For the prompt: Mates, I thought I should just write 12 pages of smut.
Let our happy couple have a filthy, fun time together!
@gwynrielweeksofficial
You've Been Waiting So Long, I'm Here to Answer Your Call on Ao3 - Sneak Peek
When Emerie had opened Gwyn’s world to romance books, life was never the same again. A hunger she didn’t think she’d be able to feel again bubbled up inside her, and she needed a male to sate it.
But therein lies the problem. There was only one she wanted, and if he said no, she would literally die on the spot of embarrassment.
“Are you certain he’s not seeing anyone?” Gwyn whispered to Nesta during training.
Nesta shook her head. “He told Bryce ‘no’ when she asked if he had a partner, and I asked him again when she was asleep, and he confirmed it. He’s single.”
“Or lying… He probably has the most beautiful females in the Night Court chasing him, he’s going to laugh in my face.”
“He won’t, Gwyn. And you are smoking hot! I’m still devastated you’re not into females. I would have definitely bedded you,” Emerie reassured her with a leg squeeze.
Gwyn smiled with appreciation, “You mean that?”
Emerie nodded.
Gwyn squeezed her hand to thank her. If she was into females, Emerie would definitely be her type!
She was almost convinced… but the doubts were loud. “What would I even say to him?”
Nesta spoke in a light, singsong voice to try and imitate Gwyn, “Hi Az, I think you’re sooo handsome! Do you want to fuck me?”
Emerie burst out laughing as Gwyn smacked Nesta on the arm with a smile, “I don’t sound like that!”
“Yes, you do!” Emerie squeaked out between giggles.
"Is that what you said to Cassian?" Gwyn asked Nesta, her voice low so no one could hear them speaking.
Gwyn had never initiated contact with a male before. They were rarely allowed near the temple or nearby village, and the elder Sisters would ensure they stayed far away from the priestesses when granted permission to be in their vicinity. While her sister would often sneak out with others, Gwyn never summoned the courage to do so. Now, she deeply regrets that choice.
Nesta scoffed, “No! We were having a fight, and I kissed him to shut him up. Then things just kind of… escalated from there.” Emerie quipped nice and reached over Gwyn to high five her.
"Should I do that? Kiss him and see where it goes?" Gwyn asked tentatively. Maybe she didn’t need to ask him to sleep with her… she could just manoeuvre him to his bedroom if he was into it.
"Not the worst idea," Emerie agreed. "He stares at you all the time. I’m sure he would love for you to make the first move."
"He doesn’t stare at me," Gwyn huffed.
Emerie grabbed her face until she was looking up.
Sure enough, Azriel was watching them curiously from across the training ring. His cheeks tinged pink when her eyes caught his, and he looked away so fast she swore it would give him whiplash. His shadows danced and grew bigger, as if they were excited she was looking over at them.
She blushed, averting her own gaze. That didn’t mean anything.
is there a project ur currently working on? i go thru ur masterlist almost daily and i notice an alternate universe masterlist!
can we can a sneak peek if you are? 🥺💜 love all ur stories btw and the smut scenes are 10/10!!
Hello 👋🏾
Im glad my stories are enjoyable to you 🫶🏽 and I am currently working on a oneshot for that masterlist. I forgot to post it a while ago and its been deep in my drafts so you can now find the masterlist here (you reminded me with this ask to post it 😅)
As for a sneak peak of the one I’m writing, here ya go! 🫶🏽
Study Partner (Ot5 x Reader)
An alternate world in which the elites rule the world and have everything at their fingertips. At a top elite college, “Study Partners” - the most desirable sexual partners around the world - are assigned to the top 10% of students with the highest grades.
"Hello." you wave to them, but neither of them respond. "I'm sure you're all wondering what's going on."
"Yes, we are." Jungkook murmurs, but his eyes glue themselves to your exposed clit. It feels dirty to stare at you, especially in front of his hyungs.
"I'm Y/N. I'm a study partner." you began to speak, making your way closer to them. "You as the top 10% of students are being rewarded for keeping your grades high."
"With...?" Jimin questions. But he's sure he knows the answer.
"Sex." you answer cooly. "You can do anything you want with me, of course." you smile cutely and Jimin reddens. "All at once or one at a time."
Taehyung shakes his head and snickers. "This is crazy." but he feels his cock twitch with excitement.
"It is." you agree. "But it's a reward for working so hard. So today, you'll use me for whatever desires you have."
