Hey Guys! I wanted this kinktober to be something interactive for you guys, so here’s our trick or treat system! For this month, there’s a prompt list! Request a prompt and a character from the list below and I’ll get right to it! Once a character is crossed off, they can’t be requested for again! You cannot double stack prompts, but if something isn’t on the list it’s free game, so go wild and choose wisely ;), I might even throw some extras in there as a special treat! Watch out and don’t let the boogy man getcha! 💋💋💋 xoxo, isuckatwritingsobenice
Character list: (JJK) Gojo Satoru, Megumi Fushiguro, Toge Inumaki, Yuji Itadori, Ryomen Sukuna, Toji Fushiguro, Yuta Okkotsu, Suguru Geto,Kento Nanami, (SMTO) James Anderson, Erik Anderson, Sam Anderson, Matthew Anderson, Damien Anderson, Shadow, Saero, Andrew. (Criminal Minds) Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner. (My Fault) Nick Leister, (Disney Works) Milo Thatch, Jim Hawkins, Dipper Pines, Wilbur Robinson. (Black Butler) Sebastián Michaelis, Finnian, Baldroy, Claude Faustus, (AOT) Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Jean, Reiner, (MHA) Izuku Midoriya, Bakugou Katsuki, Shoto Todoroki, Denki Kaminari, (Hazbin Hotel) Alastor, Vox, Valentino, Angel Dust, Husk, Adam, Lucifer, (Wednesday) Tyler Galpin, Issac Night, Xavier Thorpe, Ajax, Eugene Ottinger, Bruno, (Others) Danny Phantom, Your Boyfriend Peter, (Anyone on my navigation)
ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥
Day 1: Masturbation (Levi Ackerman x Reader)
Day 2: Orgasm Control (Nick Leister x reader)
Day 3: Cumming Untouched (Milo Thatch x Reader)
Day 4: Threesome ( pick two characters! ;)
Day 5: Voyeurism (Megumi Fushiguro x Reader // Slight Yuji x Reader)
Day 6: Finger Sucking (Isaac Night x reader)
Day 7: Wax Play (Aaron Hotchner x reader)
Day 8: Dacryphilia (Eren Jeager x reader)
Day 9: Outdoor Sex (Ryomen Sukuna x Reader)
Day 10: Humiliation (Toji x reader)
Day 11: Blindfolds
Day 12: BloodPlay // Rough (Tyler Galpin x Reader)
Day 13: Oral Sex (Jim Hawkins x Reader)
Day 14: Bondage
Day 15: (consensual) Somnophilia
Day 16: Dom / Sub Play (James Anderson x Reader)
Day 17: Choking / Gagging ( Sam Anderson x Reader)
Day 18: Semi-Public
Day 19: Object Insertion / Toys
Day 20: Sex Pollen / Aphrodisiac (Xavier Thorpe x Reader)
Day 21: Creampie + Dacryphilia
Day 22: Electric Play (Vox x reader) + Subspace
Day 23: Mirror Sex + Dirty Talk
Day 24: Dubcon
Day 25: Forced Orgasm / Overstim. (Erik X Reader)
Day 26: Gun / Knife Play (Matthew Anderson x reader)
Day 27: Praise + Breeding (Alastor x Reader)
Day 28: Double Penetration (Request two characters ;) (sebastian x reader x claude)
Day 29: Impact Play + Size Kink
Day 30: Body Worship (Damien x Reader) + Hair Pulling
Day 31: Hot Tub Sex // Writers Choice
Freebie: Freebie One ( Xavier Thorpe x Reader) Heavy Makeout Sesh Freebie Two (Milo Thatch x Reader) Cumming untouched // Dry Humping
When you request please say what prompt you would like and the fandom + character! My nav has all the things I’ve written previously + what i do not write!
Established relationship fluff after Milo's had a rough day at the museum.
"I've just about had it with all of them," Milo muttered to himself, sighing in defeat when he saw that it was raining. Again. "How could anyone be so thick-skulled that they can't see—they can't see—" he continued talking to the air as he walked, other pedestrians looking at him, perhaps wondering if he was completely well.
He scoffed, giving up his not-so-silent tirade in favor of keeping his jacket collar raised against the wind.
He reached the alcove of his apartment, the shallow stone cutout providing little protection from the wind. He fumbled with his keys, numbly grabbing the fourth on the ring and jamming it into the lock.
It didn't fit.
He counted through the keys again—1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7—wait, he always had eight!
"You have got to be kidding me," he growled, having half a mind to toss all his keys in the street. He decided against it. Guess I'll just have to hope she's home.
He knocked against the thin wooden door, noticing a few lights on inside. I hope that means she's home, otherwise she forgot to turn them off when she left that morning and our electric bill'll be through the roof—
He knocked again, a bit harder this time.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Your voice rang out, the sweet sound immediately making him feel guilty for his impatience.
"Oh, it's you," you said as you opened the door, a bright smile coming to your face. "Lose your key again?"
"Yeah," he grumbled quietly, shuffling inside and shrugging off his drenched coat, already making a mental note to come back with the mop to clean up the mess he was making before you had to.
"Hey," you said, your voice softer. "D'you have a long day?"
"Yeah," he said again, hand and forehead resting against the shelf that sat above the coat hooks.
"Why don't you go sit down? I'll make us some tea, the water is almost ready," you offered. As if to punctuate your statement, the kettle screamed from the next room, and you squeezed past him in the narrow hall to get to the kitchen.
He gave a lighter sigh this time, moving to sit on your ill-padded sofa. He knew that you weren't just offering tea. You were offering a listening ear, a sympathetic conversation, and, more than likely, cuddles that made both of you fall soundly asleep.
He took off his glasses, setting them on the coffee table and rubbing over the lines they had created on his face.
"Alright, well, these'll be ready to drink in a few minutes," you said, holding two steaming mugs carefully by the handles. The slight blur of his astigmatism made you look like a heavenly mosaic. "You wanna talk about it?"
He took your hand as soon as you had set the tea down. "Maybe in a little while," he placated, pulling you down to sit with him and kissing your forehead as he did so. "I'm really lucky to have you, you know that?"
