quick note: life has gotten a little hectic, so we aren't strictly following my predetermined schedule; things are being adjusted. they'll all be posted, but on different dates, all within February. thank you guys for being patient with me and understanding :')
prompt: c’mon, like i need an excuse to spend time with you.”
pairing: cardan greenbriar x reader
word count: 831
You felt his eyes watch you from across the ballroom, a drink held in his hand. He lazily brought it to his lips, his attention entirely settled upon you. You swallowed, knowing that the prince, as cruel as he may be, had to have a heart somewhere underneath all of that frilliness he called clothes.
As guests approached and spoke with you, you tried your best to disregard the alluring gaze of Cardan Greenbriar, but it was growing harder to ignore him in all of his beauty. Striking black eyes burn through you, midnight-black curls framing a head that you know is spinning with numerous reckless thoughts of what sort of trouble he could get into tonight.
You decided to step away from the crowd, needing a moment for yourself. You escaped to a quiet corner away from the excitement of the banquet hall, your chest rising and falling a little easier. Your dress felt tight, and you were beyond ready to take these painful shoes off, crawl into your bed, and sleep the evening away. Only your thoughts, emotions, and, quite honestly, physical bearings were knocked out of whack when a luscious, deep voice infiltrated your space.
“You look a vision in red…” Cardan’s silky voice purred over your ears, causing you to gasp. A deep chuckle resonated moments after. His scent was moss, leather, and oakwood—a pure delicacy on the nose that made your mouth water.
“Th-thank you,” You cleared your throat, daring yourself to look at him. He looked devastatingly beautiful, as though he could wreck anyone’s life with just the snap of his finger, the bat of an eyelash, the flipping of a curl. Cardan smiled down at you, his height towering over you. You could tell, even through the fabric of his frilly shirt this evening, that Cardan wasn’t small. He had muscular, defined biceps that were probably worthy of sinking your teeth into. You had spent many nights alone in your bed, picturing how rough he’d feel against you, if his hard parts would fit perfectly with your soft ones.
“Are you nervous around me?” Cardan asked, tilting his head. He brought the glass of amber liquid to his lips, downing the rest of its contents and setting it on the banister beside you.
“A little, maybe,” You answer softly. Why? Because out of everyone in attendance tonight, Cardan chose you. Whether for a sick, twisted game or to actually be friendly, you weren’t sure, but you kept your guard up.
“Why is that?” He circled around to stand directly in front of you, taking up every ounce of your space.
You didn’t answer at first. But the longer he stared at you, beckoning you to give him an answer, you tilted your head back. “You hardly ever talk to me—Forgive me if I’m a little confused as to why you’re doing it now.”
Cardan flinched, his lips tilting in a slight curve. His tongue jutted forward, slowly licking his bottom lip. “C’mon, like I need an excuse to spend time with you.” He sighed. You arched an eyebrow.
“Cardan, go back to the party. You’re obviously drunk.” You didn’t think it through when you took your hand and pressed it against his chest to push him away from you, but the moment your hand touched his chest, you felt soft skin. You had made contact with the open part of his shirt. Both of you looked down at the contact. Your skin felt hot, Cardan smirked.
“Not drunk enough to deny that I want to spend my evening with you,” He reached for your hand. Gently, he brought it to your lips and laid his mouth over the center. His lips were warm, and you couldn’t deny the delirious rush that ran through your head.
“Are you sure you’re not just trying to make me fall into bed with you, Cardan?”
Cardan chuckled. “No, not at all. I genuinely want to understand you.”
I genuinely want to understand you.
Blinking slowly, you and him stood there for a few more precious moments, enveloped in silence amidst the ongoing party.
“What if I don’t want to genuinely understand you?” You throw his statement back at him, watching to see if he’d barter. Cardan’s black eyes swirled with mystery, and you held your breath on his reply.
“Then I’d truly be heartbroken. Oftentimes, I find that you are a figment of my imagination until I realize that you are real. Your ethereal beauty, your headstrong ways. You both infuriate and captivate me, and I want to know you.” Cardan’s eyes were moving everywhere, and finally, they settled on the bow of your lip. He tilted his head to the side, and that’s when you recognized the fact that his tail was swishing eagerly, almost anticipating your ultimate agreement to his request.
“I really hope that you are not pulling me along for nothing, cruel prince…” You sigh.
