#it turned out so cute and the shading actually looks decent

[laylaysdelusions]

My silver dress and your kisses

(Pazzi x reader)

A/n: ok guys this is a long one! It’s 1500+ words of a slutty mess<3

You adjust your spaghetti strap of your dress and spritz your vanilla perfume once or twice and the. You follow your gfs out the door.

The entire car ride had tension due to the fact both Azzi and Paige were wanting to rip that silver dress right off your body but they just had to wait until tonight.

As you arrived at the club, the bouncer immediately looked you up and down with a smirk and being your oblivious little self you didn’t notice but Paige and Azzi sure as hell did. They both gave him a disgusted face, making him quit. The thing about going out with your girlfriends is that they are very possessive and when they don’t like something or someone they let it be known. You pretend like it bothers you but it really doesn’t.

You walk hand and hand with Paige to the bar, Azzi following. They order you a few tequila shots, slipping extra cash to the bartender without you noticing. Paige’s nil money comes in handy for night outs.

You suddenly heard your favorite song come on. “Please dance with me guysss” you whine, tipsy. “Ok baby just this song” Azzi says and Paige nods. You move over to the dance floor full of drunk rich people. You grab Paige’s face and reach on your tippy toes to kiss her. Your cheeks turn red. “Strawberry lipgloss?” She smiles and you mumble a ‘yes’. Azzi raises an eyebrow, making you remember. “You are not gonna give mommy a taste?” she pouts in a condescending tone.

“Of course I will mommy” you replied crossing your arms over your stomach, leaning up to kiss her too. Your height make them both coo everytime you give them a kiss. It takes so much effort for you since they’re so tall and big. Your small size actually turns them on more than they’d admit to you. Paige notices that your dress is pulled up a little, revealing your cute lacy panties.

“I see your panties baby” she says in a voice that lets you know she’s correcting you. Your hands pull it down, making a tit almost pop out. Azzi twists her face, you know they’re not very happy with your outfit choice for a public appearance. “Sweet girl you know better” Paige slaps your ass, causing you to flinch. “You must want to be a little brat tonight huh?” Paige grits her teeth.

“How about this, we’ll spend another hour here but you have to sit in one of our laps the entire time and no more drinking either, alright?” Azzi says. She's not as mad as Paige but she’s still mad. You calmly walk over to the seating booths. Paige pulls you into her lap, wrapping her veiny and long fingers around your waist.

You want to have more tequila but there’s no arguing with your girlfriends what they say is final. You pick at your acrylics as you avoid eye contact. “Whatcha quit talkin’ for?” the blonde looks at you, a glint of lust lies in her eyes. “D-don’t know” you mumble. Paige takes a sniff of your scent, making her chuckle. “Vanilla hm?” She says. You nod. “That’s cute, you know we like that one”.

Azzi scoots closer to you, resting her hand on your thigh. You’re not that dumb you’re aware she’s trying to rile you up so by the time you go home you’re desperate. “I know it’s been a while since we went out, i’m sorry sweet thing” azzi rubs her hand on your leg, massaging it. Paige on the other hand is taking in your appearance, smell, pure sweetness. She wants to put you over her lap for being the tease you are but fuck she has a soft spot for you.

You can’t help but turn red at the thought that anyone can see you smashed between the Paige bueckers and Azzi Fudd. This club is all three of your favorites because it’s too expensive for the average fan girl to afford so it is more private but you still never know.

Your brain has been so busy you haven’t paid much attention to their attire till now. Azzi is wearing a lavender dress with a decently high slit on the side. You don’t miss that it's Paige’s favorite shade either. Paige is wearing an all white suit. She knows that her girls think it’s sexy.

You feel the need to go to the bathroom so you ask them to get up. They say yes of course so you walk down the hallway with your heels hitting the floor. You walk in and see a girl with cakey makeup and a black and white suit on. “Hi baby girl” she says, giving you a wink that makes you cringe. “Sorry not interested” you say quickly going into a stall.

You finish and walk out to the sinks and unfortunately she’s still standing there. “Oh come on don’t be that way” she says in an aggravating voice. “I’m taken and I wouldn’t be interested anyway” you sass her, tossing your hair over your shoulder. “Your ass looks too good in that mamas” she says and you give her a gag in response. As you go to leave the restroom you realize that Azzi and Paige are standing right there and they witnessed the whole thing.

“What the fuck” Paige says to the random girl. “Oh shit” the girl says, running away like a bitch. You assume she recognized your girlfriends. Azzi grabs your arm so tight it must have accidentally left a bruise. They pretty much drag you to the car. You know they probably aren’t mad at you but more so the girl, it’s still an excuse to fuck you roughly.

As soon as you enter the apartment, your small body is immediately pushed up against the wall. “What was that little stunt with this fuckin’ dress hm?” She says. “Your tits are practically falling out of it and your ass is literally showing” she says through gritted teeth. Azzi must have gone to the bedroom because you didn't see her. You don’t think about it long because you’re distracted by Paige’s lips on the sweet spot behind your ear. You bite your lip as your panties dampen slightly. Paige picks you up like you’re light work as she brings you to the bedroom.

That’s when you see Azzi sitting on the bed with a strap attached to her hips. Fuck. You know you’re in for a long night right then and there. “Don’t be shy honey come here” the curly headed girl beckoned you over. Paige leans down to your ear level. “You better ride that shit like your life depends on it and if you don’t do it correctly you get no orgasm and a spanking”. You frantically nod.

Azzi pulls up your dress just enough to see your wet panties. “Our baby loves being treated like a toy doesn’t she?” Azzi says and you shake your head yes. She rips your underwear down your legs. You try to ease yourself slowly onto the silicon cock but Azzi doesn’t approve, she shoves you down on it so hard it makes your head spin in circles. “Oh fuck!” You yell out.

“Shh” she pacifies you. You almost forgot Paige was still in the room until started to feel kisses down your neck. You let out a small whine even though you tried to stay quiet. You keep flopping up and down on Azzi’s dick while Paige kisses all around your body. You feel like you're floating. You’re biting your bottom lip so hard you taste blood but you don’t even care.

Paige brings her hand down to slap your ass, leaving her hand print. You’re squirming so much on the strap because it feels so good. It has to be atleast 7 inches and you feel it everywhere. Azzi presses on your stomach to show you where her dick is. Paige speaks up against your face.

“Ya feel that? She’s in your stomach baby” the blonde laughs at you as if you’re just a little kid no one is concerned about.

Your body is alive as you feel the knot in your stomach approaching. “Please please” you shutter underneath their fiery touches. “Mommy please!” You say as your body starts to shake. “Go ahead, let go on your mommy’s cock” Paige says, your reaction is instant. Your juices leak out all over the three of you. You fucking squirted. After you catch your breath you turn strawberry red because you realize you’ve made a mess on them.

“I think you should clean her dick up, don't ya think?” You nod at the blondie’s instructions. You lay down towards the strap and wrap your lips around it. You damn near choke on it when you feel Paige enter a finger inside your pussy. You are still soaked and you know the bed is probably soaked too. Paige pushes her thick finger further inside causing you to gag around the cock. “F-fuck” you stutter with your mouth full. “Quit whining” she says and slaps your ass again. Azzi looks into your eyes, you flush deeper. Between the sounds of your mouth in the strap and the wetness of your pussy lips you’re drowning.

Tears stream down your face with pleasure behind them. You feel the familiar warmth again and it’s obvious to the both of them you’re about to cum. “Shh let it out” Azzi says as she grips your hair aggressively. Paige jerks your face away from the strap, leaving you coughing and cumming. “Oh- sh- thank you” you say with a high pitched whine that leaves your mouth.

You turn over on your back, panting and crying. You make little hums and puffs, trying to gain your strength back. They massage your legs and back until you come back to normal. You go back to your bashful state.

“Thank you..” You sigh in contentment with the both of your girls.

Taglist: @muhlslover @heart4caitlin @cosmopretty @mrsarnold

[wwasted]

me, lying here wide awake at 4 am unable to stop thinking about a clegan social media high school au. so here’s a thousand words of Thoughts so maybe I can sleep tonight.

Gale’s instagram isn’t all that telling when you’re viewing it. He doesn’t really post himself that often because he doesn’t find himself that interesting to look at despite how the girls at school react to him. It’s all pictures of endless Wyoming skies in shades of orange and pink, animals he sees while he walks home from school, and Marge. The few photos he does have of himself are giving artsy indie folk all americana boy, the tousled blond hair and blueblueblue eyes. John’s page on the other hand is chaos. He regularly posts memes that make absolutely no sense, like he’s def got deep fried brain rot. He has notifications turned on for the nutter butter TikTok account. It’s a lot of him at parties hanging off people because he’s tactile and loves being a good time boy. And then even more prevalent is him in his baseball uniform. Which is how Gale finds him one day, when he pops up on his popular page and he just about throws his phone out the window. For a minute he almost panic refreshes because his mind is not ready to confront the fact that he’s definitely fucking gay judging by the way he felt like he was falling out of a plane without a parachute at just a glance of John. And honestly who could blame him? The tight baseball pants tucked into long socks, the shirt that looks way too tight to actually be something the guy can wear to play a sport, the serious determined look he has. And Gale refuses to believe this dude isn’t a fucking actor or a model or something because who the fuck looks like that as a teenager? Yeah Gale got an average height and decent voice from the puberty lottery but he sure as fuck wasn’t built like that. And then he clicks on his page and realizes that John has 600 something followers (which is crazy, bc Gale has like 60, he can’t imagine knowing that many people) and is definitely a high school student judging by his bio. And he just kind of dies a little bit? He feels light headed, like he’s been struck dumb by just one picture of this kid. And is it possible to fall in love with someone from just one picture? Gale doesn’t want to deal with those thoughts. So he just turns off his phone and stares at the ceiling, willing himself to sleep so he can’t forget about John and baseball pants. He doesn’t even fucking like sports.

But he definitely remembers John’s username (even though he’d rather not and it’s probably something weird so he really shouldn’t) and he’ll come back a few times a week and check to see if John’s posted anything new. And John doesn’t disappoint. He’s much more open about sharing himself and his life than Gale ever could be. And he’s content with having this crush from afar because he’s absolutely never following this guy (yeah he has a lot of followers, but not enough that he wouldn’t notice if someone new followed him) and it all goes according to plan until he’s sitting with Marge at lunch one day, and she’s hanging off him, arm around his shoulders, talking to one of her girlfriends. And Gale can’t resist sneaking a peek at John’s insta. (Cue Gale frantically googling whether it’s possible to be addicted to looking at a person) and Marge just happens to glance down when she feels the change in his body language and it’s totally innocent, she just thinks maybe this is some guy Gale is talking to, she knows he’s been trying to discreetly explore his sexuality more and is trying to be supportive, so she says “oh he’s cute” and reaches down and double taps a photo of John leaning against a wall with a red solo cup in his hand, head slightly tilted back so his neck is exposed in a way that’s fucking indecent, especially with the way the collar of his black shirt is loose, like someone grabbed it and pulled so there’s just a flash of strong shoulder and collarbone. Somehow even worse he’s kinda sweaty, curls a mess, smiling at the person taking the picture like he just got away with something. And Gale loses it lmao like he’s not mad because he hates getting mad but also what the fuck and he quickly explains all this to Marge who feels absolutely terrible but also tries to talk Gale into not unliking the photo “it’ll just make it even more weird, I promise, he probably won’t even see it or he’ll think it’s someone he goes to school with it’ll be fine” and she’s so calm and reassuring that Gale starts to believe her (even tho in the back of his mind he realizes that he couldn’t have liked a more incriminating photo if he tried, he sneaks a glance at the likes and comments the photo already has and it’s almost all girls with a few guys sprinkled in which duh the photo is fucking pure sin and absolutely should not be perceived by people but Gale thanks whatever higher power there is that John doesn’t seem to realize that)

And so he goes home and is content with the fact that it’ll probably be fine. He’ll take a tolerance break from looking at John and in a week, everything will be normal again. He’ll quietly thirst from a far and work on getting the hell out of this town. But then right before he’s going to bed, he gets a notification from instagram. And he assumes it’s Marge sending him cat memes like she always does so he’s not really thinking anything of it until he wakes up his phone and his mind completely crashes out bc that is definitely John’s fucking username with a DM attached. Gale doesn’t think he’s ever moved so fast in his life, quite literally catapulting himself from his bed and immediately FaceTimes Marge while silently screaming. And she’s trying so hard to be supportive and not laugh at Gale’s reaction, but she can’t help it. He’s worse than she is when she has a crush. She slowly coaxes him to at least read the preview of the message, even if Gale is adamant that he’s not opening it, in fact he’s deleting his instagram. He’s deleting all his social media. He’s getting rid of his phone and he’s gonna hike into the mountains of Wyoming and live off grid until he dies.

