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#like yeah i love him as my best friend yada yada but i still long for something else and i'm not gonna get that but i also can't let go
puppy-steve · 4 months
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i keep thinking about that one bachelor au post so here's my take on it (i've never watched the bachelor or bachelorette so bear with me)
the bachelor au where steve's the bachelor and eddie is a contestant, but not because he actually wants to be, he's just in it for the paycheck. robin is also a contestant but only because her parents sent in her application without her knowing and she isn't out to them yet.
they both think that steve is overrated and definitely over hyped. typical rich kid with enough money to buy people's love, yada yada.
until they both start going on dates with him and then realize that it isn't exactly true. yes, he's rich, but he's also kind and funny and actually genuine once you get past the mask he puts on for everybody. eventually, eddie and robin find themselves looking forward to their dates.
only robin doesn't want to date him. he's slowly moving his way up the ranks to becoming her best friend, sure, but this is still tv. she's still expected to kiss him and confess her feelings for him. and when the time comes for her to do that, she can't.
they're in venice. steve is leaning in and robin is very aware of the cameras filming them. the back of her neck goes cold and her stomach churns and suddenly she's running in the opposite direction. her italian is passable so she ends up getting a taxi back to the hotel production put them in.
she locks herself in her en suite and presses her forehead against the cold porcelain. she doesn't know how long she sits there until her phone buzzes and she checks the notification. the nausea rises up her throat again. she forgot she gave steve her number.
there's a knock on her room door and another text.
r u ok? can i come in?
robin debates it but figures she owes him and explanation. she lets him in and they sit on the bathroom floor. robin tells him why she's on the show in the first place, about how she didn't know her parents signed her up until she got the phone call from the casting director. tells him that even if she gets kicked off, she can still use the money for her student loans.
she stares at the water in the toilet bowl when she comes out to him.
steve is quiet, processing, before he laughs. he's not laughing at her, he promises, but "robin. you're on a show with more than a handful of other queers, you know that, right? i'm bisexual."
and yeah, robin knew that, but it's different when you're not into the guy you're supposed to be romancing at all.
steve reassures her that it's okay, and that he still hopes they can be friends and keep in touch after the show ends.
robin would like that.
she apologizes to the production crew the next day and they're understanding and steve and robin get a re-do of their date. it's much more genuine this time, filled with laughs and digs as they eat gelato along the river and people watch and gossip.
it's the best robin's ever been on.
eddie, on the other hand. he's absolutely head over heels for steve, which is surprising even for him. he's trailer park trash, he's got absolutely nothing on steve harrington. not the name, not the money.
hell, the very first day, he insulted the guy's food choices right to his face without knowing it.
eddie wants the earth to give way underneath him and swallow him whole.
he plays it up on their first date, all fake niceties and empty smiles, until steve tells him point blank, "the guy that said the buffet was shit that first night? i want to get to know him."
eddie's flabbergasted.
steve opens up about all the fake people in his life, the ones who just take advantage of them and use him for their own gains. the ones who don't even bother to get to know the real him. the one that likes to play guitar and hang out with the gaggle of teenagers that follow him around all the time for some unknown reason.
he tells eddie about what he wants to do with his life, not what someone else has planned for him and eddie falls deeper and deeper.
this time, when steve leans in for a kiss, eddie doesn't shy away. their lips press together and it's the best goddamn kiss either one of them have ever had.
the show has a deadline, of course, and steve can't just spend all his time with eddie and robin. there are other contestants. robin knows her rose is strictly platonic and steve has already called her multiple times freaking out about his growing crush on eddie. she knows eddie has this in the bag.
the final night comes and the contestants have dwindled. there's only a small group of them left: eddie, robin, and another guy and girl they didn't bother learning the names of.
when steve chooses eddie after a moment of dramatic silence that kind of puts his own dm dramatics to shame, eddie doesn't hesitate to jump in steve's arms, wrap his legs around his waist, and plant a sloppy one on him right in front of the cameras.
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scoops-stevie-archive · 11 months
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i keep thinking about that one bachelor au post so here's my take on it (i've never watched the bachelor or bachelorette so bear with me)
the bachelor au where steve's the bachelor and eddie is a contestant, but not because he actually wants to be, he's just in it for the paycheck. robin is also a contestant but only because her parents sent in her application without her knowing and she isn't out to them yet.
they both think that steve is overrated and definitely over hyped. typical rich kid with enough money to buy people's love, yada yada.
until they both start going on dates with them and then realize that it isn't exactly true. yes, he's rich, but he's also kind and funny and actually genuine once you get past the mask he puts on for everybody. eventually, eddie and robin find themselves looking forward to their dates.
only robin doesn't want to date him. he's slowly moving his way up the ranks to becoming her best friend, sure, but this is still tv. she's still expected to kiss him and confess her feelings for him. and when the time comes for her to do that, she can't.
they're in venice. steve is leaning in and robin is very aware of the cameras filming them. the back of her neck goes cold and her stomach churns and suddenly she's running in the opposite direction. her italian is passable so she ends up getting a taxi back to the hotel production put them in.
she locks herself in her en suite and presses her forehead against the cold porcelain. she doesn't know how long she sits there until her phone buzzes and she checks the notification. the nausea rises up her throat again. she forgot she gave steve her number.
there's a knock on her room door and another text.
r u ok? can i come in?
robin debates it but figures she owes him and explanation. she lets him in and they sit on the bathroom floor. robin tells him why she's on the show in the first place, about how she didn't know her parents signed her up until she got the phone call from the casting director. tells him that even if she gets kicked off, she can still use the money for her student loans.
she stares at the water in the toilet bowl when she comes out to him.
steve is quiet, processing, before he laughs. he's not laughing at her, he promises, but "robin. you're on a show with more than a handful of other queers, you know that, right? i'm bisexual."
and yeah, robin knew that, but it's different when you're not into the guy you're supposed to be romancing at all.
steve reassures her that it's okay, and that he still hopes they can be friends and keep in touch after the show ends.
robin would like that.
she apologizes to the production crew the next day and they're understanding and steve and robin get a re-do of their date. it's much more genuine this time, filled with laughs and digs as they eat gelato along the river and people watch and gossip.
it's the best robin's ever been on.
eddie, on the other hand. he's absolutely head over heels for steve, which is surprising even for him. he's trailer park trash, he's got absolutely nothing on steve harrington. not the name, not the money.
hell, the very first day, he insulted the guy's food choices right to his face without knowing it.
eddie wants the earth to give way underneath him and swallow him whole.
he plays it up on their first date, all fake niceties and empty smiles, until steve tells him point blank, "the guy that said the buffet was shit that first night? i want to get to know him."
eddie's flabbergasted.
steve opens up about all the fake people in his life, the ones who just take advantage of them and use him for their own gains. the ones who don't even bother to get to know the real him. the one that likes to play guitar and hang out with the gaggle of teenagers that follow him around all the time for some unknown reason.
he tells eddie about what he wants to do with his life, not what someone else has planned for him and eddie falls deeper and deeper.
this time, when steve leans in for a kiss, eddie doesn't shy away. their lips press together and it's the best goddamn kiss either one of them have ever had.
the show has a deadline, of course, and steve can't just spend all his time with eddie and robin. there are other contestants. robin knows her rose is strictly platonic and steve has already called her multiple times freaking out about his growing crush on eddie. she knows eddie has this in the bag.
the final night comes and the contestants have dwindled. there's only a small group of them left: eddie, robin, and another guy and girl they didn't bother learning the names of.
when steve chooses eddie after a moment of dramatic silence that kind of puts his own dm dramatics to shame, eddie doesn't hesitate to jump in steve's arms, wrap his legs around his waist, and plant a sloppy one on him right in front of the cameras.
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biblioklept-writes · 1 year
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(Stargirl Part 2 Modern!Aemond x F!Reader)
A/N: Reader lives in India, but no specification of her family or her appearance is there except for her residence in Delhi and Indian food. Reposting because the tags didn't work
Summary: You are back home, but thank gods for the miracle of texting. Later, Aemond gets a little surprise from his professor.
Word Count: 2.6k (almost)
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Two days had passed since that party, and you had packed up to leave for home. After an entire year of grilling, you were finally able to go back to see your family. You still hadn’t reached out to Aemond, though, figuring it would be best to wait until you return. Or if he wanted to speak with you, he had your number.
He hadn’t texted you either.
Although, you kept the napkin with his handwriting in your wallet, looking at it as you sat in waiting for the gates to open. You had called your mother to let her know that you had reached the airport on time, and yes there was still a good hour left before the boarding would start. She said to call her once you were boarded before she hung up.
Next you called your roommate, Casey, and Haelena to let them know that you had safely reached the airport.
It wasn’t until the next morning, when you were in the comfort of your bed in your home, that you received a text from Aemond.
Aemond Targaryen: Hello Y/N. I hope you had a comfortable journey. You: Hey, Aemond! I did, I am with my parents now. Aemond Targaryen: That’s good to know. Do you have any plans? You: To sleep away the jet lag and then meet my friends. Do you have any plans for the month-long break? Aemond Targaryen: Nothing much, just a bunch of family dinners and then I have to visit a historical site. You: Ohh, that sounds great. Where are you thinking of going? Aemond Targaryen: I haven’t decided yet. Open for any suggestions. You: Well… what are the places that you haven’t been to? Aemond Targaryen: I have been around Westeros, and seen whatever there is of Essos. I don’t feel like revisiting. You: I am glad I don’t have such ‘rich people problems’. Aemond Targaryen: Is that sarcasm that I detect? You: You tell me, Mister. You: Okay, my mom’s calling. Ttyl!
Later, you went to bed, tired of the jet lag. The next afternoon, as you were in the metro going to meet your friends, you texted him again.
You: Hello
Then you went to scroll through instagram, and found a new follow request: vhagaristhebest, and you smiled as you accepted the request and sent a request back. His profile picture held his side with the lilac eye and he looked down at his lovely doberman, Vhagar. He is dressed in a dark-grey sweatsuit from what you could make out, hair pushed back from his beautiful face. In your mutuals is shows haelenalovesbugs and heyjacaerys and you grin with your teeth despite yourself.
Your phone buzzes again and you check your messages, and you first text your friends that you are on your way and would be there in forty minutes.
Aemond Targaryen: Took you long enough to speak with your mom. You: I fell asleep. Why are you still awake vhagaristhebest? Aemond Targaryen: I was up reading, hotgirlslovetoread. What are you doing right now? You: I am going to meet with some of my friends. Currently in the metro You: sent a photo Aemond Targaryen: You look stunning, as usual. Is that the subway? You: Thank you, and yeah. Anyways, what book were you reading? Aemond Targaryen: Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy You: No way! I love that book. What else does your reading might entail, Mr. Targaryen? Please tell me you love fiction. Aemond Targaryen: I do, actually. And others, you know the basics - the Picture of Dorian Grey, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson yada yada. You: Percy Jackson is like holy scripture to me. Aemond Targaryen: I am a religious man then. What do you like to read, Miss? You: All sorts of things - mostly fantasy though. But I have read a few of the classics. Might I interest you in the Scarlet Pimpernel? Aemond Targaryen: Added to tbr. You: How chivalrous of you. Alright, I should let you off now. Go to bed and get some rest. I am sure you need your beauty sleep for that flawless skin and hair. Aemond Targaryen: Shh… Don’t go about spilling my secrets. Take care.
One of your friends entered the metro, and squealed as you hugged her. “King’s Landing seemed to have been kind to you,” she observed.
“And that is the biggest lie,” You said. “It’s all being-back-home. Man, I missed the food there. No one seems to get the paneer tikka right?!”
“Oh, the menace,” She sighed.
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Half-way across the world, Aemond sat for dinner with his family, constantly checking his phone. Everyone was there: his father, mother, grandfather, step-sister, her husband, and their children. It was a mess, and he only found comfort with Haelena, Daeron and Aegon, as miserable as it was. He was quiet most of the time, keeping to himself like he normally did - only speaking to Haelena or Daeron or answering if he was asked something. He looked around the table once more, Aegon was busy stabbing his food and Haelena and Daeron conversed about something.
He looked at your profile picture for a long moment, admiring the way your hair looked as you faced away from the camera. He refreshed his feed once again, and saw that you had updated a story. With an excited heart, he opened it - finding you with your friends from back home. You were dressed in a green dress that reached a little above your knees and your hair was free of any confines. You looked so different from that night - you had been a temptress that night as you were now - but that night you were a storm, and today you were a gentle wind.
Aemond scrolled through the stories, screenshotting the one you had of yourself. The next picture was with a guy with his arm around you, and he looked at you with a soft smile on his face as you laughed at the camera. There was a sudden pang in his chest, but he ignored it. You wouldn’t have made the move on him if you had a boyfriend, would you?
He decided to reply to the story that you had of yourself. I know I said it already, but I’ll say it again - you look gorgeous, he sent, and put the phone down.
Daeron was applying for his subjects, more interested in Computer Science than finance like their mother wished to. Haelena told him that she had a lovely friend in the department and could speak to her regarding any queries that he had. 
Jacaerys, who was seated across from them, looked up at Haelena’s mention of “my lovely friend,” and smiled. “Do you mean Y/N?”
“Oh yeah,” Haelena agreed. “She was a part of your project wasn’t she?”
“Yup,” Jace said, nodding dreamily. “She is so pretty – and of course talented too, she made all of us do the work, stayed up till 4 with us to integrate the Artificial Intelligence bit to the moving parts. Daeron, if you want any help for Computer Science, Y/N should be your favoured contact.” 
“What did you say about Y/N?” Aegon asked, and Aemond internally groaned. He knew - 3, 2, 1 – there it was “I am sure Aemond knows a lot about her,” Aegon raised his glass as if for a toast, his brow raised and a smirk plastered on his face. “Don’t you brother? Or were you too busy eye-fucking each other to talk?”
“Aegon!” Their mother looked positively repulsed. “This is no manner of speaking for a man of your stature.”
“I am merely speaking the truth, mother,” Aegon said, shrugging. “Ask Aemond if it’s true or not. Don’t you find Y/N pretty?”
Aemond pursed his lips, glaring at his older brother. “Are you ashamed that she called you bad company?” he said, and their cousins snarked. 
At that, the glare he received was full of spite, but Aegon seemed to have calmed down enough to sit back in his seat. He returned stabbing at his food, but Aemond was left to deal with a confused Haelena. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”
“Haelena, it’s nothing.” He attempted to placate her. “I’ve only seen her at the party, and we exchanged phone numbers. We have barely even talked.”
“Because you were too busy eye-fucking?” Daeron added with a laugh. Aemond rolled his eye, lightly smacking his little brother. 
“Oh not you too.” Aemond sighed. “And even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. She’s gone back to India to see her family.”
Daeron elbowed him in the ribs, grinning like a fool. “Sure, you keep telling yourself that, Aemond.”
“Come on, don't you have anything better to do than bully me?” Aemond sighed.
“I do, but this is more fun,” Daeron said.
Aemond’s phone buzzed, as he checked the notification to see your message an involuntary smile graced his usually stoic features. 
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Meanwhile, your group chat with the girls was exploding with messages as you slept the night away in Delhi, exhausted after a day of enjoying with your old friends. You were surprised to wake up to over five hundred messages from the group chat, confused as to what could have happened. Did someone die?
Shaking that thought away, you first did your business in the bathroom and started brushing as you opened the chat. There had been so many tags to you, all of it screaming, “BITCH WHO WAS GONNA UPDATE??”
You spat out the toothpaste immediately as you saw Helaena’s text. She was very, very mad, furious. 