"I'm glad you think so," you said, with a little bounce of your head that Milo didn't think he could ever get enough of.
When he woke in the morning, you were still snoring on his chest, his fingers tangled in your hair. He glanced at the wall clock across the room; it was only 4 AM.
"Y'know, I don't even remember what I was so worked up about," he whispered, closing his eyes to go back to sleep.
“Atta girl” Milo smiled as he palmed your thighs. Your walls had a vice grip on him a second ago but he could feel you relax as you came down from your high. Your walls twitched here and there but it wasn’t anything compared to that little bit of yours earlier. It wasn’t until now that Milo gave you a chance to breathe.
As you caught your breath Milo remained inside, but was nice enough to stop grinding his hips into yours. He couldn’t think of a better way to unwind after such a draining week. What was better than having his kitty cum on his cock over and over again as he edged himself? As he pulled out a bit to look at the white ring of cum around his cock nothing came to mind.
“Say the magic words and this could all be over” you said nothing as he adjusted your bonnet, trying to stuff your hair back into place. You could only pant and look up at him with a tear stained face. Milo didn’t look as bad. Though he was now pink in many areas, and panting just as much as you, Milo looked fine.
You jolt as his hand trailed down your sensitive stomach before resting it on your mound with his thumb hovering over your clit. A soft noise, almost like a squeal, left your lips as you reached for his wrist but it didn’t stop him from swiping his thumb over the bundle of nerves.
“You didn’t say anything, not stop, don’t, or please, so you must be ready for another”
I am 19, she/her, I would like to be matched with a Man! I would like a match up with Kpop demon hunters, once upon a time, and disney.
I have wavy light brown hair, green eyes, am 5’5”. I am a mechanical engineering major, math minor, and a fast learner. I am on biomedical engineering research, leading the propulsion team in aerospace club, and I enjoy any and all creative things under the sun (art, baking, you name it). I have a very wide range of interests. I also am very athletic and enjoy running 4-5 miles or swimming (individual sports person, tried teams and it didn’t work out). I love helping people and can be very outgoing/caring. Ultimately I am an introvert and deeply value my space away from the world. I am a very driven person, and very self motivated. I am a very logical person with a big personality and high expectations of everyone (especially myself, which can also be a flaw). I overthink a lot, and have anxiety, but am generally able to work past it myself. I can be flexible in most situations, as long as I have a system or backup plan in place.
Hello!
I am sorry for the wait!
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I actually got stuck between two Disney characters and decided just to give you both of them because I thought they fit you so well <3
I really hope you like your matches!
Enjoy!
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Romantic Matchups; K-Pop Demon Hunters, Once Upon A Time, and Disney
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Romantic;
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K-Pop Demon Hunters;
Jinu Saja -
You were supposed to be looking at a map on your phone's GPS
Instead, you were looking at everything but the map
Neon signs and unfamiliar storefronts
The buzz of Seoul wrapped around you in a way that felt both electric and a bit overwhelming
And that's how you walked straight into him
"Whoa- Careful"
A hand steadied your arm before you could fully stumble back
You blinked up at him, slightly dazed, "Oh- Sorry"
Jinu pauses
He is usually used to when he's out and about and someone notices him
Usually it's his adoring fans
But you just keep apologizing to him, flustered an a little embarrassed, clutching your phone
"... You're not from around here, are you?" He asked, amused, head tilting
You huff a little laugh, "Is it that obvious?"
"You walked into me"
"Okay, rude"
He grins at that
He's already decided that you're interesting
When he asks why you're in South Korea, you shrug, adjusting your shoulder bag
"I needed something new. School's been... A lot. So I figured, why not just go somewhere for a mini vacation and see what happens?" You gesture vaguely around, "Apparently, what happens is I commit assault via clumsiness"
That earns a soft chuckle from him, "Or..." He says, stepping a little closer, "You run into the right person"
You raise a brow, "That so?"
"Mmm. I know all the best places," Then, with a glint in his eyes, "Guess you got lucky"
What starts as "a quick tour" turns into an entire day
Jinu shows you places that aren't on map
Quiet rooftops overlooking the city, hidden cat cafés with the cutest cats, street food vendors, and the best place to get ramen
You match him in a way he doesn't expect
You ask questions
"How does that structure stay stable like that?"
"You ever think about how systems scale differently depending on environment?"
"You think too much" He teased and you just shrugged
"I'm literally a mechanical engineering major," You shoot back, "It's kind of my thing"
You're observant, driven, sharp, and smart
And somehow still soft
When you stop to help an elderly vendor pick up dropped items without hesitation, he notices that too
You weren’t supposed to care this much after one day
But standing there, suitcase beside you, you feel something tugging in your chest
You were surprised when Jinu said he'd see you off at the airport
"… So," You say softly, "Thanks for not letting me get completely lost"
He leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with that unreadable half-smile
"Give me your phone"
You blink, "Excuse me?"
"Relax," He says, already holding his hand out. "I’ll put my number in. So next time you decide to wander into traffic, or strangers, you’ve got backup"
You hesitate, then hand it over
Your fingers brush
You text
Constantly
At first it’s casual-
"Tried making that dish you showed me. Burned it"
"Impressive. That was the easiest dish I could find"
"I hate you"
"No, you don’t"
Then it becomes something more
Late-night conversations about stress, about expectations
You tell him about leading your propulsion team, the pressure you put on yourself, how your brain doesn’t stop even when you want it to
"… You don’t have to be perfect all the time" He texts one night
You stare at the message longer than you should
"Easy for you to say"
His reply comes almost instantly, "No. It’s not"
And suddenly, he feels closer than the miles between you
It sneaks up on you
In the way you start saving little things to tell him
In the way he remembers everything
Your runs, your swimming, your research milestones, how creative you are, the fact that you prefer working alone but still like quiet company
"Did you eat?" He’ll ask
"You sound like my mom"
But then he’ll stay on call with you while you eat, talking about nothing and everything
It happens when you visit again, he's there to meet you at the airport
"You came back," He says, softer than usual
You nod, "Yeah. I guess… I missed it"
"… Just the city?" He asks
You exhale, nervous laugh slipping out. "You’re really going to make me say it?"