“hey do I know u?”

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Also i imagine gale’s profile picture being something like this:

bc like i said artsy lil indie fucker and when John (who is very comfortable in his bisexuality) sees it he can’t believe that’s a real person in the world (which funny bc Gale doesn’t view himself as someone who would be attractive to others, in his mind he’s average, maybe below average bc of his anti social tendencies) and John is just hoping that this is some new kid at their school and he’s absolutely going to r u i n him so he hits the follow button and sends that message, hoping hoping hoping.

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Does Marge talk him into replying? How does Gale explain himself to John? If he does, how does John take the fact that Gale lives almost 16 hours away from him?

Next time on dragon ball z or smth

[moon-lv3r]

whenever giorno lets his hair down, he looks like fugo ~

🦋 category: scenario

🦋 characters: giorno, bucciarati, abbacchio, mista, narancia, fugo, trish

🦋 summary: in which whenever giorno lets his hair down, he looks like fugo. sometimes the members of bucciarati’s gang gets them mixed up

🦋 warnings: bunch of sillies and everyone lives !! trish is part of the gang idc what anyone says

🦋 notes: i love this headcanon of mine, it’s so cute

giorno giovanna ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

🐞 literally does not realise

🐞 woke up one morning and was too lazy to do his little donuts and let them fly

🐞 bucciarati saw him and greeted him as fugo so giorno turned around and saw a sleepy mista, who also greeted him as fugo

🐞 hm weird

🐞 even abbacchio’s weirdly nicer to him

🐞it didn’t take long for him to realise what’s happening

🐞it’s giorno of course he figured it out

🐞he was going to call them all out but he simply didn’t have the chance to

🐞”oi fugo, pass me that snack” “oi fugo, look at this document, you know a lot about crime right?” “oi fugo help me with this equation!” “fugo let’s watch a slasher film!” “fugo do you mind following me to buy some new clothes?”

🐞being fugo feels like being a slave

🐞he keeps trying to say something but noooo not a chance golden boy

🐞 let’s see how the members of the gang realise that giorno isn’t fugo

bruno bucciarati ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

🤐 he’s abit confused on why ‘fugo’ suddenly dressed differently when he asked for him to look at some documents

🤐 “fugo, i think you look great with this new style”

🤐 “uh thanks bucciarati”

🤐 too focused on work to tell that he mixed them up

🤐 it wasn’t until he realised that giorno was nowhere to be found that he started to be suspicious

🤐 order of the members waking up: abbacchio, bucciarati, giorno, trish, fugo, mista, narancia (afternoon)

🤐 “eh where is giorno i need something…”

🤐 “bucciarati i am giorno”

🤐 poor bucciarati, he thought it was a stand attack, mixing everybody up. until he saw giorno’s eyes and realised it’s different

🤐 “apologies for mixing you up with fugo… it’s the hair. but you still did a decent job in helping me with the documents, i’ll get fugo to check them later”

trish una ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

✖️she knew right away

✖️look she’s a girl

✖️have we not seen the stockings and makeup she had narancia buy? of course she knew

✖️”fugo has a different shade of blonde”

✖️giorno is glad that there is one person that he doesn’t need to explain himself to

✖️”the both of you are very different. fugo uses strawberry scents, you don’t. the hair length is different too. your hair is also brighter compared to fugo”

✖️trish does agree that they look similar with the hair

✖️ then she dragged giorno to do some shopping with her and returned somewhere in the afternoon

✖️they bought food and other necessities, alongside random items some of the other members needed

✖️however giorno’s arms are now covered in eyeshadow, lip gloss, lipsticks and other makeup products

pannacotta fugo ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

🍓”what the fuck?!” when he saw giorno

🍓 he had just finished looking through the documents that bucciarati showed him

🍓 he kept thinking if it’s a stand attack

🍓 it wasn’t so he continued staring at giorno

🍓 “bucciarati… do i have a long lost twin?”

🍓 “no”

🍓 bucciarati decided not to say anything and let fugo figure out all on his own

🍓 fugo decided to confront giorno but he didn’t know that it was giorno that he was confronting

🍓”oi is this some kind of joke?!” he grabbed giorno’s shoulders and roughly spun him around

🍓”oh.”

🍓yeah he realised after spinning giorno around

🍓 he apologised. a lot

leone abbacchio ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

🍷he actually doesn’t care enough to differentiate between them

🍷 he thought it was weird that there were two fugos but figured it out

🍷 didn’t want to pay attention to the differences they had though

🍷”oi fugo come here” and the person he dragged is giorno

🍷”giorno! get your ass here” and it’s fugo

🍷he’s nicer to giorno when he thought that giorno was fugo

🍷fugo is honestly fed up with being treated like shit while giorno doesn’t really mind

🍷even the strawberry scent that fugo wears did little to help

🍷”wearing fugo’s stupid scents now i see” to fugo, thinking it’s giorno

🍷 yes abbacchio is not a fan of sweet scents

🍷bucciarati had to tell him but does he care who is who? no he still mixes them up, on purpose now

🍷 abbacchio noticed some of the makeup on giorno’s arm, asked about it and decided to buy them the first chance he gets

🍷 he just took the opportunity to kinda make them do his work

guido mista ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

🔫 well well well… he could not tell the difference at all

🔫 “fugo where is your sweet scent?” when he’s talking to giorno

🔫 “where is giorno” he asks giorno, who he thought was fugo

🔫 fugo somehow hasn’t lost his temper

🔫 giorno and fugo just looked at each other in disappointment

🔫 it didn’t help that abbacchio mixes them up too so there’s just two grown men mixing up fugo and giorno

🔫 trish decided to mess with mista and join in

🔫 bucciarati is busy doing his mafia boss stuff to engage

🔫 poor mista is just getting confused every 10 seconds

🔫 trish is loving this too, just constantly messing around with mista

🔫 he only realised what’s going on when trish absolutely lost her shit and started laughing

🔫 trish and mista decided to mess with narancia, much to fugo and giorno’s dismay

🔫 giorno is secretly enjoying it while fugo just wants to get on with his day

narancia ghirga ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

🍊 the above is his exact reaction to the scene before him

🍊 trish and mista used makeup and contact lenses to make fugo and giorno look the exact same, except for the hair

🍊 fugo was protesting of course

🍊 “no you will not! my eyes! what are these?!” he screams as mista puts in contacts for him. trish is gentle with giorno

🍊 narancia rubbed his eyes, there’s two fugo’s in front of him

🍊”aha that’s fugo’s brother! nice to meet you i’m narancia!”

🍊 mista and trish lost their shit. giorno giggled and fugo sighed

🍊”yes… my long lost brother…” fugo played along

🍊 narancia kept asking ‘fugo’s brother’ about their childhood together. the brother is a year younger than fugo, just like giorno

🍊 mista shouted for abbacchio and bucciarati to come over and watch what was happening

🍊 bucciarati was amused, abbacchio thought it was abit stupid but egged it on anyway

🍊 “don’t you think fugo’s brother is as stupid looking as giorno?” abbacchio added

🍊”now that you mentioned it, i see it! fugo you should have your brother meet giorno! eh where is giorno?” narancia is just getting played at this point

🍊this is basically free entrainment

🍊 it only ended when bucciarati spoke to giorno, like he’s giorno because he needed giorno for something

🍊 “wait… that’s giorno..? MISTA!”

[merakiui]

Rental (Boy/Girl)friend!darling is really appealing to me! Imagine if darling was the pretty and proper type kyaaaahh💙💙💙

(tw: yandere, noncon)

My fave incel Idia probably got way too attached to darling. This has infinite yandere scenarios! 💙

Idia just raw dogging rental!Darling against their will! Omg... Baby trapping too hhhhh.

Imagine if darling complains to his parents about it except papa and mama shroud congratulated darling instead.

"Just come to us if you need financial backing!"

"This wasn't in the contract!"

Omg yes!!! >v< He definitely gets too swept up in the feelings of being in a (contractual) relationship that he forgets the two of you are only in a relationship for however long you spend with him every other day. Outside of that, you’re not his and he’s not yours. Idia’s grown so attached to the fluffy relationship you’ve created with him that he takes to sneaking trackers into your bag and finding ways to watch you through cameras when you think you’re all alone in your home.

He’s always thought no one would ever truly understand him or have the same passions as him, so when you always play games with him (and you’re actually fairly decent at some of them) or when you binge anime with him or when you get into eager discussions over your favorite characters and the idols he’s introduced you to, he falls even harder for you. You’re everything he could ever want. In the back of his mind, he’s somewhat aware you’re just cultivating this image for him so that you can be his ideal partner. But that doesn’t matter to him. It’s the experience! The honesty! The dedication to your job and hefty paycheck this totally authentic relationship!

And babytrapping as well! I like to think he gets a little confidence with you around. He knows you won’t judge him and if you do it’s all silent. <3 you’re the most perfect partner, after all! So maybe he feels just slightly confident when gently kissing turns more hungry and determined, and he’s too in love with you to think about stopping when you lift your shirt over your head and slip out of your shorts. You’re so perfect. He could stare at you for hours, and he does, so caught up in his own delusions and excitement. Normally 3D does nothing for him. The idea of having real sex always made him shudder, but Idia can’t help thinking how hot you are all spread out on his bed, grabbing at the sheets while he stretches you out with slim fingers. And you make the cutest sounds, too. For once he’s forever grateful his parents rented you for his sake, otherwise he never would’ve met you. It’s a relief he let them and Ortho talk him into giving this thing a try.

You try to remind him about condoms, but do you really think Idia owns a package of those? You really wish, but he promises he’ll pull out before he cums. He’s not some virgin who’d get so pussy-drunk he ends up spilling hot and deep (he is). He’s awkward at first, his face flushed the brightest shade of pink, all the way to the tips of his hair as he tries to hold you, touch you, be cool about this entire thing. It’s cute! He considers backing out because he’s so nervous, but you spread yourself so nicely for him and you even wore that lingerie he got you… (it’s somewhere on his bed, but that really doesn’t matter now). You assure him it’ll be okay. When you wrap a slick hand around his dick and give him a few reassuring pumps, looking up at him with the most lascivious of looks, he’s sold.

Idia has always assumed real sex was something like hentai, but the moment he’s slotted himself inside you he’s nearly crumpling. It’s so much warmer and tighter inside you. Definitely much better than his hand or any fleshlight he’s ever used. He feels almost dizzy when he looks down at you and you wrap your arms around him to tug him close and omg your legs just wrapped around his waist!!!! He’s internally fanboying over it LOL. This is everything he could ever want. Needless to say, he becomes pussy-drunk rather fast, and within the first minute or so he’s cumming in thick spurts and you’re too dazed to realize this at first. :) and after fumbling around for a little bit, trying to find a pace that isn’t so awkward, he’s finally settled into a good groove.

He makes a mess out of you, but then he’s also quite a mess after emptying so many loads inside you. By the third one, you’re begging him to pull out, mumbling through moans and gasps that you don’t want to get pregnant. You can’t afford to take so much time off your job to care for a baby, and you don’t even have the money for one right now. But money’s never been a problem for Idia—not when your family’s mega wealthy and super influential. Maybe it’s the sex and his dick talking, but he wouldn’t mind seeing you all swollen and round with his baby. <3 and maybe if you did get pregnant you could finally be his real partner. For once the idea of marriage isn’t so terrifying to Idia, nor is parenthood. But then he’s also incredibly pussy-drunk when he’s fucking you raw, so maybe he’s not in the most sensible mindset. ^^;;; but it’s okay. His parents will provide so much love and support. How could they ever be mad at you and Idia? You’re already part of the family now!