Helaena (Sweetheart): YOU HAVE BEEN TALKING TO AEMOND AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME! TELL ME WHY I HAD TO FIND IT FROM AEGON OF ALL PEOPLE! (cussing emoji) NEITHER OF YOU DID! Roomie<3: BITCH Y/N WHAT THE FUCK- Helaena (Sweetheart): IFKR? YOU TELL HER, CASEY. I AM FURIOUS WITH YOU Y/N, YOU ARE NOT GETTING AWAY FROM THIS
Rinsing out the remaining toothpaste, you quickly gathered yourself and thought of the best response that you could give. Perhaps the truth would be just fine.
You: I literally bumped into him at that party and then we exchanged phone numbers and we started texting like yesterday calm down guys, I didn’t tell you because there was nothing to tell. Helaena (Sweetheart): Aegon said that he found you, and I quote, “eye-fucking”. You: Well, Aegon’s an idiot. I literally bumped into Aemond and I would have fallen down the stairs if he didn’t hold me.
Roomie <3: How does that lead to number exchange. AND THEN THIS? You: then what? Helaena (Sweetheart): sent a photo
You gasped and nearly dropped your phone as you saw the napkin with your phone number and the red lipstick stain that was most certainly yours. 
You: I WAS DRUNK! AND HE DID IT THE OLD FASHIONED WAY Helaena (Sweetheart): What did he do? You: He had written his number on a napkin and gave it to me, and my drunk self thought it was only fair to return the favour. Roomie <3: Spill. Everything. You: *sent a voice note*
The group chat fell silent for a long moment as they listened to you speak, and then the two of your friends started yelling at you through the messages. As you want to have your breakfast chila, you read their commentary, waiting for them to calm down enough to let this go.
Aemond Targaryen: You seem really fond of “The Love Hypothesis”, hotgirlslovetoread. Might I enquire, why? You: Read around and find out ;P
A gasp had left your mouth as you read his text, and now you stared at your risky response to it. I shouldn’t have done this, I shouldn’t have done this. You glared at it in horror, but it was too late and he had already seen the message. Have you gone too far? Stunning him into silence? What if he thinks you are weird and stops speaking to you altogether? Gods, why am I like this?
Helaena (Sweetheart): Tell us immediately if you get any message from Aemond. I would like to know what my little brother is up to these days. Roomie <3: You want to see if you raised him right? Helaena (Sweetheart): Fucking hell I do. Look at him acting all grown up and not telling me that he actually met Y/N. You: Well, we’re just talking about books and stuff. Heleana, you did raise him right with the manners, I must say. Helaena (Sweetheart): Well, I must have gone wrong somewhere with the both of you since both of you met each other and decided not to tell me. You: I was a busy woman this past couple days, if anyone deserves these taunts it’s Aemond, not me. 
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Helaena sits in front of Aemond Daeron, carefully watching the chess game her little brothers are playing. Aemond moves his black pawn diagonally, taking Daeron's white queen. "Checkmate," He says, face stoic as ever.
"How do you always manage to win?" Daeron sighs, stretching in his chair. 
"You missed important observations," He explained. "When you play, all of your mind should be on the board, trying to figure out my next move instead of yours. If you get that fine, you'll win."
"Enough of chess now," Helaena said. "I want to go out with you guys now."
"We can go in half an hour, I just need to be on a short call with Professor Leyland," Aemond says, going to his laptop desk. "Shouldn't take more than 10 minutes,"
"Would it be a problem if we stay here?" Daeron asks, looking at him with big pleading eyes. 
"It's fine," He turns to his laptop, putting a finger to his lips to tell them to stay quiet.
"Good afternoon, Professor Leyland." Aemond speaks.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Targaryen." the other voice says. "You said you wanted a new topic for your research, and I was thinking of assigning you Indian history. It's a vast topic and I am hoping that you wouldn't have issues with the travel expenses."
"I am grateful that you think I am capable of covering that topic," He politely smiled, ignoring the burn of the glares being sent his way by his siblings. "Of course, expenses are not an issue."
"Good then, you will cover your project works in the subjects with the same. Feel free to choose any city for your report work." The old voice said. "That’s it Mr. Targaryen, have a good day."
"Good day, Professor." Aemond said as he hung up.
"What was that?" Helaena asked as he closed his laptop, looking at his too still hands. "This is some sorcery that you are doing."
“It’s fate!” Daeron said, clapping his hands together in his little drama queen fashion. “This is a sign from the universe, mate!”
Aemond couldn’t stop the heat that flooded his cheeks, but he cleared his throat as Helaena and Daeron shared a look. “Didn’t we have to go out?” he said instead. “You know what, we should go to the mall. I want to get… a new chain.”
“Sure,” Helaena commented, and Daeron snickered. “I will speak with Y/N,”
“Thank you,” Aemond said, straightening his straight sweater sleeve.
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idesofrevolution · 2 years
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Mr. Steal-Your-Man
You left the club exhausted. The music was hot, the people were hot, your girlfriend was... very drunk. It was the first time in MONTHS that you got to go out, and you were so excited to finally just let loose at a live concert again. Not that Christi was particularly into the idea. To be honest, listening to her complain and slur and talk shit about her "friends" had been nagging on your shoulder for some time now. If you were being real with yourself, you'd admit your feelings for her had diminished quite a bit. If you were keeping it truly real, you'd admit that you were tired of no sex for the past eight months. You were tired of her getting pissed when she caught you beating one out on a Saturday afternoon. You were tired of having to work, cook, clean, and silently agree with her every whim. In short, you were whipped and you were... well, exhausted.
You turned and did your best to let the bouncer deal with her drunken ramblings about you, as Uber began to load up on your phone. Please, don't be a long wait, you thought; begging to just get her home and into bed so you wouldn't have to worry. The little ding from your phone signaled you had precisely five minutes before "Greg" in is Red Toyota Sienna would come pick you up out front. Turning around, you prepared for the ungodly fight that was going to ensue to get her in the car and yet, as you scanned the crowd to see where she'd gone off to, you couldn't help but notice that you were being watched.
Against the side gate of the back alley leaned the musician for the night, fresh off the stage from his set. He was a DJ, you couldn't quite recall his name, but he was a fairly well known fixture around town after a few well received gigs and a quick tour. His face glistened with sweat as the streetlight illuminated him from above, his hand covering the flirtatious side grin he cast you from his face. Intriguing. You wonder if he recognized you from somewhere, or more likely his gaze was pointed at someone else closeby. Still, something felt magnetic from those stoned, red eyes.
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"BAAAAAAAAAAAABE I wanna go homeeeee." Christi's whining broke the connection like a baseball flying through a plate glass window. You took a deep breath and turned to her. She was fumbling with her clutch, trying to find keys for a car you didn't have. "I don't knoww... Where the fuck are the keys. I think... I think that fucking bartender took them. I bet..." Just as you were preparing to turn and head back into the club to appease her, a gruff, smoky voice came billowing from beside you.
"What's up. How'd y'all like the set?" You turned, and were met with the DJ's chill, definitely toked out face. From up close, you were better able to read him, and absolutely one hundred percent he was flashing you and Christi some looks. She turned and immediately started to do her typical chipper grovelling. That beat drop was so cool yada yada yada, the lights were so colorful yada yada yada, it frustrated you to no end knowing that she hated the set and wouldn't even dance, so every lie she spewed made your expression sink a bit further into irritation. "That's what's up, that's dope. Thank you so much." He was suave, a laid back attitude that perhaps was elevated by an inordinate amount of weed (of which you could easily smell behind a thick veil of sweaty musk), but it felt genuine- not put on for clout.
"Yeah, man. I fuckin' loved it. I'm gonna have to check you out on iTunes." He turned to you and smiled, raising his hand to collide with yours. He did not break eye contact, but his brows did furrow just a bit, a facial signal you'd read many times before.
"Yeah, man. I saw you out there on the floor. Love seein' folks feel the music, you know what I'm sayin'?" You and Christi both nodded, your attention entirely entangled with him. "So, I don't know if y'all are into this or not. But, I'm headin' back to my place in a bit, if you two wanted to... you know. Tag along." You were picking up what he was laying down. You'd never been propositioned like this before, you'd never been propositioned for a threesome before, and for a solid moment there you sincerely thought about taking him up on that offer. You'd never been with a guy before, you'd never been interested in guys before, but something was different with this dude. Yet, as you turned to see Christi's uninterested gaze and felt her pinch your forearm- the universal signal she was saying no.
"We've been drinking a lot, and I think we're just gonna get home and hit the hay. Thank you for the offer though!" You tried to smile, express your nonverbal apologies, and it seemed to be received. He held his hands up and chuckled.
"Hey, shoot your shot, right? You change your mind, let me know, aight?" He pulled out a sharpie from his pocket, fresh from signing his headshots, and scribbled on your hand a phone number and his name, Apollo. He winked at you two as he sauntered back down the back alley out of sight. You turned to Christi, yet again destroying your chances not only of getting laid, but dictating to you about promiscuity or something. You stopped listening the moment she called him a faggot.
The night ended much as expected. "Greg" showed up in his Red Toyota Sienna and drove you and Christi home. She stumbled around the kitchen a bit before taking the last of your La Croix and heading up to your bedroom before passing out atop the duvet. This is how every outing went. And frankly, you were done. You'd been done for quite some time now, but for some reason, you couldn't shake Apollo's wink from your mind and the tension of having yet another opportunity whisked away from you boiled over. You pulled your phone off the charger on the counter and typed in the number hastily written on your wrist.
"Hey," you texted "thanks for the offer tonight. If you're still out I'll defs come grab a drink or something?" You felt a rush. Was this wrong? Is this cheating? Did you... care? Your phone chimed: your caller ID proclaimed a message from DJ Apollo Wilde.
"dope im leavin the bar now meet up at my place on esplanade" followed by the address. You snagged your keys (a plus of not being drunk this evening) and checked your hair in the hall mirror. Just a once over before slipping out of the front door as quietly as possible.
The drive only took about fifteen minutes, and you were eventually out in front of a fairly nice apartment complex. Super modern, nicely landscaped, floor to ceiling windows... Impressive. You pressed the call button and typed in 7A. The box rang and after a solid 10-20 seconds of anxiety, Apollo's sultry voice spilled from the intercom.
"Whassup, head on up, man." The door buzzed loudly, and you quickly swung the door open and crossed the lobby to the elevators. You rode them to the 7th floor in quiet anticipation. You were floored you were doing this. Never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined that you'd be taking up some dude's offer for a nightcap in his apartment- let alone while being 'taken.' The doors opened to the floor and you meandered to the end of the hall: 7A. Outside the door were three or four sets of sneakers and boots, all wafting a heavy stench of wet foot funk. You knocked on the door, and could hear from the far end of the apartment a bit of movement. Taking another guilty glance down at your feet, the well worn shoes had caught your attention. You'd never liked feet. You'd never really been turned on by musk or sweat... But something about that warm, sharp scent... fresh... right off of his body... leaving some of himself in them, his essence... Yeah, it hit different. Before you could even know what you were doing you'd picked up one of the more beat up AF1's and brought it to your nose. You inhaled deeply, and let that intoxicating smell right into yourself. It hit just like poppers, a wave of goosebumps flushed down your body, and your head got ever so slightly more misty and light.
The fiddling of the lock came quick and as Apollo swung the door open you dropped the sneaker back onto the pile, trying to pull off a nonchalant posture as you met his gaze and hoping he hadn't seen. Just one look at him and whatever concerns or qualms in your head about whether or not to follow through with this insane booty call melted away. That slicked back, sweaty black hair, that stoned gaze that felt so effortlessly cool, that natural man smell that poured from his lean, inked frame. He nodded his head in greeting, reaching his hand out to you once more.
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Taking his hand, he guided you inside, letting the door shut behind him. The apartment was disastrously messy. Dirty clothes littered the floor atop mixers, amps, sneakers, tablets... all bathed in the blue and purple glow of colored lights. The fanciness of the apartment seemed more comfortable, to be honest, and you felt at ease in the smoke veiled flat. There, against a wall of glass, viewing the incredible skyline was a platform bed and a huge bong sitting atop an old MacBook.
"Damn, dude you got a nice..." You couldn't even finish before he'd taken your face between his slick palms and pulled your lips together. His lips were like butter, soft and pillowy; and his pierced tongue slid like a slick, smoky probe around your mouth. No girl had ever kissed this well before, no girl had ever tasted this mouthwatering. Your lips parting made you have an insatiable need for more, his hot breath still flooding your mouth.
"Fuck I'm glad it's just you, bruh. No offense but your girl is rough, man, but I was gonna push through it if I got to spend some time with you." His hands slid down your back and playfully groped your ass, before he pulled your hand toward the bed. He plopped down and finished packing the bowl he'd started, the leather jacket shining like polished latex in the fuchsia hues. "I know you ain't ever been with a dude before." The Bic lighter snapped as he lit the bowl, taking a considerable drag you were not confident you could follow. He winked at you as he blew the cloud of smoke into your face. "I can tell. But I'mma take it nice and slow for you, babe." Flashing a cocky grin, he passed you the bong. You brought the opening to your lips as he ignited the bowl. Pulling, pulling, pulling, until the bong was filled with white smoke. Before you could do it, Apollo pulled the stopper, and the smoke flooded into your lungs. Expecting a coughing fit of epic proportions, you held your breath. As you let the smoke slowly out, it felt as if you'd done this a million times even though this was by far the largest toke you'd ever taken. Your brows dropped, your eyes got heavy, your body relaxed, and your mind was finally contently quiet. He pulled out a small remote and clicked the speakers on. Some of his low fi, almost vaporwave beats began to pump through the bass. Though you'd never heard it before, you seemed to know every single beat, every single melody and scratch. He smiled as you bobbed your head to his music.
"That's right, baby. Here, take my boots off." Apollo swung his legs around, letting his huge, well loved Timberlands rest in your lap. "I saw you playin' with the AF's. You like it don't ya?" You absentmindedly nodded, and began to unlace the huge boats. Pulling off the first one, wet hot steam burst forth as if decompressing from the hot confines of the boot. His stretched out white socks were stained with his footprint on the bottom, beckoning for you. "Try the boot first, baby. Let summa that musty foot funk in." You brought the size 13 Timberland to your face and dragged just as you did from the bong. Sopping wet. Buttery. Salty. Tangy. It was as if you were inhaling his entire concert right out of the hot spring. His wet sock pressed and played with your growing bulge as you let your tongue slide across the insole, your tongue bursting with a flavor indescribably savory and addictive with every droplet of his sweat. "Fuuuuck, I love the way you love that funk after a show. Here, take the other one off."
You let the first boot thunk to the ground next to your feet, as you eagerly yank off the second yellow Timberland from his foot. As it drops to the ground, Apollo smiles as he puts his feet on your face, the sweaty, grimy slime of built up footsweat against your skin was better than any day spa could ever make you feel. So in euphoria were you that you didn't even notice your feet starting pulsate, as the hot smelly fumes from the Timberlands began to penetrate into your own soles and into every crevice behind each toe until your feet had begun to emanate his own irresistible musk.
"Fuck yeah, babe. I love how drunk you get off me. Gimme some of those lips." He pulled his feet from your face, smirking as he noticed the stubble that had begun to develop on your chin and upper lip. You crawled atop him in a feat of dirty passion you'd never had before, locking your rapidly plumping lips with Apollo's, still tainted with the taste of his own feet. You knew he loved your musty size 13's, especially after sharing his boots; a constant part of your filthy sex ritual. You knew he loved the taste of ashy weed on your pierced tongue as it slid over his, and you knew just how to make him happy when your lips met. His soft hands slid over your slimming body, ripping the ill fitted clothing from your tanning skin. You pulled away and began to slowly unbutton his pants. Tattoos sprawled out across your slimming fingers as your expertly pulled the ripped black jeans to the ground, exposing the throbbing outline of his cock behind the thin fabric of his Calvin Kleins.