He steps closer, "Yeah," He murmurs, "I am"
You look at him, "Okay, I missed you, Jinu"
He exhales, like he’s been holding that in for months. "… And..?" He trailed off, but his voice is warm
"Excuse me? 'And' what?"
"You think I didn’t know?" He smirks, brushing a strand of hair from your face, "You’re not subtle" His hand lingers at your cheek. "… Stay" He says quietly
You do
Jinu is effortlessly affectionate
Not overbearing, but constant
His hand at your lower back guiding you through crowds
Fingers lacing with yours like it’s second nature
He grounds you without dimming your light
Late-night convenience store runs where he buys way too much cause he insists on paying for all your snacks
Cooking together
Him pretending he’s better than he is, you actually knowing what you’re doing
Sitting side by side while you work, your leg brushing his, comfortable silence filling the space
He loves watching you explain things - your hands moving, eyes lighting up, completely in your element
"… You’re cute when you do that" He says casually
You freeze, "I’m talking about math"
"Yeah. Cute"
Running routes together
Gifts from him are thoughtful but understated
Small mechanical trinkets, sketchbooks, things that mean something
He always notices when you’re overwhelmed, and quietly pulls you away before you even ask
You steal his jackets constantly
He likes when you lean into him without thinking
You both pretend the relationship isn’t as serious as it is (it absolutely is)
He’s a little cocky, but with you, he softens in ways no one else sees
~~~
Once Upon A Time;
Henry Mills -
You were Y/N
That was what you knew
And, back then, as a ten-year-old, you played in the playground, went to school, and chased after fireflies like any other kid would
You were oblivious to what was really going on behind the scenes for a long time
But then the curse was broken
And you were Princess Eilonwy once more
And you hated it - the title
"So, Princess Elionwy, what should our group project be about-"
"Don’t call me that, Henry" You huffed once, hands on your hips
Henry blinked, "But- You’re a princess"
"And you’re annoying me, just call me Elionwy or Y/N"
"… Okay"
You grinned
And just like that, at the age of ten, you were friends with Henry Mills
You ran through Storybrooke together as kids, messy and laughing, completely uninterested in titles or expectations
You were you with him
Years went by and you continued to stay friends
But then Henry left Storybrooke at eighteen, leaving you behind to write his own story
You thought you'd never see your best friend again
But he did come back
He was older and wiser
And when he sees you, you're working at a little arts and crafts shop in town
He sees you through the large window and immediately rushes in
The bell above the door signaling his arrival
You looked up, surprised
“… Eilonwy?”
“Henry?”
Then you’re both laughing, stepping closer, something warm and familiar settling between you instantly
You fall back into each other easily, but differently now
There’s more quiet, and more meaning in the pauses
He listens when you talk about pressure, about expectations you never wanted
"I just… I don’t fit the whole princess thing," You admit one evening, "I don't want to lead a kingdom or take over the family business, I want to make a change... I want to maybe work in aerospace..."
He nods, thoughtful. "You were always meant for more"
And the way he says it, so soft and so certain
It makes your chest ache
It builds slowly
In glances that linger too long, in the way he always walks you home after you hang out, in the way you start noticing little things
Like the way his voice softens when he says either of your names
The way he watches you like you’re something important
It happens on a quiet night
Stars looked down on you overhead
Storybrooke, for once, was quiet
"You ever think about what could’ve been?" You ask softly
"With us?" He asks
You hesitate, "… Yeah"
He exhales, "… All the time"
That’s all it takes
You look at him, and everything is right there.
All the years
All the almosts
All the maybes
All the 'what ifs'
"I think I’ve loved you longer than I realized" You admit
His expression softens completely, "… Yeah,” He says, "Me too"
And when he kisses you, it's gentle
It's like coming home
Henry is deeply affectionate
Hand-holding, forehead touches, soft smiles meant just for you
He respects your independence - your need for space - but always stays close enough to be there when you need him
"You don’t have to do everything alone" He reminds you
"… I know"
"… Do you?"
You sigh, leaning into him, "… I’m working on it"
Walking through the woods together, hands brushing, talking about stories and possibilities
Him reading to you; voice low, steady, calming your overthinking mind
You baking while he sits nearby, occasionally stealing ingredients
Quiet evenings where you both just exist together
Him writing, you sketching or working beside him
He leaves little notes for you, tucked into books, pockets, random places
He encourages you throughout everything
He calls you “Eil” sometimes
You rest your head on his shoulder when you’re tired
He knows when you’re overthinking before you say anything
You both find comfort in quiet, shared spaces
~~~
Disney;
Milo Thatch -
You met Milo long before either of you understood the weight of your futures
Back when his glasses were always smudged, his hair permanently disheveled, and your curiosity already outpacing everyone around you
You were the only kid who didn’t laugh when he tried to explain Atlantis, Bigfoot, and other undiscovered curiosities with wild gestures and overcomplicated vocabulary for a seven-year-old
Instead, you leaned in, eyes bright, asking questions that made him pause mid-rant
"Wait- So the language predates Latin?"
Milo blinking, stunned, "You… You understand what I’m saying?"
"Of course I do"
You’d sit side by side on library floors, surrounded by books far too advanced for your age
Him with linguistics, you with mechanical diagrams and early engineering texts
Even then, you were opposites that clicked perfectly
Milo; scattered, passionate, and lost in thought
You; structured, driven, and already building in your head
Your friendship grows
You’re his anchor
When he spirals into self-doubt, you pull him back with logic
He’s your soft place to land when your mind won’t stop running
He’ll ramble quietly beside you until your anxiety fades, not even realizing that’s what he’s doing
You run
He walks beside you sometimes, trying to keep up, half-winded and stubborn
"You run for fun?"
