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viennajoell · 10 months

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Love triangle

You see it was never my intention to fall for a hockey player let alone two hockey players.

My dad was the head coach of the MSU football team.

So I always had a think for football guys.

But that was until i met Rutger and Mark, who play for the Umich hockey team.

I met Rutger after a away game while i was waiting for my dad.

He was with some friends and pointed at me to them.

I pretended I didn't notice and continued to act busy on my phone.

He leaned on the wall across from me and so did his friends.

"Great game yeah?" He says breaking the awkward silence. "Yup" i nod. "You go here?" He asks. I turn off my phone and look at myself up and down, i was decked out in MSU apparel. "Yeah" i reply. "Funny" he laughs. "Mhm" i hum. "Not very talkative eh?" He smiles. "I am just not to you" i reply. He laughs and pulls out his phone then hands it to me. I just stare at him knowing exactly what he wants. "Oh come on don't make me beg" he jokes. "Maybe i like when you beg" i jokingly flirt. His eyes go wide, I chuckle and type my number into his phone then hands it back to him. "See you around sometime?" He asks. "Maybe" i reply. We both smile as him and his friends walk away.

And that's how the whole Rutger thing started.

Ever since that we would go to every sports game that our schools played against each other together.

We were never official just more of a fling.

He asked me to go to one of his games that was against MSU so of course i went.

And that how i met Mark...

I was in the tunnel waiting for him but Mark comes out first.

We lock eye contact and as cliche as it sounds we both felt something.

We talked for a bit but he wouldn't ask for my number so i took out my phone and gave it to him.

He smiles and types his number in.

"Alright see ya" he waves after we talk some more. "Bye" i reply. I smile to myself and then remember why i was here. I immediately cringe and feel dirty for what i did but soon enough got over it.

Me and Rutger were not official so might as well keep my options open you know?

Rutger soon comes out of the tunnel and invites me to a party.

I obviously go.

Rutger kept me by his side for most of night until i went to get a refill.

And thats when i saw Mark.

We lock eyes. He excuses himself and makes his way over here.

"Didn't expect to see you here" he says. "Well if there's a party im gonna be there" i reply. "Even if you dont go here?" He smiles. "That's not important" i reply. "So you here with anyone?" He asks. I think to myself for a bit before responding with "just a friend"

One thing led to another and then i was in bed naked with him asleep next to me.

I pry his arm off of my torso and sneak out.

And if it was on cue Rutger was walking down the sidewalk i was standing on waiting for my Uber.

"Hey!" He says which catches my attention. "Oh uhm hi" i say a little flustered. "What are you doin here?" He asks. "Uh I stayed with a friend" i reply. "A friend?" He raises his eyebrow. "Yes a friend, she let me stay the night" i say really empathizing on she. He smiles and nods. "Want me to wait with you?" He asks. "It's okay they should be here soon" i reply. "Alright then text me later" he says beginning to walk away. "I will" i reply.

I make it back to my dorm and immediately pass out.

I wake up to missed texts from both Mark, and Rutger.

Marks read

"Had fun last night see you again?"

And Rutgers said

"Make it home?"

I reply a simple yes to them and move on with my day.

The more days that pass the more i fell for both of them.

Rutger is so fun and laid back and Mark is so sweet.

Mark invited me to a party after another game and i went.

He had his arm around me the whole time.

Everything was going great until Rutgers friends came over.

Their happy expressions soon turned into confused ones.

"Hey y/n" one of them says. "Hey" i say awkwardly. "You know them?" Mark asks. "Something like that" i reply. "Excuse me can we talk to you for a minute" one of them said who later I found out was Seamus.

"The hell are you doing?" He asks. "I don't know what are you doing?" I reply. "I thought you were with Rutger" he replies. "We're just friends" i reply. "Well he doesn't think that" he replies. "What?" I ask confused. "Oh my god he likes you" he says sounding frustrated. "Yeah I know" I respond. "Then why are you with Mark?!" He says loudly. "Shhh me and Rutger are friends and so is me and Mark" i say turning to walk away but he grabs my wrist. "If you don't tell them i will" he threatens. I stay silent. "Or break it off with one of them" he adds. I nod and walk back to Mark.

"Hey you alright?" He asks. "Yeah just tired, i think im going to go home" i reply. "Want me to come with?" He asks. "No its okay" i give him a soft smile and walk out of the house.

It's since been days from the party and I still haven't told them or broke it off with anyone.

They both of been trying to get plans to meet up but I keep finding excuses to not go which both of them has caught on to.

I get a DM from Seamus saying that he's telling Rutger right now and that he warned me what was going to happen.

Soon after Rutger calls.

I nervously accept.

"Tell me he's lying" he says as soon as I pick up. "Rutger" im at a loss of words. I can hear him sigh heavily. "Y/n" he groans. "I know" i say. "I really liked you" he replies. "I really like you" i say sounding desperate. "And Mark" he snarks back. "Yeah and Mark" i admit. "I texted him, he hasn't replied" he replies. I sigh wanting to cry. "Listen I want to be more, it's either me or Mark" he says. I stay quiet. "Ill be waiting if you decide its me" he replies. I nod forgetting that he can't see me. He sighs once more before hanging up.

A couple tears slip then my phone rings.

It's mark

I answer just wanting to get this over with.

"Y/n" he says sounding disappointed. "I know" i say, voice shaky. "Im just going to get straight to the point, i want you so make up your mind on who you want" he says. I don't reply cause im at a loss for words. "Im going to go now but I'll always answer if you reach out" he says before hanging up not even letting me get a word in.

I have two boys that want me and i want both of them.

What the hell am i going to do?!

#umich hockey #rutger mcgroarty #mark estapa #mark estapa imagine #mark estapa x reader #rutger mcgroarty imagine #rutger mcgroarty x reader #umich hockey imagine

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beanghostprincess · 5 months

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gonna throw my sanuso idea out here for u cuz i dunno what else to do with it. im no writer but its kinda like a fic idea about sanji subconciously reaching out for/touching usopp, using the excuse that hes just so enchanted by beautiful women he cant contain himself.

it kinda begins early on, shortly after they enter the grand line. whenever sanji is swooning over nami or whatever lady, he kinda flails and bumps shoulders with usopp, sorta leans into him while hes overwhelmed with his lovesickness. and overtime it evolves into him reaching out and putting his arm around usopp and pulling him in close while he dreamily sighs about how radiant robin and nami look.

eventually down the line, he uses his swooning as an opportunity to grab usopps hand and twirl him around in a little dance. he doesnt even really realize it, but it becomes less and less about the women and more about being able to take hold of usopp and be near him and dance with him.

meanwhile the whole time usopp cant decide if hes more annoyed or flustered or jealous or what to even make of it, but in the end hes glad to be able to be close to sanji too.

AWWW!! This idea is adorable because you can do so many things with it!! Sanji doing this unconsciously at first, always going for Usopp to dance with him or take his hand etc etc when he's daydreaming about one of the girls. And Usopp doesn't mind that much because he knows how Sanji is, so he just rolls his eyes and lets him do whatever. Sometimes he'd make a comment about it or hit him to wake him up, but usually, he just deals with him.

But, of course, we know that even in canon Usopp likes to tease and jokingly flirt with Sanji. So he starts to just... Flirt back and enjoy his shenanigans more and more because Sanji always goes to him when he does these things. And at some point, Sanji just enjoys being next to Usopp so he ends up doing it just because. He says it's for the joke and it's just having a fun time with his best friend, but it's more than that.

The thing is, I think they would end up flirting more and more without girls in the picture. Sanji brings snacks to Nami and Robin and Usopp says something like "Oh, no! What about your dearest sniper?" and Usopp does not expect Sanji to joke back and say "Of course, pretty boy, how could I forget about you? Silly me" and he actually already has a snack prepared for him. They will laugh at Zoro or Law pining over Luffy by holding each other close and imitating their voices dramatically and pretending to almost kiss and they- They genuinely have fun doing it. They're just silly like that. They end up getting closer and closer and Usopp makes jokes about Sanji not paying enough attention to him when everyone can see Sanji has been even ignoring the girls around just to flirt with Usopp.

The sniper doesn't realize, but Sanji is actually down bad and the fact that they're close enough now to even kiss or hold hands jokingly with no strings attached makes him so happy. He wants more, of course, but damn he'll take what he can get, honestly.

Thinking about Sanji actually falling in love with Usopp and being all worried about it in the end, to the point where he has this crisis about confessing. Usopp thinks (because he's oblivious and dumb) that it's because of Nami. So of course, he goes to Sanji and tells him to practice his confession with him. Because Usopp doesn't think he has any chance of being with Sanji. He has already accepted it. And this way at least he can help the one he loves.

Finally, Sanji makes this beautiful confession to Usopp, saying everything he feels out loud for once, and about to kiss him, and Usopp is like "Huh, I- I think you should keep the kiss for Nami, right? You wouldn't want to waste this on someone like me" and Sanji is literally so in love with him it hurts, so he says "It would be a waste to use it on somebody that isn't you" and they kiss. And they're happy. And I love them so much-

Now they become even more annoying because their way of flirting jokingly turns into actually flirting and being clingy and the crew is soooo done with them.

#they're the cutest most adorable thing #one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso

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valentine-writes · 1 year

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be a valentino, just for you

[ tws + notes: no tws, fluff, what if i told u reader had that DAWG in em, ur jus a lil charmer! ]

↳ ft. the glamrocks + sundrop/sun & moondrop/moon

「 gn! reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

author's note: reader flirting w/ the animatronics. unparalleled charisma. look at you go u flirt!!!!!! (*´꒳`*) unedited and still Not Serious becuz i like goofin off <;3 i had to search up "cute pick up lines" for this. thoroughly embarrassed but. shhh. we stay silly :3 also why are u rizzin up tha robots?!!.??, /lh

GLAMROCK CHICA headcanons:

▸ she's completely unphased im gonna b real w/ u,,,, if ur goal was 2 fluster her u failed!!! i am sorry!!!! :(

▸ her reaction isn't really to get all blushy and shy– itz to giggle and tell you how absolutely adorable u are!! shez all like "oh my gosh u rly are jus the sweetest!!" as u try desperately to convey how u feel,,, i dont think she's oblivious!! jus that she's more casual abt this kinda stuff

▸ loveeesss cheesy pickup lines tho. she'll be thinking abt it all day if u decide to use one on her. mainly becuz she thinks they r silly and adorbz (LIKE YOU!!!!)

▸ if you use pickup lines often w/ her, eventually, she's gonna wanna do the same!!

unexpectedly one day she just goes "wait! wait wait, i got one for you too– ahem... i think i need to go to parts and services to fix my eyes– i can't seem to take them off of you!"

more hcs under the cut!!

GLAMROCK FREDDY headcanons:

▸ letz get this straight. this guy is a professional. he will very nicely and gently pretend to not notice your comments if you decide to flirt when he's doin his job. he is desperately trying not to have reaction

▸ however– if you guys are alone, if the plex has closed, etc, etc– bro. you got him blushing and giggling and shii,,, i think itz a little funnee :] u jus catch him off guard all the time with it.

▸ "i'm very flattered you'd say that" all while overheating. he may collapse. please spare his heart. he has not even the slightest idea on how to react to your charm

▸ really, he does find it endearing and enjoys how bold you are. he just can't seem to find a way to react other than luvstruck!!!! u got him wrapped around ur finger

ROXANNE WOLF headcanons:

▸ ok this goes two wayz. she scoffs at you and goes "yeah ofc u love me" OR.,,...,.. she gets all flustered and nervous

▸ i feel like the first few times you flirted w/ her, she managed to played it off cool. maybe a cocky remark, a little smirk, brushes it off– no big deal to her at all!!!

▸ hah. wrong. you've got her in her charging chamber thinking abt the thingz you've told her. animatronic equivalent of lying awake in bed Thinking,,,, when she realizes ur Genuine abt ur feelings... she jus,, like,.,. EXPOLIDOEJEODKEKZ

▸ that iz when she getz all shy!!!! like "ok, ok, shut up..." and shes looking away all nervy. always secretly worried ur jus messing w/ her– but reassure her otherwise in a genuine manner and she's. well. probably short circuiting.

give her a bit. she'll be able to communicate her feelings eventually (´u｀;) ?

MONTGOMERY GATOR headcanons:

▸ trust u were NOT tha first one 2 flirt if u caught his eye like that,,, maybe he's a little more subtle in the start. but the minute u pick up the clues and flirt back?? he iz so Caught Offguard

▸ HEZ USED TO BEING THE ONE WHO FLIRTS. NOT THE ONE WHO GETS FLIRTED WITH. he winks at you, you shoot one back– he freezes and immediately Walks Away like ok,,, no confronting the Feelings just felt there ig,.,..,

▸ your charisma has him shaken. he's considerably good at keeping calm abt ur little exchanges until he's alone in his green room thinking abt what you've said,,, wondering if u were bein earnest

▸ i feel like he often uses flirting as a way of like,, disguising his feelings as jus goofing off but,, once you two are Finally done beating around the bush w/ each other i fear you two would become insufferable to anyone else who is in the same room as you /j he getz a lot more emotionally open 2 u ^_^

SUN headcanons:

▸ if he already didn't know what to do with himeself and his feeling towards u,,, he iz DOUBLE confused now. never quite knows how to react to you.

▸ of course NEVER when he's working. no. nuh uh. but if it's jus the two of you and you decide to flirt,,, hhhnnghehehdb,,,, he iz jus SWOONING. heads over heels for REALSIES. will have his faceplate spinning as he giggles, thinking abt you and what u say

▸ i think he'd actually burst into tears if u were jus messin w/ him. just. instant sobbing on the ground. he's never met anyone with such a captivating personality– nor has he actually ever been flirted with

▸ always wishes he was jus as smooth as you. tries to flirt back but messes up the delivery and ends up making a fool outta himself A FOOL FOR YOU

MOON headcanons:

▸ makes you stand in the corner to reflect on your actions. i wanna say slash jay,,, but. well. anyways..

▸ moon does not do well with this. not at all. will tell you to knock it off or just shush you. he acts like he doesn't got time 4 ur antics he does and acts like if you stopped he wouldn't care he,,, might??.,..,. no one is ever this friendly or nice to him,,

▸ eventually, he just seems to ignore ur flirtatious actions and words completely. he's definitely not Unfazed though,,.,.. it'll be thinking of whether u really mean what you've been tellin him. worried to make a fool of himself LIKE SUN so it's easier for him to assume ur jus kiddin around

▸ if you ever choose to look him in the eye and tell him that you sincerely mean everything u say though?? yeah he's. he's gonna need a moment. terrible at processing Every Emotion He'll Start To Feel if that happens

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heartscrypt · 11 months

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Jamie, don't worry. Just like you, I've been thinking about JamiAzu and I, too, have not been able to create any content.