You're already naked, so it doesn't take long for you to stroll to the closest person - Park Jimin. You lift your leg to place your knee upon his desk, pussy - glistening and wet - flashing him.
Jimin gulps visibly, swallowing the lump in his throat. His eyes don't glance away from you to know that they're eight eyes upon him and you.
You grasp Jimin's hand and place it upon your naked breast. These men weren't going to take the first move, and you didn't blame them. It was a tradition spawning decades that study partners will be gifted to elite students with the highest grades. The tradition itself is left a secret until the time comes, former alumni vowing to not reveal it. You would never forget the look on the faces of those prior to the five men - bewildered but willing.
JILY CHALLENGE | @cesays vs @silly-little-writer first war + lily gets kidnapped and james storms in on the death eater headquarters to get her back because it just got pERSONAL you bastards.
Sirius has had a strange dream, and it inspires something in Lily.
I have played very fast and loose with this prompt, ha. I struggled to find the writing zone and so this is all that came out.
It had been snowing since last night. And not a light, pretty snow that was perfect for Christmas Eve. No. It was practically a blizzard out there with no sign of letting up soon. Normally, it wouldn’t worry Ludwig too much. He had seen much worse snowstorms and natural disasters in his lifetime as a nation, but the fact that he and Arthur were supposed to catch a flight to America was a bit nerve-wracking. He tried to distract himself from the situation by scrolling through his phone, but it was futile.
The thumping of someone coming down the stairs pulled Ludwig away from his worries. Arthur shuffled into the room, dressed in sweatpants and one of Ludwig’s hoodies. “I thought you were getting dressed,” Ludwig said as the Brit took a seat beside him.
“I was, but I just got a notification that our flight is canceled,” Arthur sighed, “looks like it’ll be just us for Christmas this year.”
“I can work with that.” Ludwig wrapped his arm around Arthur’s shoulder, noticing the sweater he was wearing. “You better give that back,” the German chuckled.
“I could tell you ‘yes,’ but we both know that would be a lie.”
Ludwig shook his head in supposed disappointment, but the smile on his face told a different story. Deep down, he loved seeing his lovers in his clothing, especially Arthur who was practically swimming in the fabric due to their size difference. The Englishman looked nothing short of adorable.
Arthur began mindlessly flipping through the T.V. channels, eventually landing on a cheesy Hallmark Christmas movie. Just as they were getting settled and the movie started, the power went out. “Of course,” Arthur groaned, heaving himself up from the couch. “Ludwig dear do you mind starting a fire? I brought some logs in earlier today. I’ll get us some flashlights and candles.”
In a matter of minutes, a fire was crackling in the fireplace; lit candles were scattered throughout the living room, hallway, and kitchen; and both Arthur and Ludwig were armed with flashlights. As Arthur took his seat, Ludwig headed over to the shelf that held all of Arthur’s pillows and blankets and grabbed a few to keep them warm and comfortable.
“Thank you, love,” Arthur hummed as Ludwig took a seat and draped a blanket across their laps.
The two settled onto the couch once more, cuddling up under the blanket and watching the flames dance within the fireplace. “So what are we going to do now?” Ludwig asked after a few minutes of silence.
Arthur thought for a moment before pushing himself up and heading downstairs. He returned moments later with a case of beer. “Care for a drink my good sir,” Arthur said with a bow, extending a can to Ludwig. The German let out a chuckle and accepted the offer.
“Now this is what I call a celebration,” Arthur laughed, taking a swig of beer, “Who wants to be at a loud party surrounded by drunkards.”
“Look who’s talking,” Ludwig teased back.
Arthur scoffed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Well, there was Alfred’s Christmas party in 1924 where you almost jumped off the balcony. Then there was the Christmas party after the meeting in 1970 where you and Francis had a drinking contest, and I had to drive the both of you home after you passed out. Then our first Christmas as a couple in 1975 where you threw up on me after your brothers challenged you to a drinking contest. You really need to stop accepting those. Then there was-”
“Okay, okay I get the picture,” Arthur hissed. “But I enjoy these quiet celebrations. Where we can just…talk and enjoy each other’s company. Just the two of us.”
Ludwig hummed in agreement, taking a sip from his own beer.
As silence set in, Arthur began softly humming familiar Christmas tunes to fill it. Ludwig couldn’t help but smile as he leaned against his lover, content just being there with Arthur.
