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#i can see why now. it's just a little sweetener. it's nice without being too overpowering
yoon-kooks · 1 year
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paw prints & presents | jjk
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⛓️pairing: hotnerd!jungkook x popular!reader
⛓️genre: smut, fluff, college!au
⛓️summary: You and Jungkook never discussed Valentine’s Day plans, but that doesn’t mean the night won’t include corny Valentine’s cards and you getting down on your hands and knees in pretty pink lingerie for him.
⛓️word count: 2.1k
⛓️warnings: catdilf!jk, dom!jk, sub!reader, daddy/kitten undertones, praise kink, dirty talk, oc is a horny lil brat, dry humping, sex on the couch, handjob, blowjob, face fucking, cumshot, she swallows, oc makes another ignorant comment about earl grey tea lol
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a/n: here's a lil smutty drabble i wrote up for valentine's day! (you don't have to read the other p&p fics before reading this one)💖
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You’ve been acting a little weird lately. Ever since February came around, you’ve been asking Jungkook about random shit like his favorite flower (lavender), his favorite romcom (none), his favorite day of the year (nonexistent), and his go-to boba order (you called him grandaddy for saying earl grey again). The most recent question was about his taste in lingerie (doesn’t matter because you’re hot regardless). 
But whenever he asks why you need to know these things, you just shrug your shoulders and pretend like you’re too busy playing with the cat to answer him. The way you always shush the kitten as soon as he enters the room leads him to believe the two of you are up to no good. 
It’s driving him mad.
At one point, he thought you might be sweetening him up for when you go behind his back and adopt another cat because “Lucy needs a friend” and “there’s a cute cow cat at the local shelter.” But something tells him you’ll save the cow cat shenanigans for another time. 
The thing is, he’s not completely clueless here. As much as he doesn’t want to think about it, he’s well aware that Valentine’s Day is around the corner. It’s not a day he typically celebrates, but he also doesn’t know how you feel about it yet. If it’s a big deal to you, he’d want to do something thoughtful to live up to whatever the fuck you’re secretly plotting. At the same time, the two of you still haven’t made it official, so perhaps you aren’t scheming anything related to the most romantic day of the year. Perhaps he’s just overthinking it…
…Or not.
A few days before Valentine’s Day, Jungkook comes home from class early and sees something he shouldn’t have seen. Your laptop is out in the open on his bed, but you’re nowhere to be seen—probably in the bathroom or something. He’s always been the kind of guy to respectfully look away from what’s on other people’s computers or phone screens. But it’s kind of hard to ignore the pink lingerie set you apparently just ordered. The lingerie you normally wear is a sexy black or a sophisticated neutral. But this baby pink one, with the tiny red hearts and bows, is way cuter than what he’s used to seeing you in. It’s giving submissive vibes, for sure.
The thought of you wearing that tiny thing on Valentine’s Day would automatically make February 14th Jeon Jungkook’s new favorite day of the year. And that alone is something to celebrate.
But how exactly is he supposed to celebrate? It seems you have your mind made up on surprising him with pretty pink lingerie, but what can he provide in return without being too cheesy? He’s terrible at shit like this. In fact, one of his exes broke up with him specifically because he wasn’t romantic enough. She wasn’t wrong, but it’s not like he’s going to rewire his entire brain to be romantic enough for someone else’s liking. Maybe that’s fucked up of him. Maybe a good partner would make sacrifices and force themself to change for the sake of the relationship if they truly cared. 
You’re different, though. With you, nothing feels forced. Rather, he gets an urge to do something nice for you, even if it goes against his natural tendencies. And right now, he wants to also surprise you with a little something on Valentine’s Day.
On the big day, he waits for you to leave for your afternoon class. That’ll give him plenty of time to put together the surprise. All he needs is some pink cardstock, markers, paint, ribbon, and a kitten.
As much as he hates cheesy Valentine’s cards, Jungkook finds himself pondering over what to write on the cardstock. Knowing you, it’s safe to go with something silly and funny. Thankfully, you’re an easy one when it comes to humor.
“Have a paw-esome Valentine’s Day, Mommy,” he writes in bold marker. You’ve been hesitant to call yourself the kitten’s mother despite raising her right alongside Jungkook. But it’s clear that you’re doing a good job. “Love, Lucy.”
He picks up the sleepy kitten, dips her paw pads into safe non-toxic paint, and adds her paw print to the bottom of the card like a signature. As the paint dries, he gives the kitty her first bath, blowdries her fur, and ties a pink little ribbon to her collar.
When the sun goes down, Jungkook rolls up the note and attaches it to the kitty’s ribbon like she’s some messenger pigeon. And then the two of them wait on the couch together, kitten loafing in the boy’s lap, for the door to open.
Five long minutes later, your keys jingle around as you unlock the front door.
“Go hide,” he whispers to the kitten who runs off into his room with a frisky tail in the air. She probably thinks he’s playing hide and seek with her like they normally do. Poor thing.
Jungkook makes himself comfortable on the couch again and pulls out his phone to look natural. Totally normal.
“Hi?” you say as soon as you open the door and see him sitting in the dark living room, his floating face illuminated by his phone screen. You hit the light switch as you kick your shoes off and look around for possible booby traps or jumpscares. It seems you’re very aware that the potential for a surprise is at an all-time high today. Then your eyes fall back on him. “Why do you look like that?”
“Like what?” He scratches the back of his head.
“Like this.” You do the awkward pose thing people do when they’re very clearly failing to act natural. How do you manage to make even the most awkward poses look cute? Maybe your little black dress has something to do with it. You weren’t wearing that earlier when you left for class.
“What do you mean? I’m just here, sitting on the couch with my phone.” Damn, is it really that obvious?
“Ah, so you were here waiting for me to get back from class like a dog?” you tease as you climb into his lap and set his phone aside. Your new perfume is a sensual lavender (no wonder you asked him about his favorite flower). And your dress is so short all he can feel is skin when he grabs hold of your ass. “Don’t worry, I missed you too.”
You snake your hands around the back of his neck and devour his lips, his tongue, his taste. He’ll never get over the moans you make just from kissing him like he’s the finest dessert you’ve ever tasted. Or the way your tongue just laps him up like a kitten—
“Wait,” he says after forcing himself to pull back from your lips. The urge to put his lips right back where they belong is incredible.
“No, Jungkook, I don’t have any homework that needs to get done before we…” Your words trail off as you kiss him some more and roll your hips against his crotch. You’ll never let it go that he’s “the biggest nerd in the world” for always making you finish your homework before sex. Thank god you don’t have any tonight. Because his hard cock is already past the point of no return.
The secret Valentine’s card still needs to be delivered, though. And the poor kitten is still waiting for her daddy to come find her.
“No seriously, wait a sec,” he chuckles, lifting you off of him before walking into his room to scoop up the kitten hiding behind the clothes hanging in his closet. When he rejoins you on the couch, he passes the fluffball to you.
“Ooh, did daddy give you a bath? You look so cute,” You sniff her orange fur and find the rolled-up note tied to her pink ribbon.
Your face quickly goes from curious to smiley as you unroll the note and read the silly message. Jungkook reads it right alongside you as if he wasn’t the one who wrote it.
“Congratulations, it seems Lucy has accepted you as her mother figure,” he says in the straightest face ever.
“Paw-esome?? Mommy??” you giggle, turning to the boy whilst cupping his chin. “Is that what you think of me?”
“It wasn’t me, it was Lucy,” he shrugs. “Right, Lucy?” She meows in agreement.
Then he pins you down against the couch cushions and leans in to whisper, “You’re my baby girl, remember?”
Your face is flushed with color as you nod up at him. You grab a handful of his t-shirt and pull him in. He finds your neck and leaves a trail of little marks as your body heats up beneath him.
“I love the card, by the way,” you manage to get out between breaths. “Thank you, Jungkook.”
“Like I said, it wasn’t from me.” His gives you a few more kisses while running his hands along your dress. As hot as you are in that dress, he’d love to get his hands on everything hiding beneath it. “I didn’t even know today was Valentine’s Day.”
“Liar. You suck, you know that.” You pout for half a second before your horny eyes are showing again. “Guess you don’t want to see the surprise I have for you.”
“What is it?” he asks a little too quickly. He must sound like such a simp.
You sit up, leaning your tits against his chest, and say, “Undress me.”
Jungkook lifts the dress up and over your head to reveal the same lingerie set he saw on your computer screen the other day. Except now it’s on your body. And boy does it look good on you. It doesn’t matter that he already had a sneak peek at it and plenty of time to mentally prepare himself for this. He still can’t take his eyes off of his baby girl looking all pretty in pink. And he forgets to speak.
“What do you think?” You drop to your knees on the carpet and situate yourself between his legs.
“Hot,” is all he can say before you unzip him and get your hands on his hard cock.
“Good.” You wet your lips with a sly tongue. Your hands start stroking his length up and down as you eye his tip. “It was an impulse buy the other day when I was feeling so horny for your cock.”
“Do you need my cock that badly?” he asks, his breath getting rougher. 
You nod, licking your lips again. He’d normally make you wait a little longer before letting you give head, but fuck it. It’s Valentine’s Day, and his cock is his gift to you. You’re always begging to suck it anyway.
With a firm hand, he angles your chin up until his erection is staring you in the face. You wrap your lips around him and take him in until he hits the back of your throat. Your cute little gag doesn’t stop you from going right back in, bobbing your head back and forth, up and down his length. He decides to help by thrusting in and out of your throat.
When you stop to catch your breath, his glaze runs down your mouth. You make sure he’s watching when you lick it up and swallow before sucking him more. One of your hands grips his cock while the other travels down into your thong. He watches the way you rub between your legs and rock your body back and forth to pleasure yourself and him at the same time. 
You savor each and every drop of him as if it’s the last. Your lips glisten and swell with pleasure as you’re hard at work with his cock. There’s no way anyone else can look this good while doing what you do to him.
“Fuck,” Jungkook groans, fucking your face faster. You moan something that sounds like his name, although it’s kind of hard to understand with a fat cock in your mouth.
At his breaking point, he pulls out and strokes his length until (most of) his cum sprays right into your mouth. You swallow it up while shooting him an awfully innocent smile. After catching his breath, he wipes up the bit of lust on your cheek and lets you suck it off his fingers. You’re such a good girl for him.
“You were so good, baby,” he praises you. You definitely need to be rewarded. “Should we watch one of those romcoms?”
“I thought you said you didn’t like romcoms.” You tilt your head. “We can find something else that we can watch togeth—”
“Pick your favorite romcom.” He shakes your suggestion off and lays you down on the couch so that you’re facing the TV. He hooks a finger on the strap of your thong and tears it off. With his lips just a kiss away from your wet pussy, he says, “I won’t be watching anyway.”
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moodymisty · 1 year
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The Sound Of Your Voice - Ch1
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Author's Note: So I finally went for it. The multichapter fic begins! I haven't written one of these in... gosh 10 years? A LOTR fic. Anywho I hope you guys enjoy! I hope you'll join me on this at minimum 4-5 chapter adventure (yes there will be smut eventually I know why you follow me) so lets have some fun!
This is mostly a fun self-indulgent project, but I hope at least a few others enjoy it too.
Summary: Life in the skies of Coruscant is dreary; Who better to spice it up than a know-it-all you met on the Holonet.
Relationships: Tech/Fem!Reader
Story-wide Warnings: SFW, Friends to lovers, You are working as a personal assistant for a senator, Eventual smut, Mutual pining, Lots of texting in the first chapter, Scenebuilding so much scenebuilding, an OC for plot's sake, Dehumanization of the clones,
Word count: 4015
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The sound of quiet chatter echos through the gigantic central room and the connecting halls, along with heels against tile and drinking glasses clinking against each other.
It’s the usual symphony of a gala; Small groups or pairs of people chatting about business while munching on small, freshly prepared foods and drinking expensive liquor. The main event for the evening, which was a play by a small but talented production group has since finished, with the last round of food being served before the evening finally concludes.
You’ve already done your fair share of circles around the event, chatting with co-workers and business partners, as well as potential ones.
And now that you were finished with your rounds, you find yourself stuck in a quiet corner holding a mostly untouched drink in your hands. It’s good, but there’s something about the amount of thoughts swirling in your head that keeps you from raising it to you lips, staring off in no particular direction.
Accepting to come here was a mistake. I knew I should’ve just stayed home and gotten some actual work done.
Though, this does technically count as work; You remember.
Both your datapads burn a hole in the purse you have slung over your shoulder with their weight, just as a reminder of the reason why you’re here. Social gatherings are a part of the job, even if they don’t present themselves overtly in the job description.
If you’d known that working for a senator would result in this, you might’ve not taken the job when it was presented.
It’s getting quite late; The stars are already shining high in the sky, and you can see the flashing lights of air taxis and speeders in the skylanes below one of the many sets of ballroom windows.
I hope she’s making use of this time to actually sweeten the pot with some other senators on her new bill, or else I’m putting a nice twi’leki massage on her tab tomorrow.
But as you stand here you’ve become so lost in your own thoughts you don’t notice when it seems your thoughts have summoned her, and Llenya appears with a glass in her hands.
It seems the Mirialan senator has a mind for when her assistant is at their wits end; Adjusting the wrist of her dress as she looks you up and down only once.
“Are you alright?”