"Yes"
He calls you "brilliant"
You call him "ridiculous" but always with fondness
You bake when stressed and he eats everything without complaint
He loves your cupcakes and cookies
When Milo is fired, you’re the one sitting beside him in the quiet aftermath
He’s spiraling, pacing, muttering about failure
You gently interrupt, voice steady, "This doesn’t invalidate your work. It just means they couldn’t understand it. Which is there loss"
When Whitmore’s offer comes, he asks you
Not out of obligation, but because your opinion matters most
You hesitate, not because you doubt him, but because letting him go feels… Wrong
And yet...
"You should go, Milo. You’ll regret it if you don’t"
Your goodbye lingers
His hands fidgeting with his satchel strap, you adjusting his collar just to have an excuse to touch him
A pause where something almost happens, but doesn’t
It hits slowly, and then all at once
You’re in his apartment, watering his plants, reorganizing his papers into something actually functional
You catch yourself smiling at something he wrote in the margins
Then it sinks in
You don’t just miss him, you ache for him
You start sleeping in his bed - not intentionally, just gradually
You don’t question it again
He comes back two weeks later
Bursting into your apartment with excitement, only to find it empty, and the disappointment hits harder than he expected
When he gets home, everything is clean and organized
His plants thriving, books neatly stacked
Repeat, his plants are alive and thriving!
And then... You curled up in his bed, breathing softly
He gently shakes you awake
You blink, unfocused, voice soft with sleep, "Milo, you’re home… I missed you so much... So lonely without you… I wish I wasn't dreaming and you were real... You're too far away..."
And then, you pull him into bed, wrap yourself around him, and fall back to sleep
He is completely malfunctioning
His face is burning, glasses slightly crooked
"Oh. Oh dear"
And he can't escape you
Well, he could wake you up, but he doesn't want to ruin your sleep
He could skillfully slip out, but-
Well, he likes you holding onto him like he's some plush of yours
Eventually, he falls asleep, too
The next morning, you wake up warm
Too warm
You shift, and freeze
Milo
Right there
Oh god
Oh, don't wake him
Maybe you can slip out of bed-
Oh, no, he's waking up!
"G- Good morning"
"You’re back"
"Yes"
"… I'm sorry I dragged you into bed"
"… Yes"
Both of you can hardly speak, just bubbles and globs of flustered mess
Once it clicks, it’s gentle, intentional, and deeply emotional
He studies you the way he studies languages - carefully, reverently
You learn his rhythms, his habits, building your life around shared systems
Late nights translating texts while your head rests on his shoulder
Him brushing your hair behind your ear mid-conversation without realizing
You fixing his glasses before booping his nose
Museum dates where you both get lost for hours
Quiet evenings where you bake and he reads aloud beside you
Walks where he talks and you listen, occasionally correcting his logic
He gifts you old, rare books because "they reminded me of you"
You build him better storage systems for his research
He kisses your temple when he notices you overthinking
You hold his hand when he gets anxious
And he does the same for you
~~~
Disney;
Tadashi Hamada -
You didn’t meet in some soft, cinematic way
No, it was louder than that
Full of sparks, both literal and metaphorical
It was in a shared lab space, late evening, fluorescent lights humming faintly overhead
You were hunched over a prototype, brows furrowed, pencil tucked behind your ear, muttering calculations under your breath
Tadashi noticed you before you noticed him
Not because you were loud, but because you were so focused
The kind of focused that makes the rest of the room feel like background noise.
"You’re overcompensating thrust" He said casually, leaning against the doorway like he hadn’t just been watching you for a full minute.
You didn’t even look up. "I’m not"
He smiled
Oh, this was going to be fun
That’s how it started
Two very driven, very stubborn engineering students quietly sizing each other up over equations and prototypes
When you finally did look at him, slightly annoyed but intrigued, he gave you that soft, warm smile of his
From just the sight of his smile, it was hard for you to stay irritated for long
"Tadashi Hamada" He introduced, holding out his hand
You hesitated for half a second (analyzing, always analyzing), before shaking it
You say your name right back
And in that moment, something just... Clicked
Your friendship built itself on late nights and shared ambition
You became each other’s default partner for lab work
You worked really well together
Not in a bad way
You’d argue constantly
And yet, every time, your final projects came out better because of it
He started bringing you coffee during long study sessions
Always exactly how you liked it
You started bringing him snacks
Things you baked late at night when your brain wouldn’t shut off
He loved that
"You made this?" He’d say, eyes lighting up like you just handed him something priceless
"It’s just banana bread"
"No, it’s amazing banana bread"
He’d always eat the first bite slowly, like he was committing it to memory
You’d start running together sometimes
Eventually, it became routine
Quiet companionship and shared glances across rooms full of people
You didn’t realize it yet, but you had already become each other’s favorite person
He calls you “genius” in a teasing way
You roll your eyes every time, but secretly, you love it
He notices when your anxiety spikes before you say anything
He’ll gently slide a notebook toward you; "Write it out"
You always have a backup plan
He loves that about you, but also gently pushes you to let go sometimes
He lets you ramble about your research or anything really
Like, really listens
It creeps in slowly
Annoyingly slowly
You realize it first, but you refuse to acknowledge it, because feelings are messy, and you like things structured
Predictable and safe.
But then there are moments
Like the way he leans over your shoulder, close enough that you can feel his warmth
The way he smiles when you finally admit he was right about something
And even the way he says your name
For him, it’s more immediate
Tadashi falls gently, but deeply
He starts doing little things without realizing, like saving you a seat, walking you back to your dorm, and texting you "did you eat?"
There’s one night that changes everything-
You’re both in the lab, exhausted, slightly delirious from lack of sleep
Your project finally works
You laugh, really laugh, and it catches him off guard
He just… Stares at you for a second too long
"What?" You ask, a little self-conscious
He shakes his head, smiling softly, "Nothing"
You know it was absolutely not nothing, but your chest does something weird at the look he gives you
All so and sweet
Why is your heart beating so fast?