[beansnsoup]

“I love you.” “I know.”

Eric Forman x gn!reader

Summary- Halloween is right around the corner, and this year it’s Erics turn to pick costumes.

Warnings- fluff, cheesy romance, fem reader

You sat in the Forman’s basement flipping through the style catalog that Jackie brought over for you to borrow.  You always tried to at least look decent, Jackie would always gripe about your and Donna’s style, but you brushed it off because you knew whatever you wore she would have some kind of opinion on it, you still loved her though.

It was quiet until a scream came from Jackie then a bunch of laughter following after, “Michael!”  You look over towards her to find Kelso taking off a cheap Halloween store mask, Hyde with Elvis shades on with the sideburns attached, and Eric holding a bag with two costumes in it.

“What’s that?” You ask him, nodding your head to the bag, he smirked, “Ours Halloween costumes.”  Oh god, you totally forgot he was in charge of costume planning this year, you did not trust him at all, last year you forced him to be Tommy while you were Carrie.  He pulled the costumes out of the bag and showed you a Han Solo and a Princess Leia Costume, it wasn’t terrible.

“I can work with that,” You turn to Jackie and point at her, “You, my very fashionable friend, will be doing my hair.”  She claps in excitement; you knew you wouldn’t be able to do your hair like Leias by yourself.  Eric jumps over the couch and throws an arm around you, “What are our plans for Halloween anyway?”  Donna asks, you guys obviously weren’t going Trick or Treating, you all knew for a fact the adult would turn you down for being “too old.”

“Dad was thinking about closing down Grooves for a Halloween party

 thing, he’s only letting a certain amount of people in.”  Hyde informed us, we all smiled at each other, now knowing what you all were going to do for Halloween.

-

You, Donna, and Jackie all say in a circle on Donna’s bedroom floor, “You’re not actually going to wear that costume, are you?” Jackie asked you, taking another puff from the join Donna handed to her.  You shrugged, “I actually think it’s really cute, Leia and Han are such a power couple.”  Jackie rolled her eyes in response to yours.  

“What are you and Kelso gonna do?” Donna asked her, she smiled like she was about to blow us away by her idea, “Daphne and Fred.”  You and Donna just looked at each other and laughed, “What’s so funny?”

“Well, they’re like super complicated, and Fred just kind of, I don’t know, is dumb and ignores her, kind of like you and Kelso.”  You tell her, causing Donna to burst out laughing again. Jackie huffed out and got up and walked to the bathroom, you turn to look at Donna who’s now rolling on the floor, “You should look for someone at the party on Halloween.”

She calms down and looks at you, “I don’t know, all of my relationships have been so bad.”  

“Yeah but, you won’t know unless you try, right?”  

-

You were in Erics bathroom, everyone was getting ready together before you all headed to Grooves.  Jackie had already stuck like 20 bobby pins in your hair just for the first bun, she was doing a really good job, better that you could’ve done, so you weren’t complaining.

Donna walked in dressed up as Wonder Woman, “Oh my God, Donna you look hot!” You compliment me her was she laughs, “Stop moving.” Jackie says, she has bobby pins held between her teeth so it’s hard to make out what she said.”

She sticks the last bobby pin in, “There! All done!” Jackie smiles at her work, “This looks awesome, Thanks Jackie.”  You get up from the stool and leave the bathroom as the girls follow behind, all the boys are down in the basement waiting for you guys.  Hyde was wearing the same thing he was wearing earlier in the week, a normal out fit with Elvis sideburn sunglasses.

“Are you guys ready or are we going to sit in the basement all night?”  Donna asks them, they all turn towards you guys while getting up, then everyone walks outside to the car to finally be getting on the way.

You’re all smooshed in the car; Hyde is flooring the gas so the limit of people doesn’t get before you guys.  He pulls in the parking lot of the record store, thankfully there aren’t a lot of cars parked just yet, everyone piles out of the car, Eric puts an arm around you and kisses your cheek, “You look awesome.”  You smile at him, “Thank you babe, just don’t ruin my hair.” You warn him.

He unwraps his arm and puts both of them up to “surrender.”  The store looks great, Angie did a great job, she’s in the corner of the store setting up drinks, she dressed up as Catwoman.  She noticed Hyde and the gang come in and walks up to greet you all, “So? What do think?”  

“It looks great!” You tell her, she smiles at you and kisses your cheek and walks off.  

-

You all got to this party at roughly 9:00, it was no 1 in the morning.  Hyde insisted on staying at the store to help out his siter in cleaning up for the workday, so everyone left without him.  You hopped in the front seat with Eric, sliding close to his side, he dropped everyone off at their places instead of taking them back to his place, you were the only one he took back home.

You both tried to hardest to be quiet when walking into the basement, not wake up his parents, scratch that, wake up Red.  He grabbed you hand once your feet hit the floor, dragging you to the couch, you guys had had a few drinks that night, not too many so Hydes dad wouldn’t go bazerk. 

Eric was still a little tipsy though, now that you thought about it, letting him drive everyone home wasn’t the best idea.  He glided his lips up to yours, bringing you in to a soft kiss, you obviously kissed back, he wasn’t terribly drunk.

After a few minutes of making out you both quietly headed upstairs to his bedroom, you told him no funny business, you were too tired to let anything escalate.  You sat down in front of a mirror you accidently left over at his house last week, taking out all the bunches of bobby pins Jackie put in your hair, it surprisingly stayed up all night.

He didn’t even try to get out of his Han costume, he instead walked over to you, you looked up at him and gave him a peck,

“I love you.”

Eric has alway been my go to for that 70s show boys, and he has like little to no fics, now that 90s show is pretty popular i decided to feed onto that, also how would yall feel about a Nate or Gwen Runck fic?

“I know.”

[blackbloodteeth]

@chickycherrycola Since I eated your words last night :-)

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Grogginess blinks from Maka's eyes before she stretches her arms high above her head, tensing the desk nap out of her neck as she wanders out of her room, slowing a bit when she sees Soul humming to himself over by the oven (cuuuuute). She can't help but lean against the wall quietly as she watches that big ol' grin of his and the way his shark tail sways to some beat she wasn't in on yet – Certainly the sign of mischief being afoot.

Hands behind her back, she actually manages to sneak over to him unnoticed in the… well whatever it was preoccupying him at the counter. Maka really wants to take a peek now that she can smell something tasty wafting over from him, but alas his fairly decent observational skills finally catches up with him and he turns suddenly, face like a startled cat caught committing crimes (say that five times fast).

And of course, Maka's eye immediately falls to the little something in his hand that he was applying frosting to. "Whatcha makin'," she hums ever so innocently.

A laugh rumbles down all the way to the end of the fin on his back now that he catches on to her here. "I'm makin' sushi," he hums ever so innocently.

"…Sushi?"

"Yes – Here, try one." Hesitantly she takes the little sushi he deposits right in her hand until a smile captures her face, ear to ear, when she instantly recognizes the texture of a still-warm pastry that happens to look just like a bed of rice topped with raw fish. Which she shoves directly into her mouth and immediately falls in love with.

"Ohmyhod Shoul –" He's got his arms crossed like some kind of masterful chef as she's almost dancing in place, quickly switching gears as she fishes her phone from her pajama pants' pocket (say that five times fast). Soul almost stumbles aside as she ushers him out of the way, readying her camera while setting the half-eaten pastry down by its brethren. "I am so taking a photo of this."

"You like sushi now?" he chuckles nervously.

Maka furrows her eyebrows at him funny before hopping up to him and pecking him on the cheek, completely missing the absolute drop of surprise on his face and the very noteworthy shade of red it's turning as she's just fussing with the placement of her generously nibbled sushi into frame. "Of course I love it, it's so clever and cute!"

Always the busybody, she gets the photos framed and snapped lickety-split, already writing a gushing review on her social medias (and tagging him mercilessly to boot) until she finally pulls away when a somewhat distracting knocking drumming nearby grounds her back to this reality, her eyebrows furrowing at Soul's tail wagging so furiously it's slamming the counter and the cheek he's holding is so red she can only assume the worst. "Are you okay- Should I not have tagged you everywhere?!"

"Y-You too!" he eventually sputters out like he coughed something up. Has her staring at him like he just had, too.

"Uhhh… thanks?" At the angle she tilts her head she can perfectly see the way he's now holding completely still is the exact thing he does when he tries not to make any new moves and embarrass himself, causing a corner to lift in her mouth and for her shoulders to straighten while she finishes her last post. "Well, I posted them everywhere regardless, because Soul you've got a talent and the world has got to see it the same way I do – They are just so well done, I think you've finally convinced me to eat sushi," Maka laughs with all the innocence in the world.

Soul, of course, finally remembers just to breathe.

[jackgreste]

"Only you get to see this, my beloved."

A Hokuto Hidaka Fic.

A royalty Prince!Hokuto x Princess!Reader fic because I'm so smitten by his new card.

# tags // FLUFF, tooth-rotting fluff, royalty au, soft hokuto, i don't know i just want to write prince hokke, one-shot

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"Your Highness," Tomoya's voice echoed throughout the office, desperately trying to coax Hokuto out of his usual daydreaming stance. This has been happening for atleast a week, and It's starting to concern the light brown haired assistant.

"Your Highness!" Raising his voice, Hokuto finally snapped out of his trance and went back to working on the mountain of paperworks. He groaned, struggling to stay focused.

"Apologies." Hokuto clears his throat, gripping on the pen diligently again. His feet tapping the floor impatiently, a tint of irritation began to rise inside of Tomoya. There's clearly something troubling him, but he refuses to share it as always.

"Pardon my rudeness, Your Highness. But I notice that you haven't been exactly focused on doing your duties. Is something the matter?" Tomoya looked at him with determination, the assistant looked eager to help and listen to all of his Prince's problems as usual.

Hokuto contemplated for a moment, before his face turned a light shade of red. Tomoya held back a chuckle, thinking that the usual cold prince looked cute in a split second there. Tomoya mentally scolded himself for his improper thoughts. "Care to tell me? I assure you my assistance as always."

"... Promise to not laugh?" Tomoya was on the verge of laughing already, seeing how flustered the prince is. But he'd rather not get himself beheaded. "I won't dare to laugh at my dear prince's mind."

"You see... The princess is going to visit." Tomoya's brain clicked with an'oh.'

"So? Your concern is...?" Tomoya kept a polite smile on his face, not wanting to embarrass the foolishly in love prince.

"I haven't prepared anything in advance," his voice came with an urgency. "These clothes are old. I've been working for 4 hours straight, I must've looked... Less decent."

Tomoya stood behind his back, patting his shoulders. "You look as handsome as the day she fell in love with you, my prince!" Hokuto's shoulder slumped, hearing Tomoya's reassurance. "Worry not, Her Highness must be happy to meet you under any circumstances."

"Thanks, Tomoya." Hokuto shoot him a warm smile. Tomoya swore he would actually get on one knees for Hokuto if he was a girl.

So, he waited anxiously. Waiting for his beloved princess' arrival. He always turned into an anxious mess upon meeting her, not wanting to form any mistakes.

"Your Highness, the princess is here!" Hokuto practically bolted outside hearing the announcement. He was grinning ear to ear, running with a speed he didn't know he could achieve.

His heart beats even more, approaching the carriage slowly. He stood in front of it, waiting for her.

As if the sun emerges after the rain, her reckless attitude made her jump straight into his arms. "Hokuto!" She exclaimed, not bothering that they might fall. But of course, Hokuto was strong enough to maintain their stance after such an adorable and hasty greeting.

"H-Hello, darling." He stuttered, which was unlike him who always practiced on how to appear dignified. He was the prince, afterall.

But in front of her, he was just a loverboy.

"We should head inside." He lowered her to the ground, maintaining his reserved nature. She just laughed, wrapping her arms around his. Isn't she clingy today?

Hokuto took her to the palace's greenhouse, a perfect, private spot for the two lovers who needs quality time.

"Pink roses!" She exclaimed, captivated by the beauty of the flora planted all over the area. Hokuto ordered the gardeners to do so a while ago, since he knew it was her favorite. And he wanted to give her a little surprise for her next visit.