The best thing to do is to chew them in your head until something manifests on your canvas or paper. Alternatively, you can use this ask as an opportunity to talk about them. (I would love to hear your scenarios and headcanons because you understand them like I do.)

oh my god ok OKAY so. i had this fic idea rolling around in my head and the premise was basically like. the aftermath of twst events that didn't feature jamil or azul really heavily / only had small cameos but it was just jamil n azul reflecting (and maybe bonding) afterwards.

this whole thing was inspired by azul getting rejected by eliza in the phantom bride event LOL bc i thought jamil would get a kick out of it. i wanted to cover more events like wish upon a star (which i might talk about in a later post) or harveston or port fest but the phantom bride part i have like. Fully mapped out.

i only have this excerpt because. i lost motivation but if anyone wants to take this fic concept and do it justice they can :3 id just like to be tagged and credited

full outline is under the read more because God it is long. sorry. its also kind of incomprehensible because im incomprehensible about these two

but the ficlet for the first event, phantom bride, was going to take place a few hours after where the event canonically ends. jamil finds out azul got sooo rejected and laughs at him under his breath for a bit. says its because eliza could sense that he was fake as fuck all the time. azul gets frustrated and flustered bc the guy he wants so bad is currently mocking him for having NOOOO game. he's like "yeah well. you didn't participate b/c of kalim so you don't know what impossible standards she had"

jamils still used to deflecting when it comes to his competence so he'd dismissively say that of course he wouldn't have been a suitable candidate to woo the ghost even if kalim was guaranteed to not be involved. he's not that kind of guy. azul's Jamil Bullshit radar is ACTIVATED. he immediately insists that jamil absolutely Could've swayed eliza into wearing the ring and starts praising all of jamil's qualities with such a Genuine belief in jamil's abilities until jamil is the flustered one trying to beat azul's compliments off of him with a stick.

this part is really funny to me because in my head there's a scene before where jamil is telling azul that his approach failed because he always came off as disingenuous. and then here in this scene azul's so genuine that jamil's taken aback and in his head he's like "if he approached eliza the way he's approaching me NOW there's no way he would've failed." and then he promptly refuses to think about the implications of that thought for the rest of the fic. lol

anyways through the power of lovebombing and a few appeals to jamil's competitive side, azul goads jamil into demonstrating how he would've approached eliza to get the ghost sealing ring on her finger. jamil's pretending to be a suitor. one of jamil's rings (he's a jewelry guy no way he doesn't have a few rings) plays the role of the ghost sealing ring. and of course azul is the Substitute Eliza in their little pretend scenario so we get. these two indirectly flirting with each other in the weirdest fucking way possible. roleplay.

also there's a funny bit of azul mimicking something eliza actually did mid-scenario and jamil breaking out of character to be like "No Way ok Time out no way you aren't fucking with me right now" and azul responding like "no she really did say that" and jamil getting the most longsuffering expression on his face before slipping back into his princely character.

azul enjoys being the one "chased" by jamil for a change but he's always cognizant of the facade jamil's wearing while playing the role of eliza's prince. knows that that's just as much Not the true jamil as the "dutiful servant" jamil was, and is in return so totally lovestruck by how GOOD jamil is at being manipulative. not even swooned by the princely way jamils acting. he's falling head over heels for the fact that he KNOWS jamil is acting and in reality could not care less and yet is able to pull off such a convincing display. because azul's fucking crazy and his taste in men actually sucks so bad he sees all the red flags in jamil as fun little collectibles. he's mentally like "its so frustratingly attractive when he says something with that little smirk smile and we both know he's lying straight to my face but i cant call him out on it." GIRL. YOU ARE SO FAILCRINGE

on jamils end of things. yes he is pretending to be a "prince" for "eliza" but he's also hyperaware that this is azul pretending to be eliza for the sake of the scenario so. he gets a little sneaky. a little underhanded. starts doing and saying things that are targeted to catch Specifically azul off guard so azul gets flustered and breaks character for a split second. this is solely to fuck with azul and has Noooo other reason behind it (nevermind the fact that there is a giddy feeling jamil gets when he's able to crack the facade azul wears to see the real, vulnerable azul hiding underneath).

they go back and forth for a while, jamil pushing forward relentlessly while azul pulls away but always stays close (a complete reversal of their usual dynamic). but then jamil says something that's so completely him and definitely not part of the facade and azul forgets himself for a moment, forgets that they're playing pretend. lets his guard down completely. from jamils perspective, this startles him a little because he wasn't expecting it and he certainly wasn't expecting for azul to seem so convincingly enamored by him (it's because azul actually is but like jamil's kind of operating under the assumption that azul is incredibly fake all the time) and he REALLY doesn't know what to do with the realization that he likes the way azul is looking at him right now a lot more than he probably should like attention coming from someone he supposedly hates.

so he panics internally, shoves the ring onto azul's finger while azul is distracted, and tells him he can stop acting now because jamil proved his point that he Could've gotten the ring on eliza. azul snaps out of it and is like "ah. Yes. Acting. I'm so good at it Wouldn't you agree jamil" (hes pretending his inner monologue rn doesn't mainly consist of distressed dramatic bitch wailing and screaming. hes embarrassed abt being so vulnerable when they're both supposed to be acting he wants to crawl into an octopus pot and never come out). jamil's reply is smth like "yeah yeah whatever of course you're used to acting b/c you're a fraud" (his inner monologue also sounds like distressed screaming btw. less dramatic and more Full of dread and horror). moment of awkward silence where they just aren't looking at each other but azul's hand is still in jamil's (since jamil had to take his hand to put the ring on). worst handholding experience ever. 0/10

jamil breaks the silence. "i prefer it when you're not acting". on the surface its just a casual dig at azul's role at eliza but like THE WAY he says it. means something more. azul picks up on that, thinks back to all the times during the scene where jamil got him to break character for a second, the smug satisfaction on his face when azul sputtered or faltered. his first conclusion is "he wants me so bad" because he's delusional but then he reels it back a little and only says "i prefer your true self as well." jamil knows what THAT means well enough. he's starting to get suspicions that their dynamic isn't just "guy who is trying to exploit someone he sees as an opportunity x guy who fucking hates him because the other guy is a slimeball". he isn't sold on azul's intentions being all that pure though. he needs to bide his time, hang back and see whether this moment was a fluke.

they r still holding hands btw. neither of them has pulled away yet. jamil's the first to look down and Acknowledge it, silently swiping his thumb over the ring on azul's finger. drops the other's hand. says very nonchalantly that azul is going to keep the ring. azuls like "? haha i couldn't Possibly keep this. it's your ring". jamil smirks. says "keep it as a consolation prize. and a reminder of how badly you embarrassed yourself today". looks up through his eyelashes to watch for a reaction. azuls head nearly explodes. jamil knows in his gut that once azul recovers he's going to be Fucking Insufferable for the next few weeks flaunting that ring around everywhere and playing up the bond between himself and jamil but as he leaves, he can't find himself caring all that much about that as long as the other Does wear the ring.

#twst #jamiazu #jamie talks #txt post #the public forum #heartsprocess #oh my god sorry this is just like. Paragraphs of delusion #my bad guys. im crazy #rocking back and forth Never let me write fic #WHO LET THEM COOK 🔥🔥🔥 GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN #also immediately after drafting this i did realize azul wears gloves. my bad #ring over glove is not a good look #(jamil) allowing the guy i '“hate'' to regularly hang around me and enduring his conversation for reasons the haters will never understand #their flirting is like Actually psychological warfare #its so funny CAN YOU TWO BE NORMAL #NOT EVERYTHING NEEDS TO BE A MIND GAME

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chaewandz · 2 years

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ROSE — chapter 07: dance with me

synopsis: after she turns 18, y/n’s parents arrange a competition for young suitors in her town to compete for her love, a family tradition that brought about her parents’ marriage. twelve men are selected, but who will win her heart?

when heeseung left y/n’s space on the dance floor she found herself mimicking his iconic mischievous grin. it felt like everything in that moment was humorous. being in the presence of heeseung again? heeseung was here with the end goal of marrying her? she’s danced with eleven men so far tonight? flirting with all of them? it was laughable. ridiculous almost. all she could do was shake her head and return to her state of denial, the only thing that kept her calm throughout this entire night. sure, pretending like the biggest moment of your life is simply not happening isnt what you should do in the slightest. but, y/n couldnt handle it any other way.

switching her focus back to the task at hand, she took in the appearance of the final suitor. he was much taller than her with jet black hair, creating somewhat of an intimidating persona. but the moment she locked eyes with him, his lips slowly curved upward in a playful smirk. she couldn’t help the fact that her face mimicked the same expression just by seeing his.

noticing the way she copied him, he let out a quiet laugh and scratched the back of his neck.

“you seem nervous?” y/n observed, but it came out more like a question.

“a little.” he admitted, not breaking eye contact. “oh wait- I’m nishimura riki. I completely forgot.” he bowed before her and reached out his hand for her to take.

“grateful to be meeting you, riki.” she carefully took his hand in hers as he stood up and they began to dance.

“can I tell you a secret?” he whispered, barely even three seconds after they started swaying.

“yes?” she whispered back, an amused grin on her lips.

“the outfit’s itchy.” he raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips.

“oh really?” she raised her eyebrows equally as high, tipping her head to the side. she wasn’t surprised though, the prince-like suit did seem like it had taken hours to put on.

riki liked the way she went along with his banter, causing him to look down at their feet to avoid revealing his blushing cheeks. she joined him and watched the way their feet moved in sync to the music.

“you’re good at dancing.” he whispered, almost like he didn’t want her to hear.

instead of replying, she redirected her gaze at the floor to riki’s concentrated face. now grinning from ear to ear, she softly looked at him and how focused he was at trying not to make a mistake. she secretly hoped he’d feel her glance on him and lift his head to look at her too. but instead he kept watching their feet as they executed all of the dance steps with ease.

“I’m really nervous.” he mumbled, breaking the silence.

still watching him intently, she frowned slightly. she could tell he really was telling the truth based on how his voice slightly quivered each time he spoke.

“since we’re dancing, you don’t really have to speak.” she shrugged her shoulders, instantly making his head shoot up to look at her.

when he looked up, he realized she’d been looking at him this entire time. feeling the blood rush to his cheeks, he quickly thought of a response.

“but aren’t we supposed to be getting to know each other? Shouldnt I be telling you how great I am?” he furrowed his eyebrows.

she laughed and watched as his face softened, like her laugh was a stamp of approval that let him know he was doing a good job.

“you have plenty of time to do that.” she declared, gently squeezing his hand.

and with that, a genuine smile spread across riki’s face.

“I feel calmer when I dance with you.” he whispered, still maintaining eye contact despite the fact that he so desperately wanted to bury his face in his hands and never be seen again.

now, y/n was the one who became flustered. her confident facade faded with ease and she was left speechless at his seemingly simple comment.

sensing the silence between them that felt pulsating, riki’s mouth hung open slightly, taken aback at the reaction he’d created.

“ah- no- I’m sorry- no- forget I said anything.” he quickly spoke, eyes searching for a place other than y/n to focus on.

y/n was brought back to reality after hearing his nervous reaction and almost automatically squeezed his hand again and laughed lightly.

“riki.” she firmly stated. “remember what I said before? speaking isn’t required if you’re dancing? yeah. let’s go back to that maybe??”

he nodded and brought his gaze back to the polished hardwood floors beneath them.

“RIKI LOOK AT ME AND DANCE.” she interrupted, an amused smile on her face.

his head shot up once again, suddenly terrified he’d done something wrong.

“NO- I didn’t mean to scare you-“ she laughed, grinning from ear to ear.

“are you sure?!?!?!! i am beginning to see why you’re in line for the throne…”

thankful his playful energy returned, she jokingly rolled her eyes before staring into his own.

“you are so…” she mumbled under her breath.

“entertaining? perfect? wonderful? delightful? charming?” riki went on and on trying to fill in the blank.

“something like that.” she pursed her lips, letting a laugh escape as she saw riki break into laughter as well.

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diaryofassortedimagines · 1 year

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i’m dating this guy as a few days ago…

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he’s such a fucking FLIRT bro and i get so shy and and flustered and frozen every time and he fucking KNOWS. IT. he thinks it’s fucking funny and amusing to tease the shit out of me until i reach a mid breakdown

he always gives me this piercing eye contact and he has this *look* in his eye that says so much more than words could and i swear i really do try to look back at him but i CANTTTTT i get so shy i just feel like i’m melting and every time that happens i see his fuckinf shit faced smile out of the corner of my eye. he KNOWSSSS he fucking knows what he’s doing. he and my immature ass guy friends were also moaning like the stupid mfs they are and they were like “ur turn!” like mostly joking and i was like no nuh uh never and then i paused and said “well…” and HE LOOKED AT ME WITH THIS FUCKING SMIRK AND DARK LOOK IN HIS EYE AND SAID “oh, is that so…?” and i fucking MELTED. and then earlier him and my friends and i were playing never have i ever and fucking APPARENTLY this guy has done a LOT and each and everything he said and every time he described what he’s done he LOOKED AT ME THE WAY HE LOOKS AT ME HE WAS LITERALLY EYE FUCKING ME AS HE TOLD ME THIS AND PUT ALL THESE IMAGES OF HIM IN MY HEAD. he’s also moaned in my ear a couple times and godddddDAYUM i have to just pretend everything is fine. I HAVE TO PRETEND EVERYTHING IS FINE?????????? and i don’t even acknowledge it cause if i did idfk what i’d do to him… he also sits in… a way. like he leans back a bit and manspreads while looking me up and down and o h m y g o d BRO or at one point i was sitting on the floor and decided to lay down instead and he comes over on this spinning wheeler chair and just stays there above me and looks down at me good lord GOODLORD. he’s also OBSESSED with my perfume and he’s always smelling it and fucking moaning as he smells it from the bottle (but he never sniffs me lmao he’s so respectful of my boundaries. when he sees that i’m a little bit too flustered by the things our friends say he comes over and says “are you okay” and i nod and he gives me this pure sweet smile. and he never EVER makes those sexual jokes about me, and the only flirting he ever really does is give me those damn looks. he flirts so subtly…) or spraying it on himself and he said to my other guy friends “bro if my homie was wearing this he’d be on the floor in seconds” AND DID I LAUGH?? YES. BUT IN MY HEAD IM THINKING THAT I AM IN FACT THE ONLY ONE WEARING THIS PERFUME AND KNOWING HOW MUCH HE LIKES ME I JUST KNOW HE’S THOUGHT ABOUT IT AND THINKS ABOUT ME… THAT WAY and for whatever reason him wearing MY perfume is so fucking hot to me and he’s always sniffing his shirt and himself when he sprays it on himself and alllll i can think about is him sniffing that shirt and… yknow…….

