force is his pursuit of "success." he needed to meet every societal milestone to feel successful, having a wife and kids was important to him for that projection of success (among other reasons I'm sure, but this was one he couldn't ever get from john). paul undoubtedly loved john and reciprocated in some capacity. i say this with confidence because while john is naturally obsessive and jealous, i don't think he would've had as hard of a time moving on from paul for so long (up until he died practically) if his relationship with paul was purely unrequited yearning. there's just no way. paul curates his image so thoroughly that even he struggles to find the "real" paul underneath it all. it's much easier for him to hide this part of himself than it is for john, and that's the simple reason we have more evidence from him than we do paul. for paul, whatever relationship he had with john was one he always knew would be sidelined. if the sexual side was something that he did expect to continue long term, i think he would've been okay having his wife and kids and john on the side at the same time. (i do fully believe he liked jane, but she was definitely a very convenient beard, and i think she knew that on some level. hence the sudden break up that she swore to never talk about?) that was always how they did it. im sure they had some unspoken understanding between the two of them that the other was always the most important one in their heart despite the girls and wives they kept around.

i say unspoken because i don't think john really saw it the same way. he needed paul and he needed the other beatles desperately. he was the one to suggest they live together on that greek island. cynthia saw this in him and tried to make him realize he needed them more than they needed him. i think he wanted paul all to himself, and the rational side of him probably knew it was a delusional dream, but it meant that whatever way he could actually get paul was never going to be enough for him. his life probably had an insistent undercurrent of disappointment and frustration. somewhere along the line i think they finally tried to talk about the future of their relationship and paul probably didn't give john the answer that he wanted. john needed paul so much that not having him at all was better than only having part of him. he's the type that needs a unfailingly loyal soul mate who's just as obsessed as he is, and i think he found that desire satisfied in yoko who was willing to play along. i think paul's answer probably made john vindictive and spiteful, but i think a part of him still believed that things would continue the way they were between them. maybe he still overestimated how much paul needed him, or underestimated paul's ability to move on from him. (a bit of projection happening there probably) but his surprise when paul married linda, who he thought (hoped?) was another short term girlfriend, and his belief that they wouldn't last very long tells me that he still was clinging on to the chance that paul would come running back and prove his loyalty and love to him. everything john did around this time reads like an act of spite as well as a kind of impossible test for paul. paul never passed them and i think that's where much of john's resentment that yoko talks about came from. paul could never give him what he wanted and john kind of set him up for failure in that way, but still blamed him for the aftermath.

anyways, moral of the story is, paul's rigid need to chase perfection doomed his relationship with john, and john's need for all or nothing love doomed his relationship with paul.

#mclennon #bug.post

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luveline · 2 years ago

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hi honey, i love you so so much!!

what about stripper!reader with derek morgan?? he's on a case where strippers are being murdered, and while hotch is driving morgan calls you and tells you not to go into work because of what's going on, and emily is listening in on the conversation from the backseat and they tease him

thank youu!! love you!

ty for requesting lovely!! ilysm ♡

"I know you don't like listening to me, but could you do me a favour? Just this once?"

Emily leans over in her seat so Spencer can see her side eye. "Who's Morgan talking to?"

"Stay home tonight. No, this isn't a jealousy thing, you vixen–"

Spencer shrugs. "No idea. But–"

"But," Emily agrees. They've just left a crime scene with a specific victim, and now Morgan's on the phone asking someone to stay home. That someone would have reason to visit said crime scene's location, and the word vixen suggests female rather than male, which means, "Morgan has a secret stripper girlfriend."

Spencer's entire face takes his frown, eyebrows pinched, mouth quirked into a telling line. "I like the implausible," he murmurs, "but that feels illogical. Where would they have met?"

"Uh," Emily says, widening her eyes at him. "Where do you think, Spence?"

"Morgan doesn't need to go to a strip club."

Emily understands what Spencer's saying. There are lots of reasons that people frequent strip clubs or gentlemen's clubs and none of those reasons apply to Derek. It's possible he could go socially, but it's just so unlike him, it doesn't add up.