Beyond her soft, dinner table smile she has the slightest bit of worry on her face, the deep purple lipstick she’s wearing contrasting with the color of her skin. The color matches her floor length dress, as well as the clips that hold her hair in its intricate styling. You look at her for a moment, shrugging before answering.
“I just feel a little woozy. I’m going to go get a bit of fresh air, and see if that helps. Can you live without me for a moment?”
Her smile gets slightly wider, just barely pushing her cheeks upwards towards her eyes.
“I think I can manage. But I would appreciate your help in dealing with one of the other senators, before he gets too drunk to negotiate with.” You’re not a fan of the fact that you know exactly which senator she’s referring to, and the idea of dealing with them doesn’t fill you with excitement.
But now that you’ve spoken to her you can steal a moment to yourself, gently pushing through the crowd and keeping your face tilted downwards; In the hopes that people wouldn’t recognize you and want to speak. After Llenya recently submitted her newest draft for her refugee supply distribution bill it seems everyone wants to speak on it, and be the first to have some sort of juicy information regarding the matter. And when they can’t speak to her, they have to deal with you.
The moment you hit the one of the sets of doors leading to the balcony the fresh, cool air hits your face, and you can’t help taking in a deep sigh. At least as deep as one you can take, with the corset of your dress wrapped tight around your waist.
This was a beautiful dress; A deep maroon red that almost brushed across the floor and flowed around your wrists, but it has become more than a little uncomfortable as the night as gone on.
Moving away from the doors you slowly walk along the outside of the ballroom, admiring the clouds shining bright from Coruscant’s lights as you wander while drifting your hand along the railing. It’s surprising you don’t spot anyone on the way, though the gala’s staff are more than likely being quite careful to avoid any stragglers meandering out of the venue.
But in your wandering you end up by the back entrance of the building, and stop only once you find something that manages to catch your interest. The night sky casts a soft light over your only peaceful moment in this entire night of annoyances so far.
The spot you’re standing in overlooks an absolutely beautiful rooftop garden; Plants from no less than five different planets all planted in dramatic patterns and trimmed to perfection. Not a single leaf or flower was out of place, nor had been allowed to fall onto the paths weaving through it. The topiary are all perfectly manicured, and in a way they seem almost artificial; As if no living plant could be shaped into such a perfectly strict form. You didn’t know this place had a garden of this scale, as it was completely unseen when you’d first arrived.
It’s such a wonderful sight, it would be nice to share it with someone.
Maybe he would like it?
Though he seemed to like everything, to a degree. Maybe it’s the side effect of having such a scientific mind.
Your personal datapad is quickly pulled from your bag, before you lean forward over the railing to take one quick picture of the expansive garden. Once you lean back you take a look, and your lips purse together just a tad.
It doesn’t look as pretty as a picture...
But it still looks nice. You send it, and feel the way your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth as you wait for a response. You don’t have to wait long to get one.
- Are those Poya berteronias? In the top left?
It seems like he waits for your response for only a moment, before elaborating.
- Blue Poyas, is the name most people traditionally know them as.
- Yes, they are. I didn’t know you had such a keen eye for plants.
Though he seems to have a keen eye for everything, in all of the times you’ve spoken too him. There hasn’t been a thing yet he hasn’t been an expert on.
- information on plant biology and botany is not exactly rare. I’ve had some downtime to research such things relatively recently.
- You seemed to know your fair share as well, in our previous conversations.
- Aww, thanks Tech.
Tech. Part of you still thinks the name is a little odd, but you had always assumed it was a nickname that had attached to him like glue, and he just prefers it. Given his personality, it’s a more than accurate nomer. As well the skill it alludes to the reason why he apparently works for the GAR, as he’d once said.
Part of your considers taking the half flight of stairs down into the garden and walking around, but your feet are already complaining after spending the evening in such uncomfortable heels, so you ultimately decide against it. As much as you would enjoy getting a chance to take in more of the fresh air and maybe smell some of the flowers.
Tech hasn’t messaged for a moment, and you assume he’d gotten swept away by something or someone, until he messages again about five minutes later.
- I apologize for disappearing. I was looking for something in one of my datasticks.
He sends an attachment moments later, which you open to see an image of the flower he’d brought up earlier. Only it was wild, what most people would consider overgrown and so big it had almost begun to weep.
- Wow, where did you see this?
- We were on Devaron a few standard months ago. I remembered it being a rare plant and decided to document it.
He types ‘we’, though it gets so quickly corrected to ‘I’ that you almost miss it. He does that sometimes, so you figure he just has family or partners from work that he doesn’t want to speak on.
You don’t want to pry, but it doesn’t mean you aren’t curious.
You mean to ask why GAR would send someone like him to a planet so remote like Devaron, though a set of footsteps from behind you makes you turn your head away from your datapad for a moment. One finger shuts off the screen, while you take a better look at the person approaching you.
Someone about your age; Though you don’t recognize him. People come in and out of your work life so fast that it’s hard to remember faces, even if you’ve spoken to them before.
“The party not keeping you entertained?”
He gives a polite smile, stepping close enough to be within range of quiet conversation. Glancing down to see your datapad in your hands, you put it back into your bag moments later.
“Just needed a little bit of air, that’s all. It felt so hot in there, I just wanted some breathing room. Especially after the play finished.” He laughs and nods, looking downward at the garden before back up at you. He leans against the railing, an elbow supporting him while he grabs his wrists.
“It certainly wasn’t the best play I’ve seen, though I haven’t seen quite as many as most people.” You turn to look through one of the ballroom windows and instantly recognize a few faces, but it seems some have left.
Good, the party is finally dispersing. As if it isn’t already way too late.
“Oh, I’ve only seen a few also. I’m more of a concert person, personally.”
At the moment however, I’m mostly a ‘leave me alone’ person.
As much as you might like to, you hold your tongue and smile, for the sake of avoiding any sort of repercussions for an abit small annoyance.
“But I have to get back inside; I know there’s probably a few people all in there ready to pounce once I return.” Nodding to you, he still keeps his hopeful expression despite his attempts at anymore conversation resulting in failure.
“Well, I’ll see you back inside then. I think I’ll take another moment of air and admire the scenery.” You smile.
“Enjoy the view, it’s lovely.”
Quickly shuffling back inside you once again keep your head low enough, until you’re back on the acceptable outskirts of the party. It’s not as if you hate all parties and social events; It’s that so many of these forced encounters tend to grate on you after awhile. But even so, you still need to search for Llenya before she notices how long you’ve been gone. She might be a little bit more lenient with you than another senator might be, but missing a good portion of the party she’s using for gathering good will is a little far past her limit of leniency.
You find her speaking to a senator you vaguely recognize, but as you make your way over, he leaves before you have a chance to speak. Llenya feels your presence beside her and turns, eyebrows raising upwards.
“Feeling better?” The metal of her jewelry clinks together softly as she adjusts it on her wrist.
“Yeah. It was just so hot in here I was starting to get nauseous.” Her smile fades for just a moment. Great, she is more than likely not pleased that you weren’t here to keep people off of her back.
“Whatever happened to ‘just a moment’?” Someone brushes by quite close behind you, causing you to take a small step forward.
“Someone wandered by and starting trying to talk to me.” While I was speaking to the person I actually wanted to talk too… “I didn’t recognize him from anywhere though. And he didn’t seem interested in talking about you, surprisingly.” That perks her interest, though she doesn’t get much of a chance to question who they might’ve been, before she decides to divulge more important matters.
“I think it might be time for us to take our leave; Judging by the last conversation I had, it seems I’ve worn out my welcome among a, good portion of the guests.” She must’ve been pushing her bill on people hard, if they were souring on her like that. Granted, she knew it was a hard sell coming into this.
Many of these senators are notably not fans of actually pushing money towards relief effort for the war, especially if they aren’t going to get any sort of gain from it.
“I’ll call the driver.” You do exactly that, and once you grab both of your coats, it’s moments before you’re both in the air taxi. The driver knows the address, so he instantly begins driving to Llenya’s private home once you say to do so.
She spends most of the time talking about a few of the people she’d had conversation with, though you find it difficult to keep invested beyond giving noises of understand.
I hope Tech doesn’t think I just got bored of talking to him…
“I think I’m going to make a few small changes to it; If I do so, I think I might before to win over a few more senators before my time is up.” You can see her building through the divider of the air taxi, before turning to her and nodding.
“When you do, send it to me and I’ll do the rest right then.” Pulling up to the private entrance, Llenya gets out, but hangs on the door for a second and smiles at you.
“Remind me to thank you for working so late.” You wiggle your fingers and smile back.
“I’ll be sure to. Good night.” Once she closes the door, you tell the driver to bring you back to your own place now, so you can finally get some well needed rest.
It’s been a long night.
Once you arrive, you’re more than quick to slide off the seat and out, closing the door and not even turning as the taxi goes off back into the skylane.
Finally, home.
Once you get inside and close the door behind you, your first stop is your bedroom; To change out of this clothing before it makes your body ache anymore. These sorts of events always take a lot out of you; The excess of delicate dancing that is social interaction with senators and hours and hours of standing around in uncomfortable dress, but in the end nothing feels better than tearing it all away once it’s over.
Moving to your closet you grab a pair of sleep clothes off a middle shelf and slowly change, sighing as you take off the restrictive dress you’d been wearing all night and gently hanging it back up. After doing so, you stand in the full length mirror and slowly undo your hair, until it’s no longer pinned and clipped into place.
Once you finish, it takes a good roll of your shoulders to realize how long you had to hold such a tight posture. And deciding to relax, you sit down on the bed and it’s still neatly tucked sheets, curling your legs up and leaning against the headboard.
Your bag was close by, so you hook the strap with your foot and pull it close enough to grab, and pull your datapad out. Your work one was pulled partly out by accident, but you don’t bother to do anything about it.
Instead, you open up to continue the chat you’d started what felt like ages ago, though it had only been a few hours.
-I hope you’ll forgive me for disappearing.
Tech instantly responds again.
Does this man ever sleep? Anytime I message, he seems to always be right here.
-Forgotten.
- I was actually attending a party earlier, But I had to show my face again eventually.
- Was it so droll that there was no one to talk to?
Oh, there were plenty of people to talk to; Just none you wanted to. You talk to plenty of senators and other political figures enough during your time working, and so you have zero desire to try and pretend to be their friend. Especially when it’s so transparently transactional.
That’s however, not a very pleasant answer to his question, so you just scrap it for a more endearing one.
- No, you’re just a far more entertaining conversationalist.
- I’m glad you find my ability to nurture conversation with an endless array of topics entertaining.
- That was a joke.
It almost hurts the way you attempt to avoid smiling at your datapad, finding his sudden declaration so incredibly endearing.
You’ve never met anyone quite like Tech; Which you’re more than happy to have.
- I figured. Though it’s a bit hard to know without hearing someone’s tone of voice.
You’ve never actually heard Tech’s voice, in all this time. You have one for him in your head; One that reads his dialogue in your mind instead of it being a bunch of silent text scrolling across a screen. Though you’ve always wondered how accurate it is compared to the real thing.
- It’s funny to think how long we’ve been talking and I’ve never actually heard your voice.
- Is that merely an observation, or a suggestion?
Your other datapad for your business life lays right beside you; Which thankfully has yet to alert you to Llenya sending her new draft. She probably won’t get it done tonight, leaving you with the evening free.
- Either? Whatever you prefer.
Maybe it’s the mystery of it all, but you can’t recall a time someone’s ever had you so on your toes like this. You said you didn’t mind, but you would be lying if you weren’t incredibly curious to hear him, and see how accurate your guess has been thus far.
- Someone is sleeping in the seat beside me, let me tell him to leave first.
Even if no one can see you, you can’t help the way you visibly jolt as if instinct to get up and stop him.
- Don’t do that!
He doesn’t respond for about three minutes, so you assume he hadn’t listened to you.
After that short amount of time he signals his return to his datapad with a call; But you’re unable to stop yourself from letting it ring one or two times before answering. Normally someone would say hello, but given what he’d presumably just done you open with shaking your head and saying:
“You are a cold, cold man, for doing that to someone.”
“It would not be the first time someone has called me cold. Being of a methodical mindset seems to evoke such a comment.”
Oh kark, right; I need to speak.
“O-oh yeah? I hope you pushed him in the direction of an actual bed instead of another chair.”
His voice…
It’s distinctly not as you had it in your head, giving you a healthy bit of surprise of the pleasant kind.
“Proper beds are in quite short supply when on duty unfortunately. He prefers sleeping partly upright apposed to the traditional approach as well.” It is easy to forget he is on duty at times, with how often you speak.
“Well, I hope you aren’t busy.” After you speak you reach up to your hair and pull out a stray pin you must’ve missed, setting it on your bedside table.
“I am no more occupied than I normally am at this time. Though at the moment I have time to work on something I’ve been meaning to finish.”
His voice could put me to sleep in an instant. But… In a good way. Not boring.
“Have I been distracting you?” There’s a soft clang, the gentle sound of metal on metal. You’re not entirely surprised he’s working on something of the mechanical sort. “I am more than capable of having my attention split between multiple different activities.”
What a charming way to say I’m not bugging you.