“Well,” Arthur began as he crushed his empty can in his hand, “since we won’t make it to Alfred’s in time for the party even if planes are flying tomorrow, we might as well have some of those cookies."
“Before dinner?”
“Come on Ludwig. It’s Christmas. Live a little.”
Ludwig shook his head with a smile as the Brit headed towards the kitchen. And Arthur complained about Alfred’s diet? As much as he had reservations, Ludwig eventually reasoned that a couple of cookies wouldn’t hurt this one time. Arthur returned moments later with a platter of shortbread cookies in an array of Christmas shapes. Placing the cookies on the coffee table and cracking open another beer, he settled against Ludwig once more.
The two men shared a few cookies, a few more drinks, and a few Christmas stories, eventually recalling their very first Christmas together in 1914. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Arthur said between laughs, “We kicked your asses.”
“Oh you’re age must be catching up to you,” Ludwig teased back, a little tipsy from the alcohol, “because I distinctly remember one of my boys scoring the winning goal for us.”
“You little brat,” Arthur spat back, though there wasn’t any maliciousness in it. He grabbed a pillow and began hitting his lover with it.
Ludwig, acting quickly, grabbed a pillow as well to defend himself. Soon enough, the two lovers broke out into a pillow fight, chasing each other around the room. At one point, Arthur had thrown Ludwig off balance, and in an attempt to keep the other upright, Arthur grabbed onto him, only to crash to the floor on top of Ludwig. “Okay,” Arthur said out of breath, “I think we can both agree we won something that day.”
Ludwig gave him a smile. He lifted his hand to Arthur’s cheek, caressing the now redden skin feeling like the luckiest person in the world. The Brit’s eyes fluttered closed as he leaned into the touch.
As the two snuggled on the floor, Ludwig pulled down the blanket and wrapped it around them. Moments later the lights flickered back on.
“Well…now would be a good time to start on dinner,” Ludwig sighed.
Arthur shook his head, his grip on the German tightening.
“Come on Arthur. I’m hungry.”
“Five more minutes. That’s all I ask.”
Ludwig let out another sigh. He should have said no. He should have just shaken Arthur off him and started dinner. But he didn’t. “Fine. But only five minutes.” Let’s just say they had quite a late dinner that night.
Author’s Note: Don’t worry I’ll be getting to the prompts in my inbox soon. I was working on this fic before exams and then exams happened which distracted me from it, but I wanted to get it done before the other fics.
KnB (Kagami x Reader): Butterfly on my right shoulder - Part 1
For not the first time that day, Kagami wondered how he got himself into these things.
Oh wait, I know. It was Kise that got me into this.
Gritting his teeth, he pulled himself upright with a grunt of effort. A slight adjustment had him careening to the left. He windmilled his arms, trying to keep from falling painfully.
Kise, that smarmy bastard, was tutting as if this wasn’t all his fault. “Kagamicchi, I expected more from you. Your sense of balance is terrible.”
Moriyama, equally smug, started sprinkling salt into his wounds. “That’s right. What’s the point of growing up in America if you can’t skate?” He skated a few lazy circles around Kagami to rub it in.
“For the last time,” Kagami growled, “I grew up in L.A. Los Angeles. There isn’t exactly a pile of snow to wade around in.”
Moriyama wouldn’t let it go. “But surely you had ice rinks like this one? I mean, it isn’t winter here either.”
Kagami had to admit he had a point. The red-head chose not to exacerbate the situation by giving Moriyama more fodder, and instead concentrated on unfolding himself. On the bright side, Kasamatsu was as bad or possibly even worse off. Kaijo’s ex-captain was clenching on to a rail with a death grip, knuckles white.
Moriyama gave Kasamatsu a hearty thump on the back that almost sent his feet out from under him.
“Moriyama, you idiot, are you trying to kill me?” Kasamatsu’s voice came out even raspier than Kagami’s.
“My dear Yukio-chan, you will never get a girl like this. It’s a good thing the rink is almost empty, or I would be hiding from second-hand embarrassment.”
Kagami tottered to a standing position and looked around, surveying the area. Aside from a couple of kids, who seemed to be leaving, there was no one on the rink. He was silently congratulating himself on not having anyone witness his humiliation when a girl, about his age and dressed in black, glided out onto the ice. She gave them all a brief glance and then proceeded to ignore them, settling a pair of headphones over her hair.
Moriyama was instantly on alert. “It’s girl. A CUTE GIRL. This is the perfect opportunity to demonstrate my masculine appeal and flirt with her. Kise, come with me!”