"Your favorite, darling." She was admiring the roses, but his eyes was locked on her. His rose.

"How did you know?"

"You also like strawberry parfait, calico cats, and pancake with half tablespoon of maple syrup." He said confidently, listing all of the things she liked.

"You forgot one thing." A smirk appeared on her face, inching closer.

"Ah, really? How careless of me."

"I also really like you."

He held out a laugh at her cute attempt to flirt. She puffed her cheeks, "Hey, what's so funny?!"

He couldn't hold it back anymore, he started to let out a laugh he never did in front of the others. In front of eyes that aren't his beloved's.

She was struck. He rarely ever showed his emotions, and she felt giddy, knowing that she was the one who caused it.

"Don't ever smile again, or laugh."

"Haha.. what, is it weird?"

"No. But others might fall for you like that."

He sat on the railing, taking her hands in his and closing the distance between them. He kissed the back of her knuckles, his lips lingering there longer than it should.

"Only you get to see this, my beloved."

He pulled her into his lap in one swift motion, making her yelp. "Hokuto!"

"So, can this prince demand something only you can give?" His gloved thumb running over her lower lip, his gaze lowered, turning her stomach into a whirlwind.

"You may."

And Hokuto swore, there were more pink roses blooming inside his heart than the ones planted in the garden.

[aeide-thea]

tagged by @aldieb! thx for thinking of me, these little questionnaires are like. a cute little blast from tumblr's more interactive past :)

last song: i was going to have to give a sad little answer here about how i don't listen to music nearly enough anymore (never mind sing) and it's very definitely a reflection of my depression, but then i entirely out of nowhere and very urgently was like 'wait actually i have to listen to gordon lightfoot's "song for a winter's night" right now' so then i dashed off and did that and now that's the answer:

if i could know within my heart that you were lonely too i would be happy just to hold the hands i love on this winter night with you…

favorite color: oof so so many!! colors are so important. the signature one has gotta be a really highlighter-vivid chartreuse (🎾), but i do also really love me a good marigold orange? not to mention vermilion, or ochre, or moss green, or really saturated cobalt, or shades of rust or russet…

last movie/show: shetland bbc, which is a quiet well-acted murder mystery series set in a very beautiful very remote landscape. soothing if you like the british isles and can bear to entertain the fantasy of a decent policeman, at least for an hour or so at a time. also i admit to enjoying douglas henshall's face.

sweet/spicy/savory: all the best things are savory and also spicy! like. the jamaican curried chicken i grew up with. indian curries. malaysian laksa my beloved. can you tell i like curry. :D

relationship status: sidebar but this is such an amatonormative question lol. like why are we societally expected to look at 'relationship' and infer 'romantic.' also it seems like a weird outlier given that all the other qs are low-stakes little softballs abt yr tastes. however. extremely single! sometimes i'm sad about it because i miss sexual intimacy and i'm too shy to pursue that with strangers? but honestly most of the time i'm just as glad, because i don't actually know how to love people romantically without making a whole self-abnegating religion of it, so i'm not really convinced that dating was ever really all that good for me, on the whole…

last thing i googled: i use duckduckgo now, and you should too! :) having said that: 'yoal boat.' which is a very beautiful traditional style of shetland boat—apparently descended from a norwegian model?—that the islanders used to use for fishing, and then for storage draw up onto the land into these little prepared hollows called noosts (they have marinas now), which like. obviously i think is the most charming word imaginable. a cozy little noost for a lovely little boat! 🪺

current obsession(s): yoals aside, i guess the thing that best fits this category is that sometime in the last year or so i turned into Merino Guy??? like. even my boxer briefs are merino now (well, a merino-tencel blend) and like. it's so good, guys. comfy in a startlingly wide range of temps, helps me lessen my contribution to the microplastics problem, somehow even makes for reasonable athletic wear in the right weights and cuts: what's not to like. anyway brb, gotta go print out my 'NOT 🐑ISH ABOUT MERINO' bumper sticker. :D

tag 9 people: oof idk, do this if you'd enjoy it and ignore it if you wouldn't? gonna make like west and pull some names from my activity feed: @e-b-reads, @ghostofasecretary, @leatherbookmark, @nathanielthecurious, @obstinatecondolement, @papavera, @quailfang, @tisiphoness, @youcanthandelthetruth

[starlitangels]

Hello star! For the micro fics, may I suggest Lasko (shocking, I know) and his new listener (with the nickname dear would be lovely, but any is fine) and the keywords flowers, ice cream, turtleneck, handholding, and tower? No pressure at all, but I'd love to see what you do for them <3

*gasp* Morgan? Asking for Lasko? I never would have guessed! /j (affectionate)

Okay, okay. Let me see what I can do. This one kinda got away from me

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"You know, Dahlia in spring isn't as warm as I expected," I remarked. "I mean, it's a helluva lot warmer than Kennedy's spring, but I thought it would be a lot warmer."

Lasko chuckled. "Ye-yeah. I-I-I tend to wear turtlenecks all the way through April. B-but May tends to finally reach d-decent temperatures," he agreed. He took a deep breath, looking around the park. I followed his line of sight.

"Still," I agreed, "the flowers do bloom here a lot earlier than they do in Kennedy since it's warmer. Wanna go look at them?"

"Sure!"

I held a hand out for him. A bright smile appeared on his face as he took it. We walked side-by-side across the open grass to the patch of wildflowers.

"This is nice," Lasko said.

"The weather? Or the date?"

"The, uh... the handholding. Your hands feel really nice."

I grinned. "Perk of being a Water Elemental, I guess. I'm always perfectly moisturized."

He laughed. He had such a nice laugh when he was unwound. When he allowed himself to relax. "I guess that does make sense," he agreed. "Not something I ever thought about, but now that you mention it, it makes a lot of sense."

I chuckled. I wondered if he realized he wasn't stuttering. I wasn't going to bring it up so he didn't get self-conscious and start up again, but it was always sweet when he calmed down from his anxiety to stop stammering.

We reached the patch of wildflowers and both crouched to look at and sniff them. They were small and white, not unlike baby's breath flowers, but not quite. I licked and bit my lower lip before plucking one and turning. I tucked it into Lasko's white-blond curls just above his ear.

Both of his ears, and then his cheeks, turned bright red. He reached up with his free hand and delicately brushed the petals. "O-o-oh," he said. "That-that... that's really cute."

I plucked another wildflower and tucked it above my own ear. "There we go. We match," I said.

"A-actually, not quite," he replied. Biting his lower lip, he reached out and carefully, gently switched which ear was holding the flower stem. "Th-there. Now they're on the same side so we match."

I grinned and brought his hand that I was still holding up to my lips and pressed a kiss to it. Serving only to deepen the shade of red under his skin. "Thank you," I said with a smile. He stammered something I don't think either of us could quite make out, looking away from me.

I bent my finger and gently pressed it under his chin, tugging his face to look back at me. His blue-grey eyes flicked frantically.

"Ice cream?" I asked.

"Y-ye-yeah! L-let's do that. Ice—ice cream sounds great."

Still feeling daring, I pecked a kiss to the tip of his nose before standing up. "Let's go, then," I said.

He popped to his feet. "O-okay."

I let go of his hand to put my arm around him. "Is this okay?"

"M-more than okay," he replied.

I smiled and led him back across the open green space. We avoided the playground—shaped like a medieval castle with about six children all screaming up on the highest tower—so we wouldn't stumble over any small children underfoot and made it back to my car.

"Th... thank you, dear," Lasko said quietly as I got his door for him. "Is... is it okay if I call you that?"

I grinned. "Of course."

"Th... thank you. For... for this date. I'm having a really good time."

"Me too, Lasko. Me too." I kissed his cheek before circling the car to get in the driver's seat.

[starship-squidlet]

What, me, actually finishing a piece of art for New Music???

Katherine, Cora, and Elaine in the 50s AU!!!

Katherine is in pink, @the-cowbi ‘s Cora is in yellow, and my Elaine is in green!

Yes, I know their skirts should really be longer, but the ad I used for reference was from the late 50s so the skirts were a lil shorter.

I started this drawing before I even started writing the 50s AU, and it’s taken me until now to finish it 😅 oops! But I’m still super proud of how it turned out—I just don’t want to talk about the faces. Or shading. Or whatever is going on with Katherine’s face aofena;oewinaw I give up.

50s AU tag list: @the-cowbi @fifty-for-the-racer @i-am-a-wizard @xbanner-carriedx @aggressive-bucky-barnes-stan (ask to be added/removed!)

Made in procreate.

[taeem]

maggot brain | san & wooyoung x fem!reader

summary: you and your boyfriend san decide to experiment with your new neighbor

↳ warnings : dom!san, sub!wooyoung, drunk/high sex, slight age gap, creampies, anal, penetrative sex, unprotected sex lol

You and San had moved into your apartment complex a few weeks ago. It wasn't the best but it was decent enough to live peacefully, "Did you see the way the landlady stared at me?" You chuckled while unlocking the apartment door,  San shook his head with amusement.

"Maybe she thought you were insanely beautiful."

"Or insanely high." You countered as you tossed your bag on the table, you both shared a cozy apartment. There was a reasonable amount of space, one bedroom and a window seal that overlooked a few of your neighbors balconies. 

You collapsed onto your bed before looking up at San who was leaning against the rooms door frame, a mischievous smirk danced across his lips and his eyebrow cocked, you followed the direction of his eyes to see the little baggy he was shaking in the air. 

"Hongjoong supplied me." He said as he plopped down next to you, grinning like a cat. Experimenting with drugs was nothing new to you or San as you guys often got faded together and had incredible sex or simply stayed up past midnight chatting away about everything.

"What is it?" You asked, a soft smile spread on your face as your eyes reflected into his. 

"Ketamine."

Your eyebrows raised, "what does it do?"

"Make it feel like everything is going in slow motion."

"Okay.. let's try it."

Slow is how everything truly felt as you laid sprawled across the red sheets on your bed, San was equally as naked, resting the back of his head on your stomach. He was breathing in the same rhythmn as your soft abdomen and staring blankly at the ceiling, "Y/n."

"Hm?" You mewled as you dragged your fingers slowly through his faded pink hair.

"What is your ultimate fantasy?"

You laid there silently for a second,  letting the question completely sink in.

"Sex wise?"

"Yeah."

You shifted your eyes from his shaded face and to the ceiling

"To have sex with another guy and you." The words left your mouth so casually as he turned to face you, "sex with another guy.. " his eyes traced out all of your features,  "and me." 

You remained silent, lining your eyes up with his and smiling.

"That's my dream too" he began to chuckle. "One with dark hair, real pretty" you mumbled.

"Or maybe blonde" he added,  now completely facing you with clouded eyes.

"Oh? you like blondes?" you snickered as a cheesy smile spread across his face.

Little did you both know that your own mutual fantasy was living in the same building.

-

San was playfully shoving you as you guys stumbled towards your neighborhoods wall of mailboxes. Both of your laughter came to a halt as y'all approached a boy whose hair was black at the top but blonde at the bottom. He was twisting his key into his own mailbox as you and San shared a telling glance, already knowing what the other was thinking. You pushed him foward, silently laughing at how he tried to open the mail box in a cool fashion. "Hello" San said as you slid beside him in a lazy attempt to see your neighbors face more clearly. "Hii" his voice was sweet and almost sing songy, you and San could barely hide the giddy smiles that stretched across your faces as he greeted you both.

"Are you the new neighbor?" You asked,  already knowing the answer, he nodded lightly "Yes, i just moved in actually." A halfhearted "cool" left Sans mouth as you leaned against him

"What's your name?"

"It's Wooyoung, and you guys are..?"

"Oh i'm y/n and this is my boyfriend San" you answered swiftly, watching as Wooyoung looked between the two of you with a straight smile, a small dimple appearing next to his lips. "Alright well y/n, San, " the dark haired boy briskly excused himself with a promising "I'll see you guys around." You both waited for him to vanish behind the corner before speaking.

"He was cute" you chuckled, San humming in response as he tapped the loose mail against his hand before shutting and locking the mailbox.