Oh
OH
You’ve had a rough week
Too much pressure, too many expectations (mostly from yourself)
You’re spiraling a little, even if you don’t show it outwardly
Tadashi finds you sitting outside, knees pulled to your chest, staring at nothing but everything
He doesn’t ask questions right away, he just sits next to you. "You don’t have to carry everything alone"
That’s what breaks you, "I know. I just… Don’t want to fail"
He turns to you fully then, "You won’t"
"You don’t know that"
"I do," He says, gently but firmly. "Because I know you"
There’s a pause
A heavy, quiet moment
And then he says it - soft, almost hesitant for the first time you’ve ever seen him unsure, rubbing the back of his neck. "I care about you. More than just… As a friend. I- I thought you'd like to know..."
You freeze
Of course you do
Your brain tries to process it logically, and fails completely
You look at him finally, and there’s something so steady, so sincere in his expression
"… I like you, too" You admit
And the way he smiles?
Gorgeous
He doesn’t rush it, he just gently takes your hand
You two are that couple
You still argue
Playfully and competitively
He kisses your temple mid-argument just to throw you off
It works every time
You both stay up late, but now his arm is around you while you work
He’s incredibly affectionate in quiet ways:
Brushing your hair behind your ear, holding your hand absentmindedly, and resting his chin on your shoulder
You’re affectionate in more subtle ways:
Fixing things for him, making him food, and staying close, even in silence
Evenings together are calm, compared to what you guys do at the university
You bake while he leans against the counter, stealing bites
You explain something complex, hands moving as you talk, and he just watches you, smiling like he’s memorizing every detail
"You’re staring again"
"Can you blame me?"
You roll your eyes,but you’re smiling
Museum dates
Science exhibits
You both get way too competitive over board games or video games
Night runs through the city, ending with sitting somewhere quiet, catching your breath together
Beach days, he insists, even if you pretend to complain
Building sandcastles together
Late-night food runs where you both look half-asleep
He keeps every little thing you’ve ever made him
Every note and every creative project
He grounds you when your thoughts spiral
You keep him focused when he gets too self-sacrificing
He loves when you let yourself relax around him
With Tadashi, love isn’t overwhelming
It warm and safe
He doesn’t try to change you
He just meets you where you are
And for someone who’s always thinking, always planning, he becomes the one place where you don’t have to
You have big dreams for your life, and you don’t intend to let anything get in the way. Especially your attraction to men, which you’ve kept hidden for years. That is, until you meet Milo James Thatch
It was something you’d thought about before, a constant presence in the back of your mind, but you’d pushed it down. It was ridiculous to think of, and you had goals and plans that it would get in the way of. If you wanted your life to amount to anything, you would have to ignore the dull longing to be with a man until the day you died.
Well, that was how you used to think. Until you met him. 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘰. Milo James Thatch, as he had introduced himself.
Fresh out of college and on a mission to do something with your life, you had made quick work of finding a moderately well paying job as an assistant budget manager at Smithsonian Institute in Washington, D.C. You had no intention of staying in Washington for very long, but you needed to think realistically about what jobs would hire a young man such as yourself.
Milo had accosted you in the hall, not two hours into your first day on the job. Shaking your hand enthusiastically, he introduced himself and barely paused to hear your name before going off on a spiel about his first days at Smithsonian. You had been surprised, yet not uncomfortable. In fact, you felt a distinct sense of contentment wash over you, and listened to him attentively until you had to excuse yourself.
Later that day, you asked one of the other men at the institute about Milo. He had looked at you with a look of poorly veiled disgust on his face.
“He’s a linguist. Works in the boiler room.” He lowered his voice a bit “If you were to ask me, I’d say he isn’t really all there. In the head, if you catch my drift.”
He’d then given you a few choice words on his theories about Milo’s romantic preferences. You had only nodded shortly at these proclamations, but you took the words to heart. You wanted a career, a life, perhaps even a legacy. Everyone you talked to about Milo seemed to feel the same way as the man, which meant that being seen with him, talking to him, was directly not in your interest. You promised yourself you’d stay away from him.
It wasn’t long before you broke that promise. Despite every ounce of your common sense telling you that you shouldn’t be, you found yourself drawn to Milo. You found that you couldn’t stay away from him. Your relationship with him grew quickly, and it wasn’t long before you were playing off being seen with him to your coworkers, mumbling half hearted excuses about your jobs simply crossing over constantly.
You grew to know Milo inside and out, and he you. You truly believed Milo was the only person you met who had understood you on such a level, and you in turn felt as though you’d never understood a person better. Milo was a breath of fresh air in the harsh, artificial reality you’d come to accept. Try as you might, you couldn’t escape him.
All this came to a head one night when the two of you stayed late in Milo’s office. It was dark except for the faint yellowish-orange glow emanating from the gas lamps scattered around the room. The room was warm, bordering hot, and the only sound was Milo’s voice as he rambled on about something or other. You weren’t really paying attention, just content to be in his presence.
The heat was stifling, you had no idea how Milo didn’t seem affected. You had already shed your coat, now you undid the top button of your shirt, pulling it away from your skin and shifting in the chair you were seated in, trying to get some relief. It didn’t help. Your heart was racing and you could feed your hands beginning to shake. You made a decision.
You stood up. Milo made no notice, continuing to talk. You approached him until you were inches apart. He was standing with his back to you, completely unaware of your presence.
“Milo…” You muttered.
He didn’t hear you.
“Milo,” You said again, this time you placed your hand on his waist and nuzzled your face into his neck.
He paused and turned his head to you, a confused, somewhat nervous smile on his face. He opened his mouth, beginning to form a question but you didn’t let him. You leaned in and pressed your lips to his, softly, you didn’t want to scare him away.
Milo didn’t really kiss you back, he didn’t close his mouth, he kept his eyes open, he didn’t even move. You pulled back, a slight sinking feeling in your chest. Perhaps you had misread him, overstepped his boundaries. Perhaps you were going to lose him, but you kept your composure.
Pulling back you looked him in the eyes. Instinctively, your hand went to the buttons on your shirt, closing the one you had opened earlier.
“Should I not have done that?” You broke the heavy silence that had fallen between you.
Milo shook his head. You felt your throat tighten, and your face grew even warmer.
“Well then. I guess I’ll be going.”