…

yknow…

he’s so fucking ATTRACTIVE and it is so hard to control myself around him (even tho i know he doesn’t want to control himself either) but at the same time we haven’t been dating that long and still haven’t explicitly said we’re in an official relationship although it’s very heavily implied and everyone thinks we definitely are and my friend called us a couple earlier and we just looked at each other and just smiled at each other. BUT. i really do want this to work out, and i wanna take things slowly because i like him so much and i want this to last so i don’t wanna jump RIGHT into something. plus he said himself that a first kiss with an s/o should have meaning, so im doing ALL. I. CAN. to wait but oh my god bro he’s teasing the fuck out of me cause he knows how shy it makes me. also he’s constantly fucking horny lol so i mean this ain’t easy for him either. he’s just that nice and respectful of me :)

i feel like i’m in one of those bold x shy wattpad stories 💀

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years

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The Colonel and the Sergeant (Part 1)

Fandom: DC, Marvel, The Suicide Squad, Avengers, Rick Flag, Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 4615

TW: Angst, Heartbreak, Hurt/Comfort, Drinking, Running into Ex

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“Oh, come on, Rick! That is not what happened!”

“What are you talking about? That is exactly what happened!”

“I did not push you into that lake!”

Rick stared, slack jawed as he held the bar door open for you. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me? How are we still having this argument after two years? You walked up beside me, said ‘You look really hot today’ and then pushed me in the lake. In the middle of December!”

“Does that really sound like something I would do?”

“Yes, and it’s something you did do!”

“How I remember it was I walked up to you, said ‘You look really hot today’ and then you got really flustered because you thought I was flirting with you, and you fell in the lake.”

Rick shook his head. “No, ma’am. First of all, you were flirting with me, and second, if that’s true and I just fell, then how did your hand end up on my back?”

“I was just trying to grab you before you fell in. And I was not flirting. I still thought you were kind of an asshole back then.”

“Nice try, darlin’, but I’m not buying.”

You gave him a cheeky grin. “You better be. I left my wallet at home.” You get the bartender’s attention. “Two beers, Kevin. Ah, what are we kidding? Make it four.” Rick shook his head as you turned back to him. “What?”

“Can we at least pretend we’re gonna behave tonight?”

“When was the last time we came here without ordering at least four beers apiece? Just ordering two to start with is behaving.”

Suddenly, Rick noticed someone approaching you from behind. You saw his confused expression and started to turn around but froze as the stranger said, “Hey there, doll. Long time no see.”

Rick watched as the playful expression on your face slid into one of shock and disbelief. Slowly, you turned to face the newcomer, a sad smile flickering on your lips as you whispered, “How’s it going, Sarge.” Then you threw your arms around the man’s neck.

Sarge. There was only one person you ever referred to by that name. Your ex-boyfriend. The one you had been with just before you met Rick. Sergeant James “Bucky” Barnes.

You pulled back from your hug. “I can’t believe you’re here! It’s so good to see you! And wow! You cut your hair! I’ve never seen it this short.”

Rick saw the other man blush slightly as he ran his hand through his hair. “Yeah, I…I thought a change might do me good.”

“No, it looks great. God, what has it been? Like three years?”

“Two and a half, yeah. You look amazing as always.”

You blushed slightly. “You’re just saying that…. But thank you.” Just then, you seemed to remember Rick. You quickly grabbed his hand as you said, “Oh, I’m sorry. Rick, this is Bucky Barnes. You know, I’ve told you about him. Bucky, this is Colonel Rick Flag…..my boyfriend.”

Rick stuck out his hand. “Nice to meet you. Y/N’s told me a lot about you.”

“Only good things I hope.” Bucky grabbed Rick’s hand almost too firmly and Rick returned the pressure.

“Yep, she never had a single bad thing to say about you.” The two men stared each other down for a moment, then released their hold on one another.

You glanced anxiously between the two men, their exchange not going unnoticed. But you didn’t comment on it as you turned back to Bucky. “So, what are you doing here? You’re not…here for me….are you?”

Bucky quickly rushed to clarify, “No, no. I had no idea you were even in Louisiana. Sam needed a part for his boat, so I offered to drive over and pick it up. It turns out the guy won’t be finished with it for a few more hours, so I saw this bar across the street and decided to get a drink. I could barely believe my eyes when I walked in and saw you standing there.”

“Rick and I work with a special task force based out of Belle Reve Penitentiary a few miles down the road. We come here all the time between missions.”

Kevin set your four beers down on the bar top in front of you. Rick watched as Bucky’s eyes drifted to the beers then back to the two of you then back to the four beers. “Oh, I’m sorry, if you guys are meeting some people, I won’t bother you.”

You blushed deeper but tried to shrug it off. “Ah, no. Those are just for us. You know…”

Bucky smirked softly. “Yeah, I remember.” He turned to address Rick for this first time. “This one always tried to drink me under the table even though she knew I can’t really get drunk.”

“Hey! I won that one night!”

“Doll, I had lost like three pints of blood, and you insisted we raided the liquor cabinet while we waited for our extraction. I wasn’t drunk, I was going into shock.”

“Tomayto, Tomahto. You still passed out before me, so it counts as a victory!” You suddenly buried your face in your hands. “Oh God. That really makes it sound like I have a drinking problem, doesn’t it?”

“A little.” Bucky and Rick said at the same time. They glanced at each other, then quickly shifted their focus back to you.

Once again, you ignored the tension between the two men. “Buck, why don’t you join us? I’d love to catch up.” You looked at Rick. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Of course he didn’t want to spend his night off with you and your ex, but Rick knew better than to voice his objection. “Course not, darlin’. The more the merrier.” He slid his arm around your shoulder as he started steering the two of you to your usual booth. “Besides, it’ll be nice to hear more stories about you from before we met.”

You shrugged him off, glaring at his possessive move. “Great. So, a table for three tonight. Rick, can you grab the drinks?” You took Bucky’s hand and led him to a booth on the opposite side of the room from where Rick had been heading. He watched as the two of you slid in across from each other and began happily chatting.

Normally, Rick wasn’t really that jealous of a boyfriend. He knew you were out of his league, but you never made him feel that way. Anytime the two of you went out, all eyes were always on you, yet yours never wandered from Rick.

But with this guy, it was painfully clear that both of you still had feelings for each other. Rick felt a pang in his chest as he watched you grab Bucky’s gloved hand with yours, that sweet little half smile he had always thought was just reserved for him spread across your face.

You had told Rick all about your relationship with Sergeant Barnes. How the two of you had meet when he was still the Winter Soldier and you had been working with the Avengers, how you stumbled across him a year after he escaped and the two of you had fallen in love, how he was framed for a crime he didn’t commit and was forced to go on the run and how you had gone with him, how you had helped him and the other Avengers stop some crazy purple alien from disintegrating half of life in the universe, and how after four years of dating, you had just ended things. That was the one part you had remained vague on. Why.

Rick hadn’t been lying earlier when he said you never had a single bad thing to say about Bucky. You never mentioned any arguments, any issues with your physical connection, any cheating, nothing. And the one time Rick had tried to push you for details, you had shrugged him off. All you had said was it didn’t work out.

But now, seeing the two of you together, Rick couldn’t help but feel nervous. What if you remembered how much you cared for Bucky and decided to leave him? What if seeing Bucky reminded you why you broke up with him and you realized you had the same issues in your current relationship? Rick hated this entire situation but there was little he could do but grab the beers and join the pair of you at the table.

You smiled slightly at him as he handed you your drink, but then immediately turned back to your ex. “So, Bucky, you mentioned you’re here picking up a part for Sam’s boat?”

“Yeah, I’ve been helping him fix it up while he’s visiting his sister. It’s an old fishing boat that’s been in their family for years so parts are hard to find. This was the closest place that had what he needs.”

“Where do they live?”

“Over in Delacroix.”

Your eyes widened. “Are you kidding me? That’s only like two hours from here! If I would have known he was so close, I would have gone by and seen him a long time ago.” You turned to Rick. “You know Sam Wilson, don’t you? Didn't he replace you when you left Project Kovacs?”

Rick shook his head. “Yeah, but I never met him. I was gone before he ever showed up.”

“Oh, well, you would really like him.” You turned your focus back to the man across from you. “But if I recall correctly, Bucky, you couldn’t stand him. What changed?”

“…..After you…left, Sam and Steve started coming around more often and he kind of grew on me after a while. He still gets on my nerves almost constantly, but he’s a good guy.”

“So then wh-” your cell phone began to ring. Glancing at it, you groaned. “Sorry guys, it’s work. I’ll be right back.” You squeezed over Rick’s lap and hurried to the far corner of the bar.

Rick picked awkwardly at the label of his beer. He thought sitting with you and Bucky had been bad, but it was nothing compared to the awkwardness of the two men being left alone. Bucky drummed his fingers lightly on the table, looking uncertainly around the room. Finally, he sighed, “Well, I guess this is your chance.”

“My what?” Rick asked.

“Your chance. To ask me anything you want to know while she’s not around. I won’t hold anything back or hide anything so if there’s something you want to know, ask.”

“Why did you guys break up?” The words were out of Rick’s mouth almost before Bucky had finished speaking.

Bucky nodded, almost as if this was the question he had expected Rick to ask. “She never mentioned it?”

“No, all she ever said was things just didn’t work out between you two. But I can tell she still cares deeply for you…. and it seems like you may still love her too.”

“I do.” Rick was taken aback at his blunt honesty, but Bucky continued. “l never wanted to break up and if it were up to me, we would still be together. But…. I don’t even really understand what happened. One day everything seemed fine and the next she’s telling me she wants to take a break, that she needed time to think. All she said was that she loved me but something felt like it was missing. She couldn’t explain what, just that deep down she knew she needed something that our relationship wasn’t giving her. So, we broke up. And I haven’t seen her since.”

Rick could feel a cold knot forming in the pit of his stomach. If you could just walk away from the man you loved for four years without a second glance, what did that mean for your relationship with him? “So, you just let her go? You didn’t try to fight for her, get her to stay? Why?”

“Because she asked me not to. And I could never say no to that woman. If that’s what she wanted, who was I to deny her that.” Bucky took a long drink from one of the beers. “In the end, I guess I had found my soulmate, but she hadn’t found hers. And that’s what she went looking for.”

“How were you okay with that? If you loved her – still love her – as much as you say, how did you just give up?”

Bucky sighed. “Colonel, I’m not sure how much you know about me, but I was born in 1917 and, by all accounts, I should have died in 1945. So, the fact that I got to meet her at all, that I got to call her mine for four years, four years I was never supposed to have, I see that as a gift. That’s why I don’t look at it as giving up. It’s being grateful for the time I got. And I am grateful, so incredibly grateful, for having her in my life. She was there for me in my darkest moments, and she helped me claw my way back to the light. She saved me, in every way that a person can be saved.”

Rick squinted at the hardened soldier sitting across from him. “…..Did you- did you just quote Titanic?”

Bucky stared back at him, unfazed. “Yeah, and did you just recognize the fact I quoted Titanic?”

“Touché.”

“She made us watch it all the time. It is- was her favorite movie.”

“It still is. Bawls like a baby every time.”

Bucky furrowed his brow. “Really? Huh…. she never ever teared up when we watched it. I guess people change over time.” He hesitated for a second before he said, “Do you mind if I ask you a question?”

Rick tensed slightly but said, “Shoot.”

“Do you love her?”

“Of course.”

Bucky shook his head. “No, I don’t mean the casual way people say ‘I love you’ without really thinking about what those words mean. I want to know, do you love her in the way that you would do anything, risk anything, give up anything just to make her smile. Do you love her in the way that she is the last thing you think of as you drift off to sleep and she’s the first thought you have when you wake up? Do you love her in the way that you want her happiness over your own, even if that means she’s not with you? Do you love her in that way?”

Rick understood what Bucky was really asking and he felt a twinge of sadness for the man sitting across from him. But he leaned forward, looked him dead in the eye and said, “Yes. I love her in all of those ways and so many more.”

The two men stared unblinking at each other for a long time. Finally, just as Rick was about to look away, Bucky grinned and sat back with an exaggerated blink. “You know what? I believe you do. Just, please, keep an eye on our girl. She has a bad habit of putting herself into dangerous situations to protect others.”

If anyone else had referred to you as “our girl”, Rick would have punched them in the face. But somehow in the last few minutes, he felt like he had come to some weird understanding with your ex. As much as Bucky still loved you and wanted you back, he knew that wasn’t what you wanted. And he, like Rick, loved you enough to let you have the life you wanted, no matter what that meant. It also gave Rick some comfort to know that if anything ever happened to him, there was someone else out there who would be there to take care of you.

So instead of correcting Bucky’s word choice, Rick just smiled and nodded. “I will do my best.” He glanced over to where you had been standing. Watching as you hung up the phone and headed back to the table, he used this last opportunity to say, “Well, Sergeant Barnes, I feel like under different circumstances, we could have been great friends.”

Bucky gave Rick a small smile. “Colonel Flag, I was just thinking the same thing.” He climbed out of the booth just as you reached the table. “Hey, I think I’m going to head back to the shop and see if that part’s ready. Besides, I’ve taken up enough of your guys’ night.”

Your face fell. “What? Are you sure? I feel like I barely got to talk to you. I was on the stupid phone the whole time.”

“Yeah, I better get going before they close.”

“Okay. But tell Sam I’m going to drop by soon now that I know he’s so close.”

Bucky nodded. “Will do…. It was really great to see you again, doll.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “It was great to see you too, Sarge. I’ve really missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” From this angle, Rick could see the pinched, strained look on Bucky’s face and he quickly averted his eyes. But when the two of you separated, Bucky turned to Rick. “It was great meeting you. It’s nice to know she’s found such a swell guy.” He extended his hand.

Rick took it with none of the posturing or challenging air from before. “It was great to finally meet the man she’s told me so much about. I understand why she thinks so highly of you.” The two men eyed each other one more time, and with slight smiles on each of their faces, they released the handshake. Bucky nodded at you one final time and walked out of the bar.

Rick watched your eyes trail after him, a melancholy expression on your face. “You should go talk to him.”

Blinking in confusion, you turned to your boyfriend. “Wh-what? Why?”

“I know you’ve never really wanted to talk to me about why you guys broke up, but he deserves to know. Whatever you were feeling, whatever your reasoning, you should go explain because he is still clueless about it.”

“Really? He said that?”

Rick nodded. “I think it would help him move on. So, go catch him while you can. I’ll pay the tab and meet you by the truck.”

You stood on your toes and kissed Rick’s cheek. “Okay, thank you, babe. I won’t be long.” And with that, you rushed out the door.