"I'm telling you the truth. I can't give you more detail than that, I just need you to stay home tonight." Derek pauses, laughs. "Alright," —his voice takes on a mechanical rendition, clearly having been fed a line he has to repeat aloud— "I, Derek Morgan, am an ignorant, jealous man, who can't cope with the fact that you don't want me, and am making up sad and childish lies to get you to stay home from your job. Is that what you wanted? Yeah, laugh it up."

Emily laughs and grabs the headrest as he hangs up on you, pulling herself forward to taunt him as is required. "Care to explain yourself?"

Derek sighs. "This is why I didn't tell you guys."

"What!" Spencer says, though his smile is more audible than his incredulity.

"So you have something to tell us?" Emily asks.

Derek knows he can't weasel his way out of telling them, and he doesn't really want to. "I don't have a secret stripper girlfriend," he says, rolling his eyes, "she's not my girlfriend. She is an exotic dancer at one of the clubs downtown, and I met her at Home Depot."

Emily isn't perturbed that Derek heard their gossiping. She's shameless. She doesn't even care that Hotch is frowning behind the wheel. "What was an exotic dancer doing at Home Depot?"

"Weirdly, Emily, she has a home. She wanted help finding renter friendly flooring."

"Can we meet her?"

"Never," Derek says with a smile. Emily couldn't know this, but he really likes you. You're sweet, super funny, and yes, you're a stripper. You work hard. Pole dancing is as physically demanding as any manual labour and you're damn good at it. "Ever."

Spencer interjects the ensuing argument with a statistical analysis of strippers who are homeowners (unfairly few), but Morgan doesn't answer, trying to read a new text from you discretely.

Sorry if I embarrassed you at work :( is it really not safe to go ?? Maybe u can come and be my bodyguard. I won't even make u tip me 4:10PM

He sends back, Really not safe. Stay home for me, relax for a few days. Call you tonight even if nothing changes 4:11PM

My hero <3 I trust u, but be careful OK ? and pls if it isn't too much trouble can u bring back some of those weird candies again? thank u thank u <3<3<3 4:14PM

Hotch makes a quiet sound of approval, eyes on the road. "The same girl you were with at Docklands? Rossi said she was cute."

"She is."

"Rossi met her?" Emily asks. "Oh, you're the worst."

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glamourscat · 4 months ago

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*waves* hellooooo ❤️

Just wanted to ask if you could do an analysis for barou too?

thank you so much for requesting this, love Barou so much. Also, this is kinda long cause i yapped away too much

Barou Shoei, also knows as the “King,” is a character full of contradictions. On the surface, his egocentric view on life and arrogant attitude make him easy to label as short-tempered and a “red flag.” But Barou is much more complex than that.

First off, the king persona isn’t just a front. Barou genuinely believes he’s the king of the field. His confidence isn’t misplaced. He knows he has the skills to back it up. This confidence comes from his deep fear of mediocrity and his relentless drive to prove his worth, both to himself and to others.

During the second selection, I initially thought Barou would learn to pass the ball, become a team player, and maybe even become friends with Isagi. Wrong. Barou does the opposite of what’s expected. And that’s what i love. Instead of fitting in, he adapts in his own way, pushing himself even harder and maintaining his individual strength. That’s the beauty of Barou, he’s resilient and unbending. He doesn’t pass the ball, he pushes himself even more to advance Isagi, a threat to his progress and yet at the same time the spark that pushed him to advance.

But Barou isn’t just about ego and power. He’s also incredibly intuitive. In the light novel, we learn about his family, specifically about his absent father and the love Barou nurtures for his mother and sisters. At just seven years old Barou had to witness his father being a deadbeat. His mother, with a one-year-old on her back and a newborn in her arms, tirelessly cooked for him. This experience forged a strong bond between Barou and his mother. As the light novel states, “When his mother was having a hard time, why wasn’t his father there? While thinking vaguely, he devoted himself to keeping the house beautiful.”

It’s no wonder Barou can’t stand people like Nagi, who are too laid-back for his liking. Although his relationship with his father isn’t explicitly stated, it’s clear it’s not a positive one. Barou grew up with his mother as his role model. She worked her ass off to provide for him and his sisters, showing resilience and strength. How could Barou, the self-proclaimed king, give up on his dreams when his mother made so many sacrifices for him?