"Aww fuck yeah, babe. You always know what to do." Apollo tossed the leather jacket aside, and sprawled backward with his arms behind his head; a naughty twinkle hidden in his narrow brown eyes. Pulling down the off-white calvins wet with sweat and pre, his lean, rock hard uncut cock nearly smacked you in the jaw as it does nearly every time. You lick around the head and under his foreskin, letting your piercing tease him while you taste that funky ass dick you love. He moans as you take him into your mouth, letting it slide down your throat without so much as a heave. He smirks as he grabs the back of your head and slams it down, face fucking you with rhythmic, rolling thrusts. His balls slap against your chin as your body starts to soak up his sweat on your skin, putting on just enough muscle to define your tall, sunkissed body. "Jesus Christ, you're so sexy." Apollo muttered, letting you up for air.
You smiled, your sultry and handsome face oozed sexual confidence matched only by his after years of damn good sex. Ripping off his shirt, you flipped him as he growled in furious lust, plunging your tongue into his tight, sweaty hole.
"FUCK, Mateo. Get in there, fuck yeah." Your cock elongated with every pump of blood; 6 inches. 8 inches. 10 inches, before the skin closed loosely over your 11" inch uncut python, begging to explore your man's spit slick hole. You pulled your tongue out, and quickly plunged your pre-lubed cock into Apollo. You fucked him bareback, deep with a swagger and romantic passion that drove you wild.
"Fuck, Apollo. I'm gonna blow." He growled thrust backwards, spearing himself on you and stroking your cock with an ass better than any fleshlight on the market until your inflating balls couldn't handle any more. You shot your famously massive load deep into Apollo, streams of white cum shooting out of his hole like a geyser. You smirked and pulled out just in time for him to grab you by the neck, tossing you onto your back.
"You're so fuckin' hot, Mateo. Let me in that ass." Gagging you with his socks you love to sniff every day, he plowed you rough with his wide hands against your throat until he could climax his own flood into your body. Apollo dismounted and plopped on his back next to you, throwing his arm around your neck as you fell asleep in eachother's juices.
The next morning, the sun shone bright through the windows onto you and your man's notoriously sexy bodies sprawled across the satin sheets. You woke up as you always did, swiping on your OnlyFans and Twitter until Apollo would wake. A grope of your lithe cock and a deep kiss was all you needed each morning from him, assuming it was just you two the night before. You hopped out of bed, slipping on one of Apollo's outfits from a show earlier in the week, and borrowing his ripe socks and Doc Martens to flesh out the look. In their home, "mi casa es su casa." Just as you were heading out to get some promo shots for the next album, a ping from your phone showed a strange text from an unknown number, asking about her boyfriend or whatever. Psh. Must've been the wrong number.
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sea-owl · 1 year
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I have been inspired! Okay the twins exist in Yandere!Bridgertons au yeah? Marina knew she was going to die soon after having them due to heartbreak. George was her soulmate. But she wanted to have a good life, so she still tries to trick Colin. Colin, in love with his soulmate Penelope but jealous because Eloise and her a closer due to society expectations yada yada, "courts" Marina. Marina knows it's fake but hey! Good dad for her kids, raised by her whip smart cousin when he pulls his head out of his ass? Hell yes. Penelope pissed? Yes. Buuuut........ She's also smart as hell so she just smiles and nods as it happens. Until Philip appears and she has a light bulb moment. Why did I write this? For the scene where Eloise knows Philip is hers and Marina FUCKING MARRIED HIM BEFORE SHE COULD STOP IT. So she goes to poison her, Marina smiles, drinks the poison and a la Olenna Tyrell explains her plan. Painless death and one over on a Bridgerton, two birds one stone. (I should not write while sleep deprived)
I'm going to be honest my Yandere Bridgertons AU is probably more book verse friendly with maybe a few elements from the show thrown in (few examples being keeping Auggie by making him and Ameila twins and keeping the desi heritage for the Sharma/Sheffield sisters.) But we can still make this work with Marina being a Bridgerton cousin!
Eloise's marriage is also one that Penelope set in motion because while she loved Eloise like a sister, she knew Eloise's protective nature was a huge reason as to why Colin felt comfortable enough to leave Penelope alone for so long.
Safe to say Penelope has been looking Eloise's soulmate for a while.
"Six proposals and Eloise still hasn't found her soulmate," Penelope groaned as she looked over her list of potential bachelors for her best friend. "Maybe I need to look outside of London?"
Eloise always did seem happier when they were in the country. Maybe a gentleman nearby to My Cottage? She would have to write to Sophie.
Dear Sophie,
Eloise has rejected yet another proposal and I fear I have run out of gentlemen to throw at her here in London. Could you please send me a list of the gentlemen in your area who may capture her attention? It would make me so happy for her to find her soulmate.
Your friend,
Penelope
Ten days later Penelope receives a reply.
Dear Penelope,
It just so happens that I have recently heard about a gentleman who may be the answer your Eloise inspired prayers. His name is Sir Phillip Crane, he runs a barony and is a botanist. A intellectual mind to help keep Eloise from getting board. Plus, it couldn't hurt to get an expert on plants in the family, could it? The only issue is that he is currently married to a Bridgerton cousin, you may have heard of her. A formerly Ms. Marina Thompson? But if I may speak plainly would that really stop any of them?
Your friend,
Sophie
No, that certainly wouldn't stop any of them, in fact that might be the challenge Eloise desires, Penelope thought to herself as she began her research on a one Sir Phillip Crane.
Penelope found most of her intel from former Cambridge students who had gone to school with Phillip. The more she learned about him, (a botanist, a boxer, and most importantly he was a rather passive man) the more perfect she found him for Eloise. Her next step was starting a correspondence, she did need advice after all on which flowers to look out for. You never know which ones are poisonous after all.
Phillip and responded quickly and sent a few pressed examples. Penelope couldn't lie she was fascinated by the ones Phillip had said came from America labeled as fringed bleeding hearts, or the Latin name, dicentra eximia. Penelope liked Phillip's letters, he was nice friend.
Now it was time to set the trap.
"I have made a new friend," Penelope said one day over tea.
Eloise paused. "Really? Do I know here?"
"You know his wife," Penelope replied. She pretended not to see Eloise stiffen. "Sir Phillip Crane, he is married to your cousin Marina. They live in Romney Hall over by My Cottage."
"And why are you corresponding with him?"
"I had a question on some plants I found near our country estate. A former classmate of his told me to contact him."
Two days later Eloise left for My Cottage.
Five days after that Sophie sent Penelope a letter.
Dear Penelope,
We were right to send Eloise Sir Phillip's way. He is her soulmate. Now comes the question of how to get rid of the wife. Eloise wants it done quickly but Benedict cautioned her of being too hasty. I believe they plan to give mind altering tea. They say she was always sad; this tea will apparently make her sadder. Not that they told me any of this, you know how our Bridgertons are, always trying to protect their soulmates. Be prepared to keep her reined in during the mourning period, they must not do any more than send letters to one another.
Breathe and be patient, it will be your turn soon enough.
Your friend,
Sophie
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alazyparallelworld · 1 year
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How did you meet your boyfriend? Is it a LDR??
oh-!! uhm, yes, we are long-distance. overseas, lol. our financial situations n visas n Worldwide Regulations mean we haven't met in-person yet… our plans keep getting pushed back for such-n-such reasons, but we got like. a Specific Goal this year, that'll coincide with other reasons for him to be in the states. etc.
AS FOR THE, 'MEET CUTE,' he was aware of me beforehand. we - my 'best friend,' (one of them) who is also his best friend is… his ex… for a time, when i was in between clusterfucks of relationships whether For Real romantic or fp(s) on unrequited (@ me- i was not, interested in either of them. flips hair) crushes or whatever - i referred to them, as, my 'wife' in a tongue-in-cheek way
THIS CERTAINLY. MADE HIM REACT. he knew me prior, still, but calling his ex - 'my wife!' got his eye. and his ire. i, oblivious, of this one-sided enemy (jokes) … anyway, our mutual Best Friend at some? point? hosted a stream. quiet, not too busy, as it was a friends-only affair. i was either lonely, or bored, maybe some mix of the two, or felt as thought i was Neglecting my best friend due to my then-chaotic IRL life and housing situation. so, i, watched. i think only me n my bf were there, perhaps a third person dipped our during, etc.
he was polite enough. both of our schedules were free, he was unemployed, yada yada, i was in desperate need of Companionship, so we exchanged discords. and i remember. keenly. my first, guttural, Reaction was
"oh, i'm gonna trap his ass"
despite everything he has never been my. FP. favorite person. no, this was sort of… Pure, obsession, head-over-heels. to this day i cannot pinpoint what was the. Attractive feature? Why he 'stole my heart' [ouma JPN voice] or swept me off my feet. myb he had small, but numerous, Allures. or i was that needy, that any kind of - 'relatively normal' attention, that was not Unadulterated Delusional Infatuations as i was receiving on the side - caught my full attention. IDK.
later on, in an idle convo between us 3 (me, bf, aforementioned best friend) best friend was like… I had a feeling - you two would - essentially, played, matchmaker. Cupid. and i was ready to fall in love.
but he was. Is. different. he was very cautious about me, wary, as thru secondhand talkings he knew my life and my Personality was. unstable. Fluxing… that, to me, lol - i've always liked, puzzles, challenges, and whereas for anyone else i would [smash whatever dumb barrier separates] i played along. I didn't want to scare him away. I didn't 'hide' my - uh, insanity, rlly - or my poor mental n physical health, the latter of which was. RAPIDLY deteriorating. but i didn't unveil the, "I WANT TO HAVE A QUIET, INDOOR WEDDING, AND THEN WE LIVE BEHIND A WHITE-PICKET FENCE-" which is mandatory for my "i am deeply Enraptured/Obsessed/In Love with you." lmfao
REALLY… IK THIS SOUNDS, MELODRAMATIC BUT. i think in a month-or-two of us. Crossing the friendship line [n we were well beyond that line, the Too-Far-4-Friendship Event was a daily occurrence] he asked, tentative, for clarification. You don't… like me, right? Bc I don't feel the same way. I don't think I can, ever will, etc.
me, lying thru my teeth: Of course not. This is just for fun. :) We're friends!
TO BE CLEAR I WAS NOT HURT BY HIS. "I don't wanna date you! Ever! Sorry!!!" as i said he was wary! i knew not to push. give him time… and then another month-or-two later, he backtracked. "I think.. I'm in love with you…" and i, went, oh same. Have been.
he asked, if i already was, back during his establishing, "i don't like you That Way," and i said. Yeah! Really, from the moment I met you. THIS SHOCKED HIM AT THE TIME altho he had, Suspicions abt my actual feelings, thruout our pre-dating… he agrees that if i had been honest - "I do like you! A lot, actually! Since our first exchanging of sentences -!!" he would've bolted. Ran for the hills. he's quite 'tsun' or 'kwaa' about it, so don't tell him i told you that… /light-hearted
all this to say. I succeeded. I trapped his ass. [Shows off our interlinked chain] but, if you think about it, it's the vice versa… so often I'm mistaken for Amy Dunne to his Nick, in reality it's the op- [dragged off screen]
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luna-loner · 2 years
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Here’s another ask, Maehara for the ask game please
Of course, of course. Sorry if this is late.
First impression: Didn't really care about him.
Impression now: Well, I can see now that he's not just a womanizer now; he's also a good friend, not only to Isogai, but to other characters as well. Still, he's not really that high up on my fave list, and I feel like it's hard for me to write him well.
Favorite moment: when he's glaring daggers at Gakushuu. I love it because I don't think we've ever got to see this really scary side of Maehara. Ofc, we've seen how outspoken he is, and doesn't shy away from standing up to a teacher like Takaoka, but to just there and give someone a silent death stare? I guess Isogai is a major red line no one should cross. (Plus tbh, Gakushuu deserved it. Watching that scene, I really wanted to slap that smug look off face. You just don't blackmail Isogai and expect people not to get angry, no matter how much of interesting character you are)
Idea for a story: He's mostly has a supporting role in every story he's featured in, usually as Isogai's best friend. Again, I can't write him well, so I have no idea for a story where he the main character.
Unpopular opinion: Until he fixes that womanizing habit, he's not allowed to date anyone. Seriously, this should be canon, imagine if Kataoka's the one who proposes the ban and all girls (esepcially Okano) are in favor. Most of the boys, too, including *gasp* Isogai? That traitor! (Also Karma just to annoy Maehara, and Mimura because he's jealous of Maehara's popularity) The only one adamantly against it is Okajima, who gives a long, emotional speech about freedom to pursue romantic relationships and healthy teenage "developmemts" (yeah, he's going there), but once someone points out that Maehara not dating means less competition for Okajima, he immediately changes his tone by giving a long, emotional speech about the importance of self-restraint and self-reflection (add a little feminism in there) Maehara has the worst friends, doesn't he?
Favorite relationship: Romantically, none. Platonically, I wanna see a friendship with Yada since they go to the same university. I'm also interested in the potential, purely chaotic friendship between him and Karma. His friendship with Isogai is also nice, but I'm more interested in fanon friendships.
Favorite headcanon: He babysits Isogai's siblings a lot, and they play "knights and monsters" with Maehara as the monster. The little rascals give him such a hard time chasing him, and always knock him down so hard on the ground (fr, Isogai's brother jumps from a sofa or something, slams into Maehara, and knocks him down) they also have to have this long heroic speech before finally stabbing him to "death" (Meanwhile, Maehara has to just lay there waiting for them to finish and "kill" him already. He even drums his fingers in boredom, to which whoever's doing the speech pauses and lightly slaps his hand saying, "Stop that, monster!") Maehara hates playing it, but he can't say no to the twins so...
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thatoneguy031 · 1 year
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"What the heck was that for?" he asked Jayden. "I can't believe you'd actually steal someone's Pokemon like that!" "Chill out," Jayden said. "It's not like it was already Bianca's to begin with. She just called dibs on Snivy, and didn't act on it. That was her fault, not mine." "The Professor gave those Pokemon to us, not you!" Jason was growing angrier by the second. "You don't know how long the three of us were waiting to become Pokemon Trainers! And you just... rob someone of that chance?" "It's like you said... Juniper probably has more Pokemon in store. It'd probably be better than these three weirdos, anyway." Jason covered his Pokemon's ears. "Don't call them that!" he said. "They're not weirdos, they're all awesome! Me and Oshawott are gonna travel the world, see new faces-" "-Battle more Pokemon, and you'll love them like they were just pets, yada yada," Jayden interrupted. This was the same speech that Jason gave her and their mother for the past few years, and it really bugged her. "Besides, you don't know if Bianca's gonna be a good Trainer or not." "Don't you dare say that!" Jason said, offended on his best friend's behalf. "You're beginning to sound just like her father!" "And? So what if I am? We're both older, and we know better than you and your little ragtag group." Jason groaned. He hated that excuse; "I'm older, so I'm better than you." She always used it as a cop-out when she wants to rub their three-year age difference in his face. It was awful. Oshawott seemed to have noticed Jason's anger. "Oshawott, Osha, Oshawott!" he yapped at her. "Woah, woah, buddy... Calm down," Jason soothed his Pokemon, and he turned back to Jayden. "But, I do agree with him, whatever he's saying... You need to chill, like, seriously. Stealing Pokemon, insulting those same Pokemon... Don't you think you're being a bit mean?" Jayden shrugged. "They can handle it. There are other Pokemon and even humans that have been through worse." "What the heck, Jayden!?" Jason was appalled. "That's an awful way to think! ...You're awful, Jay." "So what if I am!?" Jayden stormed out of the room, and headed downstairs. "Only you think that way, and I'm making my Pokemon tougher by showing them the real world! I don't have to take this from you!" Jason just stood there as Jayden left, unable to say anything. This was not how he expected to start off his birthday. Not at all. His sister stole a Pokemon - the same Pokemon he didn't even know they were getting in the first place - and one of his two friends can't even start her adventure because she was more or less robbed. Sighing as he tried to figure out how to fix everyone's problems, he walked down the stairs as well, with his partner Pokemon still on his shoulder. As he walked down the stairs, he saw his mother sitting at the living room table, looking fairly confused. "Hello sweetie, and happy birthday," she said kindly. "Your friends already left, likely going to see Juniper." "...Hey, Mom," was all Jason said. "Did you like your gift?" This is when she noticed the Pokemon on Jason's shoulder. "Oh my gosh, your Oshawott looks so cute like that!" she said excitedly. "Yeah..." Jason scratched the Pokemon's chin, and he chirped happily. "We're gonna travel all of Unova together... Where's Jayden?" "I don't know... I only heard her stomping down the stairs, shouting about you." Well, duh, Jason thought. She always is. "Is it alright if I go to see my friends?" he asked. "What? Of course!" his mother said, and Jason headed to the front door. "...Wait." Jason was caught off guard when his mother got up and hugged him. "...Be safe on your travels, sweetie," she said softly, holding him tight. "I will. I love you, Mom." With that, Jason headed outside. He headed to Professor Juniper's lab, where he met with Cheren and Bianca again.