“Well, then what are you working on?” There’s more clanking and shuffling, and the sound of him letting out a quiet noise of effort while reaching over to grab something. “It would take quite awhile to explain.” He obviously can’t see the slight pout your lips form when you don’t get an actual answer. You’re curious; Every time you’ve asked he’s always been making some sort of wacky or amazing thing, you never know what he’s going to be working on next.
“I don’t mind. I’m curious.” Much to your surprise he’s actually somewhat quiet for a moment, as if he’s trying to think of what to say. You can’t hear much movement either, unlike before.
“It’s a heat signature modification for a helmet display, By the time I am finished with it, it should be able to see heat from up to half a klick away.”
Wow, you think; Before you remember to vocalize it.
“Wow Tech, that sounds impressive.”
He gives a nonchalant sounding hum, before speaking up.
“Not particularly. It’s mostly a mundane upgrade I simply haven’t gotten around to doing.”
You can’t quite tell if he’s shrugging off your compliment, or if he genuinely didn’t pick up that you even gave him one. The ladder seems to be more common with him. After going silent for a moment, the sound of metal hitting each other cues you in enough that he’s probably working on another bit of his project. Eventually however, he finally speaks up.
“You, said you were attending an event?”
You perk up, nodding despite him not being able to see you.
“Yeah, it was for work.” You sigh. “Thankfully that fiasco is all over.”
While still shuffling around, Tech adjusts his datapad enough that it makes a small noise.
“Judging by the tone of your voice, I am going to assume it was not an event which you had wanted to attend?”
The understatement of the night.
You don’t exactly feel like indulging your work to him given it’s sensitive nature, so you round it about with a chuckle. As well as the fact that you'd rather just forget about it for the night, while you have the ability to.
“Yeah, putting it lightly.”
Tech doesn’t ask you about it again thankfully, and instead you both chatting back and forth for a good while, and listening to the sounds of him work in-between. It’s oddly soothing; There’s something about listening to him just explain what he’s working on and answer your silly questions that’s incredibly relaxing. You could do this for hours; But if you did, the morning would likely end up shining through your windows soon enough. And you know without a shadow of a doubt, you’re going to have an overwhelming load of work to do.
“Is much as I’d like to stick around, I should probably sleep.” He doesn’t stop working for a moment, hearing the sound of a spanner sparking against metal.
“Very well. Be sure to get adequate rest; And,” His voice halts for only the briefest moment. “I will speak to you tomorrow.” That makes you smile, before you turn off your datapad. Talk about good luck being able to end what would normally be a terrible night off on a good note, you think.
Sleep ends up coming easily, though it’s hard for your brain to not replay your conversation in your head a few times, before you eventually do nod off.
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gurlwithluvx3 · 2 years
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needy | kth
Pairing: non-idol!Kim Taehyung x reader
Summary: After a long day of being in the sun, you give in to your craving which happens to be your boyfriend Taehyung. 
Word count: ~2K
Genre/warning: Explicit smut
A/N: This is the smut scene from my sweetener ff x3
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I suddenly hear the water turn off and the shower curtains being moved. My heart starts beating faster, getting a little anxious (but also excited) for tonight, whatever it may entail. 
“It’s been a long day hasn’t it?” I say to Taehyung moments after he hopped out of the shower. It looks like he’s still getting ready for bed, moving in slow motion.
“Who knew being under the sun would make you so tired?” He says, chuckling nervously. 
We make eye contact for a brief moment, and I can feel my cheeks starting to blush. We’re looking at each other, watching and waiting to see who would make the first move. 
We’re across the room from each other, one of us on each side of the bed. His hair is still wet, showing off his wavy locks. He’s wearing a white tee and basketball shorts. Even though he’s wearing something so basic, he looks really nice. 
He makes his way to me, reaching his arms out to grab a hold of both of my shoulders. “You okay?” He asks, looking into my eyes while showing off a small grin. 
“Yeah, I’m okay. Are you?” I ask never losing eye contact with him. He has a wistful expression to his face. He simply nods, and I grab his bread checks to squish them.
“Then why are you so serious?” I ask as I continue to squish his cheeks while laughing at his stoic face.
He gently grabs both of my wrists, placing my arms to my side to grab my waist. He reels me closer to his body, now showing off his cute boxy smile.
My heart is racing a thousand miles an hour. How he can instantly switch from being so aggressive to sweet is beyond me.
We’re looking at each other and there’s so much longing in his deep brown eyes. He smirks and leans forward, kissing me on my forehead. 
This man can do something so minuscule such as kissing me on the forehead and it’ll leave me speechless each and every time. 
My hands make way up to his chest and then behind his neck, interlacing my hands together. I press my chest towards his body, shifting all my weight from the soles of my feet as I stand on my tip toes. 
He moves my hair out of my face and tucks it behind my ears and stares at me, grabbing a hold of my face.
“You’re beautiful” he says, rubbing his thumb on my cheeks with the most endearing smile. 
He leans in and plants his lips on mine. It’s honestly the most gentle kiss I’ve felt in the longest time. It’s as if in this moment, I can melt into his arms. 
He suddenly changes the mood as he starts to smack his lips with mine. It instantly drives me crazy, wanting for more. I unlace my fingers to grab a hold of some of his hair from the back of his neck, and I faintly heard him grunt. 
But before we can go any further, he lets go of my face, steps back and looks at me. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He says looking at me with a concerned expression and a furrowed brow. 
I step closer to him, this time wrapping my hands around his abdominal area while resting my head on his chest. I breathe in his scent, which has a mixture of cedar and a woodsy aroma. I look up to meet his gaze, squeezing him a little tighter now.
“I want this, Taehyung. I want you” I quietly say before cupping his face. 
He kisses me again, but this time with more assertiveness. It’s as if out of nowhere he had flipped a switch. While he continues to kiss me, he holds my waist as he carefully sits down. 
I was just about to straddle my legs over his when without any warning, he grabs me and carefully lays me flat on the bed as he goes on top of me. 
“I want you too” he says with a lustful look in his gaze, licking his lips before he presses them onto mine.
I can’t help but moan as he’s on top of me,  our bodies barely touching. I wrap my arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer.
He takes a quick look at me with his darkened eyes. I can’t help but place one hand over his cheek before kissing him. 
Our kiss has grown more sloppy, as he now sticks out his tongue into my mouth, looking for mine. 
With one palm planted by my head, he places his other hand under my neck. Our kisses are more passionate than ever, with our tongues not missing a beat.
His hand slowly makes its way from my neck to my shoulder before he interrupts our kissing to have my approval. 
I nod my head and he smiles with his eyes before he plants a kiss on my neck. The way his lips gently touches the sensitive part of my neck sends a shiver throughout my body.
He lifts the hem of my shirt as I lift my lower back up to assist him. He carefully takes off my shirt and tosses it to the other side of the bed. Only leaving my sports bra on. 
He slowly makes a trail of kisses from my forehead, to my lips, to my neck, down to my collarbone. 
I can’t help but moan loudly with each kiss that touches my skin. I feel everything within me, and outwardly too, start to heat up. 
He then starts to lower himself on the bed as he makes way to my breast. He starts to take off my sports bra with my assistance as I lift my upper body off the bed. 
He cups one of my breast in his hand as he begins kissing and sucking on the other. I feel a new wave of sensation throughout my body as I grab hold of some of his hair.
He looks up and smirks at me before moving on to the next breast, while his hand slowly makes its way down to my thigh. 
I can feel my face heating up as well as my core and at this point I can’t help but squirm a little, causing him to chuckle onto my skin. 
He pulls himself off of me for a second before he takes off his shirt, showing off his hidden chiseled abs. My jaw instantly dropping at this new site.
He doesn’t bother to look up at me before taking off my sweats and panties as he starts to rub my thighs. 
He’s at the edge of the bed before completely going down, kneeling. I try to level my breathing, and I can feel my heart beating out of my chest out of nervousness and excitement. 
He starts kissing my inner thigh as I let out another moan when he gently starts to open my folds. He looks up to meet my gaze briefly, before fully committing himself to me.
A rush of sensation fills my very being, from my head to my heat as he starts rubbing and kissing my clit. Unable to control my breathing, I grip his hair again as I uncontrollably moan. 
I can feel his grin against my skin and before I know it, his fingers make their way inside of me. He’s carefully pumping it in and out as he starts to stretch me out, while also paying close attention to my clit with his tongue. 
I can’t help but start to grind my hips against his mouth, basically giving him permission to speed.
He then adds another digit inside of me, at a much faster pace, yet at the same time is being carefully attentive to my clit.
I can feel myself nearing my climax when his sucking intensifies. I continue to grind on him and with his unoccupied hand, he runs it along my inner thigh, helping me reach my climax sooner.
I arch my back as I suddenly reach my climax, slowly riding out my high and letting go of my grip on his hair. He slows down his pace too, carefully kissing me in the right spot to help me finish. 
I wipe off the sweat from my forehead and let out a sigh before he suddenly flips me over on my stomach. 
“You’re all mine” he says in a hot and bothered way. I’m trying to regain my strength before feeling him kiss my lower back. 
I turn around with my head on the bed, trying to look behind me. And I find him completely naked and quietly gasp to myself. He’s bigger than I expected and I suddenly feel nervous but completely excited with the thought of him completely in me. 
He starts to pump himself a couple of times before teasing me as he rubs himself on me. 
And embarrassingly enough, I’m so wet, it only takes a couple of seconds of him rubbing his dick on my heat before his hardened member is wet enough to enter.
He grips my waist with one hand as he guides his dick inside of me, slowly to ease the pain. 
He lets out a deep moan as his tip enters my heat and I can’t help but moan with him. To say his dick feels good inside of me would be an understatement. 
He slips out for a second before putting it back in, going deeper and we both can’t help but moan. 
I arch my back and lift my ass more to help and I can’t help but moan as he slowly starts to fill me up with each thrust. 
“You okay?” He manages to ask, and all I can do is nod and moan. He starts to build his pace, holding tight to my waist. 
The sound of our bodies colliding and the feeling of him inside me has me building up to my second orgasm quickly. 
“I’m not gonna last long” I blurt out, trying to catch my breath. I’ve never been filled like this as each deep thrusts reaches a spot that has never been reached before, causing me to repeatedly moan uncontrollably rolling my eyes back in pleasure. 
I can feel his dick twitching inside of me and I can’t help but grind myself onto him, making him moan as well.
“I’m not gonna last either” he says, trying to catch his breath. I reach down to run my clit to speed things up before we both come undone. 
His grip on my waist becomes so tight that it helps me reach my climax faster than I thought it would. I arch my back again and let out the loudest moan only to feel him suddenly thrusting at a much faster speed. 
I can feel the head of his dick suddenly grow, ready to explode inside of me when he suddenly pulls out before completely coming undone himself, pumping to finish off.
It takes a minute or so for him to finish but in the meantime I collapse on the bed, out of breath, but completely satisfied. 
I’m left speechless on the bed as he makes his way to the bathroom to clean himself off. I can start to feel sore but let out a sigh of contentment. I can’t move just yet, as I close my eyes in satisfaction of what just occurred.
And before I know it, Taehyung comes back, to kiss my forehead before showing off his devilish smirk. “You okay?” He asks. 
And in this moment, with my eyes closed and a huge smile on my face, all I can do is nod. 
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HII THERE!! I’M BACK FOR MORE ASKS IF IT’S OKAY ♥️♥️ any riddle thoughts? :0 HRU BTW
Hello! Welcome back, you're always welcome here! I'm happy to see you here again, and I'm doing relatively decent, considering I'm currently having brainrot over a very specific character that is not from twst. Also tell me why I drafted this and then left without posting and the cut??? moved???
Anyways, I have a little confession to make. I do have Riddle thoughts, but he's honestly my least favorite twst character. You can cancel me for that later. For now, we have HEADCANONS to do!! Once again, this got way out of hand lmao. I remembered to add how I think he might smell this time too, thankfully :)
Uh, anyhow, tw for captivity, abuse, concerning use of magic, enabling behavior, violent descriptions, and other general yandere themes.
+ Okay so despite his general disposition, Riddle feels like he'd be slightly less strict with his darling. Don't misunderstand, he's still strict, but his favoritism shows in little things.
+ If Riddle is infatuated with you, you can get away with a lot more than say, Ace. Ace is not allowed to wear anything yellow on Tuesdays, and loses his head if he does so. You are allowed to drink honey-sweetened lemonade at nine. That kind of thing.
+ This translates in your private life. No one, not even Riddle, can maintain such an uptight persona at all times.
+ Once again, don't get me wrong. Riddle is kind of just like that, but he isn't as uptight as he is in public. Maybe it's your influence.
+ He definitely blames you. You go to bed late, and he likes to pretend that he's in control of your dreams, so he waits for you to fall asleep. He wants to know what's so great about soda, so he buys it for you and drinks half of it before you can have any. (Riddle seems like the type of guy to have grown up with spinach brownies and only mints as far as sweets go, if you know what I mean.)
+ He's definitely happy he's met you. He's even happier that he has you under his thumb, so to speak. He's experiencing so many new, wonderful things, and you're becoming a better person for it, at least in his eyes.
+You're expected to follow the rules, even if you get away with a little bit of bending and breaking here and there. You have to attend every unbirthday and every birthday, every tea party and every croquet game, and you have to be on your best behavior. Otherwise, you're in deep yogurt. More on that in a moment.
