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The Soulmate? Jamjar?? Meme
So whatever you were doing - sleeping, eating, dying - you've been whisked away to a strange place. Well, no, actually it's a pretty cozy-looking apartment, it has an entire fridge and everything - but it definitely is not where you were. You should not have woken up in this apartment's only bed, along with somebody you've never seen before.
After you stop having hilarious misunderstandings with your bedmate, you may make your way outside only to find: it's pretty nice out here? Very 21st century suburbia. Some of the buildings seem a little out of place, like someone requested a jousting arena and a virtual reality room and the Angel did their best to fit them in-
Wait, back up a second.
The giant angel flying by (white wings, halo, radiance, the works), upon seeing you gawking, will happily inform you that this is your new home, and they brought you here because your soulmate was tragically born in another world. But now you're here together, living peacefully with nothing to stop your love from blossoming!
And no, they won't send you back. You'll be much happier here once you get used to it. Living side by side with your soulmate and being encouraged to get to know them, or get to know them, what else do you need?
Options, because we like options:
1. Soulmates are a known thing. Apply all the soulmate tropes you wish - not seeing color until you meet your soulmate, having your soulmate's name written on your body, etc. You can tell that at least the Angel's claims about this person being your soulmate are true. It doesn't necessarily make things less awkward.
2. Soulmates, what hogwash! Soulmates aren't a thing that everyone knows about and everyone has where you're from. You might believe in them, but you also believed in Santa when you were younger. Or you might think this whole thing is stupid, and your growing attachment to your 'soulmate' is just a coincidence.
(Post with character name/canon name/shipping preference. Due to the nature of this meme, cross-canon CR is encouraged and almost essential unless you have some alternate universe shenanigans in your canon.)
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...I didn't get all the, um. Supplies. Yet, since I wanted to make sure it was all right with you first, but. I could—
[ starts to hold up one hand, realizes she's about to make a lewd gesture, and latches back onto his shirt instead. ]
...fingers?
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Y-yes, okay. That - that sounds fine to start with.
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she relaxes, and reaches up to brace her hands on his shoulders so she can hop up and kiss his cheek. ]
All right. Mm— can I get a ride to the bedroom?
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He's gentle when he sets her down on the bed, before joining her there.]
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Thank you~.
[ even when she's light she's usually solid, with at least enough muscle to match his hidden under the baby fat and the cute clothes. it's moments like this, though—when she stretches a little and rolls over on top of him to start stealing kisses—that it's more obvious just how much the lightness is a conscious choice. there's enough weight to her now that it'd actually take some effort to move her. ]
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He tangles his hand in her hair again, petting gently as he slowly deepens the kisses he steals.]
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Ah... sorry...
[It's embarrassing to be half-hard when she hasn't even really touched him yet??]
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You don't need to apologize. I thought— mm, things should be easier if you're worked up, but if you're already impatient...
[ shifting her weight back—getting her thigh between his in the process— and tugging at his shirt ]
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I-it's important to relax, right? I can do that. You won't hurt me.
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I won't. But you are going to have to put up with me making sure of that to my satisfaction.
Of course, there's nothing saying I can't do that while making it worthwhile for you.
[ cheerfully palming his cock through his pants on the way to reaching for his waistband, to make her point ]
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[No complaints about that here, even if his face is burning. He lifts his hips to help her get the rest of his clothes off.]
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Hmm...?
[ (she does not actually need to "go hunting," obviously, but unfortunately his soulmate is a tease.) ]
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[This is awkward, but.]
...It's embarrassing if I'm naked and you're fully dressed...?
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[ it isn't that she gets embarrassed (...all right, it's a little bit that she gets embarrassed), or that she hates her body the way she used to. it's that showing skin around him, specifically, still makes her nervous.
(she doesn't like making him sad.)
she pulls the lube she'd gotten out, no longer fooling around, and then pulls her top off over her head. she doesn't have a bra on—usually doesn't, since she's small enough to get away with that—but that just means there's literally nothing to distract from the enormous starburst-shaped scar over her heart, or the myriad others riddling the rest of her body. ]
...Want to help me with my leggings?
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Well. He's a guy and his girlfriend isn't wearing a shirt. Sadness is not the primary feeling here.
He nods, carefully rolling down her leggings and setting them aside.]
You're beautiful, Kaiko.
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Koutarou...
[ someday, she'll be less fussy about her appearance, and less awkward with compliments to it, but today is annoyingly still not that day. she leans forward to sneak another kiss, as well as to take his hands and pull them to her hips.
he isn't the only one already worked up; she's all too aware of the way her panties are already damp and sticking to her. the temptation to sneak them off herself and hope he doesn't notice is real, but it is unfair if she's the only one who gets to ogle. ]
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Y-you like this too...?
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...I really like watching you enjoy yourself. And giving you what you want.
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I just want you, Kaiko.
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You have me.
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[ though for the moment she's more got him, with her hand wrapping around his cock. ]
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[He's still not used to how loud he is when she touches him. His hips jerk into her touch, begging for more.]
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[ it's low and throaty, a quiet underscore to his voice as she slowly strokes him— not teasing (for once) so much as taking into account he's on edge and not wanting to take chances.
she drops a kiss to his chest, and gropes for the lube with her other hand. ...good, it's still mostly warm. ]
Lie back for me?
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