Twenty minutes later, you and Rick were back in the truck on your way to your apartment. Rick had been able to see you and Bucky talking as he waited, leaning against the truck. He couldn’t hear what either of you were saying but it seemed pretty emotional on both sides. Finally, the two of you had embraced for what seemed like an eternity, then you hurried back to the truck, wiping tears from your eyes. You hadn’t said a word as you climbed into the passenger’s seat or for the entire ride home.

As soon as Rick pulled into the parking lot, you flung yourself out of the truck and rushed into the building. With a sigh, Rick slowly followed you. By the time he got into the apartment, you already had the shower running. Pressing his ear gently against the door to the bathroom, Rick could just barely make out your sobs over the sound of the water. He let out a deep breath as he let his voice rumble through the door, “Darlin’, I’m here if you want to talk. Or if you just want me to silently hold you, I’m here for that too. Or if you’d prefer to be on your own, I’ll be here when you want some company again. Just let me know what you need.” With that, Rick returned to the living room, sat down on the couch, and waited.

Forty-eight minutes later, you emerged from the bathroom. Shuffling into the living room, you looked like a mess. Your damp hair hung limply as it dripped water onto Rick’s old t-shirt you had commandeered as a nightshirt and your eyes were red and puffy. Yet Rick still thought you were one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen. He opened his arms and you rushed into them, curling up in his lap and nuzzling your face into his neck. Rick just held you, rubbing your back as you cried.

Finally, after you calmed down a little, he heard you mutter, “I didn’t know I was still hurting him like that. I figured by now, he would have just moved on, found somebody else. Or at least tried. I thought a clean break would be easier. I thought he understood why I did it. I feel like such a terrible person.”

“No, darlin’. You just did what you thought was best. No one can blame you for that, even Bucky. He knew you did what you had to do, he just needed some….. clarification.”

“Two and a half years, Rick. I let him suffer like this for two and a half years. The man who did nothing but love me and care for me. I dropped him like a sack of potatoes with no real explanation or justification. I just left. How could I do that to someone I loved? Who I still-” You glanced sideways at Rick, clearly hoping he didn’t catch what you were about to say.

Rick sighed. “It’s okay. It was pretty obvious just from watching the two of you, you both still have feelings for each other. I’m not gonna say it didn’t hurt, but I understand. And he did seem like a great guy.”

“He is, but Rick, it’s not like that. I…” You trailed off once again.

“I already told you, you don’t have to tell me anything about what happened that you don’t feel comfortable sharing.”

“It’s not that. I just… I have a hard time explaining what happened because honestly, I’m still not 100% sure what happened. My relationship with Bucky was amazing and I don’t regret a second of it. He was so loving, and kind, and respectful. And our physical relationship was insane! He was surprisingly adventurous for someone who grew up in the 1930’s and those metal fingers-” Rick shifted uncomfortably. “Hey, you wanted to know. But, moving on….

“Everything was great until one day, I realized that no matter how happy I was, something was missing. I didn’t know what it was, I just knew that as much as I loved him, there was something more that I needed. So, I left. And for eight months, I tried to find that missing piece, but nothing felt right. I told myself I would give it just a little more time and then I would run back to Bucky and beg him to forgive me, to take me back.” Your hand crept up until it rested on Rick’s cheek. “But that’s when I met you. And from the first time we talked, the first time we laughed, I knew I had found what I was looking for. I still don’t know what it is, but with you, I never felt that anything was missing.”

Rick smiled, thinking about what Bucky had said earlier. “You found your soulmate.”

You beamed broadly back at him. “Maybe. Maybe that’s what it was. But after I pushed you into that lake and you asked me out, I never once considered going back to Bucky again.”

Rick jumped to his feet as he yelled in triumph, knocking you onto the couch and catching you off guard. “You admit it! After all this time, I finally got you to admit it!”

“Wh-what?”

“You just said you pushed me into the lake. After almost 2 years, I got you to admit that you did in fact push me.” Rick smirked smugly at you.

You stared up at him, incredulously. “Really? I’m trying to bare my soul and that’s what you take away from this? Okay, fine. Yes, I pushed you. I liked you so I tried flirting with you. Then, like a five-year-old, I got nervous about how you would react, so I pushed you into the lake. Are you happy?”

“Very. Turns out, that’s what I was missing from this relationship.” Rick leaned in and kissed you softly, ignoring the glare you were shooting in his direction. “But all kiddin’ aside, I’m sorry if you thought I wasn’t taking what you were saying seriously. I feel the same way, darlin’. From the moment we met, it just seemed right. You’re it for me. From the bottom of my soul, as long as I have you, I don’t need anything else.”

“Really?”

“Really.” He pulled you close against his chest once again, but this time there were no tears. Instead, there was just the silent understanding that you had each found the one person you had been looking for and they were the only one who you wanted for the rest of your lives.

Finally, you pulled away. “Thank you for tonight. I know that couldn’t have been easy for you, but you handled it better than I think I could have.”

“Anything for you, darlin’. Besides, once we got over the initial awkwardness, I actually kind of liked him.”

“Really? Bucky’s great once you get to know him, but he can be a bit of an acquired taste. I used to tease him he’s kind of like a cat. Doesn’t like new people, but fiercely loyal once you gain his trust.”

“Well, I guess I gained his trust.”

“I guess I’m not surprised. You have a very trustworthy face. And it’s pretty damn handsome too.” You trailed your hand down his cheek again, before lightly tapping it. “Hey, it’s getting late, and we have a big week ahead of us. We should probably head to bed.” Rick pushed you to your feet, then you helped pull him off the couch.

As the two of you headed to the bedroom, Rick remembered something. “Oh, you never told me, what did Waller want when she called?”

“Not much, she’s just changing up our assignments for the next mission. She’s sending you to Corto Maltese with Harley, Boomer, and the rest of the team while she wants me to stay back and prep for a different assignment. Not sure why, but you know how she gets.”

Rick snorted. “Yeah. But, hey, did you see that shirt she was wearing today? I told her it looked like a gang of clowns just shit all over it.”

Your eyes bulged wildly. “There is no way you said that to her face!”

“Sure did. Just ask Economos. He thought it was hilarious. Waller….. not so much.”

“I bet she didn’t. Well, just don’t come crying to me when she plots her revenge because you know she will….. But it was a hideous shirt though.”

Rick chuckled as he saw you climb into bed and wrapped yourself up tightly in all of the sheets. Watching you snuggle down tightly, shooting him a sheepish grin, he felt as though he had never loved you more. In fact, it took all of his willpower not to march over to his closet, pull out the box he had hidden there, and drop down on one knee right here and now. But you deserved something so much more special than a late-night bedroom proposal. So, he held himself back. A few more days, darlin’. Just as soon as I get back from Corto Maltese, I’ll give you a surprise you’ll never forget. And then it’ll be just you and me….for the rest of our lives.

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bb-8 · 3 years

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Tech Savvy

Pairing: Tech x female reader Summary: You’re an ex-imperial who has a crush on Tech. He’s awkward about it. Until he’s not. Rating: Explicit (18+, minors DNI) Warnings/tags: crack treated seriously, smut, unprotected PIV, awkward flirting, oral sex, first kisses, accidental exhibitionism, lots of bad jokes, slight angst Word count: 5.4K Notes: It’s smutty crack treated seriously, guys. Read on AO3.

The planet you land on isn’t anything special. It’s a humid swamp world in the Outer Rim that offers enough seclusion for even the Empire’s Most Wanted to pass by unnoticed.

You, being the kind and selfless individual you are, decide to help with repairs while Clone Force 99 are on a supply run. It’s the first time the ship has made planet fall in weeks and everyone is a bit stir-crazy, jumping at the chance to stretch their legs. Prolonged time spent in hyperspace has that effect.

Before he left, you told Hunter that your status as an ex-Imperial put an unnecessary target on their back. You’re still wearing your Imperial uniform, after all, and you know for a fact that the Empire is not exactly merciful to deserters. Especially deserters that committed high treason. Like aiding Clone Force 99’s escape from an Imperial prison.

You definitely didn’t just jump at the chance to stay behind because Tech opted to. That would be ridiculous.

You feel your face heat at the thought.

(What? His goggles are cute.)

The truth is, there’s been something – a tension, as it were – between the two of you since you arrived on board. You know it, he knows it. You’ve been orbiting around each other for some weeks now, and this is the first time you’ve been alone –

“Can you spare a minute?” Tech calls out, pulling you away from your thoughts. You swivel in your chair and shift your attention to him, a bit surprised.

“I was beginning to think you didn’t realise I was on board,” you reply as you make your way to the cockpit where Tech is currently fiddling with some wires.

“You’re...very hard to miss,” Tech replies and your heart skips a beat. “The ship is far too small to miss another sentient being’s presence.”

“Right,” you mutter while taking a seat, trying not to sound too deflated. So maybe he didn’t feel that tension. “What do you need help with?”

“I am taking this opportunity to rewrite the ship’s central comm unit to be more covert when passing through areas with increased Imperial traffic. If I can update the ship’s communication infrastructure to resemble that of a first generation Imperial craft, then we will considerably reduce our chances of being identified. Which is why I am particularly glad you stayed behind today. Considering your, er, history.” He fiddles with a mess of wires in front of him, not once looking up.

“And here I was thinking you wanted me around because you enjoyed my company,” you playfully jab.

“There’s that, too,” Tech replies. “Though it would be advantageous if you could list all of the Imperial access codes you can remember. The computer and I can do some pattern recognition to better–,” he cut himself off and anxiously rubbed the back of his neck. “Apologies, you don’t need a long-winded explanation. If you’re happy to share, you can do so whenever you’re ready.”

You consider protesting and telling him that you find his rambling cute, but you decide not to dwell on it for his sake. You list the codes you remember from the Academy. You keep talking, relaying any tangential intel relating to access codes. If it’s irrelevant, Tech doesn’t stop you.

He is silent for a few moments analysing the data you’ve given him. You watch him closely, admiring the way his brow furrows and his lips purse while he’s concentrating.

“You trust me then?” you venture to say. You play with your hands in your lap. “Even though I was with the Empire?”

“You’re helping us now,” Tech replies, as if it’s obvious. He is still inputting data into the datapad he is holding when he continues, “You trust us, it would seem. And we were soldiers programmed upon our creation to destroy the Republic.”

You fumble over your next words.

“That’s – it’s entirely different.”

“And from my perspective, all that matters is where you are now,” he states with finality.

“Well,” you say shyly, “I like where I am.”

Tech smirks despite himself, briefly glancing up at you from his datapad.

You hold his gaze for a moment, before settling into a comfortable silence. You sit in next to him for several minutes, revelling in his closeness like a brezak basking under the Zygerrian sun. It’s only when you notice yourself blushing like a teenager that you decide to make yourself useful and actually help with repairs like you promised.

++++++++++++++++++++

“Would you mind holding this wire out of the way for me while I solder the capacitors for the localised memory bank?” Tech calls, breaking your concentration. The illumination device you were repairing could wait.

You have no idea what Tech means, if his string of words means anything, and you survey his makeshift workbench for a hint. Several panels are detached, limply dangling from a few brightly coloured wires. Tech is focusing his attention on a large panel that is plugged into a cylindrical storage device.

“Maker, that’s a big data stick,” you can’t help but mutter.

Tech makes an incoherent choking sound.

You do as requested and lean over his shoulder to take hold of the wire he specified between your thumb and forefinger. The fabric of your sleeves brushes against his shoulder armour and it feels as though there is a static shift in the air, like the air around you is alive and humming.

And Tech gulps with the contact. He types a few sets of numbers into his datapad with excess force, seriously testing the build quality of the device. His posture is especially rigid as focuses on testing the wires currently in his lap.

Your pulse is racing. It’s as if each second that passes without a confession threatens to rip apart the very fabric of reality.

“Tech?” He has to feel this too, right? “Why...why did you stay behind today?” you ask, careful to keep your voice even. You need him to say it, admit that he feels it, too. You’re desperate for it.

“You can let go now,” he replied, pointedly ignoring your question.

You let go of the wire, but make no move to step away from him. You’re acutely aware of yourself right now and suddenly self-conscious: about the deep shade of crimson enveloping your face, the way you’re breathing, the clamminess you can feel on your palms. You hope you smell alright and silently pray that any traces of caf on your breath are long gone.

Several seconds pass before Tech looks up, over his shoulder at you. His face briefly flickers with concern.

“Your flushed features and increased heart rate indicates that you are nervous,” he remarks.

Maker, is it that obvious, you cringe.

Your mouth is dry and you contemplate making an excuse, but your brain does not want to cooperate.

“Sometimes I –,” you begin. Void, here I go. “Sometimes I get nervous around you,” you admit, attempting to make your confession sound as casual as possible. You bite your bottom lip in a way that you hope will be interpreted as sensual, or, at the very least, cute.

And Tech? Tech is flustered. Like visibly shaken, blushing furiously, two-steps-away-from-hyperventilating, kind of flustered.

“Please do not be nervous,” he responds tightly. Each word is taking considerable effort to be spoken. “I already told you: we trust you. I am not a threat to you.”

The poor guy. There’s no way he can really be misinterpreting that –.

“No, no, it’s a good kind of nervous,” you attempt to clarify.

“Nervousness is not conducive to high quality work,” Tech chokes out.

“No, I mean like giddy. I feel giddy around you.”

Come on, Tech.

“Would you like a chair–.”

“Stars, Tech, I like you!”

Tech...errors. He attempts to start several sentences with no success before mumbling an excuse that he has to go, “fix the reverse polarity capacitive inductor,” which, to your knowledge, is definitely not a real thing.

So maybe that could have gone better. All things considered, he did seem affected by your admission. On the other hand, he also left the room entirely.

Your face burns with embarrassment and, hey, maybe this backwater planet could make a decent home. Maybe the swamp water would be safe for consumption and you could spend the rest of your days foraging for swamp... berries. Sure, it might be a little uncomfortable, but no less uncomfortable than staying here for one more second.

And this is why you don’t admit your feelings to anyone. Ever.

Ugh. You were so confident, too. You squeeze your eyes shut, willing yourself to transport to another star system.

The door to the ‘fresher shuts, followed by a slight scuffle of feet, and a thunk that sounds decidedly like a head hitting the door.

You briefly consider leaving the ship to attempt to meet up with the rest of the Bad Batch. It’s been far too long since you’ve breathed fresh, clean, air and you feel a second wave of self-pity wash over you as you contemplate the thought of breathing in the smell of Wrecker’s feet for several more weeks in the Marauder’s circulated air. They hadn’t been gone longer than a standard hour and there was a clear path to get into town. You could still salvage the day, you could still stretch your legs–

‘Oh you want to know why I suddenly decided to join you, Hunter, after promising I’d help fix the ship? Funny story, I was trying to seduce your brother and he rejected me!’