Which brings me to this. Barou’ behaviour is a byproduct of his upbringing and experiences. Barou’s intensity on the field is matched by his loyalty and protective instincts off it. He may not show affection in conventional ways, but his actions speak volumes about his commitment to those he deems worthy.

His sheer determination to succeed and independence reminds me a lot of the “eldest daughter curse.” The one who always has to put a brave face in front of everyone. The planner. The organiser. The parent. The sibling and the child they couldn’t be. It’s canon that besides for his birth, he never cried afterwards.

Maybe because he feels he does not have the right to? Maybe because he feels other people have it worse so he refuses to cry? Or maybe because after seeing and living with an absent father, picking up the role of the missing parent and emotional supporting figure for your sisters and mother, he kinda became numb. Because your feelings and worries become an afterthought.

So, no, Barou isn’t a red flag. His intensity and harshness are just part of his dedication and his refusal to settle for mediocrity. He’s deeply committed to his goals and willing to endure solitude and criticism to achieve them. Barou’s sense of honor and integrity also sets him apart. He doesn’t cheat or rely on underhanded tactics, he achieves his goals through sheer willpower and skill.

Because that’s simply who the king is. Barou is the essence of what it means to be a striker.

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starlitecryolite · 8 months ago

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Woah woah woah what's this I'm hearing about Green hate?? Is this true? Probably not, but this is a great opportunity to explain character flaws! :D (I was saving this analysis for when the entire arc is done but whatever)

A perfect, flawless character is a boring character. What fun will there be if your character did everything right in the world, no mistakes to let them grow or problems they can learn from? This helps create conflict, which helps expand on a character and develop them further.

Green's ego problem, his whole attention and fame-obsession thing, is a part of his character for a reason. Flaws in a character makes them more realistic and relatable, you feel me?

Green is actually a really complex character, and that's something I love most about him. That's why he's my favourite.

He can be kind, he can be a cocky jerk, he can be selfish, he can be selfless, he loves his friends, he doesn't understand what he's doing to them, all of it. His character flaws make him feel real.

His wanting for a bigger taste of fame, his slowly losing himself to the world of content creation? It's realistic. It happens everyday.

I, of course, hate what he's doing to his friends, hell, I've been there before, but that's simply necessary for his character arc. When he realises his mistake, he's going to grow from it. He's going to become a better person, I just know it.

How do I know? Because we've seen it time and time and time again.

Green showing off when he wins every build battle, Green getting cocky when dodging Red’s pranks, his anger when he loses? Those flaws have been established since day one.

Except he's still a good person.

He remained loyal to his friends, genuinely loves and cares about them so very much, and most definitely the type to drop everything for them.

(I hope, if my analysing skills are any good..)

And who's the one who comforted Purple after all he's done to them?

Green.

He's still including his friends, albeit a lot, lot less. He still cares about them, he's still trying to give them some spotlight, but he doesn't understand that they don't want that. Doesn't understand yet, anyway.

Sure, he's losing himself to the taste of fame, sure he's currently filled with an ego-driven, attention-seeking drive right now, but he'll learn soon.

That's what makes a character arc so darn good. Sometimes the problem isn't an outside force, or an enemy to battle, or something to stop.

Sometimes the problem is yourself, and it's something that needs to be changed.

Maybe the whole point of this fame-chasing arc is to let Green learn more about humility, in all it's glory, and the dangers of devoting your life to giving content to a bunch of strangers.

Or maybe not, who knows? There's still two episodes for the influencer arc, after all.

I can't wait to see how Green's character arc goes for it :D

(I don't mean any malice towards anyone, by the way! This is just me analysing Green's character :>

#avm #animation vs minecraft #avm green #avm purple #alan becker #avm blue #avm red #avm orange #avm yellow #just tagging them all because why not #Green's character arc is so good AGHHH

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Sorry if my ask bothering you. I saw analysis posts about Sasuke saving Naruto from the lava pit. What I gathered from what Naruto said was that a body would unconsciously move to save someone. There's a panel that shows Sasuke looking in Kakashi and Sakura's direction after Naruto tells him to save them. But would he even look in their direction if Naruto wasn't the cause? I think he cared a bit about Team 7 during the war, if not he shouldn't have told them not to let their guard down. Maybe he doesn't care about them... (?)