+ Uh, anyways, he's very clingy behind closed doors. I imagine if you get close to him, he smells kind of like lemon, pine, and the barest sweet note of strawberry. It's actually pretty nice, and you've started smelling similar since he demands you use his bath products as well.
+ Riddle uses a few pet names for you. Mostly "dear," "darling," "beloved," but less common and only when you're particularly distraught is "rose petal." You're his delicate little rose petal. This is only behind closed doors.
+ By the way, being lovey-dovey in public brings the wrong kind of flush to his face, so if you want to piss him off, feel free to kiss his cheek whenever you're out on one of your privileged walks.
+ Speaking of which! Riddle does get angry with you a LOT. When he's mad, you need to either move quick to diffuse the situation, or accept the impending punishment.
+ He doesn't have mood swings so much as an eager temper, so more often than not he'll just become slightly offended by a little thing you do and then think about it for a little too long.
+ Punishments are sporadic and cruel. They range from being forced to write 100 times on a chalkboard "I will not disobey," to him using his signature spell on you.
+ In the case you're not magic, Off With Your Head feels physically painful. Your limbs feel as though they're made of lead and your skin tingles with something like electricity. For a mage, it's a more emotional feeling of loss, as well as the weight of the collar, but for non-mages, it's like getting your blood forcefully sucked through your skin with a million metal straws, all hooked up to car batteries and conducting electricity.
+ That's not including the weight of the collar, by the way. The collar always leaves a red ring around your neck, a raised, irritated bruise.
+ Riddle has a tendency to not apologize when he's wrong, too, especially to you. He wants to stay the correct person in the room. He can't have you thinking less of him because he didn't like the color you wore and then threw a tantrum because of it.
+ On a completely different note, someone who sees what Riddle puts you through and says jack all is (drumroll, please🥁🥁🥁) you guessed it! Trey Clover, everyone's favorite childless dilf.
+ Trey doesn't let you completely suffer. Sometimes he'll talk Riddle down, and this one time that Riddle lost his temper completely and struck you, Trey was right there with a bag of frozen corn, but other than that?
+ You're on your own, dearest. It's you versus Riddle versus the Twisted world you're stuck in.
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justinmitchellfan · 9 months
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ARIANA GRANDE X MERCEDES VARNADO LOVE STORY SMUT WARNING ⚠️ PART 16 of the continuation of the she's the one love story
Chapter 41 title: catch up
Mercedes point of view
I run my nails between the ears of my furry friend, chuckling a little at the way he presses his head closer to my hand and I then look back to my laptop in front of me "no uhh uhh ,the queen is sleeping and shall not be disturbed as I say to the person who asked about Ariana through the live and more hearts and comments shoot up and I try to read as many as I can "awe I love you too as I smile at the camera "and to answer your question: it's a really bittersweet feeling you know, like with chances tour it sucked saying bye to the people I'd gotten to know but this tour its my baby like it's genuinely my dream so for it to be over in a few days is- it's tough and everyone on the crew:
Backup dancers, light and sound ,all of them they're like this big family and now we're about to part ways ,going from seeing each other almost everyday to who knows when- as I shrug and shake my head as a finisher of my statement and currently we're in San Diego, our last show of tour is tomorrow Night by the bay and these past few weeks have been honestly the same as before, with the addition of a lot more sex. Being engaged has definitely pulled something a lot more needy from me and Ariana and it's safe to say that we haven't gone a night without having sex and on top of that we had a nice break for Thanksgiving
Since we were in Florida already we did it at Joan's house there and I flew my mom and Samia out cause there was no way I was going to celebrate without them and her dad still had a stick up his ass when it came to me and wasn't happy about the news of our engagement but at least he hid his hate towards me for aris sake ,when we were alone however he once again expressed how much he didn't think I was right for her and at this point I'm over it ,I would love for mister butera to like me cause that would make things better for myself and mainly Ariana but since that isn't going to happen, I'm gonna focus on making Ariana happy
We made plans for Christmas with both our families, deciding to go to Alaska since everyone wanted the whole 'white Christmas' and all, the grande women were beyond excited about it, Ariana saying she couldn't wait since she spent most of her Christmases in Florida without the snow so they instantly went to work on finding a place to stay and in summary: we've got things for the next month or two planned and figured out which is equally as anxiety inducing as it is great and there's no need to worry about making last minute plans but it's also the anxiety of knowing it's coming up and thinking of possible incidents and shit and at the end of the day I'm just looking forward to it all
Focusing back on the live, I read some more comments "oh you already know we goin all out for the last show, yalls excitement and support has made all of this so amazing so we feel it's only right, you know, to repay all that love says mercedes and I ask them if they have any specific questions and watch for them and my eyes catch a statement at the bottom about not talking about aris album cause this live Is about my music and I chuckle "nah nah, let's talk about positions, I may be makin my own music and shit but I'm still a huge ari fan says mercedes 'whats your favorite song off positions "ooo that's a good one, all the ones about me, no I'm jokin as I look off in thought
"Ima be honest, I can't choose between my hair, nasty and pov says mercedes and they start to ask why so I explain "i mean this whole album is obviously very personal and in a way we're used to ari being so open with us since sweetener you know but it's like, there's this honest vulnerability in my hair, nasty, and pov and- says mercedes and Myron stands and walks straight across my lap ,blocking my face from the camera and I pat his side while moving him off of me then look back at the screen "yeah but um , alongside what yall are aware of about the album and what I saw personally, those songs just hit different, I love em as I see some comments mentioning that those songs are in fact about me and I laugh
"Well I mean, you aren't wrong, for real though, I don't hardly deserve- says mercedes "don't finish whatever it is you're about to say says Ariana and with wide eyes, I look away from the camera to my girl ,she's standing at the bedroom door, in one of my shirts and some biker shorts, her arms crossed with a glare on her face and I smile at her "hey baby says mercedes and she marches over ,hands on her hips "you were about to discredit yourself and everything you've given me and done for me says Ariana and before I can tell her we're live ,she cups my face in her hands "you deserve every word of every song I've ever written about you says Ariana as her lips are on mine
A hum of suprise leaves my lips as I kiss back, raising my hand to the obe she has on my cheek, it lasts a decent minute before we pull away and I chuckle "I'm live right now as I whisper to her and her eyebrow raises "and" as if furthering her point of not caring and she turns around and plops into my lap, Instantly freezing, she turns her head, looking back at me with curiosity and new lust in her eyes and I just shake my head, a smirk on my lips that I can even fight, silently telling her not to say anything....yet ,so she turns around and waves at the camera with a smile and a bunch of hearts and comments pop up, all showing love for Ariana and our relationship
I wrap my arms around her waist, burying my face in her face and Arianas hand runs up my back "I was asleep but she always leaves me in the middle of naps so I didn't stay that way for long says Ariana "oh baby I'm sorry as I look up "you looked tired and I couldn't go back to sleep so I let you get some rest as I explain myself "I won't leave next time, promise as I press light kisses to her cheek and she giggles, covering her smile with her hand and her fingers lightly scratch my neck as she mumbles a quiet yay then she moves to stand but I don't want to let her go yet so I tighten my arms around her "baby says Ariana as she whines "let go, I'll be right back, I'm just hungry says Ariana
"Fine as I unwrap my arms from her, watching her walk off to the kitchen before looking back at the screen, smiling at all the comments telling us how cute we are and ignoring the ones that say some pretty hateful shit. Why come into my live if you goal is to talk shit about me and my girl, no one asked you to join "people kill me bruh as I chuckle humorlessly and suddenly a name pops up ,requesting to go live with me, i smile excitedly and let her in "aaaaaaaaah wassup bitch says cardi as she exclaims "ayyyyye Cardix what's up Mamas as my smile brightens when I see the little girl that crawls into her lap "kulture as my exclamation catches her attention "wassup pretty lady as I wave at her
The comments keep coming, people loving the fact that cardi is in this live and kulture shouts my name, leaning closer to the camera to wave back and I joke around with kulture for a minute before cardi sends her off then we start talking ,people keep asking us for another collab and I tease them like always saying 'we'll see' and stuff like that and admittedly, over this whole tour with everything that's happened I've been writing music non fucking stop and I do indeed have something in the works for me and cardi, as well as some songs for Bieber, Megan, G and Ari and with there only being one show left before its over ,I'm super eager to start on this new music
In the middle of us talking about random shit, me telling her that I'm about to add some more jewelry to the little I have already, Ariana comes back and her presence makes cardi get hype again and I can't even keep up with the amount of people commenting how blessed this live is "girl you got that newl engaged glow and shit as cardi tells Ariana, she's joking but she's serious and a blush rises on Arianas face qnd I smile at that, she shakes her head , a bright smile forming on her lips that I fall in love with all over again then she replies "girl it's just a happy glow you know says Ariana and cardi holds her tounge out "ahhh, bitch I know, you got a real one right there, she wifin you up ,next thing you know you gon have a bun in the oven says cardi
While the comments light up with excitement, I just chuckle, a bit of a hopeful smile on my face, I don't want to rush anything with Ariana, our love Is a forever thing, we got all the time in the world so I'm just trying to take everything one day at a time with her but thinking about it, I am excited at the idea of having a family with her. A year and a half ago I never would've even thought of marriage, I was just focused on making something of my music, now I've got ari and I can't help but think of my future with her, she's the live of my life and there's no one that could make me happier "you heard my songs so you know how I feel about that says Ariana and the lyrics literally play in my head ,her voice and all
If I put it quite plainly, just gimme them babies and with a shake of my head I say "ight, let's save the baby talk for now cause I actually need to get gone, got some stuff I want to do with my off time as I smile at the camera "thank you everybody for joinin me, had a lot of fun wit yall crazy asses ,cardi we'll talk, love you ,peace as I end the live with a peace sign and I shut the laptop and stand up, then turning to Ariana and hovering over her, my hands rest on the back of the couch at each side of her head and she trails her eyes over my body and up to my eyes, a smirk on her face, raising a hand, she runs it up my chest to my neck
"You wanna go put a baby in me says Ariana as her words are spoken so seductively I almost miss everything that's wrong about that statement and blinking, I open and close my mouth a couple times trying to gather my thoughts, finally I shake my head "biologically, I can't do that as i mumble, watching the way her tounge runs across her lips "doesn't mean you can't fuck me like that says Ariana as her smirk remains and u just groan and I lean down, pulling her body into mine so that her legs wrap around my waist and pick her up and she crashes her lips onto mine as I walk us back to the bedroom, completely lost in it, she sucks my tounge into her mouth and I moan
Laying her down, I grind my hips down and she let's out a breathy sigh, her eyes find mine and I already know what she's thinking "so are you- says Ariana "packing, yes as I clear my throat "I don't know I felt like I wanted to and I've had it on all day, I kind of like it as my sudden nervousness makes it very hard to maintain eye contact. When I considered packing, it was a couple days ago, at first it was simply because me and ari have been having a bunch of sex and I wanted to be prepared or whatever but I found myself feeling a lot more comfortable with having something done there than without it
I ended up doing some research on it cause I was second guessing myself about the curiosity and two because I wasn't sure if there was a proper way to do it or whatever, turns out there a shit load of people, of all ages, who experiment with packing and some of them do it for sexual reasons, others for gender identity reasons and some find that they don't like it at all and there is indeed a proper way to pack for everyday reasons and after figuring a little of it out for myself, in my head and in general, I'd purchased a few things suggested for beginners and it took me a minute to build up the courage to try the everyday packing stuff
Today was that day, so after my nap and shower I stepped into a pair of packing underwear, adjusted the packer and then pulled on a grey pair of sweats and noticing that I got lost in my own thoughts, Ariana tilts her head to the side "hey mercedes says Ariana as she scoots closer, her hands reaching up to grab mine "baby what's wrong, you've packed before and I'm more than okay with it, I like it says Ariana "I just- I don't know, I'm not entirely sure about it cause I didn't do it for sexual reasons I guess "running a hand over my face, I Take a deep breath and stand up straight "it's not like the straps I pack with, it's a packer, um- like it's limp to give the facade of a bulge you know, having something between my legs says mercedes
Arianas eyes are as soft as I've ever seen, she stands up and wraps me in a hug, a kiss presses to the side of my neck "baby I'm one hundred percent supportive of you exploring your identity or just doing it for fun or whatever this is says Ariana while pulling away and cupping my face, she says "I love you, all of you, even the parts you haven't figured out yet says Ariana. How in the absolute fuck have I gotten so lucky, to find a woman that's so goddamn understanding and loving and supportive and just so fucking special, to somehow get her to fall in love with me, to agree to marry me "God I don't deserve you as I shake my head with a disbelieving chuckle "I love you so much says mercedes
She leans up and kisses me, her lips soft against mine, the whole thing projects love in a way that we're both all too familiar with but does however switch pace, falling back into the heat of the moment it had been when we first came in here and by the time my lips are making the newly exposed skin of her stomach, my phone starts ringing, I'm fully prepared to ignore it and fuck my girl as asked but its incessant and it's a ring tone that's specific to my best friend and groaning, I get off of her and pull my phone from my pocket "Anthony as I say with a sickly sweet tone "the biggest cock block of all time, how may I help you my friend says mercedes