-

You and San rested against your open window seal, you had your head leaning against his thigh with your eyes closed,  taking in the sound of outside as he quietly skimmed through a comic book. You both enjoyed silent moments like this, peacefully becoming one with everything around you.

click

The sound of a lighter caught Sans attention, he glanced up at the balcony next to y'alls to see a smoking Wooyoung. 

"Hi~" he gleamed, letting the cigarette rest between his two fingers as he leaned against his balcony railing. "Hello" you hummed, feeling a jolt in your stomach as you made eye contact with the beautiful boy. "How are you guys?" he asked, taking another drag from the cigarette.

"Good" San replied, placing his book into his lap.

"Do you wanna hang out later?" you asked boldly, a wave of relief and excitement washed over you when he nodded gently.

"Yeah that'd be cool, where do you want to go?"

You perked up "We can go eat something."

"Yeah?" he flicked the cigarette bud into a bush and smiled before placing both his hands in the pockets of his (really cool) racer jacket. "I'll meet you guys around 6?" You both looked at each other for approval before nodding sheepishly.

-

"So do you live alone?" you asked, as you took a sip of your coca cola.

The three of you were sitting at a table together eating chinese food and asking questions about Wooyoungs personal life.

"Yes, moving here was actually super last minute since i recently got into a argument with my parents."

"Oh?," Sans eyebrows raised as he chewed a mouthful of rice, "how come."

You both watched as the sweet boy looked to the side, suddenly embarrassed.

"They found out about my bisexuality and refused to accept it." Those words made your blood immediately boil, "screw them."

San mirrored your energy, "you're always welcome with us, we don't judge." You both tapped your glasses together, drinking to Sans statement which amused Wooyoung. "How old are you guys?" his eyes shifted from San to you, "20, San is 22."

The pink haired boy leaned back in his seat "and you?"

Wooyoung smiled bashfully, practically hiding behind his own bangs, "18..."

"Oh you're a baby." You teased, causing the younger boy to groan out of embarrassment as San smirked, finding his duality attractive.

"Have you dabbled with any drugs yet?" he asked flatly, eyes glued on the boy as he took a sip from his glass. "Something like that" he mumbled, feeling the butterflies in his stomach begin to grow as you and San glanced at each other knowingly. "Would you like to come back to our place and try out a pill or two?"

Wooyoung swallowed the nervous lump in his throat, he could feel his hands beginning to turn clammy and oddly enough, a wave of arousal was stirring deep in his stomach from your question. Trying to keep a cool composure he smirked lightly "I thought you'd never ask." 

The three of you laughed together at his cheeky response before asking for the bill.

-

The walk back to you and Sans place was lively and even though you both only met the boy a day or so ago. It felt like the three of you had been best friends for awhile. 

"I'm warning you now, San can hardly hold his liquor." You snickered as you watched your pink haired lover struggle to get the key into the door. "Shut up" he whined, finally opening the door and stumbling in as you and Wooyoung followed behind him. You had your arm around the dizzy boys shoulder, randomly noticing that you were a inch or two taller than him as he leaned his weight against you.

"Welcome to our beautiful kingdom" San murmered, disappearing into the bathroom as you and Wooyoung fell back first onto the bed, you watched the younger boy sit up and look around with basic curiosity. "You guys have a really nice room" he slurred, continuing to talk but you weren't listening, only watching as his pretty lips moved, the only thing running through your mind was how bad you wanted to kiss him.

"I hope you guys weren't bored without me" San entered the room again, a new small baggy in his hand, 5 transparent pills filled with white powder tinkered around as he laid next to Wooyoung. Using his elbow as support, the cat eyed boy looked at the two of you with a small smirk.

"What is it?" Wooyoung asked softly.

"Molly, " San replied, "have you ever tried it?"

He shook his head slowly as both you and San grinned,

"We'll be like.. your first"

"Everything" you finished his sentence,  "this will be a night you won't forget."

The words left your mouth like butter and landed right in Wooyoung's jeans as his body shivered at the thought of what those words implied.

You slid off the bed to connect your phone to your speaker, maggot brain by the Funkedalics began to play lowly in the background as San pulled a pill out for each of you.

"Say ah" San whispered lowly as he held the pill over Wooyoungs mouth, you both watched as he shyly parted his lips exposing his perfectly pink tongue, holding his position as he waited patiently for San to drop the pill. Which he did and followed behind it with his lips, you watched feverishly as Wooyoung succumbed to the kiss, god was it a sight to see.

The way San's lips glided against his made you squeeze your legs with excitement. Watching as he pulled away slowly, his eyes were completely clouded and deeply focused on Wooyoung.

"Swallow it for me."

You loved this dominant side of San, the way it made his voice husky and demanding. Wooyoungs swallowed the pill submissively as the tent in his jeans ached. His mouth felt watery and his breathe was heavy, as he was already craving to feel San's tongue against his again.

"Here baby." The pink haired boy handed you your own pill, which you placed on your tongue immediately and leaned in eager for the same treatment. Which he didn't hesitate to give, his lips crashed against yours. The kiss was sloppy and rough, letting the pill slide down your throat as you bit down on his bottom lip and dragged it out.

"Fuck" Wooyoung moaned under his breath,  completely hard from watching.

You chuckled, "it's gonna kick in soon so brace yourself." San nodded as he started undressing, smirking at how entranced the two of you were with his body. He leaned down and scooped up Wooyoung, placing him at the top of the bed before leaning down and leaving another peck on his lips.

"You are so pretty, you know that right." Wooyoung could only stare breathlessly, completely engulfed in how tender San's words felt in the moment.

"Help me undress him" San commanded as he started to unbutton Wooyoung's black dress shirt, you didn't need to say a word and followed suit. Unzipping his jeans and tugging them down his legs, ignoring how wet his neglected bulge was making you.

"ah- San" Wooyoung whimpered, his back arching with every kiss San placed on his skin, "I think he's starting to feel it." San teased before sinking his teeth into Woo's sensitive tan shoulder causing him to cry out.

His eyes were watery and filled with so much need as he trailed his hand down his own stomach, the sensation was unexplainable; he felt like he was melting into himself as he lazily palmed his leaking dick through his grey boxers, a large wet stain had already formed where his tip pressed up against. You watched with lustful eyes, seeing him like this just made you want to devour him whole, how could someone be so beautiful yet so erotic?

You thought to yourself as you slid your dress off and unhooked your bra, letting the articles of clothing fall to the floor before crawling up the bed to the boys and running your hand sensually up San's back to gain his attention.

You could tell that the Molly had completely settled in for the both of you by the way he cupped your cheek and the longer you stared at his skin you began to notice it was vibrating and the drawn out cords playing in the background began to distort, slowing down and speeding up. "I love you so much" you murmered,  hovering only inches away from his face, you were breathing in each other, mouths both hung open and desperate to connect.

"I love you more baby." His hand found its way to your neck and he gave it a squeeze,  just enough for you to feel light headed,  weak. You were so vulnerable under his touch, "Lets show our little Prince how intense our love is."

You nodded mindlessly before he lifted his grasp from your throat and traced his thumb down Woo's lower stomach, stopping at his boxer band. "Have you took it up the ass yet, hm?" San asked while tugging the tight fabric down his golden legs, watching as his pretty dick slapped against his own stomach. Wooyoung nodded his head weakly, he was completely faded and couldn't feel anything besides the buzzing of arousal and the thumping of his heartbeat.

"You think you can take me?" San asked softly, running his hand over the boys ass cheek as his other hand steadily stroked himself.

"I think he could take every inch" you instigated before laying on the right side of Wooyoung, knowing full well how big San's dick could get and how much of a challenge it had been for you.

Staring directly into his dilated pupils you hummed a condescending "right?" and he nodded dumbly, liking the way you both were talking about him as if he wasn't there.

"Yes.. please, use me" he reached out and grabbed your left hand, placing it shamelessly on his leaking dick, "touch me..please." He begged, hardly able get the words out, desperate for any kind of friction. "Don't cry baby, we're gonna make you feel so good." You cooed, unable to deny how turned on you were right now.

A river basically flowing in between your legs as you began to stroke him at a even pace, loving how each tug caused a different part of him to shake with pleasure. Your eyes shifted up to San who was watching hungrily, licking his lips as he hovered over the squirming Wooyoung.

Silently he ran his slender fingers over Woo's soft lips, groaning breathlessly at how he knew to open his mouth. Woo's shaky eyes were glued on San's as he started to suck on all of his fingers. "You're so sweet" San hissed, his dick twitching at every twist and twirl the dark haired boy had did with his tongue before deciding they were wet enough. Pulling his fingers out as a string of saliva stretched as thin as it could until it broke.

"Turn over" San commanded, his pink hair hiding the satisfied look in his eyes at how quickly Woo followed directions. You continued to whisper praises and compliments in his ear as you stroked him. Watching as San pressed two soaked fingers into Wooyoung's warmth. Causing the overstimulated boy to arch his back at the sudden sensation of fullness.

A choked cry leaving his swollen lips, followed by an unexpected orgasm that shot right through him like a bullet, his hot cum spurting right into your hand.

"Wow" You watched in awe at the way his dick pulsated as you continuing to milk him, he let out several jumbled "I'm sorry's." Ashamed of the mess he made as the cum leaked down your fingers and onto the maroon blanket.

San on the other hand was so amused,  he leaned up and pressed soft kisses on the boys ears and tear stained cheeks "It's okay baby, just don't tap out on me alright? we just got started." His voice was comforting and seductive as he looked over at you with hooded eyes. You knew that you both were about to give him the best fuck of his lifetime.

San turned him to the side as you pressed your back up against the whimpering boys chest, lifting your leg just enough so that you could line his sore length up with your soaked pussy. "You just came and you're already hard again?" you teased, grinding against his overly sensitive tip, giving him just enough to taste but not enough to get off to.

Wooyoung's head was so empty at this point and each movement was out of complete desperation as he brought one of his hands up to your breast, groping it roughly and rutted his sticky dick between your inner thighs.

"Are you ready for this" San growled, stroking his slicked up dick with Woo's saliva before pressing it against the boys warm entrance. Wooyoung didn't have a chance to respond before San slammed himself completely into him, sending a shock wave of pain through Woo's exhausted body.

This chain reaction forced him to shove the entirety of his length into you, "F-fuck" you cried out as Wooyoung sunk his teeth right into your shoulder, unable to control the way his hips were slapping against you. He was completely lost in the pain and the pleasure, unaware of how hard his nails were now digging into your hip as you were sure it'd draw blood.

"You're so tight. " San groaned into Wooyoung's neck as he chased the high that was building up in his stomach, "It's okay if i come inside of you right." San asked shakily,  not really looking for a answer as he plunged into him one last time. His hips stuttered as he groaned with each spurt of cum that spilled into Wooyoung. The feeling of his abused walks being coated was enough to push Woo over the edge as he buried his face deep into your back, his entire body practically curling up as he came hard inside of you. You bit down on your lip hard, as you could feel him pulsating against your walls and filling you to the brim. Your eyes rolled back with ecstasy as the knot in your stomach finally came undone and all you could see was that hot white flash of climax.

Wooyoung was reduced to nothing but numb, mindless, sex high humping as he grinded the last bit of cum into you before falling flat. Your muscles were weak and tired but the three of you could still feel your skin vibrating with heat and love. "You did so good" San whispered as he patted Wooyoungs sticky hair and leaned over kissing you sweetly.

You could only smile in response as the high began to wear off and Wooyoung had already slipped into sleep. You and San quietly worked together to clean him and yourselves up before cuddling up against him and going to sleep.

[talesofesther]

Sick days

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Nat wakes up sick and you end up taking care of her.

Requested by anon: May I request a Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Avenger reader where they have crushes on each other but are both equally scaredy cats to confess their love for each other. Then one day, Natasha gets a bad case of the flu, and reader hating to see Natasha so frail and sick, volunteers to take care of her. And the Red head is actually very clingy of the comfort she’s receiving from reader, maybe due to the delirium from the flu. Then Natasha accidentally lets it slip she has feelings for her and reader also confesses too and just CUDDLING AT THE END AND FLUFFY ENDING!!

A/N: I think I may have made it a bit different from the request? Also, I think this is not one of my best works, but it was all I was able to write down for this one, it's cute tho. I do hope you like it anyway <3.