I love this ask. This "reading" is part of the reason why I think that heteronormativity, while a part of the picture, is not the entire reason why the fandom is so prone to headcanons that completely eschew context. The beauty of literature and art is that it helps rouse emotions in us, but the readings based on personal emotional attachments to certain characters at the complete and total expense of what the text is doing and saying gets ridiculous. Team 7 fans in particular formed strong emotional connections to a dadkashi and "found family" team 7 that doesnt actually exist in the text, so much so that despite repeated proof and text where Sasuke makes it clear that his only attachment is Naruto, it is unfathomable for them to believe what's being presented on a silver platter. And I would be more generous in my response to these types of asks if it wasn't for the fact that the people who push this weren't a part of the same demographic using "love" for Team 7 as a Trojan horse to downplay SNS' bond. Now, let me get to the ask.

For starters, whether "my body moved on it's own" was literal was always ambiguous. When Naruto first asks Sasuke why he protected and shielded him from Haku's needles (Chapter 27), Sasuke internally responds, "You ask me why?" while simultaneously thinking of a "collage" of valuable Naruto-centered memories. It is only after Naruto repeats the same question again, that Sasuke openly and verbally responds "How should I know... my body moved on it's own."

The scene is clearly meant to indicate that there are definite reasons underlying Sasuke's decision to move and protect Naruto, but whether Sasuke was consciously aware and "My body moved on it's own" was metaphorical, or whether Sasuke had a vague grasp on how to describe his feelings for Naruto and was literal is up for debate. But let's operate under the premise that what Sasuke stated was literal. I'll lay out my arguments in bullet points for clarity.

• Just as word order matters and shapes meaning ("I threw the ball to Carrie" is not the same sentence as "Carrie threw the ball to me") so too does panel order, which is a part of the visual language of manga. Sasuke looking at Sakura & Kakashi, being placed only after Naruto beckoned him to do so, was done precisely because Kishimoto wanted to establish a causal relationship between the two moments, thusly highlighting that Sakura & Kakashi wasn't his juice (see interview screenshot below). There was no instinctive drive to protect them during the war arc at all (which is why once Sakura & Kakashi was out of sight, they were out of mind) and it manifested most embarrassingly through his interactions with Sakura, though I'll get to that later.

• Deception is a motif that features prominently in Kishimoto's work. Between the usage of genjutsu and shadow clones, Kishimoto is constantly challenging the reader to look underneath the underneath and see the hidden meaning. However, this doesn't mean that Kishimoto leaves his readers to flail about in confusion, after all, Kishimoto's target demographic is middle school boys. So, in order to strike a balance between the unreliability of the Naruto world, and the obligation of the manga to be clear enough for the target shonen demographic to understand, Kishimoto reveals his character's true and innermost feelings through their inner world. Even when characters lie, even when the truth is elusive, it will eventually be revealed and reconciled with by the characters because, and I must reiterate, the target demographic is middle schoolers.

Now, after Sasuke's body moves on its own to protect Naruto, Sasuke gives a pragmatic response about how him and Naruto couldn't afford to be killed be they'd needed to seal Kaguya and prevent the extermination of humankind. Naruto states that he understands Sasuke's point of view, but he indicates that his "body" moved on it's own to attempt to help Kakashi and Sakura, in the same way that Sasuke moved on his own to help Naruto during the Land of Waves. And it is at this moment that we are given a peak into Sasuke's inner world. Kishimoto could have rendered Sasuke indifferent and promptly had him disregard what Naruto said, but instead, he utilized Sasuke's inner world to make it clear that he distinctly couldn't forget his body moving on its own to save Naruto, because the entire subtext of the scene was meant to convey that regardless of the utilarian justifications Sasuke gave to his motives, he'd simply protected Naruto because he cared. This is all in line with the fact that Sasuke's instinctive protection of Naruto had began even before Naruto and Sasuke had been given seal, but more on that later. The main point is that two people are glaringly missing from those inner world reflections of Sasuke that are meant to shine a light on what's hidden in his heart: Sakura and Kakashi.