"Should've known ya ass was havin sex instead of gettin ready ,not only did you forget about lil Ole me, you forgot we have appointments at the shops says Anthony and he's right, I almost completely forgot I wanted to get a new tattoo today "damn you right my bad uh as I check the time on my phone, luckily still having an hour "imma be ready in fifteen says mercedes and he scoffs "we'll see, also court said to tell ari to meet her in our room says Anthony "okay says mercedes and with that I hang up and toss my phone on the bed "so I hate to leave us both horny but I do have an appointment at the tattoo shop and both of our best friends want us says mercedes
Ariana raises an eyebrow "you're getting another tattoo says Ariana and mercedes nods "yes ma'am and it's a suprise so you'll have to wait to see it says mercedes and her pout appears "but I want to know now, I know you have a picture or something says Ariana and I most certainly do "show me says Ariana as she whines "nope, not till later says mercedes and with that I go over to my suitcase and dig out something to wear ,the whole time Ariana complains about knowing what my tattoo is before I get it and once I'm done getting dressed, I check myself in the mirror and can feel eyes on me the whole time "I can still see it says Ariana and when I look at her in the mirror I find that her eyes are focused on the bulge in my pants "how big is it says Ariana
Looking down, I can indeed see the bulge "I'm pretty sure it's about six inches but the website said it was small, I guess this is supposed to be pretty average as I shrug, turning around to face her "so do you have a harness on or- says Ariana and I shake my head "boxer briefs ,it's uh it in there basically like how guys dicks are, except it's held in place by the cloth attached to the boxers so I could pull it over the top of the boxers or whatever says mercedes and she nods slowly, seemingly done with her questions, not that I mind, in a way I'm glad she's asking, we're both learning it and getting used to it at the same time "hey as I go over in front of her "thank you for being so understanding about this says mercedes
Standing up, she wraps her arms around my neck "you don't have to thank me baby, I'm your fiance and like I said, I love all of you says Ariana "I love hearing you say you're my fiance as I smile, kissing her lightly "I love being your fiance but I'm gonna love being your wife says Ariana as she adds the last part as a whisper against my lips and with one more quick kiss, I sit beside her to pull my shoes on "as soon as we're both ready, I figure we can plan for the wedding at our own pace and when all our shit has calmed down and we agree that the time is right, we walk down the aisle says mercedes and her eyes wander as she thinks about it then she nods "I like that idea, we don't have to rush, for anybody including ourselves says Ariana
"Exactly as I slap my hands against my thighs and stand up " alright I should go before Anthony comes to find me, Courtney says to go to her room for whatever reason and I will text you sporadically says mercedes "okay, I love you says Ariana as she pouts and I lean in to kiss her goodbye which makes her smile and I tell her I love her too on my out and she shouts bye and taking the elevator down to the lobby, I scan the building for Anthony and find him sitting on the couches "ight I'm ready as I approach him and he stands up instantly, eyes still on his phone "everything good G says mercedes
Anthony looks up, head moving in a so-so type way "kind of, member Ole boy I told you bout, the one I wanted you to work with a few months ago says Anthony and mercedes nods, the conversation pausing as we climb into the car then Anthony continues "yeah so he's a Lil bummed out cause his EP didn't do all that well except fa like one song and I been tryin to tell him that it's just how this works you know says Anthony, damn right I do, all the songs on my ep didn't do that well, hell some of the songs on my album ain't even that big, it's hit and miss sometimes and it's not that the songs are bad it's just about the people listening to them, people are complex so a song you think would resonate with somebody just won't with another, that's just how it goes
"Shit as I adjust the way I'm sitting "give him one of yo famous pep talks so he can get his ass back in the studio, long as he keeps makin music and remember why he doin it should be cool. And if need be, I'll work with him on somethin, maybe a feature will help says mercedes and he agrees, mumbles that I'm right, that conversation continues for the rest of the drive even though we've both been going through this journey together its been different experiences and with Anthony being a manager and me an artist we have different stuff to handle and react to, in the end though we both have our own ups and downs and we make it to the tattoo shop just barely in time for our appointment so we have to make quick work of discussing our designs with the artists and getting into the chairs
With mine being at my side and being fairly big ,I'm in the chair for a few hours, Anthony definitely finishes before me, him having gotten a stop watch on his chest right over his heart with momma Dee's death date in Roman numerals around the edges as well as the date of his and Courtney's engagement and it spoke to how precious and important time is and looks dope as hell and the second my tattoo is finished, we pay and head out ,going to the mall and I slip on a pair of all black glasses, it's not like it's going to completely disguise me but it'll work a little and the first store we go to is a jewelry store and I've been meaning to get more ice so I do and what I do get isn't a lot, in my opinion, me and Anthony get matching Westside chains and I get Ariana a pearl shaped diamond necklace
She doesn't need it but I like buying my baby stuff and I get three pairs of earrings, two rings and four chains, one in honor of kobe,other than the one with Anthony and the total is a Lil steep but it's worth it and after we pay we head to a shoe store "dawg that's exactly what I was sayin in the beginnin as my hand lands on Anthony's shoulder as we walk "pussy been on tap since I hit a knee and I'm lovin it says mercedes and his eyebrows raise "you too, no shit thought it was just court, I been drownin in that bitch and it's every night too like fuck, had I known proposin was gon turn her into a damn hurricane I woulda did it sooner says Anthony as he jokes and we both laugh
Clearly, Anthony and Courtney have been having nonstop sex just like me and Ariana "she's been more needy, like not even sexually speakin but just in general, wantin to do everything together, holdin tighter and shit when yall cuddle as I ask turning into the footlocker and nodding he says "yep but I have been too not gon lie, just earlier we was layin on the couch and she got hungry but I be damned if I let her go so I just went wit her ass, kept my arms around the whole time says Anthony "I feel you bro, girly got me wrapped around her finger on everything and it's like she not even takin advantage of it I mean she is but not in a negative way, some chick's they get you like that and straight up manipulate yo ass but ari is just, she loves it as much as I do and she- says mercedes
Anthony cuts me off "don't wear you out, she appreciates that she has all of you but not usin you or some shit says Anthony "Exactly as I exclaim, mindful of my surroundings and we stop about halfway into The store, a couple articles of clothing in our hand "on some true simp shit though as I look up and we make eye contact "I'd give anything for court without hesitation says Anthony as he confesses and I agree instantly and I would give legit anything for Ariana and I'm not in any way ashamed to admit it, I don't know how healthy it is to need somebody else the way that I need Ariana but I'm too far gone to be able to change that
Stopping in front of some shoes, I scan the wall while I talk "I was live earlier and cardi joined, brought up kids while she was talkin wit Ariana and I got this excited ass feelin bro, I ain't ever, in my life thought about havin kids ,it's not that I don't want them they just never seemed- says mercedes "like somethin you needed as he finishes and I nod and really quick, I flag down a worker and ask for the unc off- white Jordan 1s and the wheat high tops and Anthony asks for some shoes too and when the guy walk away I continue "but yeah, exactly, she makes me want all that shit and I know I already got half of it with her, you know the house, the career, the forever love but damn as I shake my head
"I ain't ever think I was gon need to have a family like that you know says mercedes "I get it, me and court haven't talked about kids in a minute but we both want them, this engagement does have me thinkin bout startin a family, it ain't gon be no time soon or nothin but I want that with her for sure says Anthony and after having tried the shoes on, making sure they fit and they look good, we head towards the register and just as expected, the glasses don't do the best job, the girl in front of us literally freezes when she hears my voice, the scanner in her hand starts to shake as she looks up at me and it takes a hot second for her to realize that it is indeed me
"Oh my God you're- says the girl "trying not to be found as I cut her off ,giving her a charming smile I say "I'll sign whatever you want but please no pictures, I'm just tryna have a chill day you know says mercedes and her face drops and even though I don't owe her anything, I feel a little bad "you got any socials says mercedes and her eyes find a sparkle and she nods so she gets some receipt paper and I sign that before following her Instagram and Twitter "thanks for all your support, it means a lot as I smile once again while we grab our bags and then we leave out and we decide to pick up dinner on the way back to the hotel and on the way to the Ramen place I call my mom and Sam and As promised I have been calling way more, almost every day when I get the chance and I plan to follow through with visiting more once tour Is over
Our conversation with them is full of banter, momma scoldin all of us when we get too loud and exchange information about what we've all been doing, thanks to how much I've been working and sending to my mom, she's able to work less hours so she and Sam have been doing a bunch of stuff: having mommy daughter dinners and shopping trips and going on drives and I'm glad that I've been able to provide for my family and I know my dad is proud as fuck that his kid is taking care of herself and his wife ,hell Samia too,sometimes I think about how close he and Sam would be if he were still alive and I just know he'd treat her like his princess and as we pull up to the hotel, we say goodbye to my mom and Sam, lettin them know we love them and we'll see them soon and then head inside
For the most part we don't talk about shit while we head up ,our conversation meaningless for the most parts as we talk about the football season, me and Anthony play basketball but we're more football fans and once on our floor, we part ways with a 'see ya' and a head nod and go into our rooms and since Ariana isn't back yet ,no doubt caught up in whatever she and Courtney are doing, I make the most of this little alone time ,I get some candles set up on the dining table, set the food out along with some glasses and wine, then set her necklace and the hoodie I got on her coffee table between some more candles
I give a satisfied nod when I'm done and head into the bedroom to change, switching the packer out for aris favorite strap making sure it's not sticking straight up or nothing and covering it with some grey Nike sweat shorts and i finally pull on a black Nike tee and just as I'm slipping on my slides Ariana cones in ,her sweet voice calling my name in curiosity and amusement "hello my queen as I greet her walking into the main area of the hotel where she stands, she's still wearing what she had on earlier but she looks so incredibly sexy or maybe I'm just horny and she looks from all the stuff to me with a little smile "what is all this for says Ariana and mercedes shrugs "you says mercedes and walking closer
I take her hand and guide her over to the table, pulling the chair out for her "an Impromptu dinner date for the most amazing woman to walk the earth as I kiss her cheek and seat myself "you never cease to suprise me says Ariana as she shakes her head "I try sats mercedes and after pouring her a glass of wine and myself a vodka and cranberry, we eat and talk and once we're done we go over to the couch and sitting next to her, I gently take her glass and set it on the coffee table "before you say anything, I know you didn't ask for anything and that's cause you don't have to, I will buy you what I want to when I want to cause I like treating you says mercedes
With that and a playfull eye roll from her, I pick up the velvet box the necklace is in and the hoodie that's in wrapping paper, she unwraps the hoodie first and smiles "this is sweet, though I perfer to take your hoodies says Ariana dead serious "I know and I'll probably wear it from time to time, consider it our hoodie says mercedes and Ariana laughs at that, shaking her head, and then opening the necklace, the inside of her eyebrows raise, brown eyes softening at the sight of it "mercedes its beautiful says Ariana cupping my cheek in her hand, she turns my face to her and kisses me sweetly "I love it, thank you baby says Ariana and I kiss her again "anything for you but-" as i stand up Moving in front of her she looks up at me "there are two more gifts but you gotta unwrap me to find them says mercedes
Her eyebrow raises and she stands as well, the first thing she does is kiss me, her hands trailing from my neck down to the bottom of my shirt, slowly she pulls it up, breaking the kiss to take it off me with my help and then her eyes widen "mercedes, oh my God says Ariana as her hand comes up to cover her mouth as she looks at my side and it's still wrapped but since it's clear wrapping she cansee it pretty well "we once said that we wouldn't get each other's names tattooed anywhere but you know what my tattoos mean and with us taking yet another step into our relationship, I had to get something else that stood for you, pearls are your thing and if I remember correctly these are your favorite flowers so as I trail off, gauging her expression the entire time
She runs her fingers over the tattoo gently "when did you even come up with this says Ariana as her voice Is an amazed whisper and mercedes chuckles "on the flight from Florida after Thanksgiving, you were sleeping on me and looked so damn cute, your hand was on my chest and every time the sun came through the window it made your ring sparkle says mercedes and an adoring sigh falls from her lips and she moves her hand on the sides of my neck ,pulling me down so our foreheads meet, she says "I love you so fucking much says Ariana "and I love you too baby says mercedes
We share a passionate kiss, her tounge running across my bottom lip as she pulls away, her breathing is a little uneven but she still asks "and where's the last gift says Ariana as the look In her eyes let's me know she has a decent guess of what and where the last gift is "you gon have to keep unwrapping me for that one as my tone is teasingly seductive and she giggles softly and slowly, she trails her nails down my abdomen, leaving a tingling sensation down my body with her actions and then hooks her fingers into the waistband of my shorts ,with her eyes trained on the much bugger bulge down there, she bites her lip and starts to pull me back toward the bedroom. God I love being engaged
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#5
I just dreamed the newest Tumblr meme was posting pictures of baroque art with your estimation of how long it would take you to destroy said piece of art, frequently along with very aggressive assertions that your guess was exactly right down to the second...what the fuck, sleeping me?
29 notes - Posted June 16, 2022
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Psst. Do you like white mochas? Do you not want to give Starbucks money right now because they're a bunch of union busting assholes? 'Cause I got something special just for you.
I have reverse engineered the ingredient list I remember off their white mocha bottles from when I worked there, and made it about ten times better, and it is mad easy to make at home.