You physically cringe at that. On second thought, maybe just pretending this didn’t happen would be the easier option. Lesser of two evils and all that.

Well, you’ve endured worse situations than this. Swamp berries, if they exist, probably won’t offer enough sustenance anyway, you conclude. You turn your attention to fixing several access panels that require little to no attention.

++++++++++++++++++++

It takes a long while for Tech to exit the ‘fresher. The door opens with a hiss and you stiffen, not looking up until he briskly walks past you and resumes his makeshift work station in the cockpit. Once he is seated and his back is facing you and you can hear the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on his datapad, you allow your entire body to relax.

You look back down to your newest project: fixing the swivel action on a chair. You’re not entirely sure if the chair needed to swivel, or whether it was supposed to, but it does now. At least Omega would have fun with that.

“Can you spare another minute?” Tech says after a considerable stretch of silence.

His comment catches you off-guard. It’s fine, it’s fine, you are just going to pretend like nothing happened. You can just carry on helping with actual repairs like you promised.

“I’m coming,” you say, while putting your entire weight into tightening a screw.

Tech coughs slightly.

“The, uh, I need your help with the cum system. The comm system!” he stutters.

Your eyes widen and decide it’s best not to comment, furiously thinking about the fact that Tech rarely makes mistakes. You wipe your hands on your trousers and stride over to the cockpit where Tech is fiddling with some wires on his lap.

“Take these,” he says while coiling a piece of wire to make a conductor. He pushes right through the awkwardness and places a handful of resistors in your outstretched hand.

You stand there in silence for several moments before you drum your fingers on the back of his chair. He makes no move to immediately utilise the resistors, so you resign yourself to stand there and watch him work. (You suppress a sigh – you wish you weren’t attracted to him at this moment, but here you are, drawn in by his confidence and fixated on watching his nimble fingers work their magic.)

Normally, you’d have already lost your patience. But not now, not when you are trying to decipher just what exactly Tech was trying to accomplish by calling you over and ignoring you. And that’s when you realise that Tech either forgot you were there or forgot to give you whichever menial task he originally intended.

But there’s absolutely no chance that Tech makes two mistakes within the same standard year, never mind two mistakes within the same afternoon.

You start to wonder if he even has any use for the resistors. Your knowledge of technology is limited, but you really don’t see how they’d be useful with his current task. Maybe this is Tech’s uncharacteristically inefficient way to try to initiate conversation. You really hope you’re not completely misreading the situation, but it’s not like you have any pride left to lose.

“Why did you stay behind today, Tech?” you ask quietly, voice tinged with apprehension and perhaps an unmistakable eagerness. You phrase it more like a statement than a question this time.

He continues to fidget, his leg bouncing anxiously as he works.

“I did some research,” he blurts. “Regarding intimacy between human males and human females.”

Huh.

“I read the specifics on how to kiss,” he continues, “but I fear that I am a bit out of my depth as to how I am supposed to initiate it.” He is still fussing with the wires in his lap, not quite able to look up at you.

“You...want to kiss?” you surmise, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. “Me?”

“Very much so.”

A grin breaks across your face and the sharp sting of Tech’s previous rejection immediately melts away. You deposit the handful of resistors in a tray containing various tools Tech had been using throughout the day before taking a tentative step forward from behind the chair. He cranes his neck to look at you, an unfamiliar expression that you’re not quite able to decipher written across his face.

You reach your hand out to caress his cheek, and sliding your hand down to his chin to guide it upwards as you bend down to bring your lips to his. The kiss is chaste, at first, but Tech proves himself a quick study as slightly parts his lips to deepen the kiss. His goggles nudge against your face and you’re pretty sure you’re leaving a greasy cheek print on one of them.

You pull away to gauge his reaction.

“Was that... satisfactory?” he asks, seemingly dazed. His eyes are hooded and still focused on your lips.

“It was perfect.” You offer a small smile.

He removes the goggles to clean one side of them with a nearby cloth. So you were leaving a cheek print. Once his goggles are back in place, he’s looking at you like he can’t quite believe you’re real, his golden brown eyes blinking owlishly at you.

“I apologise for leaving you earlier. I did not anticipate you returning my affections – it did not seem probable. And I was, regrettably, not prepared,” he mumbles.

“Probable?” It’s your turn to malfunction. You want to usher a thousand reassurances at once.

“Well, no.” Tech shifts his weight uncomfortably, not quite able to meet your eyes. “Hunter or Crosshair usually are the ones who capture the affections of –,”

“I like your goggles,” you interrupt in a rush before you surge forward to press your lips against his, hoping to convey just how much you return his affections. It’s a messy, urgent kiss that Tech returns with equal fervour. His fingers find their way into your hair, pulling you closer.

When you finally break the kiss, you straighten your back and take both of his hands in yours and take small, hesitant steps backwards, encouraging Tech to stand. As he does, the project he is working on slides off of his lap and clatters to the floor. He pays it no attention as he closes the distance between you, his eyes darkened with lust. He kisses you with renewed purpose as his hands wrap around your waist, roaming across your body, before they settle firmly on your ass.

Your hips grind into his codpiece and Tech lets out a low groan that goes straight to your core. He moves to kiss the curve of your neck, sucking at the delicate skin and making you squirm. The dampness between your legs becomes apparent and you press yourself closer to him, desperate for friction where you need it the most. As if he can read your mind, he trails a hand from your ass and places it between your legs, grazing over your clit before cupping your cunt. You involuntarily rock into his hand and moan into his mouth, hardly recognising the sounds you’re making.

Tech’s hand abruptly stills as he draws back to meet your eyes. His expression mirrors yours: searching wide eyes filled with longing, a silent acknowledgement passes between you as you reach the point of no return.

And in that moment you are struck with the urge to want nothing more than his cock in your mouth.

“Can I?” you blurt, glancing downward, hoping he is able to intuit exactly what you are suggesting in that moment.

“You may.” You allow the grammatical correction to slip by. “But I’ve never–,” he begins.

You don’t break eye contact and you begin to drop to your knees. He’s looking at you with his eyes wide, mouth slack. Tech’s bulged codpiece is mere inches from your face, and it’s in that moment that you realise that you have no idea how to undress this man.

And this, this is when you start to worry.

Does it have a latch? Does it even come off?

Your eyes dart from left to right looking for some sort of hint as to how it could be removed. You’re half tempted to just plant a smooch on the armour or the kiss inside of his thigh and pretend that all of this was intentional.

“I can get that,” Tech helpfully chimes in, blessedly oblivious to your internal struggle. He removes the pelvic plate with ease and, to your relief, you can see the shape of his erection straining under a layer of thick black fabric. Black fabric that conforms to his body shape exceedingly well. You reach out to feel his length, gently cupping his balls through the fabric before applying more pressure as you palm his shaft. He soft groan escapes his lips.

It catches you a little off guard, actually, to see him so hard. Knowing he’s been hard underneath his armour this entire time. Wondering when else he’s been hard and you had been none the wiser.

His cock has an attractive silhouette – it’s thicker than you expected and you can feel the patch of pre-cum that dampens the black fabric near his tip. You reach for his waistband and pull it down before slowly wrapping a hand around his shaft. He hisses with the contact and brings a white-knuckled fist to his lips.

You peer up at him through your lashes and you lick your lips, preparing to tease him a bit before taking him as deep as you can manage.

And that’s when something inside Tech snaps.

He looks down at you with wild eyes and places his hand on the back of your head to guide your mouth to his cock, apparently unable to continue the role of a passive observer for any longer. Clearly intent at putting his newfound research to good use. You lick a wet stripe from the base to the tip, before taking him in your mouth, the pre-cum tangy on your tongue. His grip tightens on your hair the same time he tilts his hips forward to push his cock further and you hollow your cheeks, sucking hard enough to make Tech groan and his knees buckle. He braces himself against the back of the pilot’s chair, captivated at the sight your mouth stretched around his length.

You begin to bob your head in a steady rhythm, taking him as deep as you’re able. You drag your tongue and press it flush on the underside of his cock, looking up at Tech with wide doe eyes, batting your eyelashes prettily as he struggles to maintain composure. You continue your pace until sweat starts to bead at his temple and his breathing becomes less controlled.

Patience isn’t your strong point and you’re too pent up not to touch yourself. You bring your free hand down your trousers, between your thighs, running your fingers through your wet folds and hum at the sensation. Tech’s hips stutter with the vibrations and his face contorts in what looks like a pained grimace. He takes a miniature step back and your lips leave his cock with a pop. He’s breathing heavily now and his weeping cock is painfully hard, his balls tight.

“I don’t want to finish in your mouth, mesh’la,” he pants, voice low.

You nod dumbly, currently unable to form a coherent thought or tear your eyes away from his erect length, only inches away from your face.

Tech takes hold of both of your forearms, helping you get to your feet, before wrapping his hands around your thighs, picking you up with surprising ease. You lock your thighs around his torso as he strides over to press you against one of the auxiliary control panels adjacent to the co-pilot’s chair in the cockpit. The incline on the panel is steep and the pressure of his hips against yours is the only thing keeping you from sliding down.

“Let me taste you,” Tech groans against your ear.

You let out a frustrated whine and desperately move to unclasp your trousers as Tech works to open your shirt. You shudder once the cool air hits your sweat-dampened skin and Tech messily palms your exposed breast while nipping at your neck. He helps you shimmy out of your clothing while holding you in firmly place before discarding them on the floor of he Marauder.

And this is how you find yourself spread eagle on the Marauder's control panel in possibly the most undignified position you’ve ever been in.

He goes to remove his goggles and you stop him.

“If they’re not uncomfortable for you, I’d like for you to leave them on.” He quirks a brow at you, quizzical. “What? I told you that they’re cute.”

His face evolves from sceptical to bashful in a few moments.

“Very well, then. I can leave them on.”

Tech moves his hands under your thighs as he lowers himself, draping your legs across each of his shoulders with surprising gentleness for a man who looks like he is ready to devour you. Once he’s on his knees and comfortably supporting your weight, keeping you pressed against the console, he places an open-mouthed kiss on the inside of your thigh.

“A-are you okay with this?” you manage to stutter out. It’s not like you haven’t pictured his head between your thighs before, but something about his head actually being between your thighs fills you with a nervousness you hadn’t anticipated.

He mumbles his assurances against your clit. He begins with slow, languid licks and you suck in a sharp breath as you feel yourself craving more and have to stop yourself from violently bucking your hips up.

Okay, so he’s actually really good at this. You know you really shouldn’t be that surprised, Tech is nothing if not thorough with his research and it’s, er, practical applications. Any thoughts of humour at Tech’s expense are, however, ripped from your mind when he sinks a single finger inside your cunt. His finger curls with a precision that only Tech could manage and you moan in encouragement as he pumps it in and out.

You squirm when he hits the spot that makes you want to beg for more and you feel your bare ass hit a button on the console. The next thing you hear is a soft swish swish sound of the Marauder's screen wipers that you inadvertently turned on. Mercifully, it doesn’t break Tech’s concentration and his hands continue to grip your hips, holding your cunt to his face.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you chant. You writhe again and another button sounds its activation. Nothing immediately makes itself known. You hope it’s not something like a proton torpedo firing into the swampy area the Marauder landed in. Not because there’s anything nearby, but because you’ll die if Tech stops here.

He moans into your core as he brings a hand down to grip his leaking cock, desperate for some friction.

“Kriff,” you grunt at the sight of him fucking his fist, only to hear Tech utter the same exclamation at the same time.

“Is there an echo in here or something?” You smile at him, offering a half-laugh before your face contorts with pleasure once again and you hiss through your teeth.

“Yes?” a new, tinny voice chimes in on the overhead speaker system. “This is Echo... You’ve, uh, turned on the short range comm system.”

You knew Tech was a good soldier, but the reflexes in which he slammed the short range comm transmitter with his free hand surprised you. He didn’t move himself from between your thighs and skilfully cut off the transmission while continuing to work your clit with his tongue and your cunt with his finger.

Before you could die from embarrassment and wonder just how much Echo and the rest of the Batch heard, Tech adds another finger and your entire body jerks and tenses.

“I’ve – ah, right there – Maker, that feels good. I’ve never been with anyone who is patient enough to let me come,” you manage to say through gritted teeth.

“My research indicated that it can take around 20 standard minutes for women to orgasm if properly relaxed, why would others stop prematurely?” Tech replies, only briefly removing his mouth from your cunt to reply.

“Selfishness?” you guess.

Tech seemed to take your admission (and ability to form sentences) personally, clearly intent on rendering you incapacitated. He returns to his attention to your clit and maintains his rhythm, teasing a third finger near your entrance. You whine at the sensation and move to hold Tech’s head in place, because if he stops now, there’s no way you’ll ever forgive him. The pressure that’s been mounting in your core finally, finally peaks and your entire body tenses as you surrender to your climax.

“Tech,” you whine, unable to formulate thoughts, let alone words.

He assures you with a soft groan and tightens his grip on your hip. He can feel your walls clenching around his fingers as he guides you through your climax.

As you come down from your orgasm, you feel like you’ve spent a year in bacta. You can’t move. Honestly, your bones are like Andorian jelly. The feeling is only temporary, however, as you’re overcome with the desire – no, need – to be filled.

“In me,” you urge. “Now.”

He adjusts his goggles and looks at you, spread out, completely ready for him.

“Lie back then.”

Tech settles between your thighs and nudges his cock head against your entrance. He takes a breath to steady himself, rubbing his length through your folds, covering it in your arousal.

“So wet and ready for me, mesh’la.”

Your hands wildly grasp at his chest plate, fingernails scratching along the plastoid, desperate to hold onto anything to anchor you. You meet his mouth with a graceless kiss, before he finally sinks into you.

“You’re tight,” he grits out.

He waits a few moments letting you adjust to his size before he begins to move. He restrains himself, slowly rolling his hips as your cunt stretches around his length.

“More,” you plead, breathlessly. “Please.”

Your encouragement is all he needs before he snaps his hips against yours, setting an unrelenting rhythm. He rocks into you harder with each thrust of his hips, his plastoid leg places slapping your skin.

“You feel so good, cyar'ika,” he pants. You surge upwards to greet his lips with a messy kiss, which only spurs him on to fuck you faster. “You’re, ah, taking me so well.”

“Fuck –,” you whine.

His grip tightens and his whole body starts to tense – he’s dangerously close to coming undone. And that’s when you notice his pace start to slow, his movements clearly distracted.

“Tech?” you mumble. You focus your eyes on his face and he looks dazed, you can practically hear him thinking. You’re about to ask him what’s wrong, but he doesn’t give you any time to panic.

“Elevate your hips by seven to ten degrees,” he states through heavy breaths.

“What?” Definitely not what you were expecting him to say.