And this is a no go if the point of this scene was meant to communicate that Sasuke still had attachments to Sakura & Kakashi. In fact we have multiple examples of Kishimoto using character's inner worlds to depict care. When Sasuke gave his precious comrades speech, Naruto was inspired and thought about all of the people that he considered precious and held near and dear, even people that weren't immediately involved in the Gaara fight, like Iruka and Kakashi. When Sakura cried her heart out amidst her first love confession to Sasuke and stated that she would personally feel alone if she lost Sasuke, Kishimoto depicted Sasuke thinking of Team 7 despite the fact that Naruto wasn't invoked by Sakura in that moment. There are more examples of this, but I specifically picked these moments because they feauture situations in which Kishimoto makes characters (Naruto and Sasuke) think about the importance of people who weren't immediately involved in the context under which they were thought about (Naruto thinking about Kakashi/Iruka even though they weren't involved in the Gaara fight and Sasuke thinking about Naruto even though Sakura was specifically talking about her independent feelings for Sasuke). These scenes highlight that even when characters aren't salient, as long as they are relevant to a character's inner state, Kishimoto won't hesitate to include them. And this is done in order to acheive the clarity required by Kishimoto's target demographic, he makes his writing as informative as is required for the particular situation.

Going back to the almost lava drop, there were absolutely no obstacles preventing Kishimoto from having Sasuke think about former ties he held with Sakura & Kakashi, just as he did with Naruto. Yet, they were completely absent from his reflections on his bond with Naruto and the "my body moved on it's own" theme. And unlike in the previous examples discussed above, Kakashi and Sakura were present and noticeable in the immediate context. So their absence from Sasuke's reflections are glaringly obvious and noticeable. To rephrase the screenshot below and make it apllicable to the situation, if Sasuke cared about Sakura and Kakashi, Kishimoto would have reflected it in Sasuke's inner world, even more so since both of them were present in the immediate context. By only having Sasuke single out Naruto, he implicates that only Sasuke's bond was Naruto was pertinent to the situation + held relevance.

• Next, I want to circle back to something I mentioned earlier: "Even when characters lie, even when the truth is elusive, it will eventually be revealed and reconciled with by the characters because, and I must reiterate, the target demographic is middle schoolers." If the narrative had been building towards the fact that Sasuke secretly loved and cared for Sakura & Kakashi and that he was lying, the truth would have eventually been cathartically revealed. There are many examples of this, but we have a perfect example of this depicted with Obito. Obito spent ages pretending he'd abandoned his connections + severed himself from his own humanity to become a Sage like figure that would lead humanity to the next stage.

Yet, earlier during the war arc, when Obito was gradually losing his humanity (represented by the cuts across the faces of his former comrades faces), he fought against the 10 tails precisely because he didn't want to throw away his past. And in addition to Kishimoto showing the reader the contradictions in Obito's desires, he explicitly tells us this through Naruto's words.

But there is never any recontextualization of Sasuke's actions and general indifference towards Kakashi and Sakura. It is played completely straight in the narrative and Sasuke consequently apologizes for his actions to both after he reconciled with Naruto. What exactly do people think Sasuke would be apologizing for if everything had been peachy keen and he was secretly protecting them? Sasuke is never confronted for "lying" about his lack of care for Sakura & Kakashi. There's no grand reveal that he'd been lying about his feelings. Furthermore, Sakura's observations of Sasuke's lack of care are never addressed. Sakura's repeated distress is never addressed or confronted in the way Kishimoto confronts other cases of characters mistaken perceptions. In fact, her concerns are validated because it was true that Sasuke didn't care for Team 7. And it culminated in Sakura herself acknowledging the fact that she couldn't do anything to reach Sasuke right before VOTE 2.

• The aforementioned is made even more glaringly obvious when you look at the narrative and see that Sasuke's feelings were recontextualized for someone who actually was significant to him, Naruto. Sasuke maintained during his first reunion with Naruto that'd he'd cut his ties. But Sasuke's actions painted a completely different picture that suggested the contrary. And during the war arc, this evidence ramps up. Orochimaru was even used as a vessel to point out Sasuke's care. Sasuke went out of his way to protect Naruto. And when Sasuke thought about why he protected Naruto (even before he and Naruto received seals from the sage of six paths), Sasuke specifically singled out Naruto as someone that he needed to cut.