A bewildered Kise attempted to resist. “But why do I have to get involved in your business, senpai?”
“Because you’re pretty and she will be much more susceptible to my charm with you blinding her.”
The girl in question was totally oblivious, moving in a smooth serpentine figure across the length of the rink. It brought her closer to where they were standing near the edge, and Kagami saw that Moriyama’s assessment was correct. She had a pretty, sharp face, set in concentration.
Kise continued to refuse to participate in Moriyama’s absurd plan. “I don’t want to, Moriyama-senpai. It sounds troublesome.”
The senior would not be deterred. He grabbed Kise’s arm to pull him forward. “Come now, Kise. Listen to your elders.”
Kagami saw a series of disastrous events happen in slow motion. Kise tugged his arm back, sending an unprepared Moriyama off balance. He toppled over, crashing into Kasamatsu, whose already precarious stance was instantly destroyed. Kasamatsu flailed, grabbing the not-very stable Kagami for support. Unfortunately, Kagami had been standing with his back to him, so this just made him wobblier than before and he pitched forward. His last thought as the ice came hurtling up to meet his face was that he’d never trust Kise again.
What he didn’t expect was the fall to be so…pillowy? He opened one eye, propping himself up with a hand and looked up to see a pair of cobalt blue eyes. He blinked in fascination, caught in the crystalline depths of the girl’s irises.
You, however, were not amused. The boy you had caught from falling was about half a foot taller than you, and a lot heavier. You just wanted his deadweight off.
“Say, this might be comfortable for you, but honestly I could do without this experience.” Your voice was flat.
“I…err…what?”
Kise hissed at him. “Kagamicchi, get off of her! You’re in a really embarrassing position!”
He looked down and flew back like a scalded cat. Kagami’s face sizzled, almost electric in its redness.
WAS MY FACE JUST RESTING IN HER CHEST?
He stuttered, burning in the awkwardness of the situation. “I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to…your chest was soft…I mean, I didn’t realize…I’M VERY SORRY!”
You were hardly paying attention, now that you were free of the cage that had been his body. Though you had to admit his arms, in the brief contact you had with them, had been intriguingly muscled. You suspected you could break wood on his biceps.
I wonder what he does that he’s got muscle tone like that but no sense of balance.
You slid your eyes in his direction, brushing off your clothes. He froze, waiting for the inevitable crackdown.
“Be more careful next time. It’s difficult to skate if there’s blood on the ice.” With that, you sailed away, already stepping back into the routine to set up for your jump.
Kagami watched, stunned, as you smoothly skated backward, twisted and jumped with a leg outstretched and landed in a dizzyingly fast sit spin. Kasamatsu’s voice came from behind, awed.
“That’s…amazing. It looks really dangerous.” Before Kagami could agree, Moriyama cut in.
“More importantly, let’s talk about how Kagami conveniently fell face forward on to that young lady’s chest. I’ve never even been that close to a girl, much less her…softer parts. Tell me, Kagami, how did it feel?”
All three of them stared the ace with unblinking intensity, waiting for a response.
Kagami went back to the shade of his hair again. “WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME THESE QUESTIONS? Besides, whose fault is it that I ended up doing that, anyway?!”
The culprit was unrepentant. “Kagami, you have no game.”
Kise and Kasamatsu’s face took on dubious casts. “Look at who’s talking. You’re in college and you still haven’t found anyone to put up with you, Moriyama.”
He waved it away. “Anyway, Kagami, I think you should get that young lady’s number. I think she likes you.”
The duo of sceptical faces turned into a trio as Kagami turned to Moriyama with a flabbergasted look.
Kise finally showed a modicum of sense and intervened. “I think we should just go for lunch now. Kasamatsu-senpai, lead the way.”
As Kagami followed them off the ice, he cast one last look at you, gliding across the rink, and became a little wistful.
I wish I had asked for her name.
XXX
Two weeks later, Kagami had his wish granted. In a manner of speaking. Looking back on it, he supposed he had Aomine of all people to thank for it.
Kagami growled in frustration as Aomine ducked past him, yet again, and moved into a graceful layup, the movements fluid. The second boy sauntered back, grinning, not even bothering to watch the ball fall into the net.
“5-3. My win. Again.” Aomine took a swig out of his bottle to emphasize the sentence.