Tech seems unfazed by your apparent annoyance. He wordlessly repositions himself, grabbing both of your hips and raising them slightly, holding your body up so it’s just the sharp incline of the console and Tech’s hands keeping you in place.

He began thrusting in earnest again, his eyes screwing shut in pleasure. And, Maker, he was right. The new angle hits a spot that makes your toes curl and you lose the ability to speak almost instantly and mewl helplessly as Tech fucks into you.

You made an undignified noise as you gripped his bicep, desperate to hold onto something, feeling the pressure mount in your core. With Tech’s hands busy holding you in place as he maintains a brutal pace, you bring a hand down to your clit, still wet with spit and your own essence. You barely have to touch yourself before you feel your body screaming for release.

“’M coming,” is all the warning you are able to give him before your cunt spasms around his twitching cock as your vision whites out. Tech grunts at the sensation, unable to hold his own climax off any longer.

“Where do you want me to –,” he grates out.

“Anywhere,” you cut him off, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm. “Just want to feel you.”

“Fuck, mesh’la, I’m going to come,” Tech groans, desperately chasing his release with harsh thrusts. His hips forcefully buck into you before his cock stiffens and he spills himself inside of you. He buries his face in your neck, slowly pumping you full of his cum, before he slumps against you. “Bid jate par me,” he mumbles into your neck, barely audible. “Gotal par me.”

You don’t know Mando’a, but whatever he is saying, the way he is saying it, sends a pleasant chill over your body.

You’re both still breathing heavily when Tech gingerly places you back down with a surprising gentleness for someone who had just been fucking you within an inch of your life. He’s in no rush to remove himself from you, but when his softened cock does slip out and his cum leaks out of you and onto the console, he helps you slide down. When your feet touch the floor, your legs wobble slightly and Tech has to grasp your forearms to steady you, softly chuckling at the state you’re in.

And when you look at him, he looks positively debauched. Sated, but debauched. You probably look worse.

In one swift motion he bends down, brings an arm down under your knees, and lifts you up. You wrap your arms around your neck while he carries you to his bunk. His cool armour against your overheated skin is a welcome sensation and you press yourself closer.

“Your research paid off,” you mumble into his chest as he sets you down on his bed.

“Please do not act so surprised by that.”

++++++++++++++++++++

You and Tech aren’t quite finished with the repairs by the time the Batch return hours later, long after the moons have risen and the bioluminescent plants surrounding the ship have begun to glow. If the squad notice you’re sitting a bit too close to Tech, your thigh pressing comfortably against his, they don’t say anything.

Neither of you were expecting to defile the Marauder all day and Tech was frantically fixing the lever on a storage hatch access panel, attempting to make up for lost time.

“Wrecker!” Echo shouts. “Clean up after yourself, for kriff’s sake.”

“Why?” Wrecker drawls, stomping towards the cockpit. “What did I do this time?”

“You’ve spilled your juice on the console again, all the keys are stuck in place.”

The access lever snaps clean off in Tech’s hands.

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pacify her - bakugo x reader

“...but was he yours if he wanted me so bad?”

author’s note: this baby's for the decadence collab. - thank you to @sugawara-sweetheart for allowing me to participate in your lovely event. i hope you and everyone else enjoys!

warnings: smut, mutual pining, infidelity, cum, unprotected sex, perv bakugo?, male masturbation, fantasizing about reader, car sex... filthy car sex, light degradation

Your relationship with Katsuki was far from appropriate. Especially since he was already spoken for. Yep, Katsuki and your best friend had been dating for a few months now much to your dismay. Still, the chemistry you two had was so natural. You talked so fluidly, conversations flowing like water since you had so many things in common unlike her. You totally called dibs on him. You just hoped your friend would respect you enough to avoid him. Ha.

She started flirting with him right in front of you, dangling him in front of your face like a treat for a puppy. When she kissed him, she marked her territory for good so it seemed.

But even after they started seeing each other, Bakugo’s interest in you never faltered. His eyes always followed your curves when you came over his girl friend’s house for game night, ass begging to be groped and spanked sore. He flirted with you slyly from time to time, winking at you behind his girlfriend’s back or grabbing your hips when he needed to get by you- his crotch somehow finding its way to your ass to brush against it. He wanted you and he always made that so clear with every nibble of his bottom lip as you walked by.

The attention is why you dressed the way you did. A message of, “This could be all yours” written in every short skirt and high heel you adorned your pretty body in, just further decorating his meal. Oh shit. He almost forgot he had a girlfriend. He just wished he hadn’t fucked his fist to the thought of your tight cunt squeezing his cock snugly, his hot cum oozing from the tip with a hiss and a grunt while she slept peacfully. He wished he hadn’t replaced his girlfriend’s face with yours as he rutted his hips into the soft skin of her ass, imagining he was inside you instead.

It was game night when your relationship went just a bit too far. Your best friend invited you over to their shared apartment, he of course sitting in the living room pretending to be inconvenienced by the whole thing as usual to not blow his cover. You walk in, looking as scandalous as always, hugging her as you wink behind her back at him - licking your lips to seal the deal.

“So glad you came, Y/N. We have so much to catch up on.” She said, smiling at you genuinely. You smile back with a glint of mischief in your eye.

“That we do.”

You spend the night with mindless chatter and shitty wine coolers, the ones she always drank. He sat beside her, watching the sports event that was playing on the television with a sigh of disinterest. She gushed about their new apartment and their new life and how their getting a puppy and blah. blah. blah.

All of her irrelevant blabbering went through one ear and out the other as you gawk at her boyfriend with “fuck me eyes”. He was so gorgeous. How’d a basic bitch like her land him? His blonde hair sat in a nuzzled, careless messy atop his head. Crimson eyes that grabbed you by the throat and told you to take it like a good girl. His body was sex itself. All you could think about were the absolutely raunchy thing you wanted to do to him right now.

“I-I’m gonna run to my car real fast, okay? I’ll be right back.” You say, flustered. Your best friend sends you away with a jovial response, you grabbing your keys and walking outside to your car. Once you unlock your car, you fan yourself, your thoughts overtaking you more than you thought. It all happened so fast as you leaned back into the seat, hiked up your leg onto the steering wheel and shoved your hands down your panties from under your skirt. Your other hand catches your breast, pinching and playing with your nipple as you cry out his name.

“Katsuki..”

It was like he was summoned. Your movements halt with the sound of abrupt tapping on the window of the passenger’s seat. And there he stood outside under the warm glow of the street light above him, his bottom lip caught under his teeth at the sight of you playing with that pretty pussy of yours. You sit there for a while before opening the door and letting him in. He grabs your wrist and sucks on your fingers, savoring your sweetness with a groan.

“Been waitin’ to get my hands on you.” He grunts before kissing you, making you taste yourself on his lips.

And that’s how you ended up under him, your legs hitting the ceiling as his cock plunged deep inside your aching cunt.

“Dirty fuckin’ whore. Getting off to me and your friend’s just inside, huh? You’re fuckin’ sick.” He smirked, licking his thumb before flicking your swelled clit with a groan, eyes closing in bliss when he feels you clamp down on him. You cover your mouth as if the whole neighborhood could hear your whorish screams, the car rocking back and forth with rusty squeaks as Katsuki demolished you. He suddenly disconnects himself from you, slapping your thigh and telling you to bend over.

Of course you flip your ass right ‘round, lowering your pretty pussy onto his cock with a drawn out whine. Katsuki meets your ass with his hips, his thrusts deep and purposeful. It was beautiful.

“Shit.. you fuck your girlfriend like this?” You mutter, your hands supporting your balance against the window as you back your ass up on him, attempting to fuck him back by matching his brutal thrusts.

“Heh.. Wouldn’t you like to know.” He teases, smacking the ass he’s been wanting to smack since he laid eyes on you. You cry out, your nails digging into the interior of your car as he took you. Katsuki’s own noise was muffled as he leaned into your shoulder, nibbling on the skin of your neck to leave marks all over it, not thinking of or caring of the consequences.

“I-I’m about to cum, Katsuki. Yes!” You gripe, his hands finding their way to your breasts to squeeze them, savoring every part of your body.

“Tha’s it baby, cum on my dick. Cum on my fuckin’ dick.” He encouraged, his hips snapping to finish the job as his own release come near. Your cunt hugged him tightly as you came, Bakugo following right behind you as he pulled out, glazing your ass cheeks in his hot cum after fucking his fist a few times. You both pant aloud, drinking in the high you both shared as your hands wipe the sweat from your brow. Then it dawns on you. You really just fucked your best friend’s boyfriend and honestly, you were ready for any consequences that came with that. You hum as you feel Katsuki’s hands soothe your thighs, asking if you’ve got a couple napkins to clean you up until another hard tap on the glass freezes you both in place.

“Are you FUCKING kidding me?!”

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ditttiii · 3 years

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gold rush. || kth {m}

⇢ summary: kim taehyung is a walking heartbreak waiting to happen. all narrow eyes and long nose and devilish smirks, he is everyone’s dream. after months of sharing an elevator with the man who makes your heart race until you can scarcely breathe when the chance finally comes; are you willing to risk it all for his touch?

⇢ genre: porn with feelings, soft smut, angst, is unresolved tension and feelings a genre?

⇢ pairing: kim taehyung x reader

⇢ word count: 4.4k

⇢ rating: explicit / 18+

⇢ theme: strangers to lovers, s2l!au

⇢warning/s: public/elevator sex, exhibitionism, fingering, cunnilingus/oral (female receiving), lots of kissing, hickeys, unprotected sex? reader’s on the pill, swearing, tension and so much of it, unresolved-repressed feelings, taehyung is a certified dingus & reader is hopelessly smitten.

⇢ a/n: betaed by @yeojaa who owns my heart and is the most precious bean ever.

also have all my virtual, socially distanced cuddles @btsmosphere @papillonsgf @birbdae & @unoriginal-username15432. if it weren’t for their support this wouldn’t be out today. my gratitude knows no bounds ♡ also big thanks to taylor for the fic title.

banner by @chillingkoo & moodboard by @today-we-will-survive their art breathed life into this fic ♡ a belated birthday fic for one mr.kim taehyung & the beautiful @kerikaaria. this fic is also my submission for @thebtswritersclub january monthly project.

lastly, i had a lot of fun writing this so i hope you guys enjoy it x 2021 here v go ♡

You wonder when the shame stopped making you hide behind a curtain of messy bed hair. When the smell of a man's cologne on you and a fruity fragrance on him started to feel normal; routine.

The elevator closes with a 'ping', and your eyes track the numbers as they descend, the warmth of another human, the soft puffs of his breath, warming your shivering, scantily dressed body.

"What happened to ‘she’s too old for me?’ " You grunt, slipping off your six inches of agony inducing footwear and pushing them to a corner.

"What happened to you not being jealous?" You can feel his smirk, oozing of self-assured nonchalance and smugness that would seem ugly on anyone but fits like a well-tailored suit on him. From the corner of your eye, you watch as he leans back, hands resting on the metal railing while his tall, lean body slouches lazily, almost invitingly, and you have to force your eyes away from tracing the curves of his pecs. It's a tempting sight, but you aren't about to give him any more ammo to goad you with. As it is, he already knows too much, is far too keen.

"Of your sugar mama? I don't think so."

Taehyung hums but doesn't refute the statement and the silence between you two stretches on. A burning ball of jealousy in your stomach continues to eat away at your peace, and with a clenched jaw, you allow your head to rest against the cool metal of the elevator and pretend that the proximity doesn't affect you.

It's always the same between you two, a constant game of tug and war, where one pulls too firmly, and then the other comes tumbling close until one of you comes back to your senses and then it's back to square one. Back to bickering and recounting the previous night’s escapades of half-truths and lies told from kiss-swollen lips and hooded gazes as you try your best to rile the other one up.

It's stupid. You are in your twenties and this isn't like you. The lying, the pretence that you are still seeing your ex-boyfriend and biting and sucking your own lip until it swells; until you look properly ravished; none of this is you.

You should have known the day he first stumbled into the elevator with a half-buttoned shirt and bite marks painted over the pale skin of his neck, a satisfied smirk curled on his dark pink lips, that he wasn't good for you. But no, like the absolute fool that you are, you fell for him. Fell knowing full well he wasn't yours to have, that back then you weren't his to have.

The elevator comes to a stop with a shudder. Your eyes, closed sometime during the descent, snap open and your feet pause when the sight of the closed doors grace you.

"You stopped the elevator." It's not a question, not when his hand is still hovering over the stop button, head tilted as his eyes stay trained on you.

"I did." He admits to a question you never asked.

Biting back a hiss at his insistence on being difficult, you twist on your heels, lips pulled into a smile whose edges sting like shards of a broken glass and parry, "And why did you do that, pray tell?"

He doesn't answer, just looks at you with that half-lidded gaze and his silence only infuriates you more, makes the back of your neck feel heated as an angry flush rises from your chest all the way up to your cheeks and with a few angry stomps you’re in Taehyung's space, barely a few inches left between you two.

"God!" You start, and the anger, the jealousy, the ugly ball of insecurity and lust and something you haven't quite found a name for yet all coagulate and rise up your throat, burning your heart in their wake until you are hurting and seething. “I don’t get you, nor do I want to anymore!" The words tumble out, one after another and half thought out but your chest still burns and the ugly ball still feels scorching hot in your throat and you can't bring yourself to stop, to shut up and think. "Stop doing this. Stop flirting with me and stop looking at me with those hooded eyes of yours and for the love of god, do you really need to lick your lip that often? Why don't you carry a lip balm if your lips are that dry, huh?"

The cross of your eyes is almost painful, but you have started and fuelled by anger and unreciprocated feelings there’s no stopping your steam. "And now this! Stopping the elevator! What the hell is this supposed to mean?" His lips part as if to answer but without waiting for his response, you plow on, "What! Do you actually have an answer? Really? Let's face it; you think I’m some sort of challenge that needs to be conquered. Another notch on your bedpost. You and your stupid smirks and half-lidded eyes and that damn mole on your nose and god, can you just not—"

The soft pad of his finger on your lips pauses your rant, leaves them parted and your heart hammering while unsaid words clutter the hollow spaces in your throat, tighten around your vocal cords like a noose until they become their own nemesis.

"I broke up with her last night," Taehyung says, and from where you are standing so close to him, his breath on your neck, cheeks, lips is too enchanting, too much like something you had hoped and begged and prayed for far too long now. Breathing out harshly you blink yourself back to reality because you must be hearing him wrong.

"Huh?"

His hand slowly comes up to hold your chin, thumb running over your lower lip with a feather-like touch, "I broke up with her last night, went home and came back early because I didn't want to miss you." He says, and your chest feels tight, palms numb and it's only when his hand gently settles over the nape of your neck and you inhale painfully that you realise that you had stopped breathing.