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Many people who knew because of the antecedent I can choose if I want to score to be my baby mama BUT YOU ARE DUMB F****** MEN STILL HAVEN'T FIGURED OUT OR YOU GUYS ARE JUST YOU KNOW THE PROBLEM IS I'VE SEEN BETTER MAN AND THEN I'M REALLY TODAY I'M REALLY SORRY ABOUT THAT LIKE CHICAGO I MISS THE MEN OF CHICAGO
No Dallas wouldn't let me go into Chicago and now it's already too late 2 months 60 days later what's the point of going there again BUT WHAT I DID SEE THEY DO HAVE A DISPENSARY AND IT'S RIGHT IT'S IN BUS DRIVING DISTANCE SO MAYBE AFTER VIRGINIA WE WILL FORCE CHICAGO TO KILL ME as long as they got I mean I'm just I'm looking at my career and me buying a bag of weed with the last $20 instead of food the training happened over 15 years ago and it was intended for today remember the car fight the car argument those battles happened over 15 years ago intended for today IT ALMOST SEEMS LIKE SUNLIGHT CITY HAS HAS HELD OFF THESE INCIDENCES FOR NOW WHERE I'LL BE KIDNAPPED BY THIS STUPID AND IN THESE CITIES ARE A LOT UGLIER REAL UGLY WE SEEM TO NOTICE WHAT HAPPENED LIKE THE CITY WERE IN RIGHT NOW BECAUSE A NEW CITY OF MISSISSIPPI WAS BUILT IT'S A PRETTY OBVIOUS and then again who continues to build cities in his leadership left over and and did you see how quick he slapped some concrete up and made hills in the city the sidewalks aren't even even
Right we believe we are here for the integration word accident he loves calling the people an accident you think but the good thing for me he thinks he's my best friend and if you guys need anything I need you to just run past the message and I'll ask him for you Guy can't get off my dick if he tried
BUT AGAIN FOR THE ANTECEDENT I SAID LISTEN I DON'T HAVE TO LET THIS GIRL BE MY BABY MAMA AND THEY KNEW IT WITH ALL THE BLACK MEN STILL CONSIDERED CONTINUED TO SAY NO HE'S MINE HE'S MINE IT'S MY BUSINESS IT'S THE ONLY SERVICE I OFFERED TO WHITE HAIR WHITE SKIN MEN IN SNOW and again I continue to tell him two men at the end of this are going to be fighting in the road winner takes all a white skin man and a black skin man AND THEN FROM THE LOOKS OF THESE CITIES IN THE EXTORTION THE ANTICIPATION OF THIS EVENT THE WHITE SKIN MAN WON HANDS DOWN
But but I think they realize that for her to be a no-show and and continue to be hidden and then just all black men outside what he did was was very wrong try to set me up for building 3/4 called me a child molester and a baby killer the problem is it didn't work so he went and took it another step forward and filled it up a little black skin boys ALMOST LIKE A DREAM TURNING INTO A NIGHTMARE
And any kidnapped me to these cities full of black skin boys to throw their dominance around against any white skin boy who comes remember them in statement they're going to remember this for 15 years and all these blacks are going to be thrown into sunlight city after sunlight City that one great day where we killed all those white skin boys and white skin men AND IN THEIR CODEPENDENCY FOR SATELLITE MAKE IT TO HAVE ALLOWED TWO MEN TO BE SEPARATED AT ALL TIMES STILL COMMUNICATE yeah salad bakers just go back to the I'm sorry blacks get people and kill all the white hair white skin girls in front of them remember Kansas the show my dick is still hard for me I can't get over it I'm so excited I just want to go back to Chicago and start feeling a little white hair girls in front of black men to show them how really sorry I am for their entire enslavement of their own people in 3/4 it worked I saw it work I WON
But of course the black skins are we called what it wasn't we want those girls and blah blah yada yada
BUT IT WOULD AGAIN I WAS USED FOR FAVORS FOR OTHER CITIES TO EXERCISE THEIR UNIONS AND SINCE WE'RE NOT ALLOWED TO SEE PRETTY MERCEDES ANYMORE IT WOULD BE MY UNDERLINING UNDERSTANDING WHY I'M HERE BECAUSE YOU ARE YOU PEOPLE GOT MAD AT SATELLITE MAKERS WOULDN'T PLAY NICE AND DRESS DOWN THEIR CITIES AND THEY STARTED USE THIS FAVOR FOR A LITTLE BLACK SKIN BOYS NOW I HAD HIM HERE. IF I HAD A DOLLAR FOR EVERY TIME A LITTLE BLACK SKIN BOY COMES UP TO ME SO I KNOW HIM BECAUSE HE WAS HERE you know puke 🤢 you know your white skin sound like your father said the same thing to me and then puke 🤢 again
So this has become about favors at this point it was across my career where everything was for a favor I'll let him leave this city and into your City to exercise your union for a favor and then you just tell the people you fed your own people and it would have said what has happened. No fair he did it no fair he did it no fair he did it not a black skin people want to do a favor for the little black skin boys and we can't help acknowledge and and have witnessed the incidences of blind side after blind side after blind side after blind side SO THIS LOSER BLACK SKIN MAN CAN HAVE OUR KIDS A BLINDSIDED BEFORE THEY BEFORE THEY WAKE UP AND REALIZE THEY THEY KNOW HE WAS THE REASON WHY THEY'RE IN PRISON. YOU DON'T DO THAT TO PEOPLE it wasn't a white skin man it was indeed a black skin man who has me here in prison
So this our favor for a friend of my father seems to be the results of what's happening here and what's happened here AND AGAIN FOR YOU CITIES TO BE BASED OUT OF NORTH CAROLINA'S AIRPORT LAYOVER AND THIS BRANCH OFF NORTH AND EAST in a timeline it's very obvious of who these men are why they were kicked out of their cities remember they were playing a game with me is it a white skin boy or a satellite maker white skin boy AND THEN IS IT A SLEEPING WHITE SKIN BOY OR A WOKE WHITE SKIN BOY
And after a while I realized those were those certain cities who in the amount of time had the ability to to transfer that story to perform those statements outside AND AND NOW I'M I'M REALIZING THAT THESE MEN AND AND WHO THEY ARE AND I COULDN'T LAUGH ANY HARDER TO FIND OUT THAT THEY'RE PROBABLY THE BIGGEST AND THE BIGGER LOSER THAN THAN THE BLACKSKIN MEN HERE IN THESE CITIES and then for this statement to fly around she won't let me die for her if you for it to end up like this with this little nursery rhyme and then this fallacy of us men never needed her permission to die for her she's going to get whatever we give her but for you guys to let it play on your conscience is embarrassing and shameful and just because you guys stated it and believe in it I don't think you should die for her either s*** I know a fish were here on this Earth walking around they wouldn't let you die for them either because you guys are so embarrassing
Thank you for letting me share
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deepend-swimmer · 3 years
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to be very honest with all lovers tropes, being in love with your best friend is very much a bummer when it's unrequited
#it just is alright#like yeah i love him as my best friend yada yada but i still long for something else and i'm not gonna get that but i also can't let go#sometimes it's consuming you know? i know i should let go but it's just as wild fire it's hasn't been on my hands ever since i let out#and i was getting over it i was moving one but i guess that the reason why i'm back at feeling so much of it is bc he makes me feel safe#and i need safety right now#just like the bad dream i had somedays ago#he is my childhood best friend if there a thing that I've felt beside him was safe safe to be myself safe to be around safe to breath#and now i don't feel safe in any of those things i'm paranoid i go to walk my dog and i think every man is looking at me#i go to the groceries and i get anxious when a man is getting close bc he might touch me i don't like listening to men's voices#and i see him everywhere i go every where and it's exhausting so exhausting bc he is not here and i know that but i still see him#when a guy' approaching me on the street even if i'm inside my car and they're on a bike if they look a tiny bit like him i've to look away#and i can't hear the ocean anymore and for some reason youtube decided that a surfer's ad is the only one my account needs#and every time an ad comes i know it's going to be it and feel on the verge of anxiety of breaking down into tiny pieces that can't be glued#but henrique makes me feel like the ocean like the girl that loved the ocean and wanted to learn how to surf so bad and it's safe around men#like i was in a really bad place three days ago really bad and the only thing that brought me back was him saying absurds about spiderman#bc he is a dork and he is tall and broad and he loves spiderman and he is safe he makes me feel safe and i can't push that back not rn#so yeah childhood best friends to lovers sounds amazing but i'm not good enough to have that and that is a fucking bummer#a little bit of a rant guys lmao#i keep pouring things out on yall sorry about that#dave love confesses at midnight#deaif
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I'll check them out ((:
YES ANGST TO COMFORT IS MY FAVE AHHH okay here we go..
Kazu. And his lover (Fem! Reader) getting into a huge argument on board The Crux. We all know that usually he's very calm, collected, nice etc. But this time, you can choose the reason, he snaps and bursts out at reader, WHO, already feels like they're not good enough for him. I hc that when he gets genuinely angry, he spits out the worst, most ruthless words. Reader has no vision (she went on board for Kazuha and to help out with.. everything except for fight related things ig), isn't the best at words, and compares herself to Lumine, who, to her, has everything and she feels like Kazu is dating her out of pity. She loves the blonde, she really does, but her insecurities eat her up so bad. ("She has saved three nations, and what am I doing?" Things like that.) So, during the argument, he uses those against her. He uses her biggest insecurities against her. Anyway, she runs away, yada yada. /Additional part.. Beidou hears everything, she knows all about the reader since they grew up together, and so she gives the man a huge lecture. But scrape this part if you wanna since you don't want to write it since you don't write for her, but it's part of my brainrot hsjsh./ More angst you say? Sure!!! Abit of reader's backstory: her whole life, she's been looked down on, she's also very brainwashed.. to think that she's never good enough, not good at anything, she's useless, worthless and all that, so for her to join Kazuha on his journey/travels is a huge sacrifice for her (for him?? What is English-) since she's an introvert but she tries her best to come out of her shell; baby steps. ANYWAYYY, you can decide the ending but happy ending please, I can't take pure angst. 😭 Anyway yeah, I've had this brainrot for days and if you don't wanna write it, it's fine.
This is so long omg sorry, I tend to ramble and my attention to details is painfully strong. But yeah it has mentions of Lumine and it also features Beidou, so technically I'm breaking the rules here??? I shall stop here 😶 And why did I just dump myself onto reader lmaooo.
Take care and stay safe!!!
(Oh and also wanna be moots/friends? I'm v shy to ask but you're so nice and jskshs okay bye)
Essence of the Stars
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pairing: Kaedehara Kazuha x fem!Reader
genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst (the comfort part will come in part 2)
words: 2.5k
summary: It only took a few words for his voice to join the chorus in your head.
tw: arguing, insecurities, implied emotional abuse
a/n: This is for you @mako-yaki! I hope you like it! Also, to clarify, when I say I only write for the characters on my rules list, it means I only take requests for those characters. I should clear that up and update my rules. So no worries El, you're not breaking any rules here.
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As the assistant to Yinxing, the Crux's surgeon, your main duty whenever the fleet returns to Liyue is to restock the supply of herbs for the concoction of medicine and potions. As such, you're no stranger to the Bubu Pharmacy and its mysterious owner, as well as his enigmatic apprentice who seems to have trouble remembering things.
As an avid botanical ethusiasts and endlessly curious about discovering the new healing properties of plants, you have the added joy of talking to said owner and learning new things from him.
On this particular errand, while collecting the bags of requested herbs from Baizhu, he told you about the appearance of a rare plant that was thought to have gone extinct years ago.
"Duskbloom," Baizhu says and your eyes lit up at the recognition of the name, having briefly seen it in one of your herbal encyclopaedias. "A flower that only blossoms in the light of the setting sun."
"And can only thrive in deep caverns with little exposure to sunlight." You finish.
"Very good, you still remember your studies." He nods in satisfaction. "The flower was thought to have gone extinct during the time of the Archon War, but recently one of my apprentices had discovered it growing in one of the caverns in Lisha."
Your eyes flitted over to the reception table, where the little girl would normally be. Changsheng, noticing this, speaks up. "You best not wait up for that girl, she's out collecting herbs somewhere. Who knows when she'll return with that head of hers."
"Unfortunately, any Duskblooms that Qiqi managed to harvest are being used for research. However, if you're willing to make the trip, exit Liyue Harbor on the south side and go past the stone Yaksha statues. Keep on the road until you see the river. Where it splits you should see a branch of it flowing down into the mouth of a cavern."
That doesn't sound too far off. Maybe you can convince Captain Beidou to let you and Kazuha have a day off, if even that long.
"Thank you, Baizhu-sensei," you say as you receive the bag of herbs from him, your heart filling with excitement. "I'll check it out."
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Convincing Kazuha is the easy part. Your lover quickly agrees to your request of accompanying you, a gentle and adoring smile on his face as he listens to you talk about the flower and some of its medicinal properties with a sparkle in your eyes.
"Duskblooms! I thought I would only be able to see them in books. I never thought I would be able to study them in real life." Your face is bright and eager. "Just think about what sickness they can cure." You stop when you finally notice how he's staring at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "O-oh, am I boring you with this?"
"Not at all, love." He takes your hand in his, his maroon eyes still gazing at you with affection. "I love hearing you talk with such passion and vigor. And even if it is an ordinary topic, I can never be tired of your voice."
Your heart palpitated at his words as a flush creeps up your cheeks. Even after being in a relationship with him for some time, his words have yet to cease their effects on you, and frankly you doubt there will come a time they will not make your stomach flutter.
Although you have travelled with Kazuha a number of times throughout Liyue, they were mostly at places where both of you made absolutely certain there would be no enemies or danger lurking about. After all, as someone who was not blessed with a Vision, you couldn't wield the elements, and you weren't someone who took up fighting either – instead preferring to use your hands to bandage wounds and pound herbs into paste.
For a trip to a mysterious cavern like this, you both agreed it's best to call on someone with experience from the Adventurer's Guild to go with you.
After a few hours of posting the commission, someone accepted. You sigh in relief when you see that it's the Traveler, knowing that she's more than capable of handling a simple mission such as this. You haven't seen her since the situation at Inazuma ended, electing to stay behind on Watatsumi to help tend to the wounded and rejoining the Crux when the heat of the conflict passed.
You two meet up with her and Paimon at the Guild's reception desk, exchanging greetings before setting out. You catch up with Lumine along the way, and although she answers your questions with a smile, you can't help but notice how she looks as if though she's being weighed down – no doubt still affected by the events in the Land of Thunder.
It doesn't take long for your group to arrive at the location, with the way Lumine expertly guides you around one would think she has been in Liyue even longer than you have.
The sound of the rushing water fills your ear as Kazuha takes your hand and carefully leads you into the cave, your feet hitting the damp ground.