You turned, moving to the chair you had discarded your jacket on, making to pick it up, but before you could, Milo grabbed your wrist. You thought the strength in his grip was astonishing, much tighter than someone with his body should be able to do. He wasn’t making eye contact with you, and he was still shaking his head.
“No that’s not what I meant,” he was muttering quickly, almost to himself “Don’t go. Just…just come back over here.”
You obliged, you wouldn’t have been able not to if you had wanted to. He was taller than you, just enough to lean down slightly when he kissed you. And this time it was a real kiss.
One of his hands was still gripping your wrist, and his free one was trying to find a place to settle. It roamed over your shoulders, hips, back, neck, causing you to shiver slightly.
“Milo,” you whispered his name into the kiss, breathless “Milo,”
Your head was spinning and you wrapped your arm not gripped in Milo’s hand around the back of his neck to steady yourself. The kiss was open mouthed and hungry. You coaxed Milo’s tongue into your mouth. He tasted good, something smoky that you couldn’t quite place. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in the moment.
“This… is so good,” Milo mumbled. His words were strained and broken.
His voice awoke something in you. You opened your eyes and freed your arm from his grip. Grabbing his hips, you walked him backwards until the back of his knees hit the desk and his legs buckled, never once breaking the kiss. Milo clumsily pushed some books and papers off the desk so he could sit comfortably.
He pulled away from the kiss, looking up at you. His glasses were slightly askew. In the faint light you could see his skin was flushed a faint red and his pupils were blown out. The sight sent a blinding heat through your body.
“Jesus,” you muttered to yourself, before quickly beginning to fumble with the buttons of your shirt, and you shrugged it off your shoulders.
Milo began to mimic your actions, but his hands were trembling and he struggled with the buttons. He eventually gave up and pulled the shirt over his head, causing his glasses to get caught and knocking them even more askew. You made to remove them but he stopped you.
“Don’t,” He said faintly “I want to be able to see you,”
His words sent a jolt of heat straight down your body. You had already been painfully hard, but this made it nearly unbearable. You rushed into another kiss, pulling up his hips so they ground against yours. Milo was hard too and the feeling of him against you sent pleasure coursing through your veins.
He ground his hips up into yours again, this time on his own. This went on for a bit, both of you breathless and moaning, until you pulled away from the kiss with an obscene noise. Milo looked at you questioningly, but quickly stopped as you moved down to kiss his neck, biting at his prominent collarbone.
You moved down his body quickly, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses on skin, leaving bruises where you wanted, until you were sitting on your knees between his legs, one hand resting on his thigh. You looked up at him, trying to read his face.
“This is alright with you?” You needed to be sure.
Milo nodded vigorously.
“Yes, yes, please.”
He leaned over and began to fumble with his belt. You reached up, helping him. He lifted his hips, allowing you to pull his pants and boxers down around his ankles.
You wasted no time in taking him into your mouth, gripping his thigh to steady yourself. He moaned, more of a whimper than anything. His hips thrusted into your mouth and he mumbled an apology. You sighed in pleasure, causing Milo to whimper again. You closed your eyes, moving your head up and down, content to listen to Milo’s moans and whimpers.
As Milo’s noises became louder and his hips began to twitch you opened your eyes and looked up at him. His head was tossed back and his eyes were screwed up in pleasure. One of his hands was at his chest, pinching and rubbing at his hardened nipples. The sight was so unbelievably erotic, it was beautiful. Milo noticed you looking and his hand reached down to tangle in your hair. You knew he was close. You sped up your pace and his grip in your hair tightened, and then you pulled off him.
He made a sort of strangled noise, almost a sob, and pushed your head down, trying to make you continue.
“Please, please,” he breathed out, you could swear there were tears forming in his eyes.
You stood up.
“No.” You said, your voice shaky but confident. “I want you inside me.”
Milo looked up at you, shocked at your forwardness,
but then all at once, stood up. He kissed you, hard, and began pushing you towards the wall. He kicked his pants off from around his ankles. He stumbled over them, knocking you into the wall harder than he had intended. You didn’t mind.
The two of you made quick work of removing your pants and boxers, throwing them haphazardly to the side. As Milo began to kiss your neck you let out a strained moan.
“You know how?” You asked, your words coming out desperate.
He nodded. You felt an irrational pang of jealousy, knowing that Milo had been with other men, but it was quickly forgotten when he pressed two fingers to your lips. You opened your mouth, taking them in, running your tongue across them. His fingers were soft and delicate, gently feeling around your mouth.
Milo watched you with half lidded eyes, his breathing slow and loud, until he decided you’d coated his fingers enough and extracted them from your mouth.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he muttered.
You complied, surprised at how he was able to hold you up against the wall. He moved his hand down to your ass, feeling around. He found what he was looking for, and glided a finger around your hole. You gasped slightly at the sensation. Milo’s head was resting on your chest, watching his actions, seemingly curious, observing it as he might some paper or book. You groaned.
“Don’t tease, Milo.”
Milo looked at you and half nodded. You moaned, burying your face in his neck as he slid a finger into you, moving it around experimentally. Your hips jerked back, looking for more. Milo slid the second finger in, and you snapped your head up to kiss him. It was less of a kiss and more of a sharing of air, your head too clouded with pleasure to focus on kissing. Milo curled his fingers, hitting a spot that made you cry out. He did it again, getting a similar reaction and continued to move his fingers around until, satisfied, he pulled them out.
You whimpered at the loss, your hole clenching around nothing, as Milo reached down between you and began to stroke his cock, spreading the precome across it, before aligning himself with you. He pushed into you slowly, making a half sob half moan sound, and causing you to moan loudly.
“Milo,” You whispered.
You wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Don’t move yet,” Milo mumbled against your skin.
“What? Why?” Your words came out more desperate than you had intended.
“If you do, I’m going to come.” He sounded slightly embarrassed.
You complied, burying your face into Milo’s neck, relishing the closeness until Milo mumbled a soft okay.
You rolled your hips and the pleasure was instant. Milo was big, bigger than you had realized when you were sucking him off. It almost bordered on painful, but he was at an angle where he was hitting the right spot with every thrust and the pleasure drowned out most of the discomfort.