"Why?" You rasp out.

Don't hope. This means nothing. Do not hope.

Something twists in your belly, a thread tightens around your heart, and you know, despite it all, that you are hoping.

"Why do you think?" He asks instead, and you stifle the sudden desire to bash his head into a wall.

"Don't play games with me."

A sigh, his breath dancing on your lips and you barely suppress the tingles that burn down your spine, "I'm not. I don't want to, not anymore." The hand resting around your neck curls, fingers caressing the soft skin behind your ear.

"What do you want then?" Your words are quiet, hope and longing laced into every syllable that you desperately hope to hide but fail.

Your heart hammers into your ribs with so much force you are half afraid it will leave them cracked; splintered just like your love for the man who is touching you, holding your entire heart in the palm of his hands while you wait for it to be crushed. Because it will, it's inevitable. Kim Taehyung is a walking heartbreak waiting to happen. All narrow eyes and long nose and devilish smirks, he is too good. Too good for the woman he was with and certainly too good for you. You would be happy if you looked half as good on your wedding day as he regularly does because he is that gorgeous. And unreal, and pretty and it hurts.

It hurts because you can never have him and any second now he will push you away and ridicule you for getting flustered so easily and he will never understand, and god it cuts. It tears at you because despite knowing better, you long for him, his touch, his warmth.

Maybe even his love. But that is one hope you refuse to acknowledge out loud.

Your breaths mingle from where you two are standing so close, and part of you aches to reach out, to pull him closer and wrap yourself around him until you can sync the beat of your heart to his, to nestle your face in the crook of his neck and breathe him in, drown in the scent of that spicy cologne that you associate with him and nobody else. Because it's tempting, oh so inviting and he is so so close.

You could touch his chest, caress the skin peeking from in between the dip of his low neck shirt and it would be easy, he would let you, you know that too but what about after? How do you come back from holding someone your soul is in love with and then pretend that being with them for one night was enough? How does your hope keep living on in the name of that fragment of love? His arms your shelter for one night and then you are back to being strangers, sharing elevators and bumping into each other at the grocery store, pretending all the while that you do not yearn to visit that one night you spent together whenever your head hits the pillow?

"I..." Taehyung struggles, chews the words before his lips form them because this is his last chance and if he loses you now, it's over; he knows that too. The pair of you are done playing cat and mouse.

"I know my words don't hold a whole lot of value. I could promise you things, but you won't believe me and that's fair. I get it." He admits, another hand coming up until your face is cradled in his open palms, fingers slipping behind the edges of your ears and you will yourself to not drop your gaze, to look into his eyes and search for...love? Honesty? You wish you could say you know what it is that you are hunting for, but held so close all you can think about is the chestnut brown of his eyes, the black that rims them, the high arched brows and the thin, smooth lips and that mole; that mole that you can only see when you are pressed close, a hair's breadth of space between you two.

"But...?" You ask, pray, and yet again, against your better judgement hope.

"But I love you." He confesses, voice forever rich and deep and you feel the hum of his baritone from where your chest is still pulled tight to his. "My love for you is unlike any I have ever known, and it scared me; it still scares me because I don't know. I don't know what I will do if I ever lose you. I care too much, I—" His grip on you tightens and instinctively your hands snake around his waist, clenching the soft cotton of his shirt, nails biting into your skin as his words thread your hopelessly lovesick heart back together; piece by piece.

"I love you too much." Taehyung whispers and the ice around your heart thaws, his raw confession lighting a fire in your nerves until you are left buzzing from the high of his admission. "Trust me. Just this once. Please." He is vulnerable in his plea, and for the first time you wonder if you had characterised him wrong. Boxed and stored him like a gift on a shelf without bothering to look underneath the paper wrapping.

Taehyung doesn't have to beg, he doesn't have to try and persuade anyone, and for all the gibes you threw his way, all the daggered words about him dating only for money, you didn't truly believe any of them. Sure, the woman he had been with for the last few months was older (a voice in your head whispers wiser), but that wasn't because she was, as you would often insist, his 'sugar mama', but instead because their interests aligned. Kim Taehyung is a man of taste, whether it be his fondness for a violin's trill, fascination with modern art, or his love for jazz music. He is an enigma and with no small amount of embarrassment you think back to all the times you have bought a book after he made a passing comment on it, searched the pages and the characters to find some semblance of him.

Maybe you are pathetic, perhaps you are far too infatuated with this man for it to be healthy. Just maybe...

"No," Taehyung commands, his voice so determined you’re snapped back to the present, head thrown out of the haze your wandering thoughts had created.

Seeing your obscure expression and strayed eyes (look away because you can't acknowledge how much he matters), he pushes, one hand sliding down to grip your chin and urge you to look him in the eye. "Don't."

Maybe he sees something in your eyes, spots your hidden insecurities, reads you like an open book and dog-ears the pages that hold your weakness.

"Don't what?" You deflect, gaze drifting away again as you pretend to not know what he means but secretly long for him to keep pushing, to keep trying—your denial’s a facade to hide all your pleas.

"Don't do this to me. To us."

"You'll hurt me." You protest, a half-hearted attempt at trying to protect your already doomed heart even as your fingers clench tighter, pull him closer.

"No, I won't." He speaks with certainty that you don't wholly believe but fuelled by far too much love and longing, you don't protest any further and instead toe closer, rise higher, and breathe in the shaky exhale he lets out when your lips skim the sharp curve of his jaw.

"I've wanted this for so long." Unadulterated desire courses through your veins at his admission. Even if Taehyung is lying, even if he leaves you stranded after today, you'll live. You'll live on the high of this moment, the memory of his skin under your touch, the crisp of the cotton draped over his lean torso.

It's easier to let go and surrender yourself, easier to lay yourself bare because you have already come too far and there is no protecting yourself anymore—your heart is now his to do with.

Your hands twine around his waist, slide over the vast expanse of his back like he is yours; as though if you try hard enough, you'll leave an imprint, a sign that he belongs to you. Mark him for the rest of eternity and brand him with your name on his heart.

Kissing him is easy, the slight ache of staying on your tippy-toes going by unregistered as you get lost in the sensation of his lips, his sighs on your chin, the tickle of his lashes against the high curve of your cheek.

The cradle of his palms around your face is gentle, almost careful, as though you are a porcelain doll and he is afraid one harsh move will leave you splintered. Chest tight, you push down the last remaining traces of hesitation clinging inside your throat and twist to catch his lips instead, licking a long strip from the soft cleft of his chin over to his parted lips, dip into the hollow of his mouth and slide over the soft flesh on the inside before you catch his upper lip in between yours and suck.

His responding groan has you clenching your thighs and you break the kiss, breathing in to replenish the oxygen that doesn't seem as important when his lips are on yours. When your gaze catches his, for once you don't look away, don't force yourself to stop from swimming in the beautiful, clear pool of his eyes.

"I love you too." Your admission is quiet, more a careful whisper than anything else, as though any louder and you'll break this spell and things will go back to the way they were. He will come to his senses and realise he doesn't love you after all and then you'll go back to being a pining, lovesick fool, only this time with a broken heart and no hope to cling to.

His eyes grow soft—gentle in the curve of two crescent moons, and you smile your first real smile, the edges twitching and pulling into a gentle grin before you can bite it down and the answering smile that Taehyung rewards you with has your heart squeezing almost painfully inside your chest.

"Yeah?" He asks as though he already knows the answer but just wants to hear you say it again, profess your love for him again and you do. You say it again and again, press your lips over every inch of his face and emboss the words onto the smooth, unblemished skin.

Taking in a shuddering breath, you answer from around the suspended ball of disbelief and love in your throat. "Yeah."

When the clothes start coming off it’s a gentle, slow affair, the spaces in between filled with tender touches curious to explore the skin that they had desired for so long and open-mouthed kisses pressing promises of forever and happily ever after onto the naked expanse, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Legs twined around his waist like ivy, you arch off the floor. A tug of your hand and his shirt slips low, and then your mouth is pressing warm, wet, kisses, tongue slipping out and desperately tasting his skin, his sweat— him. You lean back and then he's on you, low, low, low until his lips are close enough to skim the edges of your panties and you buckle, arch and push without meaning to as you ache for relief only he can provide.

"You are beautiful. So so beautiful. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

His words are rough, less speech and more growl as he pushes his head closer to your soaking heat and inhales. "Fuck."

Breathes turning to hitches, words into gasps, you can scarcely keep your eyes open when he runs a long, slim finger through your folds and circles your wet opening before your walls are pulsing around him, sucking and pulling the finger in as deep as it will go. One and two then three, your cunt can't have enough of his fingers, his heat and him and oh—

His lips are velvet against your clit, your body a molten mass of gold moulding itself around his fingers, your sanity and restraint slipping and dripping down onto the carpeted floor from in between the spaces. With the last left strength, you prop yourself onto your elbows and the sight of Taehyung's mouth on your sex is almost enough to send you slipping back down again. His tongue laves across your folds with the desperation of a man parched, caressing every fold, greedily licking away your dripping arousal and moaning out obscenities too vulgar for how early the day is.

When you come, it's with a cry that sounds too animalistic to be yours. One that comes from your chest and leaves your back arched like the ends of a boomerang. "Good?" He asks with glistening lips, and you wanna scream, hysterical in your pitch— good? Is there anything better that exists in this world than his lips on you making you come? Again and again, until you can no longer stand the sensitivity?

But instead of screaming, or shaking him by his shoulders until it gets through his head, you reply with a spent nod and let your elbows slip. This is what being eaten out by Kim Taehyung feels like. The pleasure coursing through your veins is something far more potent than any you have ever felt before. The blood in your veins thrumming, almost sizzling under the thin layer of your skin.

He presses his forehead to yours, rests to catch his breath and with every shuddery inhale you breathe your arousal in, a swipe of your tongue across his glistening lips, and then you can taste it too. It tastes of nothing and yet everything. Coming from his lips, it tastes of what your dreams are built from, like liquified recklessness and yearning and above all —Taehyung.

It tastes of him and his smirks and all the kisses you couldn't have and all the kisses you now hope for.

His fingers are gentle when they tuck your hair, eyes bright behind the curtain of messy, ink-black strands, "There's a law somewhere that says when you love someone with all your heart, you are unavoidably loved by them as well. Amor ch'a null'amato amar perdona."

Your eyes search his, frantically rove all over his face, search the lines under his eyes, pause at the small mole on his nose, and then stop at the sight of the one on his lower lip, the one that your eyes would always drift to every time he'd smirk or grin in the past. Now he's smiling, lips stretched into a soft boxy curve, the mole evident against the edge and you raise a trembling hand, run your thumb across it. Cup his face with both your hands until your vision blurs and then your lips are on his. Locking and licking and your mouth is a leaking faucet of I love you's, hands working to the back of his head and getting lost in those perfectly long, wavy strands.

You hope this is the real thing when you wildly take off your dress, rip off his shirt unmindful of the last few buttons that clatter to the floor and undress until the both of you are as bare as you were the day you were born.

The steel railing is startlingly cold against your rear but before you can wince Taehyung's large hands are on your waist, pulling you closer until all that's on your mind is the feel of him, hard and hot against your dripping heat. His mouth is on your breast, lips sucking marks into the flesh and tying you to him, leaving traces of his presence behind until you can no longer differentiate the ache in your heart from the burn in your belly.

Somehow through the haze of want and compulsive need, you collect yourself enough to tell him you're on the pill when he remembers the lack of protection in his wallet, and then he's inside you. The thrust inside is fluid, and you are moaning, keening at your wetness, at how long he is, at how unbearably, entirely full you are.

Your name falls from his lips like a prayer, like the last words of a man dying an untimely death, desperate and hurried and like if he takes a second too long he might never get the chance again. The scratch of your nails against his back must hurt, the grip of your heels around his sides must be painful, and still you can't bring yourself to let up; to let go.

The air inside becomes humid, reeks of sex and sweat and everything that shouldn't seem so right, and yet does.

You come first, hit your peak and crash through it like a ship in a torrential sea, hot and volatile and like something vital that you'll retain even in the afterlife. Taehyung–sweet, sweet Taehyung – helps you ride it out, makes your body sing with the honed practice of a pianist who has spent more decades playing than he can recall. His tongue is on your neck, stroking that one sensitive spot in the hollow of your clavicle while his hand brushes your clit, builds the pleasure and lets it drift, unhurried and soft until you are crying from the overwhelming rightness of it.

With a shudder, you finally push his hand away from your quivering heat and bring it to your lips, kiss the bony knuckles and let it rest on your thigh from where he wraps it tight around your waist and drives to chase his own high.

Sated you watch Taehyung, catalogue all the features that you had never seen before but up close can. Just in case—just. File them all in a part of your heart where only he resides, a piece you will always come back to, regardless of if the man in your arms chooses to stay or not. You will be selfish with these memories, hoard and treasure them in secrecy until the day you can look back upon them with nothing more than nostalgic fondness.

The appearance of a deep furrow on his forehead, between those long arched brows and the breaking rhythm of his thrusts, alerts you to how close he is and you clench. Clench with all the love and devotion you nurture in your heart and hope that somehow it will be enough. If not forever, then at least until you can have your fill, until you can love him for a life's worth and live off on those memories. Live on them like a late mother's half-finished perfume bottle that you take out and sniff on your sorriest days, a push strong enough to keep you going.

One more day, then one more and then just one more until you can finally meet him in the afterlife, old and having done all that you had been sent to do. Except for love. You doubt you can ever love like this again.

Kissing him after feels like the best kind of heartbreak because you know, somewhere deep in your gut where you house your intuition and insecurities, you know this won't last.

Yet you wouldn't take back anything. Your lips form words on Taehyung's shoulder 'i love you so much. i always will', and you tighten your arms around his waist. Anchor him to the present and pray that the defence will be strong enough to keep him with you for a little while more.

Just a little.

a/n: the end is up to your interpretation, you are free to imagine whatever end you’d have liked to see. If you enjoyed reading this please let me know through comments, reblogs, tags or asks. the feedback makes me insanely happy and i love hearing from you guys ♡

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Masterlist

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I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater

You said it looked better on me than it did you

Only if you knew how much I liked you

“Why is it so cold outside?” I whined as I pulled my knees to my chest, making Draco laugh.

"It’s winter Y/N/N" He playfully rolled his eyes as he pointed out the obvious "You should have known it was going to be cold"

I hummed in response and he looked at me through knitted eyebrows.

"Hold on" Draco ran to who knows where, leaving me behind.

The both of us were in the courtyard and not bringing a sweater was probably the dumbest idea I had.

Not even a minute has passed and Draco was back with a piece of clothing in his hands and he tossed it towards my direction.

"Here, wear my sweater you dummy"

I caught it, and gave him a smile of thanks.