“Tch. I can’t believe you became even faster than before. Was that really necessary?” Kagami wiped his face with his wristband, trying to catch his breath.
“Should have thought about that before you and Tetsu decided to bulldoze everyone at the Winter Cup. Made us all fired up. What did you think was going to happen?”
Deciding not to delve to deeply into it in case he discovered Aomine actually had a point (and what a horrifying thought that was), he shook it off and looked at the tanned figure.
“Shall we go at it one last round and call it quits?”
“Still haven’t had enough punishment? Fine then, I’ll take you on.” He sunk into a defensive position as Kagami began dribbling the ball.
Kagami decided to try something new and moved to the left, speeding up. Aomine kept up easily, eyes narrowing as he leaned forward to snatch the ball. Kagami abruptly gave the ball a sharp push downwards. Aomine was startled as the ball bounced off under him, coming up behind him in time for Kagami to dunk it into the net. The red-head landed with a victorious thud.
“Ha. Take that for punishment, Ahomine.”
The person in question had wide eyes. “What in the world was that?”
“Something I worked out with Kasamatsu-san. Though it doesn’t always work, because most players are shorter than me.”
Aomine looked down in horror. “You mean I could have permanently been disfigured?! Bakagami, were you trying to kill me, or does it just come naturally to you?”
Kagami opened his mouth to retort when he had a crawling sensation up his neck, like he was being watched. He whipped his head around to find the girl from the rink watching him with her hypnotic blue eyes. He dropped the ball in shock.
You slipped the headphones from your ears when recognition dawned. “It’s the clumsy oak tree from before. Yo.”
“You’re…I mean…um…hello? It’s nice to m-meet you!” His ears had gone red, and he was making frantic gestures.
You slid your eyes to Aomine, who was watching the whole interaction with interest and took him in.
Hmm, this one’s physique isn’t bad either. Are they still playing one-on-one? They were here when I went by half an hour ago.
You moved to put your headphones back in. “Do continue. Didn’t mean to interrupt your game. See you around.”
A hand on your wrist stilled you. You looked up to find, once again, Kagami’s sturdy form looming over you. He tugged your hand up gently. “What happened to your hand? Are you injured?”
His long fingers were rough and calloused, easily wrapping over your wrist. A bloom of warmth spread out from his touch. You replied, still sounding bored. “Nope, it’s just a sprain. I fell, it happens.”
He sucked in a breath. “Don’t tell me it’s from that day…”
You were vaguely fascinated by how his face had gone from gruff concern to abject sadness, so it took you a second to catch up. “Huh? Oh. No, this was another fall.”
Kagami had some practice with emotionally unreadable personalities (i.e. Kuroko) so even he didn’t fail to notice the way your face darkened. It was subtle, but still present. He suddenly felt the need to pick you up and press you to him.
He dropped your hand like it was on fire and backed away.
What was I thinking just now?! And since when did I just go around grabbing people?
Aomine decided enough was enough. “Oi, Bakagami. Either we finish this game or you flirt somewhere else. Don’t waste my time.”
Kagami’s already strung out nerves felt like they’d been put through the dryer. “W-what are you talking about? Shut up, Ahomine! Who said anything about f-flirting?”
You watched them go at it for a bit, face expressionless. Eventually, when you could tell no progress would be made, you spoke up.
“Is it alright if I stay and watch you guys play?”
They both stopped mid-argument and turned their heads to you. You thought their coordinated robotics were rather fascinating.
“What?” Aomine sounded annoyed. Well, more than before.
“You still have one game left, yeah? If it doesn’t bother you, I’m going to watch from over there. Whenever you guys are done bickering like five-year olds, that is.”
They both had the grace to look chastened. Kagami ruffled his hair nervously. “If…if you want to.”
You nodded and settled yourself on the bench, crossing one knee over the other. Kagami swallowed his self-consciousness and turned back to find a gleefully vengeful Aomine.
“You’re going down, Bakagami.”
In the end, it was a very close match, but Aomine won again. Somewhere along the way, he’d gotten so absorbed in the game that he’d forgotten you were there. So Kagami flinched in surprise when your voice floated out to him.
“That was really impressive. Do you guys play for your school teams?”
He looked up from his prone position on the ground to see you leaning against the base of the net. Your expression had finally shifted from indifference to one of interest. His heart skipped a beat.
Aomine mumbled from his similarly horizontal posture. “We’re the aces. Couldn’t you tell?”
“Not at all. Which school is it?”