You had been with other men before, but it had always been for the physical release. Strangers you’d met in dark, rundown hotels or a man you’d locked eyes with at a college party. There had never been any underlying affection, and it had been clear with the way the men had treated you. With Milo it was different, besides the physical pleasure it felt like a seal on your relationship. It felt like you were confirming the trust you had for each other, perhaps even the love. It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. Milo moaned.
“You’re so warm…” He said, his voice soft and thick from pleasure.
You didn’t say anything back, just bit down lightly on his neck. You were so caught up in the pleasure it was hard to do anything besides cling to Milo. You struggled to continue your movement. You shook your head slightly.
“I can’t…”
Milo seemed to catch on as he grabbed your hips, moving you against him. Despite Milo being the one inside you, you had been in control up until this moment. Something about letting Milo have complete authority over you, trusting him with your body, made you want to cry. You desperately wanted to tell him you loved him, more than anything, but you were scared. What if it was too early? What if he didn’t love you and was truly just using you as a form of release as you had done with so many other men?
But, as Milo leaned in close to you, his lips brushing against your ear, something in you snapped.
“I love you,” you said softly.
Milo’s entire body tensed and he came. As he did, he whispered your name over and over like a prayer and other proclamations of love. The feeling of Milo inside you and hearing the broken way he said “I love you” sent you over the edge. You swore your vision went white as you arched your body closer to Milo, tears threatening to spill over.
You stayed there for a moment, Milo holding you up while you clung to him, then you disentangled yourself from him. Your legs were weak and there was a dull aching sensation. You leaned heavily against the wall, Milo pressed against you. You were both breathing hard and your skin was burning. Milo’s head was still buried in your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin.
Milo was the one to break the silence.
“Come home with me. Stay the night, I don’t want to be alone.”
“Of course I’ll come home with you.” You said, hardly surprised at the request.
Milo began to laugh softly.
“What’s so funny?” You asked him.
“I just love you,” He said.
You felt a warmth and a sense of peace spread through your body as you realized you’d found a home in Milo, something you’d been searching for for a long time. Any thoughts of your coworkers finding out, any fear of potential consequences were drowned out by the overwhelming desire to be with Milo. You knew he felt the same.
A/N: Requested by literally no one, this is another self indulgent fic. yes, I will continue to write shamelessly self indulgent ftm reader fics as I think there are a severe lacking amount of them. This particular fic was written at 2am so apologies for anything OOC, that doesn't make sense or is spelt wrong. Also wanted to leave it open for interpretation if your relationship also includes Kida. Entirely up to you. Enjoy?
You had gone through a lot in your life, even though by many standards you were still fairly young. Nothing it seemed weighed on you quite as heavily as the time spent gaining the trust of Milo Thatch.
He had always been a person of interest, ever since Mr. Whitmore had mentioned he’d be part of the mission to Atlantis. Rourke had been adamant to you that his inclusion on the mission could ruin the whole thing, complicating everything for everyone. There would be no pay day if the kid didn’t cooperate which is why he was left in the dark about the team's true intentions and why you were sent to the institute to keep a watchful eye on him.
At first, the task had seemed annoying to you. While everyone else was setting up preparations for the long journey ahead, you had to babysit a guy who worked in a boiler room and talked to himself. It was hardly heroic work, Rourke was definitely not putting your actual talents to use!
But over time, he became more than a target, a potential threat. You’d actually grown to consider him a friend.
He had no clue that at one point you had gone by a different name, and were born a completely different person. You had gotten used to hiding things you didn’t want people to see, and as such, he was the only person who fully saw the real you. He was the only person who didn’t switch between names when addressing you or talked down to you, like you were some monstrosity to be ashamed of.
It was nice to have a real person understand, even if he didn’t fully understand what he was doing for you and as such, you returned the favor by enthusiastically participating in discussions regarding Atlantis. It was his passion, he talked about how he dreamed to find it, to study it, to teach the world about the lessons it had to offer. At first, they seemed like fantasies to you. After all, you knew perfectly well that Rourke planned to exploit the natural resources it held as soon as he got his hands on it. Any other person nowadays who found it would do the same.
But the way he discussed preserving it, taking care of it. Well, he didn’t make you entirely a believer but it was fascinating to say the least.
None of that mattered, you realized, heart thrumming in your chest as you and the rest of the team stood on the edge of the water. Milo had disappeared with Kida underneath and although none of you really understood what it was the two were doing, Rourke suspected they were onto something. Which meant the jig was up. As soon as he came up from there, gasping for air, Milo would realize that all of his friends weren’t really his friends. He would realize you had never been his friend, he would assume you had just been pretending like everyone else and you would be alone once more.
It was agonizing to stand there, watching the water for any sign of life. Eventually though, the water rippled and Milo splashed to the surface. Wherever he’d gone, he’d clearly had to do a lot of swimming to get there and he looked exhausted. Rourke was the first one to greet him as he gasped for air.
“You have a nice swim?”
At first, you thought Milo might still be oblivious. He had a knack for seeing the best in people, something you’d always admired thoroughly about him. Sure, it was how he was so easily duped like this in the first place, but it must be nice to believe everyone you meet is inherently a decent person.
But it was clear, as he scanned the faces of all his friends that he knew something was up. You all wouldn’t be congregated like this if everything was normal.
“Hey, guys, what’s going on? What’s… What’s with all the guns?” He was still struggling to get his words out, sucking in breaths in between all of his words. You wanted to speak, but the words were caught in your throat. There was nothing you could say that would make this any easier anyway.
Instead of looking at him, your eyes found a nice patch of dirt and studied it as the conversation continued.
“Guys?”
There was the sound of an exhale as he realized what was really going on, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him again. The look of utter betrayal in his eyes would be too much for you, you were certain. Just get the money and move on, that’s what you were here for. Not catching feelings.
“I am such an idiot,” he scolded himself, slamming his hand into the rock he was gripping. “This is just another treasure hunt for you. You’re after the crystal.”