"My hero" I dramatically said, placing a hand on my chest, as Draco ruffled my hair. "Can't have my dumb best friend freeze to death" I ignored his comment and decided to put it on.

As I pulled the sweater on, I was overwhelmed with the scent of green apples. It was comforting and I couldn’t help but feel instantly at peace.

"How do I look?" I asked him with a hopeful smile and he returned it with his own warm smile.

“You look better than me in it” He remarked and winked in my direction, making my heart melt and have butterflies erupt in my stomach. My words stuck in my throat.

I hated how Draco could make me so flustered like this. But unfortunately, he didn’t notice.

“Look!” I exclaimed, gesturing at the snowflake I caught in my hands.

“It’s beautiful,” I muttered, looking at the snowflake in awe. Unbeknownst to me, he was staring at me. “Yeah, it is,” Draco said

But I watch your eyes as she

Walks by

What a sight for sore eyes

Brighter than the blue sky

She's got you mesmerised while I die

Slytherin hosts the BEST parties, that is a fact. The party was in full swing at the common room as the students mingled with each other. I was standing by the table with Draco as we joked around, watching our friends get drunk.

"Fck you" I said as Draco made a snide comment about something I said.

"Maybe later" He said, giving me a flirty wink and I had to pretend that I didn't hear him, feeling myself blush. Whenever Draco got a couple of drinks in him, he would get in a flirtatious mood with me. I both loved it and hated it. When he was sober, he would never say something like that.

"You know I—" I stopped myself mid sentence when I noticed that Draco's focus was across the room. I followed his line of sight and saw the source of the distraction.

Heather

The girl waved in Draco's direction, making her way over as he didn’t take his eyes off of her.

All I could do was leave. I couldn’t stay there while he flirted with her. It would kill me.

Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty

You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester

But you like her better

Wish I were Heather

I sat near the black lake with an empty bottle of fire whiskey in my hand. I wished I had another drink in my hand, but that would require me getting up from my spot.

Instead I closed his eyes and thought of everything and nothing. I feel someone sitting next to me and yet I made no effort to move, my eyes still shut.

"The stars look beautiful tonight don't you think?” A familiar voice said and I simply hummed in agreement.

"I feel like I don’t get nights like this as much as I want. When was the last time we went out to see the stars?" He continued and I opened my eyes.

"Draco, why are you here?" I asked him with furrowed brows "What? Am I not allowed to hang out with you anymore?" He playfully said with a grin and I rolled my eyes as he started to talk about random things.

"Theo is definitely not handling the break up well" Draco informed as we talked about our friend Theo who got his heart broken by a girl.

"Well trust me, dating is not fun" I said grumpily. He put his hand on my knee, making ne freeze up. "You know what Y/N? I can’t remember the last time you kissed someone"

"W-what?" I turned my head to look at him. "Oh come on, when was the last time you hung out with a guy that isn't me, Blaise, and Theo? When was the last time you kissed someone?"

"That's not true! I hang out with um..other guys?" I defended and yet I sounded unsure, looking away from him. "Oh yeah? Give me a guy's name that you've actually made out with"

There was a long silence to follow, before Draco said ever so casually "Well, you can kiss me if you want to? I don't mind" He offered

My head swiveled to face my friend, my mouth slightly agape in surprise. Draco laughed.

"Come on, I just want you to remember what it feels like. It’s just some fun between friends" He sat up, leaning towards me. "Yeah?" He asked.

I settled with a nod before Draco was inches from me. It felt like one of my craziest dreams as my eyes fluttered shut and I felt Draco's lips on mine.

It lasted no longer than ten seconds, but I could remember every detail. How his lips felt, how he exerted little pressure, and how it was over way before I wanted it to be. Draco pulled away so suddenly, his hand going up to his head.

"Woah. I think my head hurts. I better go to sleep. Goodnight Y/N" He got up from his spot and went inside.

I mumbled an agreement, wondering if I had just imagined the kiss.

Weeks later and I was still replaying those few minutes in my head.

Watch as she stands with her, holding your hand

Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder

But how could I hate her, she's such an angel

But then again, kinda wish she were dead

I turned to watch them as the pair walked along the hallways. Her hand was nestled into his, he was swinging it ever so slightly. She pointed to something in the distance and they stopped to look. She said something to make him laugh, and he slung his arm around her shoulder. I felt like I was going to throw up.

"You are just going to get more depressed the more you stare at them ya know?" I jumped a little at the sound of Pansy's voice as she gave me a sad smile. I turned to look at Draco. His cheeks were pink as he stumbled for words with Heather beside him, wearing his sweater.

"I wasn’t- I was just-"

"It’s okay Y/N/N, I know that you love him" I exhaled. "Is it really that obvious?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Probably not. I’m just observant. He should just admit that he likes you I’m sorry that he's with that btch."

“She’s not a btch” I said weakly, but couldn’t stop a sad smile form "I bet she's nice. I mean Draco likes her, not me. He'll probably only see me as a friend" I said as I feel my heart ache.

"So? You like her for Draco then?" Pansy asked

I looked back over to the pair where they were growing smaller in the distance.

"Is it bad I kinda wish she didn’t exist?"

"Not really" Pansy replied, placing a hand on my shoulder "We’ve all been there"

"I feel so stupid. Having feelings for my best friend" I muttered

She reached over to take my hands. "You can’t help who you fall in love with Y/N/N. I’m really sorry that you are in this situation. I could've sworn you two would end up with each other, turns out Draco is just blind to see that"

"He never loved me that way Pansy, I don't know what you're talking about, but still thank you for understanding.

I was embarrassed, but I felt tears threatening to fall from my eyes. It was nice to share my struggle with someone else.

"I think I’m going to sleep in our dorm" I said, letting go of her hands, and she gave me a nod. Before I left, she pulled me into an embrace, engulfing me in her arms.

"It’ll be okay Y/N/N, I promise you"

I thanked her and left, thinking of a certain blonde haired boy with grey eyes. I slammed the door shut and walked over to my closet.

I searched for something to wear and saw his sweater. I let my fingers run through the fabric and decided to wear it. I immediately crawled into bed and pulled the covers over me.

I closed my eyes as I cried myself to sleep. Of all the people my heart could have chosen, it decided on a boy who only saw me as a friend and nothing more. All I could do now was imagine what would've happened if he loved me back.

I wish I was Heather

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Part 2

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–Haikyuu characters playing 7 minutes in heaven with you

(W/ Oikawa & Ushijima)

(w/ drawings :))

Hiiiiiiiiii<3 Sorry if I haven't post in a while. Something happened in our family, and so. . . Yeah, I can't post the past few days. But here is an apology give for all of you😔❤️

⚠️Warning⚠️: Crappy drawings

Oikawa

You rolled your eyes. What did you expect, silence throughout the 7 minutes?

It's Matsukawa and Hanamaki in that closet.

Ofcourse, they would bang the closet with their hands and moan out loud purposely.

Annoying really.

Iwaizumi was there fighting with Oikawa to let them out of the closet, saying that his parents might hear them from downstairs and he would be the one to get scolded. However, Oikawa was enjoying all of this.

7 minutes was up and Oikawa opened the closet.

Hanamaki and Matsukawa pretended that their legs were sore, so they stumbled across the room.

They plopped down on the each side of you, giggling to themselves.

"Y'all are bad actors," Your rolled your eyes. "Dramatic,"

Hanamaki and Matsukawa snorted.

Oikawa excitedly picked a paper from the bowl, flapping it open to reveal the name.

"Y/N," He announced, showing the paper to everyone.

You shrugged, acting unbothered.

"I hope it's Oikawa," Hanamaki whispered.

"If it isn't Oikawa, I would literally throw the both of you in that closet," Matsukawa added.

You ignored the boys and waited for Oikawa to announce another name.

"And her partner would be. . ." Oikawa picked another name from the bowl and flipped it open. He gasped, jumping on the spot.

"IT'S ME!"

Matsukawa and Hanamaki bursted into laughter. They high fived each other, on the top of your head since you were sitting at the middle of them.

"C'mon, my lady," Oikawa winked at you, opening the closet, waiting for you to go inside.

Matsukawa and Hanamaki howled like wolves and Oikawa gave them a flying kiss. Iwaizumi

Your world immediately went black.

Oikawa's confidence immediately drained him.

"Y-Y/N?"

You blushed, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.

"D-don't worry, I'll protect you from the m-monsters that lurk in this closet,"

Oikawa felt that he stepped in something.

"W-WHAT WAS THAT?!"

You sucked in air through your teeth. "That was my foot, Oikawa,"

"Shit! I'm sorry!" He immediately apologized.

You sighed. Oikawa can be a play boy but he won't be. He always embarrassed himself when he tries to flirt with a person.

"It's fine, Oikawa-san,"

Two minutes roughly passed by and it was only filled by silence. There was only an occasional grunt from Oikawa whenever he bumped his head against the top of the closet.

Somehow, Oikawa got his confidence back in just a split-second. He switched into a seductive boy as quick as flipping a light switch.i

"Hey Y/N," He place this hand on the wall your leaning on, just above your shoulder. "Do you know what people do when they're in a situation like this?"

He raised your chin with his pointer finger.

"They kiss," Oikawa leaned in. "They make out,"

Your heart pounded against your chest and he softly swipe his thumb across your lips.

Oikawa leaned in closer, his minty breath tickling your senses. Just then, he realized what he was doing and he stepped back and leaned in his own side of wall, stuttering.

"I'm— I– Shit! I'M SO SORRY!" Oikawa looked around but your eyes. You could still see him shaking due to the small amount of light that peeked through the tiny gap in the closet.

You sighed. You were sick and tired of him flirting out of the blue and suddenly stopping thinking you won't like it.

You stepped closer to him. Pressing a hand on his collarbones, you slowly dragged it down his clothed toned chest and then dragging your hand on his pants.

You hooked your finger on those belt slots and then tugged him forward, making him whimper and weaken his knees.

"Y-Y/N-chan,"

You rolled your eyes. "Such an idiot,"

Your grabbed his collar and tugged him down, you pressed your lips fully against his.

Oikawa stiffened, before whining and pulling you closer. Feeling braver, you sneakily slipped your tongue in.

The brunette opened his mouth, giving more access, tongues swirled lovingly and he melted in your touch. Smugly, you pushed him off and Oikawa gasped.

"HEY!" Oikawa frowned, crossing his arms. "We're not done yet!"

He stepped closer to you, his ego shooting up when you kissed him. "Can you give me another one, love?"

Blushing, you gently pushed him off again. "As much as I want to, we can't. Time is almost over,"

As if on cue, the door swung open, revealing Iwaizumi, squinting at the both of you suspiciously.

Oikawa held on your waist and kissed your temple, making everyone gasp.

"Be mine," He whispered in your ear.

Oikawa walked away and out the door, smiling softly to himself.

You smiled, he already knows what's your answer.

Ofcourse, Oikawa. I'll be yours.

Ushijima

You giggled to yourself as you watch Semi and Shirabu get out of the closet, frowning but a deep blush flushed on their faces.

"How did it go?!" Tendou immediately interrogated.

Semi and Shirabu huffed, looking away from each other. "Bad," They said together.

Tendou snickered behind his hand, "I'm pretty sure if they get along in the first place, they would fuck,"

Before the two could curse, Tendou dug his hands in the bowl and picked up two pieces of paper.

"OH! How great! It's Y/N and our Miracle boy!"

The crowd cheered as your eyes widened. "Wait what—?"

Tendou grabbed the back of your collar and pulled you up. He happily pushed you in the old closet and you groaned in pain when you bump your head at the wood.

"Tendou-san—" A large built body stumbled into you and you were immediately enveloped in warmth as the person gently gripped your arms.

Ushjima pulled back, a flustered expression on his face.

"I'm really sorry about that, Y/N-chan," he grumbled.

He was once pressed again against you when Tendou pushed him in, closing the door and the small space darkening.

"Sorry again. . ." Ushjima quietly said, pulling his hands off you. Silence filled the musty closet, and the both of you stood at the other side against the wall, not exchanging a single word to each other.

"Are alright there?" Ushijima asked and you saw his shadow reaching up and scratching his nape.

You smiled. "Yes I am, thanks for asking,"

Silence filled again and seconds passed by, a heavy feeling sat at the bottom of your stomach making you nervous. Ushjima sat down on the floor, his legs pressed up against his chest not wanting to take your space.

"Y/N-chan?"

You hummed in response, looking up once again at his mascular shadowy figure.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Sure!"

There was a few momments of silence. You saw him turn away to stare at the door of the closet.

"Thank you for being a manager, Y/N, out team has become much more better with you," He silent said.

You smiled. "That's nothing Ushjima-san, I love being here, it feels like home,"

In the dark you could see Ushijima's shadowy figure look up.

"And I wanted to add that," A pause. "That over the time, I actually developed feelings for you,"

Your eyes widened and you choked on air.

Well that was unexpected.

"I know that you see me as part of the team, so I kept my feelings aside. But then, Tendou told me to confess to you," there was something distant about Ushjima's tone of voice. "I tried being a much more better man. . . Just for you," He said, his voice now merely a whisper.

You blinked in the dark. Your heart clenching when you finally realized he is being insecure.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable with my confession," Ushjima mumbled, his voice noticibly shaky. "I'm sorry,"

There was a ruffle as Ushijima slid down the wall and sat down. In the next few moments of silence, you were contemplating on what to do next.

Gaining some confidence, you slid down on your knees, facing Ushjima.

"You don't need to apologise, Ushijima-san," You softly said. "Because I like you too,"

"You do?"

You softly laughed. "Yeah,"

You leaned in, taking his soft cheeks in your hands. "I'm going to kiss you. Is that okay?"

Ushjima nodded frantically. Smiling, you pressed a kiss to his forehead and then to his lips. You gave out a giggle before pressing your lips fully to his.

The man below you gave out a groan, raising his hands up to keep place on your hips, running it up and down. He kept you closer, the pace of the kiss increasing.

Wet noises filled the small closet, it's not that both of you care, just as long as the both of you were close. Ushjima places one hand on the back of your thigh, bringing you closer and making you straddle him.

Soon, tongues were involved. A shaky hand went up to the back of your head pulling you closer, and at this position, your tounge went deeper to explore the mouth of Ushjima.

The both of you pulled back, pressing your foreheads together.

"I love you," you mumbled, running a hand through his dark green hair.

Ushjima shyly kissed the edge of your lips.

"I love you more," he paused. "Can you be mine?"

A giggle escape your lips. "Ofcourse,"

You were about to kiss again when a voice spoke up.

"Wow, congratulations guys,"

You and Ushjima slightly jumped and turned to the door, just to see Tendou peeking in between the door crack.

"I'm proud of you guys," he smiled.

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