YOU'RE GONNA WANT:
A bar of good quality white chocolate; Ghirardelli's baking bars are fantastic for this. Look for something that's mostly cocoa butter.
About 3-4 tablespoons of sweetened condensed milk
About a tablespoon of heavy cream
About a tablespoon of boiling water
A dash of salt
Break the white chocolate up and put it into a small microwave-safe container. Microwave it on high for 30 second intervals, stirring between each one, until it's good and melted.
Drop 3 or 4 tablespoons of sweetened condensed milk in there. It's not an exact measurement because let's be honest, that stuff's hard to measure.
Start mixing.
It will immediately seize into a solid mass and you'll think I'm fucking with you after all. This is normal. Chocolate is an incredibly weird emulsion and this is just how the chocolate do when it sees a water molecule! Stir until it's at least a uniform solid mass, and then add a tablespoon of boiling water. The hotter the better.
After a little bit it'll unseize and abruptly turn smooth again. If it doesn't, hit it with another teaspoon of boiling water and it will.
Add that tablespoon of heavy cream and mix in. You can even make it two tablespoons if you want. I'm not the boss of you.
Add a dash of salt to taste. I'm a two-dash kinda person myself, because it counters how much sugar is in it. Which is a lot.
And boom. That's it. You now have white mocha sauce comparable to any coffee chain's brand except actually it's way better. Store it covered in the fridge, it'll keep a while but it's probably best to use it within the week since it's got fresh dairy ingredients.
Can it be made vegan? Probably but you'd have to find white chocolate with no dairy additives to start with, and then sweetened condensed non-dairy milk if that exists, and probably use coconut cream, and I dunno I haven't tried at all so you're on your own for that if you want to experiment.
Anyway, enjoy your white mocha sauce, fuck Starbucks, union strong. ✊🏻
65 notes - Posted July 15, 2022
#3
Annual petition to put thorn and eth back in the alphabet. Icelandic gets ðem, why can't we have nice þings too.
92 notes - Posted September 27, 2022
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Feminist spaces are currently pretty hostile to men, particularly those who want to talk about what they face under patriarchy, and who want to participate without being pressured to self-flagellate or allow themselves to be a target for other people's unrelated frustrations.
Oh, there it is. There's why I hate it so much when someone's like "all men are dogs" or whatever right to my face, and even more angry when they say, "shut up and don't argue with me because you should know I don't mean you, but you're being part of the problem now."
If they so obviously don't mean to include me, are they saying then that I'm not a man? I'll fucking fight. And it is NEVER, EVER "part of the problem" for a trans person to deny someone the ability to talk shit about them on the basis of their gender.
It's not my job to be a punching bag for shit I didn't do. There's certainly things I'll accept that I've been complicit in, even if it was through ignorance. That, however, is not one of them.
(Emphasis mine, text from a post by nothorses that I didn't want to hijack just to make a personal point on.)
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A Different Sort Of Sweet.
I had searched the markets and picked out things that perhaps looked fun to try, to hope she would find some of them pleasing. There is always some fondness, going on a picnic...
Even in the evening, Thavnair's almost impermeable heat had scarcely dulled, though the faint breeze brought out the scent from the flower field the couple now walked through. Picnic basket in tow, took beneath the crook of his arm, and Sayuri's hand in the other, Eir gazed over the field with a pleased sigh. "…Any preference to where we sit? By a tree, perhaps? Would you like the view from a hilltop, or the comfort of a valley? The stars will be visible either way… As will the Moon." A wide grin is offered with his quip, looking over his shoulder to Sayuri.
Sayuri's fingers rested between his own, her hand keeping a gentle hold of his as she wandered alongside him - gaze trailing across the rows of flowers before seeking its way up to Eir once his voice graced her ears. She met him with a soft smile and a tilt of her head, a low, thoughtful hum leaving her as she considered the options. Their visit to the crucible had seemingly done good for the Seeker, who had slept easier since - and even on the now rare sun she hadn't, there had been no violent bursts of pain along with whatever ice had opted to emerge.
"The shade of the tree will likely be more pleasant for you.. On a hill? That will let us see more.." Her voice trails, eyes narrowing into the faintest squint at his quip. ".. Careful, or the Moon may go get a fancy headdress with one of those veils she keeps seeing around." She smirks.
"It will matter not, by the time of nightfall. But i suppose it will be nice to rest against." He agrees, taking the uphill path to the small overlook. Her reply brings a small frown to his lips, though it's a playful one. "You would hide from me?" He makes an effort to sound hurt. "How am i supposed to kiss you…?"
"You know best, considering.." She hums, keeping her smirk at his little frown. "With difficulty!" She grins, laughing softly. ".. In locations that isn't my face works too."
"Oh? I had not realised we were going to dine on persimmons this eve…" He trails, but the loft of his brow and the lilt of his words contains more than a little mischief. Still, to sweeten his words, he briefly turns to lean down, bringing the back of her hand to his lips. "I know just the place we can sit, if the tree is still there. I have slept beneath it a time or twenty…"
A snort of amusement leaves her at his words, head shaking. ".. Had that been the plan, we would likely have stayed in." She muses, smiling as his lips meet her hand - making her fingers squeeze his in return. "… A time or twenty."
"…Running errands in the hot sun was exhausting work, especially with a sickly child at home. On particularly poor nights, i rarely slept… So often caught up here, on my lunch break." He climbs the hill; the path was not well formed, and not well walked judging by the lack of wear. "…The view from there is lovely, when we get to it. Lovelier still for you being there."
It does not look any different than the last i walked this path. Perhaps it is still unknown to most; though i suppose sleeping outside is not perhaps so preferred by others. Suppose of the very few holdovers Golmore had of me, being eternally outside was the most appealing of it all. Perhaps why leaving Bozja and finding myself without so much as a coin to my name was not quite so daunting as it could have seemed. There is some... Invigoration, to being outside. ...Though i have grown partial to the comfort of a room.
".. Sometimes I forget that you have been a parent." She glances at him, treading the path just slightly behind him, hand still in his. ".. Pfft." The huff is her only response to his compliment, the smallest of pouts settling on her lips.
"It was something i did not think possible, considering. Unexpected thought it was, and… Difficult in ways, it was extremely rewarding. Though… I do not think it would be something i would wish for again…" He turns his head to look at her, and upon spotting the flicker of a pout… Opts to blow her a kiss, rather than lean and kiss her, for fear of loosing his footing, dropping the basket, or both. It could wait… At least for a little.
".. There might have been a problem, if you had wished to be. Considering.. I cannot." She pauses, tilting her ears back a touch. ".. Sure. Taking in a parentless child is an option, but.. I would not wish myself as a parent on any child." She half-laughs, poking her tongue out as the blown kiss is sent her way.
"You would rise to the task of being a fine mother, of that i am sure. Woe betide anyone who laid a finger on that child." Eir huffs a small laugh, before it moves to something softer. "…But i would not wish the stress and difficulties of parenthood on you, when you already have so much to contend with. I love you for you. Not for what you can or can not provide me." Summitting the hill, there's a small treeline before the forest thickens proper, a few perched upon the overlook. Eir makes his way to a particularly old looking tree; the trunk curved at the base ever so slightly, providing plenty of encouragement for lounging.
".. Sure. I'd protect it. Violently." She pauses, tilting her head. ".. I am not so sure I can offer it the other kinds of support it needs." A moment of silence hangs around her, features visibly contorting into mild distress at whatever thought graced her before she shakes her head in refusal of it. Her gaze settles on Eir, lips curling into a small smile. "Well, you already knew I couldn't have one before we married, so.. I figured you wouldn't suddenly turn around and be upset with me that I couldn't." A weak laugh leaves her, hand squeezing his.
Even if Sayuri were able, willing to have a child... I do not know if i could go through that grief again. Lilya was a surprise. A happy one. Outliving B'nhara was difficult enough... But i did overcome, even though it took me decades to do so. I do not think it will be any easier when... It happens again. But i do not think i could outlive another child. There is something about seeing them so small, to having them grow and grey before you while i scarcely age... No. I could not do that again. Asides, we are more than happy as we are, and i could wish for nothing more.
"Of course not. I am glad i had the experience, but… I do not think it would be one i could repeat. Asides. I am more than happy with all we have, now." Setting the basket down, he takes out a blanket, tucking it beneath his arm. "…Here? It is a fair place to watch the sun set. We can see the lights of the city, too…"
"As am I." She smiles, eyes shifting around the area to quietly judge it before nodding to him. "It is a good spot, I'd say."
"…It is quiet… Peaceful." The blanket is unfurled at the base of the tree, and the basket scooted over to perch on it. Eir himself slowly lowers down, and takes the small bundle of food from the wicker… Before pulling out two pillows; one each. "…I could not bring them all. But i thought you would at least like to be comfortable." He beams.
Sayuri eyes him curiously, head slowly canting to the side. ".. As if I won't be leaning on you for most of the night, love." She snickers. "I will be very comfortable."
"Hah, i should hope so. You seem to prefer leaning on me anyway, but you always seem happier with pillows in your presence." Eir shuffles back a little, extending an arm out. "…We can watch the sunset together. Then the stars. Then… suppose we can stay here. Or take a slow walk back to our room. Whatever we find fitting in the time." Opening the small bundle of food, allowing small, bite-sized things of many descriptions to unfurl, he glances to her. "…What to try first?"
"I could have a thousand pillows, and none of them would make me happy if you were not with me." She pouts, sinking onto the blanket and dropping herself, gently, directly into Eir's embrace. ".. Mmh? Maybe we'll just stay here.. Sleep under the stars." She hums, nestling herself against him and peering at the bundle. ".. You tell me. I don't know what half of these things are."
"I would like that…" Eir murmurs, pressing a kiss to her cheek… And then, noticing she was pouting, one to her lips, where he lingers for some time before he eventually pulls away. "That is part of the fun of it. First… Let us try… This." A vibrant orange fruit no bigger than a grape is plucked up by Eir's fingertips. "It has been some time since i ate one. Have you tried a kumquat before?"
She lingers in the kiss, raising a hand to gently brush a cool thumb along his cheek in the process, smiling once they part. Her gaze shifts to the fruit, one ear lofting ever so slightly. ".. I.. do not think so."
Leaning his cheek against the affectionate caress of her hand, Eir's smile broadens, a pleased sigh leaving his lips. "Think of it like a very small, sweet orange. You can eat the skin, too." Rather than wait for her to take it with her hands, he offers it to her that she might easily take it with her teeth, instead.
She eyes it curiously, briefly glancing to Eir before leaning forwards to very, very carefully, capture it with her teeth.
Eir slowly pushes the fruit to her lips, and when she has it, seeks out another fruit for himself. "…They are sweeter than i remember. Pleasant, though… I remember peeling them the first time i saw them. Thought they were the tiniest oranges i had ever seen. What do you think?"
Sayuri quietly chews on the fruit, head tilted as she considers it for a moment, shoulders eventually drawing into a faint shrug. "Hm. They're okay. There are other things I'd pick over it, but if I was offered one I wouldn't be unhappy about it."
"A fair assessment. We do not know if you do not try, hm?" The next thing he picks up is small and savory; fried and spiced dough in a vibrant yellow. "I… I do not know what these are called, but they smell good." He offers one to her in much the same way, seeming to enjoy doting on her in such a manner. "…Do let me know when you have had enough to eat."
Calling her a princess is as good as a death sentence; or at least a sharp glare. ...But that does not mean i cannot treat her like one, even in my own little way...
She takes this offering in the same way she did the first, carefully grasped with her teeth while comfortably resting herself against Eir.
As usual, Eir takes a piece for himself. "…Hm. It is… Doughy. Filling, and better warm, i think. But not unpleasant." He glances to her for her thoughts on the matter. "I did bring something to drink, if you would like? I have… A pineapple juice, and a mango juice. You pick. I like both of them." He can't seem to keep his lips from her for a moment, smiling as he presses a small kiss to the crown of her hair.
Sayuri lingers in a brief pause, shoulders shifting into yet another little shrug, not seeming all too certain about her own opinion for the snack. Her ears twitch briefly, a low hum leaving her. "..Pineapple." She murmurs, leaning herself closer to him as his lips press against her head.
Rummaging in the basket, Eir pulls out a bottle labelled with only a small drawing of the fruit, uncorking it to offer to her, a small, amused chuckle in his wake. "…I enjoy this. Doting on you. Hand feeding you things…"
She accepts the bottle, offering Eir a small squint. "..I will allow it. This time." She smirks, raising the bottle to sip from it. A tiny sparkle in her eyes may suggest that she's enjoying the doting more than she would ever admit.
"Just this time?" Eir asks, offering a small playful pout. "What about next time? What if i ask you nicely?" He widens his eyes, blinking slowly, something akin to a sad puppy. "…I cannot spoil you with coin. This is one of the only ways i know how…"
She pauses, giving him a prolonged stare in silence. "… We will talk about that when the time arises."
His pout almost turns a little sulking, then. "…But i like spoiling you…" He murmurs, plucking up a small wrapped paper box no bigger than the palm of his hand. Opening it, inside rests a single, chocolate covered rolanberry. He offers it to her, much the same as the rest. "…Do not tell Bexy."
She grins, leaning herself over to press her lips against his cheek. "We will talk about it when the time arises." She repeats, nudging her forehead against him gently before leaning back to peer towards the rolanberry. ".. Oh, she would be jealous." She snickers, leaning over to gently catch the fruit between her teeth.