Scanning the place to the best of your abilities with limited lighting, you zero in on some flowers among the grass that's swaying with the breeze. You trot over and squat down, a smile lighting up your face when you see the dark blue and violet purple petals bleeding into a blush pink, the flower currenlty closed due to it only being midday. However, you know that when it blooms, it will reveal rows and rows of petals surrounding a yellow centre, just as described in your books.
"Is that it?" Lumine asks. "It looks really pretty."
"Indeed. Its colors remind me of the sky when the sun is barely below the horizon, but the stars are already in view. Duskbloom," he muses. "What a fitting name."
"Can you eat it?"
You chuckle at the floating fairy's question. "It's been said to also be used in cooking, yes. But I haven't been able to find any recipes with it as an ingredient."
You look around the cave, silently counting the amount of flowers in your head. There isn't a lot of them, below 10 from what you can see, so you decide to take 2 for now. But just as your fingers close in on the stem, an unexpected enemy burst forth from the ground.
You yelp in surprise and fall onto your butt as what you thought were Duskblooms turn out to be Whopperflowers.
"Dove, are you all right?" Kazuha says in a worried tone as he helps you up.
"I'm fine." Your legs shake as you stand.
"Paimon, you and (Y/N) find a place to hide." Lumine summons her sword and squares off against one of the Whopperflowers.
Kazuha kisses your cheek, muttering words of assurance to you before joining the Traveler. You and Paimon nod at each other and quickly find a wall to hide behind while Kazuha and Lumine deal with the Pyro and Cryo Whopperflowers.
The Cryo one is easier to deal with, the fire from its Pyro companion more than enough to neutralize its ice. The Pyro Whopperflower, however, constantly evades the attacks by retreating into the ground and appearing back again in another location.
Your eyes widen when you see the grass catching fire from the Whopperflower's fireballs, the blaze quickly spreading and threatens to engulf the other Duskblooms. Your heart pounds in panic at the thought of the precious flower succumbing to extinction once again, and even before you can harvest them no less.
To this day, you still don't know where you get the courage to propel your legs forward, ignoring Paimon's cry of your name as your mind focuses on nothing but the flowers. You rush forward, dodging the fire and plucks two Duskblooms just as the flames begin to lick at their stems.
You roll on the ground, panting and grasping the flowers to your chest, panicked yells of your name ringing in your ears. You sit up to see the Whopperflower right in front of you.
You scream, but there is barely any time for you to get up and run as it is already charging up to throw a fireball at you. You shut your eyes, teeth clenching as you await for the burning singe.
A burst of wind explode before you, and you open your eyes to see Lumine shielding you with her sword, the Whopperflower blasted away by her Anemo power. For good measure, she unleashes a ray of lightning to incapitate it and Kazuha finish it off with a slash of his sword.
Adrenaline still course through your veins as you watch it turn into dust, and only when you feel Lumine shaking you did you register that she has been calling you. "W-what?"
"Are you all right? Were you hurt anywhere?"
"N-no." You do a quick once over of your body, finding only dirt and grass clinging to your clothes and skin. You can't say the same to Lumine, however. "Oh! Let me patch you up."
You got out the supplies from your bag, applying a salve to her minor burns and cleaning up some of the cuts before bandaging them. You are about to do the same thing to Kazuha when he suddenly steps back from you, an unreadable expression on his face.
You flinch, not expecting for him to react like that, nor are you ready for the storm of emotions clouding his maple-red eyes. He turns away, obscuring his face from you, and simply says in an even tone.
"We should head back."
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The journey back is uncharacteristically quiet, enough to make you squirm as you all follow the road back to Liyue Harbor. You keep trying to glance at Kazuha, but he doesn't say a single word to anyone, still retaining that emotionless look on his face that somehow unsettles you more than anything.
You part ways with Lumine and Paimon, and the trip back to the Alcor is not an improvement. You walk behind him, reluctant to speak up when you don't even know what's on his mind. There's something heavy hanging in the air, something you never thought would happen when you're with Kazuha, and the unknown nature of it makes your throat clench unconsciously.
You make it onto the deck and follow him down to the crew's quarters, where thankfully there is only the two of you. You set your bag down and hesitantly approaches him, but he still refuses to meet your eyes.
"Kazu-"
"What were you thinking?" You stop in your tracks at his tone of voice – still steady, but some underlying emotion hidden behind them makes your heart throb in nervousness.
He turns to face you, and you almost gasp at the way his eyes narrow and darken, stormy with anger and ire. Your legs shake, never having seen those things being directed to you by him before.
"I-"
"You were specifically told to hide." He cut through your words and make you snap your mouth shut. "Why would you run out like that? How can you be so reckless?"
You keep your mouth close and he continues. "Do you even know what danger you were in? You are Visionless." You recoil, something about the way he let out that word conjure up unpleasant memories for you. "You don't even know how to fight and you decided to barge into the middle of battle for what?"
"You don't have a Vision. You don't know how to fight. What good are you?"
He grits his teeth and let out a huff of exasperation. "What's worse, not only your safety but you put the Traveler's safety in danger. What if she wasn't there? What if she got injured due to your actions? Did you even think about that?"
"Look at what you've done!"
"Thank Archons for Lumine's capabilities. At least she has a good head on her shoulders," Kazuha mutters, and you feel as if though someone has gotten a hold of your heart and is squeezing it in their palm.
"At least one of your children is blessed."
"How can I trust that you're not going to make the same mistake twice? I can't look after you all the time, (Y/N). Especially not if we're out in the world and encounter some unexpected danger."
"I think it's best if you don't accompany us from now on, (Y/N). It will certainly relieve all of us of stress."
"W-what are you saying?" You manage to croak out, but your voice sounds disembodied. As if though you aren't completely there.
He doesn't answer your question, only staring at you with those eyes. Your heart pounds like drums in your chest as your breathing quickens, and you feel your stomach twisting into knots. You long to say more, to open your mouth and say sorry to him and please, I'll be good, I'll be better next time, just please-
"I need some air."
How much time has passed? A minute? A few seconds? It all feels like eternity to you. Kazuha brush past you, not even looking at you on the way up, the cold breeze he leaves behind making you shiver.
Your legs feel like jelly under you, and you would've fallen into a heap if not for your muscles locking up and putting you in place like a statue. It isn't even a hot day, but you feel like you're burning up from the inside.
"No good. Can't do anything right. Ruined everything. Only weighing all of us down."
"Visionless."
You shake your head vigorously and cover your ears, trying your best to deny that those words came out of your beloved's mouth. But it only makes things worse.
His voice begins to blend in with your parents' and sibling's until it morphs into a twisted choir that endlessly spats out insults at you. You want to scream, want to counter their words and say that you're better than that. But over the years you have come to accept their words, letting them drip into your ears like honey, only revealing their true nature when they poisoned your veins.
You don't know when you curl up into a ball, don't know at what moment the tears begin to escape your eyes, but you flinch all the same when you feel hands on your shoulders. You look with misty eyes to see the outline of your captain, but it did nothing to soften the voices in your head.
"Captain..." You rasp out. "I...can't breathe..."
Your heart feels like it's beating right out of your ribcage as your throat constricts, not even giving you the opportunity to let out the racked sobs that threaten to swallow you whole.
You feel her pulling you closer into an embrace, trying her best to tell you to breathe with her. You'll be fine, (Y/N), just breathe. Breathe with me. 1...2...3...That's it. Breathe. I'm here for you.
The voices don't stop.
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zoeykallus · 2 years
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A Night At The Bonfire
TBB Tech x female reader
WARNING: SMUT! 18+
Warnings: PiV Sex, Oral recieving, Fingering Lovey dovey smut (somehow) – yeah that's a thing now!
Here you go, my very first try on a dirty, smutty, fluffy oneshot (Or at a oneshot in general). English is not my first language, so please forgive me any mistakes. But feel free to point them out aswell, I'm still in a learning process. All in all this is a oneshot at Tech x F!Reader/You Smut. Both, reader and Tech are a little shy and soft but getting real heated up at some point. I tried to fluff it a little because that's what I actually think Tech would be like, but be warned, the core will be some dirty and quite vulgar, lewd and suggestive stuff... with a little armor kink. So please leave your brain at the entrance and enjoy - there is not that much plot arround the smut I guess....
Prehistory:
Some time ago Cid hired you to accompany The Bad Batch. Among other things, you were a talented medic, but mostly Cid wanted you to keep an eye on the boys who got into trouble more and more often. In the beginning it was strange and the men weren't very enthusiastic about dragging a chaperon on their travels. But with some time you all became friends and the guys started to really like you, appreciate you aswell. However, you became particularly fond of one of them, Tech. What you didn't know, however, was that he was madly in love with you too.... uh yada yada yada
Omega and the boys were out running errands, you were stuck with Tech on the ship. The bad batcher with the exceptional mind was lying in the cockpit under the console between a tangle of cables, his long legs casually stretched out. After looking at all the cables hanging around him, you wondered how the clone could keep track of things, but then you remembered that this was Tech, the man could focus no matter what.
"Y/N? Is that you?", He suddenly asked into the room, because he couldn't see you, but had heard your steps. "Yes Tech, it's me" "I could use your help for a moment, an extra pair of hands would be convenient", he said. Tech spoke differently than the rest of the group, much clearer, softer and of course much more educated and his pitch was a slight bit higher. You had already suspected that Tech was secretly watching you sometimes, secret glances over the edge of his data pad in your direction every now and then. But maybe that was just your imagination.
You stepped closer to him and crouched down. Tech arched his shoulders slightly and tilted his neck to look at you. "There you are," he stated, a slight, shy little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. You waved at him with a sweet smirk. Somehow you really liked Tech. You were very fond of everyone on the crew, but Tech was somehow particularly dear to your heart. But you were pretty sure he was oblivious to that fact.
"How can I help?" you asked and finally crawled under the console beside him. You two were very close together, there wasn't much space and the sudden proximity to him aroused a certain tingly nervousness in you, but you ignored it, as best you could for the time being. He pointed to a strand of cables and explained how to hold it so that he could make various connections. You had no idea what exactly he was doing, but you didn't necessarily have to know.
You slipped under the cables, over him, half lying, half sitting, chest to chest. You hadn't really thought about it, it was just the only way to reach the right strand of cables. But when you looked at him and asked, "Is that right?", with a gesture to the cables you were holding, you saw that his ears were completely red and he was staring at you.
“Tech?”, you gently asked when he didn't answer right away. He blinked at you with his golden eyes, after another second, he finally looked at your hand and the cables. “Y-yes that's the right one. Just keep holding it like this” He began to connect different cables and after a short time, he was so focused on his work again that he seemed to forget everything around him, even that you were practically sitting on top of him.
But your knees started to hurt and you had to shift your weight a little. Your movement made him freeze instantly, his ears going all red again. He gulped and looked down for a brief moment, to the spot where your hips met his. You didn't really understand right away. He was wearing the codpiece of his armor, that's what he was looking at. But before you could give his behavior any further thoughts you heard something.
You heard steps, shortly after that a voice that asked teasingly with a giggle: "What the hell are you doing!?" The voice belonged to Wrecker, of the Bad Batch clones, Wrecker sounded the deepest and raspiest. "Work, Wrecker," said Tech in his typical, matter-of-fact tone. "Yeah ... looks like you're working real hard," chuckled Wrecker. Tech just sighed, decided to ignore the comment and kept working with you lending a hand.
Later....
You and the Batch were somewhere in the southern hemisphere of Lothal, in the middle of nowhere, landed between a few huge rocks. The repairs were almost all done, but for the moment, you all were calling it a day. You and the Batch were gathered arround a bonfire, drinking a little, well everyone except for Omega. The girl was sleeping already. The errand run with Hunter, Wrecker and Echo had taken it's toll and the exhausted child pretty much almost fell asleep standing, so Hunter had put her to sleep in his bunk, for tonight he would probably sleep in the Co-Pilots seat or in the refresher again, like he did last time. He may be a formidable soldier, a fierce fighter too, but he was also one of the sweetest poeple you knew, especially when it came to Omega. In the corner of your eye you saw Tech glancing over his holo pad into your direction again. You didn't turn your head to face him yet, but you kept kind of observing him through your peripheral sight. Indeed he kept watching you whenever no one else was watching him. You could feel a slight blush crawl up in your face, much more than you saw him watching, you could feel his eyes on you somehow.   A raspy voice from your left pulled you out of your thoughts: “The spotchka already gettin' to your little head?” You blinked, taken off guard by Wrecker. “What?”, it came confused over your pretty, rosy lips. “The spotchka, must be getting to your head ad'ika, your face is all red“ Nervously in an automatic move your hands went up to your face and indeed, you felt the heated skin of your cheeks. The guys chuckled about your action and Hunter made a joke but you didn't really hear it. Your gaze shyly wandered to Tech who was looking at you, this time without hiding behind his holo pad. When he realized you were looking at him, he smirked as if you've done something naughty together. That was new to you. Maybe the spotchka made him losen up, you didn't really know, but you haven't seen him drinking much, his first glass was still half full. Wrecker refilled your glass without you asking for it, at least three times. You weren't drunk but a little tipsy for sure, when you finally put down your glass and refused another refill. Hunter was asleep on the ground, leaning against a small bolder near the fire.
After a while Wrecker, retreated into the ship along with Echo. Now it was just Tech and you outside at the fireplace... well aside from a sleeping and slightly snoring Hunter on the other side of the bonfire.
Without warning or announcement, Tech got up from his place, came over to your side and sat down pretty close to you. Still with his pad in hand. Looking at the pad instead of you. You were a little confused about him aswell as surprised at how nervous you suddenly felt. A tingle went up and down your spine, butterflies in your belly and again there was warmth rising in your face. You asked yourself if he knew how he made you feel... probably not. And you thought in silence if there was a chance that you made him feel the same. Before you looked up at him to meet his gaze, you already felt his eyes on you. Slowly you lifted your chin, your heart beating frantically in your chest, it almost hurt. For a moment you just looked at each other without saying a word.
But then a tired and a little drunk Hunter rumbled: „Damn it you two!“ You winced startled by his slightly slurrish sounding voice breaking the silence, Tech next to you did the same. But Hunter wasn't quite done yet „Would you finally kiss and tell each other about your feelings?! Your hormones are all over the place, I can downright smell it every time you two are getting closer in proximity to each other!“ Your nerves fluttered like crazy all of a sudden. Hunter pointing out that he could smell the fact that you two wanted each other was a little unsettling... and exciting. „Do something about it or I will... wait... that doesn't make sense... nah forget it I'll go to sleep“, he finally ended his rant and went inside the ship.
You couldn't help but burst into laughter about that last part. It was just to funny. You giggled almost uncontrollably, muffling the sound with both your hands, tears from laughter tingling in the corners of your eyes. Tech chuckled with a blushed face, scratching the back of his head awkwardly with a gloved hand. He was wearing his full armor you just realized.
When you finally managed to stop laughing and wiped the tears from your eyes, Tech cleared his throat and said: “There is no hiding from Hunter, he really does sense everything” From one moment to the next you realized that there was no way arround this anymore. The cat was out of the bag, not by your own doing or Tech's, but the word was out, hanging in the air above both of your heads. And for the second time today he surpised you, laying down his holo pad, turning himself towards you, leaning in. You just sat there frozen to the spot when his lips softly met yours. For a painfully long moment, you weren't able to react at all and you could sense that Tech was getting nervous because you didn't respond at all to his actions at first. A shiver ran down your spine and finally you moved, pressing your lips gently but longingly against his. Your hands moved to his shoulders and to the back of his neck, your fingertips playing with his hairline, whilst his grabbed you by the waist and pulled you on his lap.
You sat there on his lap, facing him, your legs left and right over his, your clothed core pressing against the cold and hard codpiece of his armor. Your heartbeat was going nuts and your breath was heavy when your and his lips parted for a momnt so you could look at each other. “Am I to fast forward?”, he asked in a gentle tone you weren't used to yet and it sent a new wave of butterflies right into your tummy. You simply shook your head with a nervous little smile.