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As soon as Natasha woke up in the morning she knew there was something wrong with her. Even under the covers, she was feeling unusually cold. She felt tired and drained, despite having a decent night of sleep. Her body felt too heavy as she got up from the bed.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and made her way to the bathroom and straight to the shower, hoping the warm water would chase away whatever was bothering her. She was almost sure it would not.

The scent of freshly made coffee was quick to envelop the whole kitchen. You hummed contently, enjoying the warm morning sunlight coming through the windows of the Compound. You hugged your fluffy hoodie close to your body when the cold winter wind passed through the kitchen.

You started pouring coffee into your mug, grabbing an extra one when you heard someone sitting on the stool by the island. You turned around with both cups in hand and a welcoming smile.

"Good mor.. ning, Nat?" Your voice and smile faltered halfway through your greeting, a worried frown settling in when your eyes found Natasha. She was hunched over the counter with her head leaning against one of her hands. Her usually flawless posture was nowhere to be seen. The first thing you noticed was her red nose, then her skin a couple shades paler, and her droopy eyes with an exhausted look on them.

"Are you okay?" You asked as you placed the warm mug in front of her, which she was quick to close her hands around.

She cleared her throat with difficulty, coughing once. "I'm fine." Her deeply husky voice betrayed her statement.

You raised your eyebrow, knowing she was definitely not fine. Before you could answer though, Tony walked in, munching on a donut.

"Wow, you look awful." He chuckled at Natasha, who sent him a death glare.

You smacked his arm when he came to stand beside you, silently scolding him.

"What? it's true. I told her it was a bad idea to come back with that pouring rain." He mumbled, for only you to hear.

You could tell Natasha heard him as well when you saw her rolling her eyes. She could be endearing sometimes. A small smile came to your lips, moving your gaze away from her again.

"Okay, I don't want whatever you have." Tony pointed towards Natasha, and then towards you. "Are you free?"

You opened your mouth but Natasha beat you to it. "What? No, I'm going."

"No can do, I don't fancy getting sick and you should probably rest or something." Tony said with a mouthful of the last bit of his donut.

Natasha huffed, ready to object, but a coughing fit prevented her from doing so.

Your heart clenched for her. She didn't look good at all. "I think I'm gonna stay as well, and make sure she doesn't do anything stupid."

"I heard that." Natasha managed to utter out with a strained voice.

"Fine, I'll take Steve." Tony didn't sound enthusiastic as he waved goodbye and made his way outside.

Natasha groaned and ran her hands through her hair when her coughing died down, mumbling something in Russian under her breath. She didn't know if her body felt hot or cold. Her throat started to hurt.

You bit your lip to suppress a grin. Walking towards her, you leaned on the counter beside her, watching as the jet prepared to leave outside. "Come on, it was just a recon mission, nothing exciting." You bumped your shoulder on hers.

Natasha felt goosebumps on her skin, she blamed it on the cold weather. "I hate being sick." She could feel her stuffy nose and grimaced at the feeling.

"I'd keep my distance if I were you." She gave you a half-hearted smile, her weary eyes glancing at you.

"Let's worry about you first." You stated timidly. Reaching a hand out, you pulled the coffee mug away from Nat's hands. "And that means, tea instead of coffee."

Turns out Natasha could be pretty stubborn when she was sick, after a couple of minutes of lighthearted arguing, you convinced her to head to the couch and wait for you. You'd never admit how much you felt like kissing her pout.

You've been dancing around your feelings for her for a while. Just like she was. None of you had mustered the courage to say anything though.

You made quick work of preparing tea with honey for her, in hopes to ease her scratching throat. Once you reached the living room, you placed the tea on the coffee table and told her to drink it slowly.

Natasha only nodded, curling in on herself as a shiver ran through her body.

You frowned, worrying about what she wasn't telling you. You sat beside her and raised a hand to her forehead, which felt hot under your touch.

Gentle fingers touched her head and then moved down to cup her cheek, Natasha melted under your touch. Any once of hesitance dulled away by her miserable state and sudden want for comfort.

You discovered Natasha could also be quite clingy on her sick days. A natural smile came to you when you felt her leaning against your hand. A tint of selfishness built up on your chest at the thought that you quite liked this side of her.

"I think you have a bit of a fever. Are you cold?" You asked softly so as to not disturb the sudden peace.

Natasha only hummed, her eyes closed. She protested when you got up to grab a blanket.

You came back with your most comfortable blanket, a water bottle, and a pill in hand. You tucked Natasha under the blanket and she gladly let you, welcoming the new warmth.

"Here, take this, should help with the fever." You extended the pill to her, brushing away strands of hair that had fallen on her eyes and she hadn't bothered to tie back.

Her angry face was not so effective when she had a fluffy blanket around her body and her nose and cheeks were redder than normal. She took the pill anyway, reaching for the TV remote and turning on a random reality show.

Setting down the water, Natasha grabbed the tea mug and took a short sip. A pleased hum escaped her mouth at the taste of honey. "Sit down with me?"

You chuckled nervously before agreeing, dimming down the lights in the room before making yourself comfortable beside Natasha. The atmosphere in the Compound has never been this cozy, most people were out, it was practically only you and Natasha here. The not-so-loud sound of the TV in the background gave you something to pretend to focus on.

Natasha lifted the blanket for you to crawl under. You bit the inside of your cheek as you moved towards her, very aware of her body flush against yours.

"Thank you." Her husky voice was pleasantly close to you.

She started coughing right after, you gently took the mug from her hands before she spilled tea everywhere. You caressed her back until the coughing stopped.

"You'll get better in no time." You threaded your fingers through her red locks in an attempt to ease the discomfort.

An exhausted sigh left Natasha's lips, she could feel her body complaining in pain. Without thinking much, she leaned back against you, dropping her weight to your arms as her back was almost fully resting on your front.

She grasped one of your hands and started mindlessly playing with your fingers on her lap. She didn't notice the slight tension on you, your body staying still behind her.

After a couple of seconds, your hammering heart started to settle. You brought your other hand around her waist, pulling her body more firmly to yours.

"Hm, I could stay like this forever." Natasha mumbled half asleep. Her eyes started to drop close when the tiredness caught up to her.

You kissed the top of her head, smiling to yourself. "Yeah, me too." Your words were so quiet you wondered if she heard them.

A minute passed and you had your answer. Natasha lazily turned on your arms, her hazy eyes felt hypnotic as she looked at you with a different kind of intensity.

She licked her lips, seemingly deep in thought. Her eyes moved down to your lips and her hand came up to your jaw. She kissed you lightly, barely brushing her lips to yours. A shy gesture that came from clouded desires.

You returned the kiss, pulling her by the waist.

She didn't say anything when she parted, only nuzzled her head on your neck and dove into a much-needed sleep. You held her until she woke up.

And the rest of the team had a field day when they found you and Natasha curled up together on the couch.

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[witchyyflowers]

Eddie & s/o at Rocky Horror

Headcanons for Eddie and his s/o attending a Rocky Horror showing together!

pairing. Eddie Munson x f!reader

tags. Henderson reader, established relationship, getting ready together, all the fluff, pretty much stupid young adults in love

an. Okay this is my first post literally ever on here but Eddie has given me so many ideas for writing that I had to actually put down some headcanons so apologies if this is a little rough but any feedback is so appreciated!

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . 

First thing’s first, Eddie Munson’s jaw literally hit the floor when he saw you through his window dressed up as Janet for halloween one year when you went to pick up Max for trick or treating.

This also definitely did not prompt him to fling open the door and yell across the road “I’ll be damned, Janet! Not quite what I expected to see you as this year” giving a small shrug and blocking out the golden evening sun with your hand you just say “Well the garters and corset would’ve had my mom’s head spinning so I went with what was left.”

I mean you didn’t know Eddie at the time but you knew of him because of school and of course if there’s anyone who would understand your costume it would be the one kid known for his weird interests so you appreciate him already for simply noticing and having the courage to compliment you when no one else will be able to

Max finally runs out to your car and sending a polite smile over your shoulder aimed at Eddie you slip back in the driver's seat

He just stands there for a second in complete shock that somebody who everybody at school generally knows, who has normal friends, is a good student, hell you’re in Hawkins High student government, could be found at a risqué midnight showing of Rocky Horror

However you two finally going to a showing together doesn’t happen until a decent bit into your relationship

Because let’s be honest, there isn’t a theater within a 20 mile radius of Hawkins that has showings or even knows what Rocky Horror is

“What do you think Eddie should we dress up? The past few times a lot of people ha-”

“OH MY GOD YES”

It was an unsaid fact that Eddie was going as Frank N Furter

BECAUSE COME ON PEOPLE THE HAIR!!! THE HAIR!!!

After a few trips to the craft store and borrowing a pair of your mom’s pearls (plus a very thrilling trip to the adult store for corsets) the outfits are ready to be put together

Which cues getting ready together in Eddie’s slightly cramped bathroom oh my g o d

You finally feel comfortable enough to go in full Rose Tint My World glamor much to Eddie’s delight

You sit on the counter while Eddie stands between your legs while you do his eyeliner, your focused face makes an appearance which in turn makes Eddie’s heart flutter simply because you look so cute but he can also tell you really want to make him look fantastic

Also helping him put on the brightest shade of red lipstick you have seen in your life you can’t help but laugh a little while he stands there smiling at you

Eddie finally looking at himself in the mirror, “Now this is some metal shit, babe!”

You help each other make sure those corsets are on tight and not going anywhere which leaves you both flushed

Once you’re both ready you can finally see each other in full get up and both of you are just in utter awe of each other

Because screw social norms, screw the town of Hawkins, you two are dressed to perfection and the excited energy is palpable!

He can’t help but just grab your face and start peppering kisses all over

“Ed stop it! You’re gonna leave that lipstick all over me!” you laugh out

“I am so glad that we’re doing this together” with complete puppy eyes

Once you get to the theater the night just gets better. On your guys’ way in people stop you multiple times just to give you compliments, somebody walking around with a polaroid asks to take a photo of you two which you happily strike a stupid pose for. Kind enough to take an extra photo to hold on to Eddie takes it proudly stating it’ll go straight on the fridge

During the show rice is tossed, you and Eddie end up having to share a newspaper to cover your heads making you consistently steal glances at each other. Eddie also whips out his lighter that he has somehow magically secured in his corset so he can shine it during frankenstein’s palace

By the end of the night you two can barely speak from all the singing and cheering, drunk on pure happiness from being able to be as weird and crazy as you want without a side glare from your peers

Walking out with his arm around your shoulders and your arm around his waist, grins spread across your face while talking about which moments were your favorite

“Alright Munson if we get a flat tire promise me you won’t pull over or follow any motorcycles okay?”

“Mmm, no promises princess”

[cobrakaisb]

5 times robby fell in love with you + 1 time he actually said it

requested: no

a/n: hey besties it’s been a hot minute! i promise that part two of modern day romeo and juliet is in the works but here is a little robby imagine because i have been in my robby feels lately. :)

summary: read the title besties :) you and robby are already dating in this imagine. 

word count: 1832

one: wheel training

“i don’t know about this mr. larusso,” you mumble as you take your sweatshirt off to climb into the pond. robby was already in there, shivering from the coolness of the water. “you’ll be fine y/n,” mr. larusso says encouragingly. you nod, slowly entering the shallow pond with robby’s help. together the two of you approach the wheel in the middle, each of you on your respective sides. “okay now climb on,” mr. larusso instructs, and you look nervously at robby, who just nods. together the two of you climb onto the wheel.

after countless tries and many failed attempts the two of you were able to perform the technique semi-decently. “we did it!” you shout as you come up from the water. robby and mr. larusso laugh at your excitement. you splash some water up in the air, laughing as the droplets hit your skin on the way down. robby looks at you adoringly, a smile on his face. “alright you two, that’s enough for today. i’ll see you tomorrow,” mr. larusso says, smiling at the two of you as he walks towards the house. 

once he’s inside the house, robby wades through the water to you. “we did it robby!” you cheer, throwing your arms around his shoulders, a proud smile on your face. “yes we did baby,” he answers, resting his forehead against yours. “just imagine us doing that in a fight! we’d be unstoppable!” you exclaim and robby just nods his head. he wasn’t really paying attention to what you were saying, instead he was thinking about how happy you made him and how contagious your smile was.    

two: during the mall fight

“get behind me,” you instruct demetri, pushing the tall boy behind you, while sam took care of the others. “back off,” sam tells hawk, and you nod your head, getting into your fighting stance. hawk scoffs at the three of you. “i don’t want to have to hit a girl,” he says, looking between you and sam. now it was your turn to scoff. “funny how you think you’d even stand a chance against us,” you say confidently. now robby was beside you, the three of you covering demetri.