Like yesterday, I will be delayed by (2) days now. I am planning to write & upload all 3 fics tomorrow to make up for the 4th & 5th!
I also have you all who want to be tagged, noted.
If you want to be tagged for everyone (Bucky, Anakin, Xaden, Cardan) let me know—or if you want to be tagged for just specific ones, let me know that as well! 🥰
prompt: “Don’t tell me; you had so much fun with me last year, that you just couldn’t resist spending it with me again.”
pairing: xaden riorson x reader
warning: no spoilers for Fourth Wing, Iron Flame, or Onyx Storm (also not too descriptive of the plot and workings of the Empyeran series), also not proofread
word count: 1k
Knocking on his door was the last thing you had on your mind for tonight, but a little bit of liquid courage, some egging on by your squad mates, and there you were, standing outside of Xaden Riorson’s door. Hiccuping, you weren’t that drunk. You had your bearings, and no one could take advantage of you, but you were loose enough that you might spill a couple of secrets or make the mistake of winding up in someone’s bed chambers tonight.
Unbeknownst to those around you, this was also part of the Valentine’s Truth or Dare game that Ridoc, of all people, came up with. Sawyer, Rhiannon, and even Imogen caved on the idea of playing the game. So when you selected dare, and Ridoc drunkenly hiccuped and said, “I dare you to go knock on Riorson’s door”, you stood up with all of your dignity and went, listening to the chattering voices who whispered back and forth in shock that you were going there.
Xaden wasn’t just anyone. He was your secret lover, turned boyfriend, turned ex-boyfriend, turned brief friends with benefits, and then strictly exes again. Now, you were navigating the world of friends again, but it wasn’t hard to admit that trying to be Xaden’s friend wasn’t easy. You were constantly reminded of what he could do, how amazingly he treated you, and how much fun he was, despite the serious, brooding persona he carried.
For all you knew, Xaden might have someone else behind that door for the night, and you’d feel like an idiot. You were about to turn around and head back to the group when the door opened, Xaden’s vastly large frame taking up the space.
“What are you doing here?” Xaden’s one eyebrow rose. You swallowed thickly, the alcohol doing its thing and only amplifying the pure sexiness that dripped from the man before you. He was wearing a tight black shirt with swirls of black ink dancing down his arms. His tawny skin looked edible, and you craved to drag your tongue over various parts of him until you heard him call out your name…
“Uh,” You click your tongue, coming back to the moment before you. Wait, what were you doing here again? Seeing Xaden after a few days of not was like dunking yourself in the coldest ocean, but in the best way. It awakened you. “Happy Valentine’s Day?” You blinked.
Xaden snorted. “Have you been drinking?” He leaned closer. He was significantly taller than you, so when he bent at the waist, his eyes were level with you.
“A littlllleeee?” You sing-song.
Xaden, rather than appearing annoyed, only smirked. You weren’t sure what to do next, but you garnered a couple of ideas when the wing leader stepped to the side. Raising your own confused eyebrow, you looked up at him. This time last year, you and Xaden were a couple. The romance you two shared made your friends sick (in the best way).
“What?” You ask him. “Are you inviting me in?”
Xaden laughed, tossing his head back. He bit down on his lip and shrugged his shoulders, that glimmer of mischief in his eye indicating that he was up to no good.
“Don’t tell me; you had so much fun with me last year, that you just couldn’t resist spending it with me again.” His solidifying declaration made your heart accelerate. As the thrumming moved into your throat, you swallowed thickly, now sucking in a breath that was completely consumed by his erotic scent.
“You’re full of yourself.” You clear your throat.
“And yet, if I recall correctly, you were full of something else too, commemorating the day.” He winked. “I’m serious, come on. I’m not asking you to jump into bed with me. Let’s talk.”
You felt glued to the spot but when Xaden extended his hand for you, everything moved in slow motion. You were reaching for his hand, he was pulling you inside, the door to his room was clocking shut, and then you were engulfed by everything about him.
Xaden led you over to the table and pulled out a chair for you. “Tea? I’ve got your favorite.”
You hummed, nodding your head. Within minutes, Xaden had a cup of tea in front of you and was seated in front of you. “What did you want to talk about?” You gently sip the tea, watching as the steam curls in the air.
He knocked his knuckles against the wood of the table, eyes never leaving yours. “I think we made a mistake.”
Eyes widening, you set your cup down. “A mistake?”