Slowly but surely there was heat building up between your thighs in anticipation of what's to come. His big, strong and slender hands, wich you knew were quite nimble, were still on your waist left and right, giving it a soft squeez. You'd do everything right now to feel those wunderfull hands all over your body. Out of an impuls your hands wandered downwards, to the straps that held his codpiece in place. You could hear a quiet gasp falling from his lips when he watched you losen the straps. You finally shifted your weight to your knees to lift yourself from his lap for a moment and pull the codpiece off of him. You placed the piece of armor somwhere next to you on the ground. You shifted back down but this time with a little distance to his crotch.
The fabric of his blacks was strained by a surprisingly big bulge of his erection underneath it. Curiously you gently dragged your hand along his inner thigh, towards his manparts. He gasped again, this time a little more obvious, when your hand finally reached his hard cock under the fabric, palming it softly with a blush on your own face. Man he was big and hard.
For a moment he was lost in your touch, trying to control his breath, but then he tugged with his nimble fingers at your pants and aksed: “Can I take these off?” He looked into your face waiting for your consent. When you nodded he opened the button and the zipper, you lifted yourself up again and he dragged the pants down to your ankles. You kicked of your boots and socks along with it. You went furhter and took of your leather jacket, leaving you with only your already damp panties, a tanktop and your bra.
When you sat back down on his lap you heard him say quietly under his breath “Oh Maker...” This time you shamelessly placed your heated core on his erected cock with only his blacks and the thin satiny fabric of your panties between the two of you. You grabbed his hands and pulled them up to your face, carefully took the fabric between your teeth and pulled the gloves off his hands. When you let his hands go, he grabbed for the hem of your top and pulled it over your head, threw it to your pants and boots. Fast and nimble he unhooked your bra and threw it to the rest of your clothing. The only thing on your body were your panties now.
He catched your lips into a searing kiss, demandingly opening your lips with his tounge, reaching for yours. The velvety touch when your toungs met sent tingling heat right down to your core und you could clearly feel how wet you were between your thighs. The kiss seemed to take forever and at the same time just a second, before you parted again to look at each other.
With a adoringly gaze Tech eyed you up, his hands carressed your skin, softly wandering over your thighs, along the sides of your body and finally softly cupping your breasts, roling your hard nipples between his fingers. A moan escaped your lips and you started roling your hips against his, dragging your wet folds along his shaft, to get some much needed friction, giving him and yourself some pleasureable feeling.   You added a little more pressure when he suddenly encaged you in his arms, wraping them around your back. One hand was gliding to your rear, almost greedly kneading it, pushing you flush against him, the other hand was grabbing the back of your neck.  
He burried his face in your long hair and the gape between your neck and shoulder. Tech's embrace felt so strong and warm, your arousal suddenly got mixed up with some very fluffy feelings and you felt light headed. He breathed heavily against your skin, moaning ever so slightly with every role of your hips. From one moment to the next, his hands downright shot down to your waist, grabbing you, stopping your movement and holding you in place. You automatically let out a protesting whine. “P-please Y/N, if you go on like this I won't last long”, he admited under his breath.
He looked up into your face with a plea in his golden eyes. “I-I want to make you orgasm, I want to make you moan my name in your moment of bliss”, he said with a mix of determination and adoration. Arousel, affection and so much more flooded your system at his confession. You blushed again and shyly bit your underlip. “Twice” he corrected himself “If I can...once before and once while we are... merged” That sounded quite tempting. And it was really sweet, the ever so eloquent Tech suddenly stumbling over his own words.
Your head was empty, still flooded with arousel and all the  things he made you feel, you couldn't really form a sentence. You silently nodded again, cursing at yourself in thought for not even beeing able to talk to him right now. He placed kisses along your collarbone, sending sweet shivers down your spine again. “I want to taste you”, he mumbled against your soft skin “Would you allow me to do that?” Yet another suprise, one that made your core tingle and pulse in anticipation again.
He kept kissing the soft skin over your collarbone, wandering upwards to your neck leaving open mouthed kisses along your throat up to your chin. When he reached your lips he leaned back to look at you, awaiting your answer. A little breathless you nodded again and whispered a simple: “Yes” A smile appeared on his face, right before he lifted you off his lap and sat you down on your clothes on the ground. “I'lle be right back”, he said and vanished into the ship, just to come back a short moment later with a blanket under his arm.
Tech spread the blanket on the ground, picked you up with ease and layed you down on it. He knelt in front of you, with one smooth movement he grabbed your panties and slid them down to your ankles, pulling them away and getting rid of it. All of a sudden you felt very exposed and self conscious, realizing you were completely naked in front of him. But the look in his golden eyes when he looked down at you, a mix of desire and admiration, brushed all worries away in an instant.
“Mesh'la”, he whispered as if he was afraid a loud noise could break you. You didn't really know what it meant, but you were sure it was something really sweet and you didn't want to ask right now.
You wanted to invitingly open your legs for him, but you hesitated, feeling just to nervous to do so. It felt as if your heart was beating up to your neck when Tech gently grapped your thighs and spread them to reaveal your wet core to him. You saw his toung darting out, moistening his lips and it almost made you whine in anticipation.
Suddenly he grabbed your hips and pulled your lower back up towards his face. A startled noise came over your lips that sounded half like a chocked whimper. One of his long, strong arms wrapped around your waist, held you in place when you wiggled in surprise at him flattening his tounge against your dripping wet slit, dragging his toung up to your clit.
A moan, louder than you had planned just slipped through your lips. When you tried to muffle yourself with your own hands, he mumbled at your clit: “Let me hear you, please Y/N” His voice vibrating so close to your venus, sent hot shivers from your womanhood into your stomach and back.
You were nervous, thought the others would hear you, but when he picked up the pace on your sensitiv bud, all thoughts were washed away again. He made you moan, whimper and whine, mumbling his name like a mantra in between.
With his index finger and his middlefinger, he teased your soaking wet entrance, prodding at it, tingling and stroking, before suddenly pushing them in, in one slow but smooth and steady move, right up to his knuckles. You involuntarily bucked your hips at the sensation, it felt so good but for some reason it had startled you aswell.
Tech kept holding you in place, humming contently against your clit when he started to move his fingers inside you, pumping them gently at first, slowly picking up the pace, curling them just right, hitting every sensitiv spot, making you a squirming, moaning mess.
Of course he new all the right moves, all the spots, this was Tech, knowing him he probably studied every detail about this beforehand. The more noises you made, the more he hummed and picked up the pace. You were close fast. “T-Tech... I'm gonna cum... I... Oh Maker...” He steadied you in his grip, kept going with his mouth and fingers, sending you right over the edge. You chocked out his name sounding almost like a sob. He kept pumping his fingers a little longer, sucking on your clit, helping you riding out your high.
Finally Tech gently let your lower body back down on the blanket beneath you. You felt as if Tech would have replaced all your bones and muscles with useless jelly leaving you limp and helpless. You were still breathing heavily, looking up at him. He licked his lips and wiped his chin from your juices. Even part of his chest armor was glistening where your fluids had dripped down onto it.
Tech looked at you and a smug, content smile tugged at his lips. He knew exactly what he had done to you and he was quite happy with the result. “You taste way to good Cyar'ika, you have to let me do this on a regular basis” You blushed at his words. You would gladly let him do this again, whenever he wanted to.
You chuckled: “Do I? Now what about you?” You miraculously made your muscles work for you again and sat up to reach him. “What about us merging?”, you asked leaning towards him, nipping gently at his earlobe. Tech nervously cleared his throat and said quietly: “I'm afraid our...fusion has to wait a little longer” You leaned back to loock at him again, questioningly. You glanced down and you saw a wet patch on his blacks right where his crotch was.
Awkwardly he scratched the back of his head and mumbled: “I was quite excited to pleasure you, I got carried away. I-I got a little to excited when I felt you clenching around my fingers reaching your climax, I guess. I'm sorry ner kar'ta” You smiled at him, the fact that he was able to cume untouched just while pleasuring you was flattering. “There is no reason to be sorry, it was amazing and the night is still young. I can wait”, you said softly and gave him a chaste kiss. Tech sighed relieved and smiled right back at you.
You crawled on his lap, still naked, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, he wrapped his arms around your body, just like before when you were roling your hips against his, but this time you just held each other contently and happy. He was still in his full armor, except for the codpiece and the cold surface of his armor tingled against your skin.
But it wasn't long before Tech pressed you closer to his body, pushing your hips against his and you clearly felt something hardening right at your naked core. You were still wet and new heat was building up only at the thought of him getting hard again. “It seems we don't have to wait as long as I suspected”, he said under his breath, his hands already roaming all over your hot, soft skin.
You began to role your hips against his again and he let out a dirty little chuckle that sounded so freakishly hot. His toung traced a line down the side of your neck to your shoulder and up again. You gasped when he sucked in some skin and meat between his lipps and teeth, right in the gap between your neck and shoulder, nibbling at it playfully. You could already tell this would leave a mark. It felt amazing not just what he was doing but the thought itself that he was marking you for everyone to see later on. You giggled at the thought, couldn't help yourself. But his hand reaching down between your bodies, his fingers nimbly finding your clit and stroking steady cricles, washed every thought out of your mind again and pulled a surprised little cry from your lips. Somehow you managed to find your voice and asked: “How would you like to have me?” He froze in his movement, nipping at your earlobe. Tech leaned back a bit to look at you, seemingly surprised. “You want me to decide?”, he asked baffled. You smiled and nodded: “Sure, why not?” He thought for a second, then he blushed as if there was something spicy coming up in his mind.
He lifted you off his lap, picked up the blanket, wrapped you in it and picked you up on his arms, carrying you towards the ship. You had no idea where this was going but you kept silent, waiting for what he had in mind with you. Tech snuck the two of you towards the cockpit, making sure it was empty before letting you down on your feet for a moment. He closed the Cockpit door behind you, securing it with a code change, just to be safe that no one would walk in on you two.
When he turned around to face you, you let the blanket slide to the ground, standing there in the nude. You saw him gulp and smirked at him. “Y-you know” he said “I always imagined us doing it in here” “You had dirty thoughts about us in the cockpit?” you asked with a sly grin. Tech chuckled nervously and nodded. “Always imagined taking you on the console” You looked at the console, all the buttons and levers and stuff. “Isn't that a bit risky? We could break something”, you assumed.
Now it was Tech who was showing a sly grin. He pushed a button and a metal sheet started to unfold over the console, like a protective shell. You chuckled disbelievingly “Did you... wait did you...?” “Invent a protection for the console to have sex with you on it?  Uhm yes, I did indeed. Of course I didn't know it would ever happen but... now here we are” he interrupted you with a sweet and shyly little shrug.
You blushed at the thought of him thinking about you like this, even preparing like this just in case. “So?” Tech asked all of a sudden seeming very nervous “A-are you up for this?” You picked up the blanket from the ground, spread it on the cold metalcase on the console and lifted yourself on it. Sitting there you winked him over and said: “Any time you want me, I'm your's Darling” He let out a stuttering breath at your words and hurried over to you.
You opened your legs invintingly, this time without hesitation, you wanted this, wanted him so much, you wanted to see him getting high on your affection. With the metal sheet the console just had the perfect hight for the two of you, Tech could stay between your legs and reach every spot he wanted to.
He pressed himself right between your thighs, still clothed. Tech bent down over you, leaving kisses all over your body, he chuckled whenever he made you giggle by reaching a tinglish spot.
His kisses turned into leaving hickeys, all over you. He left a second one on your neck, one on your thighs, your belly and one very close to your sensitive parts, at your inner thigh, making you gasp. “We have to do this on a regular basis too. You have to stay marked so everyone can see that you are mine, Cyar'ika”, he mumbled at the sensitiv skin of your inner thigh, right where he had left the last hickey.
You blinked, trying to let his words sink in, your mind still clouded by his touch. He had done and said it kind of plafully but there was some certain possesiv undertone that made something inside you tingle and you weren't sure if it was good or bad yet.
Tech suddenly dragged his tounge, from the hickey right to your wet entrance, flicking over it, up to your clit, sucking on the sensitive knot of nerves, washing away every coherent thought. A surprised cry of pleasure escaped your throat. You remembered that you were in the ship and the others could hear you and hastily put one of your hands over your mouth. You for sure as hell didn't want Omega to hear anything. Tech seemed to think the same, because this time he didn't ask you not to muffle your sounds.
You were already out of breath and shaking from the tense feeling of arousal when he let go of your bud and got back up on his feet. You sat back up, your legs dangling over the edge of the console, him standing right between your thighs. You gently palmed his cock through the fabric of the lower part of his blacks, still amazed by his size.
You finally slid your fingers past the hem of the fabric, making him gasp for air again and pulled it down, taking his underware along, just enough to free his length and balls. Your eyes widened at the sight. He was huge and beautiful, standing proudly in a gentle curve with precum leaking from it's swollen tip. When you cupped him with your hand you realized how big he actually was, you couldn't quite close your hand around it. You took your hand back again, making his gaze follow your hand to your womanhood were you rubbed your palm on your slick folds, covering it in your own juices.
A wihspered little “Oh” escaped his lips followed by a soft moan, watching your hand, slick with your arousal travel back to his hard, girhty cock. When you started to slowly pump him he grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the console and at the same time his own hips scooted forwad to meet you.
The base of his shaft pressed against your dripping wet folds. Making you gasp. You kept pumping him, pressing his length against your core, giving you both some sweet friciton. His forehead leaned against yours, his breath was heavy and shaking, as was yours.
Tech kissed his way from your forhead, to your left temple and down to your ear. His tounge playfully traced along the sensitive shell before he downright begged you with a slightly shaky voice: “Y/N, Please, let me in.... I want to be inside you...mesh'la...gedetir”
You were nervous, to say the least, you never had a man before even close to his size. But you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. You lifted your legs up a good bit and parted them even further.
Tech leaned back to look at you, giving you a shy little smile before looking down. He grapped his cock at the base, to navigate his tip to your entrance. He stroked your folds with his tip, mumbling under his breath about your beauty. You gasped at the sensation, biting your lower lip nervously aswell as aroused.
He finally lined up with your entrance and slowly pushed forward, sinking in a bit. It was just his tip, barely any more, but you could already feel the stretch. You pressed your pretty lips together to muffle the high pitched moan escaping your throat.
Tech took your left leg, holding it in place in the crook of his arm, your calf resting on his shoulder. His fingertips were softly stroking the skin on your thigh. His other hand reached down between your thighs, his thumb found your sensitiv little bud and gently started rubbing it, starting to send, sweet, hot little shivers through your cunt. You relaxed a bit more and he started pushing forward again, very gently, slowly, always keeping an eye on your reactions to make sure he wasn't hurting you. A sudden encircling warmth spread in your chest, realizing how considerate, caring and gently he was treating you, so different from what you were used to from other men..
He was half way in when he stilled again. The stretch was  quite a lot to take for you but he never stopped caressing your clit. Tech encreased the pressure a bit to keep your arousal up and make it easier for you to take him in. “Oh Maker... you are so tight cyare” He turned his head to place a few kisses on your calf before he looked back to your face. “Look at you, so beautiful, t-taking me so well” he praised. Again he pushed forward, finally sinking in completly. Never in your life have you felt so full and stretched. Your breath was heavy, his strokes and kisses kept you heated but the stretch was still burning a good bit. He gave you time to adjust and get used to his size, whilst keeping up working on your clit and praising you to the stars.
After a while he gulped and asked you hesitantly: “C-can I move Darling?” Pearls of sweat had built on both your foreheads and you knew you both would be wet all over before this was done. “Yes Tech” He gently, slowly pulled his hips back, just a little, before moving towards you again, starting to move inside your wet tightness.