"…She would. Chocolate covered rolanberries she might be able to get, but she will not be getting them hand fed to her on a cosy Thavnairian evening…" Eir is still sulking somewhat at Sayuri's words, and notably, he'd only gotten the one rolanberry for her. Still, he fights to hide it as he murmurs into her hair, arm pulling her that bit closer.
"I'm sure she and Laurent could have a pleasant night together where he fed her rolanberries." She smirks, head turning slightly to peer in his direction. A hand raises, curving around to let her finger lightly poke at his cheek.
"…Probably, if they have not already. But it will not be here in Thavanair." He states. Her prodding finger brings his face from out of it's hiding spot in her hair. "…Mm?" He glances to the offending digit, pausing a moment to then quickly kiss the tip of it.
"You're sulking." She states in return, lightly wiggling the kissed finger.
"…No i am not." Eir replies, head inclining a little. He shuffles to better look at her, propped up on an elbow. "I am pouting. It is different." She was, of course, right, not that he'd admit it. "I suppose i will have to make the most of spoiling you this eve, hm?"
"You are both sulking and pouting, my love." She tilts her head, peering at him. ".. Perhaps."
"…Perhaps just a little. I know i cannot always have what i want." He leans in to kiss her, a softer, lingering thing. "…But i will be waiting for next time, should there ever be one. For now, however…" He plucks out a persimmon… Or at least, that's what it looked like. Small and delicate, it was clearly some form of candy. "…It is not an actual persimmon, but i thought you would appreciate it."
".. Mmhm? And what is it you want, hm? To dote on me?" She murmurs, meeting his lips with her own to return the kiss. Her gaze draws to the 'persimmon', a small snicker leaving her. ".. I appreciate anything you do."
"Well that… Varies entirely on context…" Eir murmurs, before adding, "…I like doting on you. I am no great protector, nor do i have so much coin. So… I like to dote. Whether it is bandaging your wounds, or braiding your hair, or hand-feeding you little treats on a Thavnairian sunset…" The 'persimmon' is held aloft as the sun begins to sink into the horizon, as the sky begins to tinge much the same colour as the treat. "…I like to dote on you. I enjoy it. I… Hope you do too."
The night was a pleasant one. We stayed long until after sunset, after the stars had drawn across the night sky, and until the moon followed, trying all kinds of pleasantries. Moments like these... I have never prayed to many Gods. But if there would be more, i will thank them.
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long ask anon!!! if ur out there!!! thank u for recommending peanut butter with my banana smoothie. i think i like this. it adds something to the taste of what would just be straight banana otherwise
#i went to go say long anon again#it's like ask is your middle name#and i keep forgetting to say it because who says middle names sdjhfskdjhfs#ever since you said peanut butter i was like okay...i want to try....#but i also have a healthy fear of my blender and i didn't trust myself to figure it out#so i found a recipe#kinda. i only kind of followed it#they said yoghurt and i don't have any dairy free yoghurt rn so...#anyway#i did a cup of almond milk (it might've been more like 3/4). a cup of frozen banana slices. a tablespoon of nutty butty. and a lil bit of#maple syrup. just on top#the recipe said so and i was like okay? i guess? i don't really like maple syrup i like golden syrup but i'll trust the process#i can see why now. it's just a little sweetener. it's nice without being too overpowering#nutty butty is peanut butter for the record. it's much more fun to say. i've also taken to pronouncing banana like#you know that n in spanish. like in arana. the word for spider. yeah. i say that n. it's more fun#i'm trying it out for breakfast just to see how my stomach handles it. it's a little upset but i'll see what i'm like when i finish#i only made like 300ml or 400ml because i doubted i'd be able to handle more but. it's all experimenting! good fun! my dad thinks this blend#is gross. i think it's growing on me.#i wanted to try the cocoa powder recommended by someone else but that'd straight up kill me for breakfast so. maybe tomorrow!#i'm not sure if you also meant like. peanut butter. when you said nut butter. i thought you meant like the vegan butter at first#but maybe just peanut butter alternatives was what you were saying. that probably makes more sense#i know exactly who the 'someone else' is i have your username pulled up but i feel like saying your name this far down in the tags is#talking about you in a place you'll never see sdlfhskjhfs. i have it pulled up bc i was going over my replies in prep for this smoothie#i don't just keep everyone's urls on my screen 24/7 sfhkdhjssd. okay. have a good one y'all
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hi, i just love you and your writing
can i suggest something - you are in love (taylor swift) and supercorp
i cannot listen to that song without going yeah, that's them
(also on ao3 if you prefer)
Five years from now, Kara is going to reach across the table at Noonan's and take her hand. She's going to look deep into Lena's eyes, biting her lip as her thumb rubs gentle circles into Lena's palm, and her voice will barely rise above a whisper when she asks, “When did you know?”
And when she does, five years from now, Lena will think back to this moment.
This moment, which is as close as Lena's come to happiness since she'd woken up ziptied to a chair in her brother's office. This moment which, despite the fuzzy feeling of her unbrushed teeth and the pungent aroma of burnt toast filling the air, is perfect.
Kara, bed-warm and sleep-heavy, is gazing beseechingly down at the charred remains of a slice of a bread as though if she only pouts hard enough, its edges will un-blacken and its corners will stop smoking.
“I'm so sorry,” she says as Lena rounds the screen separating Kara's bedroom from the rest of the apartment and perches herself on a barstool, tugging her borrowed sleep shorts a little lower down her thighs.
Kara's tone is mournful, her face so forlorn she looks to be one deep breath away from tears. “I wanted breakfast to be perfect, since it's your first time staying over and if it's terrible you might not want to stay again and I, I really want you to stay again, but I don't know why you would since you probably have a private chef waiting for you at home and I can’t even manage toast—”
“Kara,” Lena interrupts, biting at the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing as Kara's bottom lip trembles. “It's fine, really. I once set fire to my dorm kitchen trying to boil an egg. And besides,” she winks as blue eyes meet hers. “I like to give my personal chef the weekends off.”
Kara huffs out a relieved chuckle, her face brightening. “Oh, well, in that case,” she grins, a sparkle returning to her eyes. “I'd better feed you up before you go home. Never let it be said that I don't look after you.”
Lena can't help the smile that pulls at her as the warm bright feeling in her chest grows and grows. She tugs the sleeves of Kara's sweatshirt over her hands, fighting the urge to fidget as the blonde orders a frankly obscene amount of food from the brunch place on the corner.
She feels exposed like this, face bare and hair sleep-mussed, unshowered with unbrushed teeth, huddled inside borrowed clothes after the impromptu invitation to stay over when last night's movie marathon ran late. It's a far cry from the regimented composure she fights so hard every day to project, and something in her chest twists anxiously.
Kara is a reporter, after all, and National City really doesn't need any more reasons to hate Lena right now. The darkest corner of her mind – the one which has been waiting for the other shoe to drop, for everything to come crashing down ever since the whirlwind of Kara's too-good-to-be-true friendship had come blazing into her life – still worries that this may all be an elaborate ruse. A trap, a way to get close to her in order to assess her weaknesses, to bring her down with an inside scoop.
But in their six months of friendship, Kara's never given her any reason to believe she has any kind of ulterior motive. And despite the suspicions and anxieties hammered into her by a lifetime of hurt, Lena knows now that even if this is a trap, she'll take the bait willingly. Especially if it means Kara will keep looking at her like there might just be something in Lena that's worth her time.
"Hey,” the blonde says gently, leaning back against the counter opposite and pinning Lena with a searching look. “You okay? You kind of zoned out on me there.”
Lena jumps, blinking back into herself with a start. “Yes, sorry. I was miles away.”
The blonde only smiles, flicking on the coffee machine at her elbow. “You sleep okay?”
“Very well, thank you,” Lena answers, fighting to lessen the formality of her tone, to soften the edges her harsh childhood had sharpened into a fortress to keep the world at bay. “Your bed is surprisingly comfortable. I had a great night's sleep.”
"Perhaps the company had something to do with it,” Kara winks as she turns to pull two mugs down from the hooks at her shoulder. Lena thinks back to the smell of Kara's sheets and the soft pulls of her breathing, to the warmth of Kara's ankle against her calf and the strong fingers that had wrapped themselves in the sleeve of Lena's sweatshirt in sleep, anchoring them together. She blushes.
Kara only smirks, pouring their drinks and grabbing the milk from the fridge. “Well, the food's all ordered, it should be here soon,” she says over her shoulder, the waterfall of her golden ponytail mesmerising in the bright rays of morning light filtering in through the vaulted windows. “And you don't need to head off in a hurry, unless you have plans—?”
She glances back at Lena, who shakes her head. “Great!” she grins. “’Cause I was thinking, maybe we could check out the botanical gardens, since it's such a nice day? Oh, and there's a new bakery right across the street that I've been dying to try—”
Lena listens to the blonde's excited rambling with an endeared smile plastered to her face, feeling happy and warm and wanted with every fibre of her being. The feeling is new but so welcome she could cry, and Lena wonders – not for the first time – how she ever got so lucky.
Kara's presence in her life is like sugar in her coffee; meant only to sweeten that which has always been bitter.
Lena's always taken her coffee black. Softening the blow was never much her style.
But here, now, perched at Kara's breakfast bar with her hands wrapped around a steaming mug the blonde has brewed to perfection, sunlight streaming in and highlighting the angles and planes of Kara's face, the way she’s smiling at Lena like there's nowhere else in the world she'd rather be, she realises her reasoning is twofold.
Sugar isn't just appetising. It's addictive. And now that Lena's had a taste of sweetness, she's hooked.
In this moment, Lena knows. She's in love.
-
Four years from now, Kara is going to reach across the table at Noonan's and take her hand. She's going to look deep into Lena's eyes, biting her lip as her thumb rubs gentle circles into Lena's palm, and her voice will barely rise above a whisper when she asks, “When did you know?”
And when she does, four years from now, Lena will also think back to this moment.
This moment, which may well be one of the lowest of Lena's life. And she's had some doozies.
The two bottles of wine she'd managed to mainline between Sam leaving to orchestrate damage control at L-Corp and Kara arriving and attempting to confiscate her glass have well and truly caught up to her now. She sways heavily on her stool, the room spinning. Tears sting her vision and guilt scorches her throat as she presses a hand over her eyes so she won't have to look at Kara's face anymore.
“Please, just— just, stop believing in me, okay?” she slurs, heart full to shattering with the faces of lead-poisoned children. “I am not worth it.”
She hears Kara sigh, and the room falls silent for a long long time. Lena drops her head fully into her hands, fighting the nausea that's taken root in the pit of her stomach. It could be the booze that's causing it, of course, but it could also be the incessant headlines baying for her blood, the bullet James had taken for her that she'd fully deserved, the curse of her family finally fulfilling itself.
The guilt, the worry, the crushing disappointment of the knowledge that despite her very best efforts, she'll never be anything but a monster— it's too much to feel. It's too much to bear.
So, Lena drinks.
She drains her glass. She pours another. Kara watches, silent and disapproving, fingers twitching against the granite countertop between them.
Lena finishes her glass. Splashes the last dregs of the bottle into it, blood on ice. Still Kara watches, motionless and mute. It's only when Lena's swallowed the last of the red and is lurching unsteadily to her feet to source another that she moves, a hand reaching out to encircle her wrist.
Shame ignites beneath her skin and she pushes Kara away. Snaps at her to go home, to learn to recognise a lost cause when she sees one and just give up already. Kara refuses with a stoic shake of her head, and Lena sighs.
They repeat the same routine three times en route to Sam's wine rack, the blonde shadowing her every step. Each time, Lena wobbles, head fuzzy and room spinning. Each time, Kara steadies her, and Lena flinches from her touch like her palm is a brand, snarls at her to leave, to cut her losses, to just fuck off. Each time, Kara refuses.
She eventually retrieves the wine after a number of unsuccessful attempts but overbalances on her toes, bottle slipping from her grip as she sways dangerously. And then Kara is there, glass bottle caught a split second before it can shatter, a firm arm at her waist that will not be rebuffed.
Lena struggles, shoving and protesting, but this time Kara does not give in. “Enough,” she says quietly, firmly, blue eyes burning a mere inch from Lena's own. “Lena, enough.”
Lena's unsteady legs buckle further and Kara’s basically holding her up now, walking her slowly over to the couch and she shouldn't be this strong, surely, shouldn't be lifting Lena onto the cushions quite this easily. But it's such a minor concern when weighted against the fact that Lena is personally responsible for the hospitalisation of children that her mind brushes over it, forgets it immediately.
"Please go home,” she slurs as the blonde arranges her on the couch, as she stashes the unopened wine far out of reach and sets about finding blankets and pillows in various cupboards. “Please, just— leave me alone.”
“No,” Kara says, almost snaps, glancing back over her shoulder. Partially hidden in the linen cupboard, her face is cast deep in shadow, a splinter of half-concealed truth. “I made you a promise, I gave you my word. I'm your friend, and I will protect you. Always.”
She crosses back to the couch, soft blankets and pillows held out in invitation. When Lena refuses the offering Kara sighs, draping a knitted throw over her anyway and perching on the cushions beside Lena's hip. “I'm not going to leave you, so you might as well stop asking,” she hums, softer now, a hand reaching toward her that Lena no longer possesses the strength or coordination to bat away.