“I knew it was a mistake the second we ended things. I can’t stop thinking about you. It also doesn’t help that Bodhi reminds me daily that I made a mistake. I may or may not have had to spar him on the mat a few times after his ridiculous comments.” Xaden sighed, half-smiling at you.
“You miss me,” You smugly tell him.
“What?” Xaden responds, sitting back in his chair. You grin, teeth gleaming. “I said: You. Miss. Me.”
Slowly rising from your chair, forgetting the delicious tea he prepared, you take what liquid courage you have left running through your veins and use it. Xaden’s eyes widen slightly when you make your way to him, gently folding yourself into his lap. He smelled like mint, leather, citrus, and smoke. Multiple flavors rolled into one distinguishably handsome man.
Xaden’s arms wrapped around you, helping you to keep your balance.
“I think that’s the drunken version of you talking, but alright. I’ll play. Yes. I. Do. Miss. You.” Xaden punctuated every single word, lips gently, slowly moving to yours. He kissed the corner of your mouth, his hands roaming your back. “I miss you like the air I need to breathe.”
Your heart thrummed wildly and you smiled at him.
“I’ve missed you too,” You sigh, laying your forehead against his. “It was a mistake letting you go.”
You kiss the tip of his nose, feeling his chuckle.
“After I’m a little less tipsy, can we re-evaluate us?”
Xaden nods his head. “We can.”
“Can I stay?”
“I hoped you would.”
“Xaden?”
“Yes, love?”
That pet name. You were weak in the knees for him.
“I never stopped loving you.” You whisper.
Xaden waited a few moments, his onyx eyes glued to yours.
prompt: “Are you telling me we can’t do anything to mark the day?”
pairing: modern day!best friend's brother!Anakin Skywalker x reader
warnings: light mention of smut, no star wars lore, this is strictly a modern AU of Anakin, not proofread
word count: 870
“Let me see if the coast is clear,” You whisper, unlocking the door. Anakin, with his hand gliding across your hip, thumb brushing over the exposed skin of your back, was growing impatient to get you behind that door.
“I still don’t understand why we’re sneaking around like this still.” Anakin chuckled deeply from behind you. You did a perusal around the apartment, silence greeting you. Not a light turned on in sight to confirm the presence of your best friend.
“Because,” You took Anakin’s hand, dragging him inside the apartment and shutting the door, quickly locking the deadbolt. “If she even sniffs out the idea that I’m participating in debauchery with her brother, she’d never forgive me.”
You and Anakin had been sneaking around behind everyone’s back for nearly six months without getting caught. You weren’t quite ready for the news to be released yet, and truth be told, you didn’t know if it ever would. You and he weren’t in the sort of normal relationship—you both had desires that needed to be fulfilled, and turns out, you both knew each other’s body very well to the point that no one could do it better than you two for each other.
“I think she’d get over it eventually.” Anakin shrugged. “But less talking and more…” His words slowly died off when he planted his lips on the side of your neck, gently sucking on the sensitive spot. Your breath hitched, and your hand reached behind to rest on the back of his neck, your fingertips lazily drawing his brown locks around your finger.
“Mmm,” The hum vibrated in your throat. Spinning around, you locked your arms over his neck and pulled him to you. It was a clash of tongues and teeth, Anakin’s hands expertly beginning to loosen, unwound, and untie various articles of clothing until the two of you were left in nothing but your undergarments. You stood back, admiring the work of art that was before you. A chiseled, firmly toned body, a gorgeous face, and a smile to melt for.
Hooking your finger, you took a few steps backward, retreating to the back bedroom where you’re room was. Anakin quickly gathered your discarded clothes and chased after you, your squeals of delight erupting through the apartment.
Time was not something you worried about, not when you had Anakin Skywalker burying himself into you with fingers, tongue, and cock. By the time you two finished, both a mess of sweat and fulfillment, Anakin drew lazy circles over your back with his fingers while you laid on his chest, feeling his chest move with each breath.
“You know what today is?” You chuckle. It was Valentine’s nonetheless.
“I do,” Anakin responds softly, carefully. Licking your lips, you close your eyes for a brief moment, envisioning what a real relationship would be like with him. At this point, you’d consider Anakin to be another one of your best friends. He understood you on levels you didn’t think possible for one human to do. You were always eager to see him, always down (literally, at times) to do things with him if he asked.