“five against four. more like three and a half,” hawk remarks, nodding towards his friends, signaling the start of the fight. you were fighting off two boys in the back while robby was fighting off two of them in the front. sam was taking care of some boy towards the middle of the group, while demetri just stood in the center, not fighting anyone. slowly, one by one, you and your friends had taken down the cobra kais, well all of them except for hawk. 

you look over your shoulder to see hawk charging towards you robby, who was cornered up against a table. you knew that robby could handle himself, but a wave of protectiveness washed over you. the next thing you know, hawk was lying on the floor of the food court while you stood in front of robby. everyone ohed at the sight of hawk lying on the ground, but you didn’t pay them any mind. you turn to face robby, grabbing his face in your hands. “are you alright?” you ask, looking over him worriedly. robby chuckled at you, pulling you into a tight hug. “i’m fine baby, thank you,” he answers with nothing but admiration in his voice as he kisses your forehead.  

three: he catches you singing

robby jogs up the stairs to your room. today the two of you were taking a break from karate and planning on watching a movie together. robby knocks on the door, but there was no answer. he cracks the door open and sees you jumping around your room. you were wearing one of his shirts and a pair of shorts, your hair brush in your hand, as you belted out the lyrics to teenage dirtbag. “oh yeah! dirtbag!” you sing along with zayn malik. robby smiles as he watches you sing and dance around the room. 

now you were standing in front of your mirror, pointing to yourself as you sang, completely engrossed in the song. at one point you tilt your head back, really getting into it. robby continues to watch you sing the song, a loving smile on his face the entire time. he only makes himself known when he claps his hands once the song ends. you freeze, turning towards the door where your boyfriend is clapping. a blush immediately coats your cheeks, as you throw your hairbrush on your bed. 

“i didn’t take you as a singer y/n,” robby points out, stepping into your room. your blush turns an even deeper shade of red as you look away from his hazel eyes. robby closes the distance between the two of you, placing a loving kiss on your lips. “i thought it was cute,” robby confesses once you seperate. “especially since you’re wearing my shirt,” he continues, a giggle escaping your mouth. “stop being cheesy,” you say, pushing him away from you. “but you love it,” he remarks, sitting down on your bed. you roll your eyes, “i guess.”    

four: your date at the roller rink

it was 80s night at the roller rink, and you and robby were long overdue for a date night. you and robby decided to go as people from the outsiders. robby as a soc and you as a greaser. “an enemies to lovers typa beat,” you explain, fixing his jacket. robby just nods along, too busy admiring you in your ripped jeans and leather jacket. 

“i’ll go get the skates. wait here,” robby says, kissing your cheek as he walks towards the rental counter. shortly after, robby comes back with two pairs of skates. “thanks robby,” you say, placing a chaste kiss on his lips as he sits down on the bench next to you. “okay ready?” robby asks, and you nod, grabbing his hand as the two of you head over to the roller rink. 

together you skate leisurely around the rink. laughing and singing along to the 80s songs that the dj is playing. while the two of you are skating hand in hand when the song i would die 4 u by prince comes on. “oh my gosh! i love this song!” you cheer, excitement all over your face. robby chuckled at your words, “i know. i may have put in a request with the dj.” you smile so big when robby said that. “you’re the best robby,” you say, and robby could tell that your words were genuine. robby just smiled at you, listening to you sing along with prince.       

five: midnight baking session

you couldn’t sleep. it was 12:00 at night, and you could not fall asleep. robby on the other hand, was fast asleep. well you thought he was fast asleep when you left your room to go to the kitchen. it turns out that robby wasn’t asleep because he was now standing in the kitchen, watching as you grabbed different ingredients. “what are you doing y/n? it’s twelve am,” robby asks, a tired yawn escaping him. “i couldn’t sleep so i decided to make some brownies. want to help?” you ask him, and you're practically begging him with your eyes to say yes. “why not,” robby mumbles, joining you. 

“yes! okay so can you go get the medium saucepan? it’s in that cabinet over there,” you instruct, pointing towards the cabinet. robby nods tiredly and gets you the pan, wrapping his arms around your waist once he brings it to you. “tired?” you ask him, measuring out the flour. “just a bit,” robby replies, resting his head on your shoulder, kissing your neck. you giggle, moving your head away from him. “stop that tickles,” you say, looking at the snoop dogg cookbook. 

about forty minutes later, you and robby are sitting on the couch watching friends and eating brownie sundaes. “these brownies are so good,” robby says, basically moaning at the taste. “yeah babe? do you like them?” you ask, cuddled up to his side. robby nods vigorously. “they are so good. you better make these more often,” he says, looking at you. “i will,” you promise and robby nods gratefully. the two of you continue to watch the show and eat your ice cream.

“hey i’m done. do you want me to put your bowl in the sink?” robby asks, sitting up from his spot on the couch. “yes please,” you respond, handing him the empty bowl. robby takes it from you, but not before placing a kiss on your cheek. “what was that for?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “you had some chocolate there, and maybe i just wanted to kiss you,” robby replies and a huge smile encompasses your face. 

it was now three am and george lopez was playing. you were asleep on robby’s chest, while he was watching the show. “i love you robby,” you mumble tiredly, cuddling into his chest more. robby tenses at your words, but he smiles and places a kiss on your forehead, quietly repeating the phrase back to you.    

one: when you visit him in jail

you sat down at the table, waiting for robby to come out. you were fidgeting with the tupperware of brownies you brought for him. even though you had come to visit robby multiple times, you always got nervous waiting for him. the door opened and teenage boys were walking into the room. your eyes immediately searching for robby. he saw you right away, and walked over to your table.

“hi robby,” you say quietly once he sits down. robby gives you a small smile, “hi baby.” it was quiet for a minute, but you quickly broke the silence by shoving the tupperware container towards him. “i made you brownies. the snoop dogg ones because they’re your favorite,” you explain and robby smiles widely at you, grabbing your hand that was resting on the table. 

“thanks. i’ll eat them as soon as i can,” he says truthfully. “are you okay? they haven’t been bugging you have they?” you ask him quietly, looking over his face for any bruises or cuts. robby chuckles at how worried you are. “i’m fine y/n, i promise. you don’t need to worry about me,” robby says and you roll your eyes at him. “i worry because i care and because i love you,” you answer, casually slipping that three word phrase in there. robby sits there in shock for a minute before an even bigger smile takes over his face. “i love you too y/n,” he says, squeezing your hand. a smile as big as robby’s takes over your face too. 

“so what’s been going on?” robby asks and you immediately jump into a ramble about the newest book that you’ve been reading. meanwhile, robby just smiles, proud of himself for finally telling you how he feels. 

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Tech Savvy

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

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

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

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

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

You feel your face heat at the thought.

(What? His goggles are cute.)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You fumble over your next words.

“That’s – it’s entirely different.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tech makes an incoherent choking sound.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maker, is it that obvious, you cringe.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Come on, Tech.

“Would you like a chair–.”

“Stars, Tech, I like you!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tech coughs slightly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Huh.

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

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

“Very much so.”

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

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

You pull away to gauge his reaction.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And this, this is when you start to worry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And that’s when something inside Tech snaps.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He goes to remove his goggles and you stop him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Selfishness?” you guess.

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

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

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

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

“In me,” you urge. “Now.”

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

“Lie back then.”

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

“So wet and ready for me, mesh’la.”

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

“You’re tight,” he grits out.

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

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

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

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

“Fuck –,” you whine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please do not act so surprised by that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[oh-no-a-whovian]

Two more lonely people Part 10

NSFW 18+

Summary: “you made me love you! I tried to fight it for both our sakes! You can’t just pull away the moment things get tough!”

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem werewolf! reader

Warnings: age gap (Y/N is 24 and Bruno is 50) swearing, any others let me know please.

Word count: 3551

Masterlist PT1 Next

Your birthday approaches fast, just a week until you turn twenty-five. Dolores and Isabela have taken over planning, unimpressed by your lack of interest and you, spending all your time in their tio’s room even though only a few people have shown up since Mariano. So far, you’ve only had to ward off one person who tried to have a go and it was because you refused to let them ask a dumb question that could be answered without magic. You’re constipated, dumbass!

Bruno has been stressed since his dream, vision thing, watching you with worry. You can tell that he’s been silently praying that you’d change your mind and let him give you a vision, but so far, you’ve held steady. You have no interest in knowing the future, good or bad. You’d rather live within the moment. Just the few details that he has told you have already made you uneasy.

You rub the cloth of the fingerless glove covering your scars, the soft silk gentle on your fingertips. Your mother sits on a stool by where you stand, holding pins between her lips as she sets the waist and hem of your new skirt. When it is done, it will fall to your knee, shorter than all your other skirts. Its lavender velvet rippling out with shades of green mixed in. You mother is planning a full outfit for your birthday as always, the skirt, a white shoulder less shirt and a single sleeve for your scarred arm, all detailed with lace and embroidery.

“Really?” your mother tsks as she brushes more sand away that had fallen from your hair to the skirt in her hands. It’s been nearly constantly falling from your hair for days and it seems no matter how much you clean your clothes there’s always more. All the sand in the world feels worth spending time by Bruno’s side.

“Sorry, mama. Perhaps I should have bathed before meeting you here.” You huff in amusement, sweeping away the grains from your shoulder to make sure no more fall onto the skirt. “I doubt it would have helped much though.”

“How has… working for señor Madrigal, been going?” your mother asks as she eyes the skirt, pulling away a stray thread before placing the next pin in the fabric.

“Very sandy” you joke, grinning when your mum waps you with the back of her hand. “it’s rather peaceful to be honest, not many have put in the effort of climbing the stairs to request a vision. I’ve been reading some of the books he has in his room to take up time, that and playing in the sand.”

“Has he been paying you enough?” she worries aloud.

“The Madrigals have gotten a decent amount of wealth over the years and since his return, Alma has started to give him an allowance again. He’s felt bad about not being able to pay me, so he’s been taking from that.” you sigh. It’s somewhat true, he did feel bad about taking you away from your paying job and then not being actually able to pay you. He also stuttered out something about wanting to support you, which you thought was a cute excuse, so you let him.

“How does doña Alma feel about that?”

“I doubt she knows, though if she does, she has not said.”

Your mother hums thoughtfully, lining up the lace with the hem. Whenever she hums like that it usually means something.

“¿qué mamá?” you can tell something burns in her mind, wishing to make itself known. She looks up at you with worry pulling at her frown lines, the small crow feet around her eyes seeming just a little deeper than usual. All well knows signs of worried thoughts.

“it’s nothing amor” she says biting away the words she really wants to say. She reaches up and squeezes your hand, smiling at you. “There! The pins are all in place.” She declares, leaning back to look at her work.

Once the underskirts are added it will flare out in layers and spin when you dance, each layer a different colour to make a rainbow when you move.

“I don’t know how you’re going to finish this within the week, mama. It always amazes me”

“Well, the other pieces are already complete, and I have no other commissions this week, so I have all the time to make this for my beautiful daughter.” She smiles as she stands. “Ok, behind the curtain and change, and don’t you dare pull a single pin from their place!” she orders as you disappear behind the draping cloth.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” You huff, smiling as you ease yourself out of the skirt.

The bell above the store’s door chimes loudly to signal someone has entered and your mother calls to let them know she’ll be a moment. You fasten your sage green skirt that you showed up in back around your waist, making sure everything is tucked and layered properly.

“Señor Madrigal, how can I help you?” you hear your mother say as she steps out to the front of her shop, your heart racing at knowing he’s here.

“Uh I um… I was told… my ruana tore…” Bruno’s voice stutters out, making you smile at his nervous self. “No-normally I’d try to fix it myself, but i-I think it’s a bit past my skill level.”