Tech set a gentle and steady pace, watching your reactions almost anxiously. “Cyar'ika you are so tight... am I h-hurting you?” he asked you under his breath. For a second you thought about how honest you should be with him. He seemed so concerned about you and you didn't want him to worry. It did hurt before, but not that much anymore, just a tiny bit, the heat you felt was stronger than any pain. That delicious feeling of his thumb rubbing your clit, knowing his big cock was inside you, burried in you, was all you could think about. “You are not hurting me”, you whispered with a moan wich made him pick up the pace.
You lifted your leg off his shoulder, pressed against his arm to signal him to let it out of his embrace. He complied, watching you wrapping both your legs around his waist. A smirk appeared on his lips.
Tech kept moving inside you, the wetness of your core making lewd sounds with every move of his, filling the room with it's sinfull noise. He bent over you a little, his now free hand smoothly wandered over your skin, up to your boobs. He softly palmed them and played with your hard nipples, making you whimper.
“So pretty”, he mumbled fascinated about you being spread underneath him. Tech kept a perfect pace with his thrusts, aswell as with his hands- one on your clit the other on your breasts. Even now he was a flawless multitasker.
You whined and moaned under his touch and thrusts, every now and again, muffling yourself with one of your hands, while the other clawed at the blanket underneath you. “So good... feels so g-good... ner kar'taylir darasuum” You where overwhelmed with arousal and the strangly fuzzy, fluffy feelings he triggered in you. You smiled at him, looking up into his face under half lidded eyes, through thick lashes.
Tech was so stunning in his armor, every time when you pleasured yourself, you had this image in your head of him in his armor, fucking you senseless. You clearly felt your climax build up, tingling and buzzing in your lower regions. Automatically your muscles tensed and your cunt clenched down around his cock.
Tech made a noise of surprise and sheer lechery, a sigh, a whine and a half chocked moan all in one. The noise took you over the edge, made you bite your own hand to hold back the amazed cry that was about to escape your throat. Before you could do anything about it, your climax shook you to your very core. Your hand slipped from your mouth, not able to hold it in place. “TECH!” it came over your lips sounding almost like a hickup.
His hips stuttered all of a sudden, you could feel his lenght throbbing inside you, followed by his release, filling you up even more. His thrusts slowed down, gently riding out both of your highs. A grin was all over your face, satisfied, happy and overwhelmed by just being with him right now. His face was wet from sweating, the poor guy was probably soaked through his blacks under his armor. His breath was heavy and he was still trying to catch it, when he replied your grin, seeming very content with himself. It took you both a while to catch your breath. You cleaned up together, yourselfs and your playground. Thankfully everyone else still seemed to be sleeping when you snuck back outside to grab your clothes. When you came back into the ship, Tech was in his bunk, making a gesture telling you to join him.
Still having butterflies in your tummy you slipped under the blanket with him. When your gazes met you had a big grin on your face, feeling super happy. You giggled silently. Tech cocked a brow at you with half a confused smirk. He pulled you in his arms, so you were pretty close face to face. “What’s going on in your lovely but silly mind right now?”, he asked whispering teasingly. You shrugged and thought about the right words. “I’m just very happy right now”, you said in loss for better words. He smiled brightly, a kind of smile you have never seen on him before. It felt like looking directly into a supernova. “Is it by any chance because of me?”, he asked coyly. You gave him a soft, sweet and longing kiss for an answer. well, I'll see myself out...
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theycallmebun · 2 years
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hey i was wondering if you could do something on iwaizumi having a crush on oikawa’s twin sister (or sibling), and oikawa finds out and them eventually getting together
sorry if thats too wordy 🥲
when he’s crushing on oikawa’s sister
you got it! i loved this request so much😭 thank youuu. i hope you like it! i also apologize if this wasn’t really how you wanted it to turn out
iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader [who is oikawa’s twin!]
w/c: 540+
warnings: none:) lower case intended[very sorry. i wrote this on my phone]
genre: flufff (iwa goes through some inner turmoil tho)
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i feel like iwaizumi would be in so much anguish just knowing he has feelings for you because he knows he can’t have you.
obviously oikawa would notice, with iwaizumi’s aura easily emitting off of him.
iwaizumi would be between a grump and on the brink of tears because, dear God, this was stressing him out.
oikawa picked up that it had something to do with you when you entered his room and iwa just took this deep exhale like he’d been holding his breath the whole time.
as soon as you leave, it’s a full on interrogation.
“what’s up with you and my sister?” “what’re you planning on doing with her?” “are you guys dating?” “are you her boyfriend?” yada yada yada
iwa would cover his face with a pillow, too embarrassed to look at his friend, admitting his feelings for you into the pillow.
“i can’t hear you,” oikawa said, all sing-songy.
“I like her!”
oikawa got up and started dancing around oikawa.
poor iwa was so confused.
“why are you dancing?!”
“because! if you like her and you start dating then you’ll be like my actual brother!” oikawa declared.
“what!”
now that the stress of betraying oikawa was off his back, now he had to worry about you reciprocating his feelings.
he couldn’t really tell if that was worse. it still ate him up inside. this poor boy. can’t escape the agony💔
oikawa helps organize the two of them getting alone so that iwaizumi can have a proper confession, of course.
iwaizumi has his script in front of him, practicing it before you walk in. he lays eyes on you and just loses it all. all the words he’s rehearsed since last night and his composure.
he knows it’s a simple look on you, with jeans and a t-shirt, but you look so beautiful.
“y/n…” he lets it slip out, having nothing else to say.
“hey, iwa, tooru said you needed to see me?” you tread lightly, having the slightest feeling it’s a confession from what oikawa told you. these boys really aren’t that subtle.
“uh, yeah, i just wanted to say that— that i really like you and if you’ll let me, can i take you out?” iwaizumi asks while twiddling his thumbs, looking down.
you walk closer to him and tip his chin up to look at you.
“of course, iwa. i’d love that,” you tell him while holding his jaw, showing him your best smile.
his eyes widden and he’s utterly shocked you agreed. jaw on floor.
you laugh at him in this state, thinking it’s so cute he’s so flustered.
you can hear oikawa rejoice on the other side of the wall. it kind of breaks the silence between you two and then iwa is just holding you.
“thank you, y/n.”
“don’t thank me, hajime. i’ve been meaning to do this for a long time.”
“hurry up and kiss already!” oikawa shouts from the next room.
the two of you laugh before looking at each other, inching closer and closer before finally kissing. it’s sweet, it’s gentle, it’s new, and both of you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“these walls are very thin,” iwaizumi announces before the two of you break out in laughter.
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orieriee · 2 years
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Couple's QnA with One Piece Guys! Pt. 2
Part 1 here
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In this session, I have some questions to answer about how your relationship with a certain character of one piece is going to be! This one is for Law, feel free to send requests of any character between the range of my fandoms in my rules! (pinned post)
Author's note: I actually did one with genshin characters, diluc and childe, if you're interested you can check it out here in my masterlist!
Warnings! angst but not bad ending and slightly suggestive because of who's dom! or sub!, grammar errors
Setting! ModernAU! CollegeAU!
Pairings! Law x gn!reader
w.count! ~1.0k
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𖥔 How did you guys meet? 𖥔
Same setting as Ace's (CollegeAU!), but with Law, you met him first in high school. Both of you were assigned by your school to join a competition together as a team so you got to know him before. You both got close and before you knew it, you were both attending in the same university.
𖥔 Who likes who first? 𖥔
You liked him first. Law is a difficult person to get through. He won't open his heart and let people in easily so you have a tough barrier to get through. Even if he does like someone, he'd just shook it off and move on and not tell anyone about it. 
𖥔 Who confessed/ask out to the other person first? 𖥔
You did. As I stated, Law has a tough barrier, there are walls built around his heart and you can't get through them easily. It takes a huge toll for him to realize his own feelings yet he's so easy to catch on other people's feelings. And so, you confessed to him on high school's graduation day to clear things up since he kinda hinted that he knew already, despite knowing that he's a closed-off person.
𖥔 How did the relationship go? 𖥔
Boi, I have this exact scenario in mind and it'll be a long ass ride, so buckle up. I imagine that you liked him since high school so he's kinda your high school sweetheart but also your best friend not boyfriend. He knew about your feelings before so let's say in this college, at the end of every semester, there is a gathering sort of like prom. You can bring a date to that prom so you always ask Law to go with you.
And just like every semester, he expected you to ask him to go when you actually had asked someone else to go instead without telling him anything. He was kinda disappointed/mad and the jealousy began to bubble in when he saw you attending with another attractive person.
It's basically kinda complicated at first. You confessed to him a few days after the prom and telling him that you'll be letting him go and move on after this because you know he doesn't feel the same yada yada and then he replied with "what makes you think I don't feel the same?"
Come on man, don't give me hope if you're not going to date me.
𖥔 Who said "I love you" first? 𖥔
Neither because the relationship is still complicated. I like to imagine this trope on Law >:). You were trying to let go but after he gave you hope, you're still holding on. He didn't ask you to date him either so yeah :/ but he didn't ghost you or anything. Sure you love him, but you've never told him that you love him in front of his face. But if you guys were to date, it would be you.
𖥔 What is the love language(s) between you two? 𖥔
Leaving small notes for each other. Law's love languages are acts of service and perhaps giving gifts. He'll write down small notes to remind you of something and stick it to your book. For example don't forget to study this or read that, don't forget to eat reminder stuck on the fridge, small sticky notes during studying and all. And then one day, the big news came. Just a sticky note inside a book you have borrowed from him, containing the message of "Do you want to go to the museum this weekend? Let's grab coffee and consider this a date.". So he finally asked you out?!?!?!
𖥔 Who's the big spoon/small spoon? 𖥔
He is more of the big spoon. He doesn't really like the feeling of being held because he's not used to it. He feels vulnerable and might get emotional since he didn't get that kind of comfort much from his childhood (the whole amberlead chaos and corazon is canon here but just in different scenarios). Please hold this man, he's touch-deprived and very much sleep-deprived too so make sure to take baby steps and give him the comfort he needed.
𖥔 Who loves to cuddle more? 𖥔
I might say you but that's because he doesn't want to admit he likes it more than you and more than he thought he'd be. He was uncomfortable at first. But as time went by and many little cuddling sessions later he warmed up to the idea and he MELTS inside everytime. The relationship progressed slowly because slow and steady wins the race. Like I said, he is touch-deprived and touch-starved so by time, he'll gradually become greedier for more physical touch. The relationship will slowly progress into a more healthy, happier one (not that it's not healthy in the beginning but there were more red flags before than now as the relationship progressed).
𖥔 Who's the top? 𖥔
He is. He likes being in control, I'm sure you heard that somewhere already. And he can get kinky too. Degr4dat1on? Is that what you call them? Yeah, he does that in bed sometimes. Oh and the harness/choker belt thingy. He can be mean sometimes but you don't mind it so not me to blame >:) 
𖥔 How are things going after? 𖥔
At first it was kinda unstable but now it's more healthy. You both have to work on yourselves, especially Law since he's a very closed off person (not that it's that bad but it's not that healthy either). But Law is mature so don't worry. Just slowly let yourself him and he won't notice and by the time he does, you're already comfy inside his heart and won't see yourself out anytime soon. He can't blame you for 'breaking in' because he's the one who didn't notice you breaking in. It might take longer but if marriage comes into mind, it would be brought up casually because both of you felt ready. Law or you would be like 'wanna get married?' one day during lunch in summer and the other would casually reply yeah. 
But if things take an unexpected turn, towards a bad end, well, you both forget about each other's existence and move on because that's how you guys are. 
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Fives and Echo in Clone Cadets
Okay, buckle in if you're gonna read this. I'm an English major and you can tell bc this started out as a quick rant with a few points in my head at midnight and turned into a full analytical essay on the Domino Twins throughout the entirety of Clone Cadets in one sitting plus some next-day editing. What can I say, I analyze everything I watch even when I'm not consciously doing so. Some pictures and links included.
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I get the whole “Fives and Echo weren't close until after Rishi” thing because of the poetic-ness of the narrative of brothers who aren't close going through trauma and coming out of it stronger and as best friends all that but listen to what I have to say.
We’ll start chronologically: with their final run-through before the finals. As you may know, I made a list (here) of who argues with whom during Clone Cadets. The other three constantly nag Echo about his habit of repeating things. Hevy and Cutup both call Echo, well, Echo but before he accepts it as a name and more as an insult. Cutup’s the first one to do it, literally almost right off the bat. Hevy does it to purposefully pick a fight after the practice test. DB responds to Echo's “stop calling me that” with “stop repeating every order.” 
Fives argues a bit with the rest of Domino when they're all arguing, but he only says one negative thing toward Echo. But there are so many things that make it different from the things aimed at Echo from the rest of the squad.
He tells him “Will you shut up with instructions? You're not in charge.” Domino’s nagging Echo about the repeating, Fives... doesn't quite do that. The narrative makes it look like Fives is also mad about the repeating orders, given both DB and Cutup have at this point. However, what Fives says doesn't make a direct reference to Echo’s habit, at least. He's definitely frustrated here (they all are, they’re failing again), but, at least to me, he's frustrated because Echo's focused more on getting them to follow exact orders instead of moving forward or working together. And yeah, he snaps a bit while reminding Echo he's not squad leader and not focusing on the right thing. But he never mentions the echoing, and, after this one moment, he never makes a negative comment toward Echo again during Clone Cadets. Also, important to note, Echo wasn’t repeating orders or anything when Fives snapped at him, just saying they’re not following orders again (which is different).
So, basically: everyone’s arguing about everything. Everyone argues with Echo about various things. Fives is the only one that doesn’t go and make a comment about Echo’s repeating during it, though.
That signifies something. Fives has got a better understanding or acceptance or trust in Echo than the rest of Domino. He doesn't mock him for what makes him him. He gets why Echo does it, maybe. Even if he doesn't, he knows it helps Echo and that Echo repeating orders is his way of trying to help his brothers. And this comes into play at a point farther along in the episode that we’ll get to soon. 
Next comes the, like, one moment we see the clones have some downtime. It’s when, once again, they start arguing. Despite DB being the one to tell Echo “stop repeating every order” during the run-through, we see them getting along here. We see them chatting with each other and 99 very briefly when Fives' gives his “you never even met a girl” line and Hevy comes barging in. Hevy insults 99, Echo tells the squad to follow orders, an argument starts, yada yada.
Then, Hevy gives his “care to repeat that, Echo?” line, which I mentioned earlier as Hevy doing it to purposefully pick a fight. When they start to fight, we hear the other members of Domino start cheering Hevy on. One says “Come on. Get him, Hevy!” The other says, “Smack that know-it-all.”
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Here’s the thing, though. They show a shot of DB, Cutup, and Fives. Cutup can be seen pumping his fist but his accent isn’t heard. There are two voices speaking, but they’re layered on top of each other so it’s hard to tell who’s speaking and how many people are speaking if you aren’t paying attention. Together, this comes out to look like Fives and DB could be the ones talking, and Cutup’s not actually speaking. 
However, as I’ve mentioned in previous posts, Cutup’s accent drops in and out all throughout Clone Cadets. Especially during impromptu moments. With this, it is also possible to conclude that he is speaking during the fight, just without a different accent, especially since he’s pumping his fist. 
That leaves Fives or Droidbait as the other person speaking. As you can see, both of them seem to be watching. Now, you could argue that Fives is the one who said something. You can argue the DB is the one who said something. Since they’re showing the fight when the lines overlap (the “Get him” one starting about a second earlier), there’s no conclusive evidence for either. For the point of this argument, you can’t argue that it proves Fives and Echo were close, you can’t argue that it proves they weren’t.
Following that comes Colt’s speech before the final. As I’ve noted multiple times, nobody in Domino is happy with Echo the first time he makes a comment.