“Do you ever wonder what it’d be like?” You ask, feeling daring. Whether or not your emotions were about to get wrecked was another, and maybe it was from the high push of endorphins from your multiple orgasms, but you pondered on the idea a lot.
Anakin, swallowing, peered down at you. “What?”
You looked up at him, watching his pupils dilate. “If we didn’t have to sneak around all of the time?”
Anakin chuckled. “I’ve been telling you to let’s take it a step further. You’re the one too worried about what my sister will think.”
Rolling your eyes, you bit your lip.
“I don’t want to hurt her.”
“Hurt her?” Anakin snorted. “She wouldn’t be hurt. If anything, she’d obsess over the possibility of having you as her actual sister in some form. She loves you. She wants you to be happy, and I even think if that happiness was brought on by me, she’d be thrilled.”
You hated it when he presented both logic and encouragement. It only made you want to shout from the rooftops that he was yours, never to be claimed by anyone else. Anakin looked around.
“Come on, let’s go do something.” He tapped your hip.
“What?”
“Dinner, a movie—I don’t care. We’re doing it.”
“But what if someone we know sees us?”
“Are you telling me we can’t do anything to mark the day?” Anakin lifted an eyebrow. “It’s Valentine’s. We just had sex which was amazing, might I add, and now I want to commemorate this day with you. Plus, it’s our first Valentine’s.”
“Our first?” You ask, hopeful.
Anakin flashed you a smile, leaning down to kiss your forehead softly.
“Yeah, maybe a first of many. I don’t think I want to hide us anymore. I don’t want to hide you.”
Your heart fluttered. You two formulated a plan that very night.
You were going to tell your best friend together, and finally come clean to yourselves that you two were quite honestly perfect for each other… and no one would be able to stand in your way.
prompt: “C’mon, it’s not like we haven’t shared a dinner while working late before. It doesn’t have to mean anything different just because of the day that’s in it.”
pairing: history teacher!bucky x english teacher!reader (call it the start of a workplace romance lolol)
warnings: none except that it's not proofread, so mistakes are very likely (forgive me plz) :)
word count: 1.4k
You knew the second you saw the stack of paperwork on your desk, including ungraded essays and tests, that it was going to be a long evening. It also didn’t help that today was the ultimate day of love; Valentine’s Day. You had been single for quite some time, no person able to catch your eye in that sort of way… Except one, but he’d never reciprocate your feelings.
You looked around your classroom, noting that you wouldn’t get anything done in here. While it was a safe space for your students, you worked best in the library, which had been recently renovated to become, quite honestly, one of the coziest places in the high school. You served as an English teacher and had been doing it for going on five years. You knew every student personally, you created a safe space for them to escape from home and actually enjoy learning, and you thrived on helping them build a future of success in the realm of college, if that’s what they opted to do. If not, you tried your hardest to set them up for success regardless of the path they took to a career.
Grabbing your things, you turned the lights off in your classroom. You began making the trek through the halls until you made it to the large double doors. Pushing your way in, you saw the soft glow of a light in the very back corner, where a head of dark-colored hair was turned down, reading glasses perched on a strong nose. A smile spread across your face, and without hesitation, you made your way over to who his students referred to as Mr. James Barnes, but you knew only as Bucky. The best history teacher the school had yet to see.
“Hey there,” You quietly whispered. Bucky’s head lurched up. You noted he had a red ink pen sandwiched between his ear and head. He flashed you a heart-throbbing grin, tongue jutting out to wet his lips.
“Hey, you,” Bucky smiled. “Decided not to work in your classroom?” He observed the load you carried; book-bag, a laptop bag, a stack of papers, and your vast array of colorful pens. He immediately stood up, ever the gentleman, and walked over to pull out a chair for you.
Smiling, you thanked him and took a seat. “No, it seems like it’ll be a late night for me.” You breathed. “I didn’t realize I was a little behind on assignment grading, and I need to get my next test set up. What about you?”
Bucky shrugged his shoulders, rather sheepishly. “Same here.” You were honestly a little surprised that today of all days, he’d be here. But truth be told, it wasn’t the first time the two of you found yourselves working together on such a ceremoniously romantic day.