In fact, this happens in the chapter before Obito thinks about the comrades that's he still couldn't erode his attachments to and the visual framing of Obito thinking about his attachments is similar to the visual framing that Kishimoto uses to depict Sasuke thinking about Naruto. And you'll notice that this is yet another example of the fact that when Kishimoto wants to emphasize that a character has attachments to multiple people, he'll do so. But he was clearly deliberate in depicting Naruto and Naruto alone as the tether to Sasuke's humanity, while for Obito, his entire team represented his ties to his humanity (with Rin being singled out). But this is a bit besides the point I wanted to make right now. The point is that even with all of these clear indications that Sasuke hadn't severed his ties, Kishimoto made Sasuke explicitly acknowledge that Naruto's status as Sasuke's most intimate friend never changed. Again, Kishimoto explicitly made Sasuke acknowledge that the feelings he expressed for Naruto in VOTE 1 never changed throughout the entirety of part 2 thereby addressing the fact that Sasuke had been dishonest in claiming he'd severed his ties with Naruto during their first reunion. So the fact that Kishimoto never had Sasuke acknowledge that he'd been harboring any attachments to Sakura & Kakashi is intentional. If Kishimoto wanted to, he would.

• Additionally, Sasuke's lack of care for Sakura & Kakashi is consistent with his behavior throughout the war arc. Sasuke telling people to stay on guard so they can defeat the enemy is not proof of care. And it fails to hold up when we see how Sasuke interacts with Naruto + displays actual care (some examples already discussed above) and how Kishimoto deliberately highlighted Sasuke's lack of instinctive care for Sakura & Kakashi. For example, as shown in Chapter 644 above, when the 10 tails was about to blow up the shinobi alliance, Sasuke didn't even spare a solitary thought about Sakura & Kakashi. Not even a lamentation about not being able to protect them or a hint of relief that Naruto was able to help save them. When Sakura got stabbed by Madara, Sasuke was willing to slice through Sakura. And Sakura herself is dismayed by Sasuke's utter lack of regard. And it's embarrassingly on the nose that right after Sakura has this realization, Kishimoto deliberately makes Sasuke call out to Naruto. It's the perfect example of the lack of growth/development in their "dynamic." And I think the lava dropping incident speaks for itself. And Sasuke's actions are backed up by his inner world (he specifically singles out Naruto as someone he needs to cut in Chapter 639) as well as his statements, which are framed as honest revelations.

Like how many times does it need to be repeated that from Sasuke's point of view Naruto was the only one who would make him feel not alone? That Naruto was the only one he had a connection with? This fact is even reinforced after Sakura and Kakashi make it clear that they still cared about Sasuke, so it's not like there were obstacles in Sasuke and knowledging their love.

• And finally, the thing that makes this debate the most ridiculous is that Naruto didn't actually need Sasuke's help. I know I've buried the lede a bit here, but Naruto literally levitated just chapters before the incident occurred. And more importantly, Sasuke was there to witness it. And yet he still chose to save Naruto with no hesistation and didn't even attempt to circle back to try and help Sakura or Kakashi who were considerably more vulnerable.

With all of this laid out, I'm very glad I got this ask. I've been wanting to address this for a while because it's a good look into the logic that Team 7/SS fans operated under while the manga was ongoing and inevitably led to their dissapointment when the "foreshadowing" they clung on to as proof fell through. Here's a screenshot of a NH fan making fun of them for this when the manga was ongoing.

Their entire fandom experience has consisted of making up headcanons about Team 7/SS with the excuse that Kishimoto's writing was subtle and complex/something only Japanese fans could understand (don't let them see the comments Japanese fans made about SS on 2ch after Gaiden dropped) and pretending Sasuke was in denial and hiding his feelings the entire time. Headcanons that don't align in any way shape of form with what's presented in the text. And they do all of this while being homophobic and attacking real people for pointing out the things that they they hate about the text and canon. I mean, look at the "feminist" fandom just last month attacking a real woman (and see the likes) over Sakura, a character who the author literally called detestable.

This is why I can never take complaints about SNS fans' interpretative readings seriously. Despite SNS not being allowed to end up together, the basis of the ship is wholly entrenched in their excellent canon dynamic, while other fandoms have to twist and turn canon + rely of fillers/headcanons/novels/databooks/Thai magazines/etc. for content.

#asks #sns #narusasu #sasunaru #anti ss #anti sasusaku #anti team 7 #but it's more like anti their fandom misinterpretations

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