“Oh, you mean this?” Rourke asked.
Milo said something else after this and Rourke continued on with the conversation but it felt as though somebody had shoved cotton in your ears. You couldn’t hear what was being said anymore. And then suddenly, Kida also emerged from the water, immediately being grabbed by members of the team. She tried to fight back, but unfortunately, bringing a knife to a gun fight is just never a good idea.
You watched helplessly from the sidelines as Milo tried his best to explain how the crystal gave life to the Atlanteans. Without it, they would die.
For most of your life you’d sat on the sidelines, it was a view you’d gotten accustomed to. Growing up, it had always been a man's world and you’d been aware of that since the moment you could actually form coherent thoughts. You’d watched on the sidelines as men controlled everything, they were in power everywhere you looked.
Then you made the decision to become a man, because that was the only way you were going to get ahead and besides when people looked at you as a man, you didn’t feel small, weak or insignificant. You’d thought the days on the sidelines were over, but you’d been wrong. Because you weren’t truly a man, and men like Rourke would always be there to remind you of that fact. You had to sit on the sidelines while he planned and plotted to destroy a civilization none of you knew anything about.
You stood on the sidelines while Milo was tossed around in the boiler room by the people who ran the institute. You stood on the sidelines while the rest of the team gained his trust, while they all led him to his Utopia, his grandfather’s dream. And you stood there now, watching as Rourke threatened to kill an entire group of people for money.
“Not interested,” Milo ground out and you were suddenly returned to your present. His eyes drifted to you briefly, almost as if he was just seeing you here for the first time. Maybe he hadn’t been paying enough attention earlier when he scanned everyone’s faces. That look of betrayal you’d been trying to avoid before bubbled to the surface.
Rourke didn’t seem to notice the moment that passed between the two of you, he continued spewing his garbage. But Milo wasn’t backing down.
“Rourke, stop!” You stepped in between the two. Before this got any worse, you had to at least try to stop it. Someone else on the team stepped forward to grab you, but his hand came up, letting them know it was okay to leave you for the time being. With Vinny holding Milo back and Kida restrained, he didn’t seem to think there were any real threats anymore it seemed.
He chuckled, like he thought you were amusing. “Come now, (Y/n). We agreed you’d get paid after all of this. We’re not even close to being done.”
You wished you were stronger but Milo wasn’t all that strong and he still stood firmly for what he believed in. Before this sudden surge of strength was lost forever, you’d let Rourke know exactly how you felt about all of this.
“I don’t care about the money. I’m done with this.” You waved your hand for emphasis. “I will not be responsible for the deaths of all these people.”
The sound of guns cocking from behind you alerted everyone that Rourke wasn’t playing around anymore. If Milo didn’t give him exactly what he wanted, he would kill Kida. Slowly, he stepped forward, grabbing you by the arm and shoving you out of the way.
Milo called out to you but the force of the shove was hard and you lost your footing, hitting your head on the stone ground. The last thing you heard before you lost consciousness was Milo, he didn’t want to help but he had no choice. He was backed into a wall. You and Kida would suffer if he didn’t.
“I’ll help you… Just don’t touch Kida and leave him out of this.”
You awoke with a start, coughing hard. At first, you thought it had all been a bad dream and that you’d wake up back at your home in Washington. No such luck.
You were clearly still in Atlantis, there were people native to the city walking back and forth, speaking to each other in their native language. Your head throbbed but there was no sign of Milo, Kida, Rourke or any of the team. A horrible feeling hit you in the gut. It was too late, Rourke probably had the crystal and was long gone.
But then how were all the Atlanteans still walking, still living? Surely, at least some of them should be gone by now.
You swung your legs over the side of the bed they’d laid you on and someone said something. Gently hands rested on your shoulders, pushing you back down into bed. It was Milo, it seemed he had been there the entire time and you’d just missed him in your cursory glance around the room. Your head span as he spoke to you in calm soothing tones, although what he was actually saying remained a mystery to you.
“Rourke…” You groaned, as he placed a hand to your forehead softly.
“He’s been taken care of. In fact, the rest of the team, minus Rourke and Helga, left this morning. They have to report back to Mr. Whitmore.”
That you understood.
Your headache felt a little less pounding now that you knew he’d been taken care of. It didn’t even bother you that you were now stuck in Atlantis, there were worse places to be than a mythic lost city. In fact, this was sort of what you’d wanted all along. An escape from Washington, far from your family, from Rourke. From people who treated you like you were less than them.
“Milo… There’s something I need to tell you.”
He flushed slightly red and adjusted his glasses on his face. If you were in a better position, you might have teased him for being so dorky.
His eyes looked anywhere but at your own. “If it’s about the whole… boy thing, I know. Kida and I both do. Rourke told me and then the Atlanteans taking care of you confirmed it. You stood up for us, I think the least we can do in return is ignore this. If it makes you uncomfortable, that is.”
It was like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. Oftentimes, when you were first getting to know Milo, you’d thought about telling him and how he’d react. You’d often come to the consensus that he would either find you disgusting or want to know how you work and study you.
Now though, it seemed like the truth was a lot better. He was just accepting. He was fine with it, he knew and he still wanted to be your friend.
His hand came down to brush the hair out of your face. “And you’re welcome to stay here with me, I’m planning on rebuilding Atlantis alongside Kida and her people. I’m going to help them rediscover their culture, their roots…”
“I’d only get in the way.”
You hadn’t realized his hand was still by your face until he softly ran his thumb along your cheek.
“I wouldn’t mind having you in my way.”
It felt like flirting, but you were sure it wasn’t because he had something with the princess (Queen?) of Atlantis, for sure. Right?
He withdrew his hand almost as if he realized that this was weird and what he was doing was weird. He began to stammer out an apology, because even though you’d seen him calm and composed while facing Rourke he was still the loveable dork who geeked out about Atlantis and loved his grandfather.
“Are you asking me to move in with you? That’s a little forward, we haven’t even been on a first date, Milo.”
His eyes twinkled slightly behind his glasses, but his expression was unreadable. “As soon as you get out of here.”