“On Valentine’s, nonetheless.” You added with a small smile, beginning to pull your things out and organize for efficiency. Bucky watched you closely. You felt his eyes scale each subtle movement you made, each one making warmth flood your veins. Bucky was by far the handsomest man you knew; he was chivalrous, he had a sense of dry humor, and he always had the right thing to say to you. In another universe, you’d think him to be your perfect match in every way, but he never showed interest. He never asked you out. To your recollection, he had complimented your appearance dozens of times, but it felt like the 'as friends' only sentiment.
“Yeah, we’ve done that before, though, haven’t we?” Bucky chuckled, reaching up to grab his pen. He twirled it around his fingers. “No lucky prospects to spend the evening with?”
You nearly choked on air. You shook your head. “No, none at all. You?”
Bucky snorted. “Not really, no.”
Silence stretched between the two of you. Before long, the two of you found yourselves immersed in your work. The click-y sounds of your fingers tapping the keys on your laptop echoed in your and Bucky’s private corner in the library. The scratch of Bucky’s ink pen to paper was like music to your ears, and you couldn’t help but watch the way he wrote his feedback on assignments, how earnest in thought he looked. Bucky valued the success of his students just as much as you, another quality you admired greatly about him.
A couple of hours passed, darkness enveloping the sky outside. You finished grading, creating your tests, and even set up your agenda for the rest of the week. Bucky had completed all of his tasks, the finality of his night coming with the closing snap of his own laptop.
“That was a lot,” You said on a exhale.
Bucky nodded his head, checking the time on his watch. “But I think we made pretty good timing.”
You grinned, nodding in agreement. You watched something stir in Bucky’s blue eyes that had you nervously bouncing your leg. You weren’t sure what the look meant, only that you were eager for anything at this point. Over the course of the last couple of hours, you didn’t miss the subtle brushing of his foot against yours, whether it was an accident or not.
“How about we grab dinner?” Bucky’s question came out a little rushed, a little nervy. Your eyebrows shot up to your forehead.
“Huh?”
Bucky bit down on his bottom lip. “Dinner—the two of us. C’mon, it’s not like we haven’t shared a dinner while working late before. It doesn’t have to mean anything different just because of the day that’s in it.”
His explanation made your heart sink into your stomach. You tried to mask the subtle hurt his words inflicted, although you knew it to be silly that you were hurt at all. Of course, the two of you could grab dinner as friends. Co-workers, even. And Bucky was right, the two of you had gotten dinner together before when working late, it’s just that today of all days made you ponder on whether or not Bucky was in the cards for you or not.
Bucky blinked a couple of times. “Sure, that sounds good.” You paint on your most adoring smile. “I’d like that.”
Nodding his head, Bucky gathered his things. The two of you got ready to leave. “I’ll drive us and bring you back here afterward?”
“That sounds good.” You agreed. The two of you began making your way toward the library doors. Bucky ensured to lock the doors behind you two and together you began making your way to the chilly evening.
The silence was growing and the closer you two got to Bucky’s car, the more nervous you grew. “Wait,” Bucky called out, reaching forward to grab your arm. He gently turned you to face him. His breath came out in little puffs of air, his eyes practically glowing out here. “Actually, there’s something I need to say.”
You lifted your face to him. “Yeah?” You swallow. Bucky did that thing where he licked his lips and gently ran his hand over his stubbled chin and held it for a few seconds. Then he drew in a deep breath.
“I don’t want to get dinners as just co-workers, or even friends.” He blinked. “I want to take you to dinner as my… date. I’d like to take you to dinner as our first date. Will you go out with me?”
You slowly blinked, unsure if you were processing his question correctly, or if you were having a serious fever dream. Was this actually happening?
“I’ve liked you for a long time; admired you. But I didn’t know how you would feel with us working for the same school and all, but I can’t deny the fact that I am insanely attracted to you.”
This was actually happening.
You swallowed. “I like you too, Bucky.” You admit. “I’ve liked you for a long time, but I thought you didn’t… I would love to go out with you.”
Bucky had a smile that could set flames around the two of you. You couldn’t help but smile back at him. “Truth be told, I was trying to muster the courage to ask you earlier this week, but I kept chickening out. I also didn’t know if you already had a date for Valentines, but I’m glad it worked out that you didn’t.”
“I thought the same about you.” You sheepishly say. “But I’m glad to be wrong.”
Bucky laughed, his eyes crinkling in the corners.
“To spending Valentine’s not alone.” He held out his arm for you.
“To not being alone on Valentine’s!” You link your arm with his.
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