Kagami belatedly realized introductions had never been made. “I’m Kagami Taiga, second-year ace for Seirin High. That moron over there is Aomine Daiki, second-year ace for Touou Academy.”
There was a pause as you took this in. “I see. I didn’t realize it was you two. That’s interesting. I suppose it’s my turn then. I’m ____, third-year in Komae High. Nice to meet you.”
Kagami sat up, surprised. “Y-you’re older than me? Ma’am!” You blinked, unconcerned.
Aomine lifted an eyebrow in interest. “Is that the girls-only school famous for their cute sailor uniforms?”
You nodded. “That’s the one. Oh, before I forget, here.” You held out ice-creams to the both of them.
“I was on my way back from the konbini. Take those and cool off.”
Aomine accepted his without any hesitation and bit into the popsicle with a sound of joy. “Man, that feels good. Thanks.”
Kagami, still reeling from the revelation that you were a whole year older than him, was slower. He jolted as his fingers brushed yours, sending electricity up his arm. You seemed unaffected, biting down into the popsicle with a hum. He had to turn his head away to hide his blush.
Do not think about her lips and the ice-cream. Do not. DO NOT.
He cleared his throat to distract himself. “So, um, what club are you in, ____-san?”
You released the lolly with a pop to speak. He gripped his own ice-cream harder. “None at the moment, I guess.”
Aomine sucked back the last bits of ice and inspected the wooden stick. “I guess? Wouldn’t you know if you were in a club or not?”
You seemed to curl up into yourself at the question. Kagami mentally cursed Aomine’s bluntness. He was curious too, but he didn’t want to torture the reply out of you.
Your voice was subdued when you spoke. “I did have something I liked to do until recently, but I’ve stopped. So for now, I don’t have a club. It’s probably for the best. I should focus on my exams this year.”
You clearly didn’t want to broach this subject any longer, so Kagami said the first thing that came to mind. “Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?”
Two pairs of blue eyes widened at this. Kagami realized all the implications of the statement and backpedalled.
“I mean, like, as thanks! Not a date. Or anything romantic. To thank you for the ice-cream and as an apology for knocking you over that time. It can be lunch or something. I’m a decent cook, I swear.”
Aomine seemed to have recovered from his initial shock and was now finding the whole thing hilarious. “It’s true. He might have no brains, but he can cook like he does.”
Your lips had tilted up in vague amusement. “I suppose I should take advantage then. I have high expectations of you, Kagami-kun.”
Kagami had to work hard to supress the riot of feelings that your words caused. He couldn’t believe that he’d get to meet you again. On purpose.
And she called me Kagami-kun…
He snapped back to reality to hear, Aomine Daiki, of all people, giving him dating advice. “Bakagami, you should probably exchange numbers now.”
“Eh?”
“If you want to take her out for dinner. Or do I need to pound it into your thick skull for you to get it?” Aomine’s voice managed to be low and frustrated at the same time.
“Ah. C-could I have your number please?” His heart pounded as you looked up from your bag.
“Yeah, sure. Just give me a second. I’ll give you my phone so you can give me yours too.”
Kagami gulped as you handed him your absurdly delicate looking, snow white cell phone. It looked so fragile in his hands.
I’m really doing this. I’m giving a girl my number. So we can meet up again. Coach would be proud of me.
When he was done, you snapped your phone shut and swept your gaze over him. “I’ll call you, Kagami-kun. It was fun meeting both of you. I’ll see you later then.”
He managed a coherent reply. “Okay, see you around, ____-san.” He turned to leave before he could mess this up any further.
“Oh, and Kagami-kun.” Your words stopped him midway. He turned to look over his shoulder.
“Yeah?”
You gave him a heart-stopping smile, full of secrets and laughter. “I wouldn’t mind if it were a date.”
Kagami barely heard anything Aomine said on the way home, his brain was too busy falling apart.
Steter | 6k | G
AU-gust Prompt 20: Space Colonization
The man is aesthetically pleasing by human standards, Stiles thinks. His face has proportionate features, his skin unblemished. He has the muscular structure of someone accustomed to work, or else someone who knows the value of beauty in social interactions. Sometimes, when he comes to stand over the man’s cryo-pod, Stiles wonders which of the two it is.
(As an android caretaker on a colonization vessel, Stiles finds himself horribly bored during the crew’s multi-year cryosleep. Fortunately, stowaway Peter Hale has his own plans for the journey.)