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Going back and watching it happen in time reveals a bit more, though. They’ve all got facial expressions kinda similar to it when it cuts back to them after Colt speaks. Echo says “thinks he means us, boys?” Hevy seems to be the only one truly angry about the comment. The other three seem to be more of “what are you talking about, you know we’re not that great.” Plus, you know, they’re all nervous about their final. Even more so with how they didn’t make it through the day before. (Here’s a link if you wanna see it for yourself. 0:45; it’s all quick reactions, but you can see what I mean)
(Hmm so maybe I was wrong about that screenshot before. Go figure. There’s a reason screenshots aren’t always completely reliable sources for shows, since none of what I just talked about is visible in a standstill moment. This is why I’ve rewatched Clone Cadets 48209832 times. I’m still picking up new things about Domino while doing it.)
When Echo says, “well bravo for Bravo Squad,” some other things happen. Firstly, Echo’s rolling his eyes. He’s either being flippant about Bravo or he’s being self-aware enough to know it’s a bad pun and that his brothers don’t like his comments. But Fives actually looks over, concerned, when he makes the comment.
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That definitely counts for something. Especially since the other three don’t look very concerned about how Echo’s feeling with the comments. (Hevy’s definitely not looking over here.) But Fives seems to be wondering how anxious Echo’s feeling or something along those lines and how Echo’s expressing it. Especially since Echo doesn’t purposely pick fights like Hevy. He’s just making comments that happen to aggravate the Squad more than he’s usually trying to use as his way of showing he cares about his brothers and how well they perform.
After that comes their first run of the final. And with it comes a moment I love so much. Echo’s standing at one of the cover blocks when Fives runs up to him. Not only does this happen, but Echo smiles so much at seeing his brother do so.
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He’s just! So happy that Fives is there. I love that. Anyway, Fives tells him, “you flank right, I’ll flank left.” Then comes Echo’s lil pun moment. Fives rolls his eyes, but he looks more fond but exasperated than truly annoyed. 
Right after that, Fives runs off again. Which means he took Echo’s comment about staying on the same side and went with it, even though that wasn’t his initial plan. He’s trusting in Echo’s combat planning there. After DB gets shot down, we can actually see this happen as they meet Hevy at another one of the blocks. They come from the same side, Fives, then Echo. So, it worked out successfully.
When Colt tells them they failed not too long after that, another thing happens! Fives and Echo share a look. They didn’t have to — Hevy was behind Fives and Cutup was in front of Echo. They could’ve shared a look with them. But they didn’t. It’s definitely an “oh crap” kind of look they share with each other. Something that’s usually shared with those your closer to in situations like that, ya know?
“But wait!” you might say. “These are mostly examples of Fives being a good brother than of them being close.” Well, that’s where Echo and Fives talking to Shaak Ti about transferring squads comes into play! Of course, since I’m going chronologically, it’s not the immediate next point on this, but it happens during this conversation.
The two of them talking to her is a pretty big deal, especially since constantly up to that point we see Echo not getting along with the squad. He definitely wouldn't do it with Hevy, who he fights with most. Cutup and Echo don't fight as much as Echo and Hevy but we don't see them actually talk to each other besides whenever they do the sim, right before the second final, and Rishi. And Rishi is Hevy and Cutup making fun of Echo a bit. (Main difference then is that they do understand each other better to some degree and it doesn't escalate like it once might've.) DB, I touched on some points earlier. 
But there’s a reason it’s Echo and Fives here, and it’s more than just Fives fighting with him less.
When they talk to Shaak Ti Fives trusts Echo to do the talking for them (he only speaks up twice with small comments then). While it’s a short conversation, most of the talking is done by Echo. The duo most likely had a conversation beforehand about what they were asking and why. While we don’t know who asked the other if they wanted to do it, they’re both there, and Fives trusted Echo and his memory and ability to repeat the points they wanted to make. It's the exact opposite of what the squad has been doing. Instead of mocking the repetition, he gives Echo a chance to do it without judgment and as a positive thing.
Echo also goes on to do some things that show it’s not just Fives being a good brother, it goes both ways with them. 
There are only two instances where we see Echo touch someone. One is when he fights with Hevy (and Hevy starts it). The other instance is with Fives, during this talk. The two of them had been standing at parade rest and Echo — who's whole thing as a cadet is following orders — breaks it to set a comforting hand on Fives' shoulder! 
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He's the one to do it! Echo’s the one that takes the opportunity to comfort Fives and Fives doesn’t shy away from it. And not only did he recognize what Fives was feeling, but he also acted on it. They know each other well enough at this point to understand each other’s emotions and how to react to them accordingly.
And it's not like the other clones don't nudge and pat each other on the back and whatnot. Hevy pats 99 on the head (condescendingly smh Hevy you know better but whatever that's not the point).Both Fives and DB nudge Cutup for a comment he makes.
Echo just... doesn't do it during Clone Cadets. (I will point out he gives 99 a light excited punch on the shoulder during Arc Troopers — but that's after he's been with Torrent and trusts 99 even more than he did on Kamino for helping Hevy out) But he does voluntarily set a hand on Fives' shoulder. He’s comfortable enough with Fives to do it when we don’t see him do it with the rest of Domino or even 99.
Also, we all know Fives smacks some of his brothers, we've all seen that post by now. But he never does it with Echo. Instead, he lets Echo do what he's comfortable with. I just think that's important to note.
There’re also multiple times in this scene where they share looks while they’re speaking or when Shaak Ti says something. If you watch Arc Troopers or the first half of the Citadel Arc, even some parts of Rookies, Fives and Echo have a lot of nonverbal communication. This is just planting the seeds for that.
This scene can also be used for some “Fives and Echo aren’t that close” arguments, especially if you go with the “they are literal twins” hc. The whole “they wanted to stick together because they were twins, not necessarily because they got along better” argument. There are some other points here, like the fact that Fives did say something rude to Echo, or that Fives was talking to Cutup in their downtime and Echo with DB.
The thing is, with these things I've talked about, it shows that they were close on Kamino, regardless of that hc. I highly doubt LF and Filoni actually write them as twins (they probably would've mentioned it by now if they were). So while I personally like to take some of these things as them being twins, mostly they just show that either way, they were close. And the points Echo makes while asking Shaak Ti come into play as well.
Echo states, “Which is why Fives and I are looking out for each other,” when told that the clones, like the Jedi, have individuals and the group be one and the same. He makes it a clear point that they’re looking out for each other, that they’re trying to make the decision they think is best for the other. That’s! A big deal and sign that they’re close, if you ask me. 
Right at the end of the scene, Fives once again shows his trust in Echo. After hearing that they’ve been given another shot at the final, he looks skeptical. What does he do right after? Look at Echo. He didn’t need to, he could’ve stared at the wall, ground, given Shaak’s back a funny look. But he looks to his brother for comfort again. And we see Echo look back at him, doing so, right as it transitions to Cutup’s scene.
(“Wow this is really long, you must be obsessed with Domino Squad,” you might also say. That would be correct lol. We’re almost done, though.)
The next time we see either of them is when they think Hevy hasn’t shown up but then does. This is a nice little moment. Domino must’ve had a conversation or something because Cutup, DB, Fives, and Echo seem to be more at ease beside the whole missing Hevy thing. I should write that conversation someday. Echo even repeats what Fives said and nobody makes a comment about it.
Hevy eventually surprises everyone with his dramatic entrance and marches through their bench area to head to the simulation room. After that, the three of them turn and look at Echo, who shrugs. Not really a moment between Echo and Fives and more about the whole squad, but it’s there. Domino’s getting along better as a whole, matching more of what the dynamic between those two has been the entire time. 
And finally, the second final. Like how the practice test is slightly focused on Echo’s comments and the reactions to it, this one’s focused on Hevy being the natural leader he is. Also, just, Domino Working Together.
When they take cover in the little slit thingies, Fives and Echo take cover in the same one. Part of it was probably which one was closest. Part of it definitely was production trying to make it easier to fit more of them in the same frame there. But also, it says something about how they trust and understand each other on the battlefield. Partially from growing up training together, partially they've got the trust and understanding the whole squad is just finally starting to get within the rest of their dynamics. 
The only scene in this whole episode I don’t know who’s who is during the medal scene. If we base it on where Hevy stands, Echo and Cutup are the ones to talk. However, the second clone doesn’t have Cutup’s accent and it’s not one of those situations that Cutup tends to drop his accent. So I’m not really sure, other than that Domino is very clearly all proud of each other. I’m not really sure why I wrote this paragraph then… aNyWaY, that’s the episode!
TL;DR Throughout the episode, the Domino Twins show multiple signs of them being close to each other. I really think that the episode is supposed to show us that they're close from the beginning and Rishi just made them form an even stronger bond. Paraphrasing Shaak Ti, their journey is about them connecting to the rest of their squad throughout the episode, not necessarily about them also learning to connect with each other. They’ve got that down, after all.
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yoshkeii · 3 years
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Ushijima Wakatoshi hcs!
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࿐ character: Ushijima Wakatoshi
࿐ genre: sfw, nsfw
࿐ requested by: a lovely supportive friend <3
⌦ sfw first, nsfw last
⌦ Nsfw includes, top-dom!ushijima, sub-bottom!reader. Continue at your own risk.
A/N: i simp for this man. i actually simp for a lot of characters its unbelievable. but this one. this man. yeah. again, kinda self-indulgent like my tsukii one- im sorry,,
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★彡 Since we all know how Ushijima talks in the anime, he probably doesn't have the best social cues. When being in a relationship with him it might be difficult for him to break through that barrier of communication. He might say things along "will you teach me?", "was that good?", and stuff along those lines. So its your job to show him the ropes! It's a up and down hill path but Ushijima will do it to make the relationship last long and anything to see that little adorable smile on your face.
★彡 Honestly some nicknames he will have for you might derive from plants and nature. Such as "Honey(comb), Pumpkin, Sprout, Fern, Clover," but the classic nicknames that are normal to relationships would be "Babe/Baby, Prince, Love, Beautiful/Handsome," etc~ He likes to stick with the planty ones since he believes it fits someone smaller than him.
★彡 Will definitely take advantage of your size difference (depending on your height, yknow when yknow. i myself is like 5'3/5'4 so i feel the short pain.)
★彡 Like he will ruffle your hair which always ends up getting messed up, he will pick you so fucking easily like you weigh nothing to him, definite big spoon cause he always loves to wrap his arms arounds you since he noticed how safe it makes you feel, comparing and teasing about your hand sizes too is a common occurrence. Just his palm against yours. Sometimes you guys mess around with the flashlights on your phone to create hand-shadows and you always try to adjust your hand for your shadow to be Ushijima's size. He chuckles at the adorable attempt too.
★彡 Continuing on the size difference, he will let you sit on his lap as he watches you do whatever infront of him. No matter if its just scrolling through social media, watching videos, watching you play games, a movie, a video call? He's there. Sometimes will silently nuzzle his face into your hair, neck, shoulder or the crook between your shoulders. If he's feeling like it, he might also plant a surprise kiss on your neck or shoulder. It sends a quick jolt and shiver down your spine whenever he does because it's so unlikely-
★彡 OKAY BUT- the thought of jealous Ushijima would not be common thing knowing how calm and composed this man is, but he is also not good at describing nor showing emotions. But- Him catching you wearing someone else's jersey, hoodie, or jacket might flip that switch. He would just brush it off at first after awhile, before he slowly breaks. Giving you his own clothing in the end, which always ends up oversized based on how this dude is built. This would honestly be the only chance or time you will see this man be jealous its kinda scary- like- Ushijima are you okay honey?
★彡 Ushijima isn't the one to be into nicknames too much, but when you call him by the given nicknames you have for him... ohhhhhhh maaaaan its gives him butterflies. And generally he can't understand feelings too well so he wouldn't know how to deal with it and maybe overthink it- Please comfort him if it goes to far- He'll need it-
★彡 Like the Tendou chapter, you would most likely be closer to Tendou since Ushi and him are close anyways! You'll also have decent relationships with the team and maybe act like the motherly type to them to keep those boys in check. Goshiki may awkwardly talk to you to see if he needs to be in a relationship to be the new ace yada yada (lil baby looking up to your husbando though is cute-)
★彡 Ushijima may not be the best at social cues, but ohhh man this dude can be poetic as hell unintentionally. He has his ways of setting up words and his surprisingly sets of word choices astonish you at some point, and of course you get confuse sometimes- Understanding poems can be hard as hell okay??
★彡 When seeing you stressed or overwhelmed with any situation, he'll bring you into a hug for who knows how long. Just him seeing you like that devastates him, same goes for a single tear coming from your face will make this man go in his overprotective mode. He'll rub your back or head to calm you down, some specks of kisses along your face and maybe your arms too. He doesn't let his hand wander anywhere else when cuddling either so you are in safe hands with this man everytime he has his arms around you. They are just like safe warm walls bro.
★彡 He's the type who will keep attention on the smallest of details about you. He'll buy you small things like stickers, utensil, items, etc that you thought were cute when browsing or something. Ushijima likes to hear about your interests and thoughts because he loves to see you nerd out over passionate topics, and sometimes he'll just doze off and just stare at your face as you talk. Admiring you so fucking much, he's just softly smiling at you till you ask "what Toshi-?"
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★彡 Most of your passionate moments always start with kisses. They are usually or might as well always be slow, soft and passionate. He'll try his best to ask for consent in the most intimate or romantic way possible, with just a soft reply or the brush of his thumb on your bottom lip. Or he might aswell just stare at you till you say sumn-
★彡 He's not the type for PDA, since he personally thinks it should be behind doors and walls. So if you do anything that will.. yknow... flip a switch in this man. He'll try to keep composure n calmness till both of you are in a private spot, this man will kabedon or pin you against the wall and smother you with love n affection. At this point, he can't keep his hands to himself and often wanders which is unusual for him. So do things wisely or are you just a lover for punishment.
★彡 Some kinks this man will have: definite daddy/captain kink, degrading/praising (depends on his mood or how you are acting in the.. act-), extreme dirty talk, overstimulation maybe?, honestly can be into BDSM or sumn along the line, little bit of foreplay too.
★彡 You definitely know this man can get hella rough and strong while doing it. Which he of course uses it as an advantage because he's a fucking huge ass dom. Try to take control at least once, he'll do an uno reverse card on you and have you begging moments later. Even if you're on top, he still has control. He'll use his strong grip to pull you down or to make you move how he wants you too, His grip is so strong, it leaves nail marks in your hips n thighs that make you complain to him about it. But Ushijima just will look at you with no regret.
★彡 Ushijima uses his voice to his biggest advantage aswell. He knows he can rile you up with just a deep husk of his voice, especially when he speaks in your ear. His hot breath brushing against as he speaks sweet nothings to demanding whispers only you can hear. It just makes you melt and submit to him like magic, and he adores that to the max. He'll also might bite your ear as a tease too-
★彡 He's very demanding in bed. Ordering you around. Him being a very serious person outside of the room follows him into the bed.
★彡 Favorite place to do it? Just in the private walls of eachother's home or dorms.
★彡 Favorite position? He has a few selected one, but him carrying you will messing your insides up against a wall... yeah that one.
★彡 He loves, loves seeing your face during the act. He'll just stares at you with a cocky smirk (no pun intended) as he continues.
★彡 Ushijima may be rough, but he's a king at aftercare. He loves to treat you so well after the act with cuddles, kisses, a possible bath or shower, massages. Anything to calm you down. Usually its just cuddles, seeing you ontop of his chest practically about to fall asleep. Knowing you are listening to his heartbeat and breathing, its a beautiful sight to him. If you are cuddling on your side, he'll softly pat your head and rub your back as you dose off to sleep before he falls asleep himself afterwards.
★彡 Motivation can vary, but he loves seeing you wear anything that shows your bare legs. Especially those thighs. Yes another thigh man. Just some high-thigh socks, tights, fitted sweatpants, anything that shows your curves n legs gets him rearing to go.
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