“Okay let me see it.”

You listen as you delicately place the pinned skirt on the work bench by the sewing machine, making sure no pins have been pulled from their spots. Stepping around to stand in the doorway between the back and front of the store, you watch your mama focusing on the ruana, focusing on the tear with a thoughtful eye.

Bruno stares at the array of colours and different fabrics on the wall opposite you, unable to keep his eyes on his ruana in your mother’s hands. you notice your mother feeling around her apron for her pins, so you grab the little stuffed tomato filled with them and hand it to her.

“Here mama.” You smile as take the seat beside her. “Hola Bruno.” You greet him, smiling affectionately as his wide eyes meet yours. “how’d you manage this? It was fine yesterday.” you gesture to the massive tear in his ruana.

“Um heh, Antonio’s jaguar decided to say hello, his claws got caught in a small hole and, made it a bigger one.” He explains, rubbing his arm and looking away.

“Parce definitely has personality” you muse. You glance to your mother beside you, noticing the look on her face has returned once more. You wonder if she’s holding back because she knows Dolores can hear. Though she’s never held back because of that before… if she had she may never have spoken…

“I should have this fixed by tomorrow.” She tells Bruno, straightening her stance to meet his eye. “I’ll have to rush it; my daughter is obviously my priority.” Why does that sound like a veiled threat? Of course, she’s the first to be suspicious… “Come back tomorrow at noon, I’ll be sure to have it repaired by then.”

“Uh yes right… bye” Bruno spins to race from the shop, making you smile at his flustered ways.

Your mother steps around you to go out the back with the ruana in her hands and you follow her with a frown, crossing your arms and watching her with a raised eyebrow. She has something she’s holding back and now you’re sure you’ve figured out what.

“Mama… I can tell you have something on your mind…”

She pauses her ministrations, sighing as she looks up to you from the fabric in her hands. she glances around her desk, grabbing a piece of paper and a pencil and writing something down. She slides the paper along the table until it’s in your reach.

You slide it closer with the tips of your fingers, leaning on the table as you look down at the words. Your body reacts on its own to what you read. Your heart beating in your ears and your head feeling tense, your eyes tearing up just a little. Are you seeing Bruno? You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You want to say no, why would you think that? But she’ll find out eventually, she knows you too well. It would only be a matter of time.

“Si” you nod. You cannot meet her eye, no mater how hard you try to look up. You don’t want to be ashamed of your feelings, there’s no reason to be! But your mother is your mother, and if she disapproves… you don’t want to fight her for something like this.

She takes the paper back and writes down more words, your heart jumping into your throat. He’s so much older than you amor… do you love him?

“I… I don’t know… I think so. yes” You admit. It feels so right being around him. No relationship has felt like this. He’s taken you beyond the point any past relationship has reached and he’s breaking down a wall you thought was long set-in stone.

“Just be careful…” she says to your surprise, not fighting you over what she probably thinks is a terrible idea.

“te amo mamá” you say, leaning down and kissing her forehead. Your mama loves you truly, there’s no doubt about that and though you’re sure she disapproves, she loves you enough to let you go. Even if this is a mistake, she will let you make it.

“te amo hija”

~~~~~

Bruno’s POV

Pepa is clearly upset today Bruno thinks, the weather taking a turn for the worst as he browses the market stalls. Tiny raindrops start to fall and the light pitter patter makes other market goers disappear to escape what will most likely become a massive thunderstorm depending on the way his sister’s mood turns.

He can’t leave yet though. He’s been searching for a present for [Y/N] for what feels like hours, and so far, he’s had no luck. He’s looked at jewellery, but he remembered that depending on the metal it may not disappear when she shifts which would hurt her. He looked at a stall filled to the brim with imported books from across the world and though he did get a few, he isn’t sure if he wants them to be his gift for his amor.

He’s getting close to settling for giving her the books though.

Truthfully, he wants to give her something she can wear, something to display to the world that she is his, even if it’s only him that knows it. He knows that’s a selfish wish, but she makes him selfish. He would never have thought anything like that if it wasn’t for her, if he wasn’t head over heels for her.

Desperate to escape the sudden downpour, he races into a random shop, he bell ringing as lightning bursts across the sky violently, the thunder following it, so loud it shakes any glass nearby. Merde his hermana must be pissed. He loves her but he’s glad he is not there to experience what ever has upset her this much. Camilo has probably done a prank that’s gone too far.

“Seems señorita Pepa isn’t in a good mood today.” A woman’s voice calls out from underneath the shop counter. She stands up and her eyes go wide at seeing Bruno in her shop. “Lo siento mucho señor Madrigal” she apologises, regretting speaking so loosely about his sister.

The woman is older than [Y/N], maybe late thirties? She wears a wedding band on a string around her neck, the tan line on her finger almost completely gone and her curled ebony hair is tied in a bun at the top of her head.

“it’s fine, I understand mi sister’s temper.�� He mumbles as he casts his eyes around the small store he’s now trapped in. He’s not sure if he’s even seen such a jumble of merchandise. Art and art supplies. Jewellery of various metals and stones. Imported dresses and nightwear. Whatever you could possibly think of can be found in this store.

“Were you looking for something or just escaping the weather, señor Madrigal?” the woman asks as she steps around the counter toward him.

“I um uh… I was escaping the weather but… I’m looking for something, a present for… a woman’s birthday.” He tells her, avoiding his relationship with said woman. “I was going to get jewellery… but she turns into a massive wolf… some metals don’t vanish with her clothes when she shifts… I don’t want what I get to hurt her.” He admits.

“I might have just what you need.” She hums, guiding him over to a display of cloth chokers, similar to what Dolores wears. “Is she a friend or, a beloved?” she prompts, looking over the pieces.

“I uh… a friend! Ju-just a friend.” He lies, his cheeks burning at his bumbling ways. He can’t slip up, Dolores can hear this.

“Oh well, that’s nice to know” she smiles, leaning closer, her dark skin warming at her cheeks. He smiles back at her. She’s very nice.

He casts his eyes over the options before him, brushing his fingers over each piece, a green gem catching his eye, almost glowing like one of his prophecies. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear someone actually took one of his visions and turned it into jewellery. The black velvet is soft against his fingers and makes the stone stand out in vibrant contrast. She would look so beautiful in this.

Another near it has a stone the colour of her eyes when she is in her wolf form, the velvet the colour of her fur and almost as soft.

The cloth will disappear when she shifts, and the metal attached should go with it. they’re perfect.

“These two.” He tells the woman, gesturing to the two he wants but too shy to pull them from the display.

“Excellent choices, señor Madrigal” she flushes, lifting them delicately from their places. “I am sure your friend will love them. Would you like them wrapped?”

“Si, gracias.” He thanks, grabbing his coins from the purse at his hip. He doesn’t care about the price, he’ll get anything for her. He watches as the woman wraps them in a scrap of ivory silk, her fingers tying a bow in gold ribbon.

“I hope I’ll see you again” she simpers, taking his hand and placing the wrapped gift in his hand, her lips curved in a coy smile.

“Uh yeah, bye.” He smiles, tucking the package away in a pocket. What a nice woman.

He steps outside the shop and freezes, shuddering as the downpour drenches him instantly. He was so focused on the gifts that he forgot his sister was creating a storm to cover the whole of Encanto. Though normally her temper would have simmered down by now, it seems this one is in for the long haul.

He goes to pull up his hood but remembers his ruana is in for repairs. So instead, he sighs and makes the trek back home. Won’t have to put up with the rain for too long.

He hopes she likes the gifts he’s gotten. He knows she’ll appreciate the books for while they’re doing nothing in his room.

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[Y/N]’s POV

The week has passed in the blink of an eye, and now music and laughter echoes through the halls of La Casita. The scent of wine and amazing food wafts through the air, making you drool with hunger. Your skirts bloom like a flower as you dance with your best friends. You’ve danced for what seems like hours and you’ve probably drunk far too much.

The courtyard is decorated with lavender flowers, scented candles and bright lanterns. The tiles on the floor are brighter than usual and the dance floor is now lined with white tiles.

your gifts lie upon a table at the edge of the courtyard, underneath the balcony. New gloves to cover your scars, a few bracelets that you probably can’t wear and a few statuettes of women and animals. All the guests have taken turns wishing you a happy birthday and you’ve smiled at each one, thanking them for their blessings and taking their gifts happily. Even Camilo gave you a sweet gift and a kiss on the cheek.

With a bright smile, you step off the dance floor, leaving your friends where they dance joyfully. You step to the table covered in treats and drinks, standing next to Bruno as pour yourself a large glass of water, gulping it down hungrily.

“Heh, rather thirsty huh?” Bruno fights his smile, looking at you with gentle amusement, turning to the table to face away from the crowd.

“I’ve been dancing for hours! Of course, I’m thirsty” you grin, bouncing on the balls of your feet, high on adrenaline. “Though I wasn’t looking forward to today, Isa and Dol really know how to throw a party.”

“Si. it is good to see you’re enjoying your birthday.” You feel your cheeks go red as you up at him from the table. Your heart races at the affection in his eyes and you can’t help the way your lips part. “I unfortunately forgot to grab my gift for you from my room. I’ll head up soon to get them for you.” You nod glancing back down to the table, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks.

“Uh, h-hi [Y/N].” a timid voice peeps to your left and you turn to look at them. “I-I’m sorry I’m late to your birthday.” the girl stutters. You remember her through a haze of drunken memories. Her light umber skin and dark eyes and short wavy hair falling just above her shoulder. You were flirting with her during the celebrations for Casita’s rebuild. “I had so many chores, I-I couldn’t come sooner.”

“That’s okay, I’m happy you got to join eventually, there’s still a few hours of party left.” You smile at her, taking a sip of another glass of water.

“I m-made you a gift.” She says, holding out a small box. “My father works wood and umm I’ve learnt a little, so I made this.” She explains as you take the box. A wooden ring stained with oil sits within the box atop a scrap of cloth, just the right size to fit on your thumb. You lift the ring from its box, your eyebrow rising as you look at the girl. “I-it doesn’t mean anything!” she defends, realising what a ring usually means when gifted to one you like. “I was just thinking of what you might like, and I made it…”

“it’s fine, thank you.” You smile, rubbing her arm. “Please, enjoy the party.”

“Ye-yes of course! Than… you too. Happy birthday” she flushes, racing off to join her friends.

“a sweet gift.” Bruno mumbles as he peeks at the ring over your shoulder.

“It fits too.” You smirk turning to face him as you slinde the ring on your thumb. “She must have paid a lot of attention to my fingers. Or none at all.” You shrug, watching his reaction with amusement.

“I’m going to go find the gift I got for you. I’ll be right back.”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll come with you. You’ve probably lost it in all that sand in your room.” you tease, glancing to your friends before following Bruno to his room.

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Dolores POV

It took her a while to realise her best friend hadn’t returned. She heard her leaving to tio Bruno’s room to find the gift he had gotten for her and she has yet to return. Dolores had clearly drunk a bit too much if she failed to notice her best friend missing from her own birthday party.

“Isa! Primo!” Dolores whisper yells, trying to get Isabela’s attention. “[Y/N] has wandered off from her own party, we should go find her.” Dragging her up the stairs to Bruno’s room.

“She probably just needed a moment to breathe.” Isabela tells her, though she follows her up the stairs.

She knocks on the door and opens it, staring at the hourglass of falling sand as they both enter. It has been a great many years since either of them have set foot in their tio’s room, it was forbidden for so long. They haven’t even been in there since Bruno’s return.

They move through the sand, onto the steps down into the room. Piles of sand cover the floor, rising up the steps to meet them. The stairs opposite them disappear into the sky, too many to count.

Dolores remembers a statue of a hand, pointing to the sky, your future awaits written in the stone. Though as she looks around, it is no longer there. In its place sits an empty platform with stairs leading to nothing.

She squeaks as she spots something descending from the top, a whirlpool of sand underneath it.

As they watch it lower their eyes go wide and mouths fall open. Their best friend wrapped in their uncles embrace, her arms around his neck and their lips pressed together.

“What the fuck!?” Isabela shouts as the floating hands reach the bottom, the two upon it launching apart.

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