Long fingers make contact with her cheek, with the mussed curls tangling in her eyelashes, and Kara sighs. “You are not your brother,” she murmurs, fingertips grazing Lena's cheekbone, sliding back to thread into the fine hair at her temple. “And you never will be. There's too much light in you to allow for that kind of darkness, so put that fear down, Lena. Let it go. Be free of it.”
Tears spring unbidden to her eyes. “I poisoned children.”
Kara tilts forward and Lena wonders if it's just that her vision has upped its spinning, but then warm lips are pressing against her forehead, soft and delicate as gossamer wings. Kara's mouth moves against her skin, breath damp and sweet and unmistakeably her. “You saved the world.”
Neither one of them moves. When Lena speaks again, the words hit the elegant hollow of Kara's throat. “I don't deserve your kindness. I don't deserve you.”
Kara's lips are still on her forehead. “I don't care.”
Lena feels as if her throat is splitting open, every last fear and hatred and worry and insecurity gushing out of her in an unstoppable stream. “I'm scared.”
“I know.” Kara's lips press once more, and then withdraw. They watch each other in the dim light from the kitchen. Lena's vision is beginning to blur at the edges. Kara's hand is still in her hair.
“You will get through this,” the blonde whispers, so earnest Lena almost manages to believe her. “We'll figure it out. Together.”
Heart in her mouth, tongue sticking behind her teeth, Lena's eyes slide closed.
The sweetness of Kara's words, her gentle touches, seep inside her like honey. She doesn't deserve it but God, she wants it. She wants to be worthy of Kara's faith in her more than she's ever wanted anything in her life. She wants Kara more than she's ever wanted anything in her life.
And it's telling, she knows, that she's just lost the trust of all of National City, that she has no way of easing those children's suffering and no way to prove that she isn't the cause of it, that she's finally living up to the Luthor name she's been running from ever since she'd learned what it truly meant and yet in this moment, with Kara's hand in her hair and the ghostly imprint of her lips on Lena's skin, none of it seems to matter.
In this moment, Lena knows. She's in love.
-
Three years from now, Kara is going to reach across the table at Noonan's and take her hand. She's going to look deep into Lena's eyes, biting her lip as her thumb rubs gentle circles into Lena's palm, and her voice will barely rise above a whisper when she asks, “When did you know?”
And when she does, three years from now, Lena will also think back to this moment.
This moment, which stands alone as an oasis of calm in the turbulent tumult of the past days, weeks, months of chaos. Lex's escape from custody, Eve Teschmacher's betrayal, James’ shooting, the Harun-El serum, the whole shitty totality of it all has been weighing Lena down like an nth metal chain around her neck.
And Kara, Kara hasn't been around. The one person who has always managed to ease Lena's suffering has deserted her when she needs her the most and it feels like she's been sliced open, cracked in two.
She tells her as much, when Kara at last comes to see her. Tells her she's missed her, tells her she needs her, all but begs her to stay. And what does Kara do? She leaves.
And when she leaves, Lena is gripped by a panic so intense she fears she may never breathe freely again. So terrified is she that Kara is gone for good, that she's forced away the best thing that's ever happened to her, that almost before she knows what's happening she finds herself at Catco with apologies dripping from her own tongue.
Anything to get Kara back. Anything to keep her.
Lena apologises. Kara apologises. Lena cries, and Kara holds her, and tells her that the decision to help her brother when he was dying of cancer doesn't make her the monster she now believes herself to be. And standing on her office balcony with Kara's fingers wrapped around her biceps, with her own tears spotting dark on Kara's blazer, Lena manages to believe her.
When she's collected herself, smoothed away the wetness coursing down her cheeks, she speaks. “I really want to help you with your investigation on Lex.”
Kara's face lights up; Lena's whole world along with it.
“I'd love that,” Kara says, voice quiet and still a little tentative in the wake of their new truce. “But first— would you, um. Would you like to have lunch with me?”
Lena blinks. “Don't you want to get started on the exposé?”
“I do. But—” Kara's face is still painted that earnest shade from earlier, when she'd smoothed her hands over Lena's shoulders and whispered you are a brilliant, kind-hearted, beautiful soul against the sensitive skin of her neck. Lena feels her cheeks heat up at the memory, at the intensity in the blue eyes still roving her face.
Kara shuffles her feet but her gaze is clear, unwavering. “But you were right. I've spent too much time recently prioritising the wrong things. So, I want to work on this exposé with you, and I want to bring your brother down. But first, I'd really just like to have lunch with my best friend.”
Lena's heart trips in her chest. “I'd like that too.”
So, that's what they do. Kara asks her to wait, which she does, idly tapping out a few emails on her phone. And then the blonde is back, far quicker than should have been possible, with her arms full of takeout bags from the café on the third floor and she's taking Lena by the hand and leading her to Cat Grant's private elevator. She presses the button for the roof and Lena's gaze jumps to her face but Kara only smiles, and squeezes her fingers. “Trust me, it'll be worth it,” she hums, her excitement infectious. “You'll be safe with me.”
And Lena believes her.
That's how she ends up sitting at the edge of Catco's roof on a clean sheet Kara had borrowed from the builders on the second floor, heels kicked off, Kara's red blazer draped around her shoulders. It is worth it, she'll admit; the view from this high is phenomenal. The sun burns bright in a cloudless sky, glinting off the glass-sided skyscrapers of the business district, the glittering waters of the bay beyond.
Kara had picked up Lena's favourite salad, some flatbreads and dips, and they drink kombucha and eat strawberries in the sunshine. They talk and they laugh and they catch up and there's no more fighting, no animosity, no megalomaniac brothers or backstabbing secretaries or worlds needing to be saved. There's only them, she and Kara, and it feels like all she will ever need.
The blonde's hands are braced behind her on the rooftop and she looks happy and carefree as she regales Lena with stories of her upstairs neighbour's antics, and Lena feels the tight knot of tension that had taken up residence in her chest begin to unfurl.
"Hey,” Kara hums, pushing up straighter as Lena licks strawberry juice from her fingertips. The motion brings them closer, their shoulders brushing. “Look up.”
Lena does. High above them, a huge murmuration of starlings whirls and swoops through the air. Thousands of birds move together as one, a vast wave cresting but never breaking against the blue canvass of sky.
“Wow,” Lena gasps, awed.
Against her side, Kara hums. “Yeah.”
They watch the birds for a long moment, captivated by the ceaseless swirling and diving. When Lena at last tears her gaze away from the sky, Kara's eyes rest intently on her face. "Here,” the blonde murmurs, reaching out. The pad of one finger makes feather-light contact with her cheek. Lena's breath catches in her chest.
Kara holds out her finger, proffering the stray eyelash she'd captured with a smile. "Make a wish,” she whispers, her fingertip an inch from Lena's mouth. Her eyes never leave Lena’s.
Lena looks from Kara's face to the eyelash, and back again. From somewhere deep inside her heart, the truth bubbles its way to the surface. “I don't need to.”
Kara smiles, a brilliant, beautiful smile, and Lena knows. The stresses and anxieties of their current crisis feel far away here, harmless as birdsong. She's meted out forgiveness, received it in return. For the first time in her adult life Lena has communicated an issue with a loved one and been heard, understood. She has admitted her own mistake without having it spell out the end of her relationship.
Lena smiles back. The weight of the world sublimates into nothing beneath the bliss of a simple picnic in the sun.
In this moment, Lena knows. She's in love.
-
Two years from now, Kara is going to reach across the table at Noonan's and take her hand. She's going to look deep into Lena's eyes, biting her lip as her thumb rubs gentle circles into Lena's palm, and her voice will barely rise above a whisper when she asks, “When did you know?”
And when she does, two years from now, Lena will think back to this moment.
This moment, which has sapped the both of them to the bone. Another fight, another screaming match, another quick-fire back and forth of accusations and recriminations. Another night of cursing and crying and choking on all the things they never said before this, on all the things they can't now that Kara's secret has detonated in the shrinking space between them like a nuclear bomb.
Another round of bloodshed, and for what?
Lena sags against the arm of the couch, exhausted. Her face is hot, scratchy with salt from the tears still drying on her skin. She's dehydrated, probably, and half hoarse from shouting, tongue blistered with the bitter sting of betrayal.
Across the no man's land of her living room, Kara slumps against the floor-length windows, drops her temple to the cool glass. She's breathing heavily, cheeks wet, posture battered and eyes dark-bruised beneath the force of Lena's wrath. As Lena watches, her eyes slide closed.
It's been three months since Lena found out. Three weeks since Kara found out that Lena had found out.
Every night since, they've done this. Every night, Kara has shown up on her balcony and begged, pleaded, apologised, cajoled, defended, rebuffed, and sobbed. Every night, Lena has unleashed the hollow agony of Kara's deception masquerading as anger in her chest, incinerating the both of them in the fires of her desolation.
She would have expected the wounds to have cauterised by now. To feel some kind of release, the relief of catharsis. Or at least, to have expended some of her fury after all this time.
She hasn't.
They've been at this for three hours already this evening, and gotten nowhere. Kara's skin is pale above that fucking supersuit, face drawn and complexion sallow.
Lena knows how she feels. The singular exhaustion that is her rift with Kara has sapped her in every way imaginable. She can't sleep. She barely eats. She's no longer interested in work, research, friends. There's nothing in her life that isn't tainted by the shadow of the lies her best friend told and kept telling, every day for four years. Lena doesn't know how any amount of screaming and crying is ever going to get them past that.
Across the room, Kara sighs. It might be the saddest sound Lena has ever heard.
“Should we keep doing this?” she asks after an interminable silence, voice rough with tears still building. Her eyes are still closed.
Lena manages, with exorbitant effort, to raise her drooping head. “What?”
“Is there a point to all this?” Kara asks quietly, hunched body sliding a little further down the glass. "The explanations, the fighting?”
Blue eyes blink open. The weight of the sadness in them is unbearable. Lena struggles to find it within herself to care.
“Lying to you about who I am is the single biggest mistake I have ever made, and if it will make even one single shred of difference I will apologise to you every day for as long as I live,” Kara says into the aching chasm between them. “But I can't keep doing this. Not if it won't change anything. I can't— I don't want to keep hurting you.”
An hour ago, Lena would have scoffed at a sentiment like that. Would have parried back with some piercingly dry comment about how the blonde should have thought about that before she decided to betray Lena's trust as soundly as she possibly could.
Now, though— now, she's just too tired.
“So, should we keep doing this?” Kara whispers, throat working. “Or— God, Lena. Should we just— should we give up?”
Green eyes meet blue, two shattered hearts haemorrhaging between them. “Is that what you want?”
“No.” Kara's voice is loud, fiercely determined in the face of Lena's hesitant whisper. “God, no. Never. I don't ever want to give up on you, Lena. I don't ever want to give you up.”
Kara straightens then, with a strength Lena cannot imagine mustering herself. Perks of being a superhero, she supposes. Perks of being Kryptonian. The thought stakes another shard of ice through her bleeding heart.
“But I know that I've spent four years calling the shots for both of us by keeping you in the dark,” Kara continues. “I've taken away your agency. I've taken away your choice. I won't do that again.”
She sucks in a deep breath, a little of Supergirl's regality seeping back into the defeated slump of her shoulders. “So, I'm doing what I should have done from the start. I'm being honest with you, and hoping that you'll be honest back. I'm asking what you want.”
Kara's fingers twist anxiously before her, bottom lip bleaching white beneath the nervous pressure of her teeth. “Do you think we should keep doing this? Or do you— fuck.” Her voice cracks, the tears brimming in her eyes once again breaking free. “Do you want to give up?”
Jesus Christ. Lena never knew that the prospect of doing the right thing could hurt so much.
“Fuck,” she mutters as she kneads her knuckles over her closed eyelids, digging in until white lights starburst across her vision. “Fuck, Kara.”
“I know,” the blonde whispers from across the room, brittle and broken. “I know. I'm sorry.”
Lena slows her assault on her own eyelids, pinching thumb and forefinger hard at the bridge of her nose instead. “I want to give up,” she mutters, and in the taut silence between them she hears the blonde gasp, watery and thick.
Lena blinks open her eyes to find Kara's face crumpling, every facet of her seeming to fold in on itself even as she visibly fights to keep herself upright.
Lena sighs, and hates Kara, and hates herself even more. “I want to, but— I can't.” She sucks in a ragged breath, hating the truth that's just fallen from her lips, hating the lies that had necessitated it. Hating everything and everyone and most of all, hating just how much she's hurting. “I can't give this up.”
The tiniest spark of hope flares to life in Kara's eyes. Lena hates that she notices, hates that she cares, hates that the sight eases the tight knot of devastation clawing at her ribcage just the tiniest bit.
She also knows that this was inevitable. She knows that, though she hates Kara, though she's nowhere close to forgiving her, though she has no idea how they can rebuild from here or even if she truly wants to try, a question like Kara's could only ever have one answer.
In this moment, Lena knows. She's in love.
-
One year from now, Kara is going to reach across the table at Noonan's and take her hand. She's going to look deep into Lena's eyes, biting her lip as her thumb rubs gentle circles into Lena's palm, and her voice will barely rise above a whisper when she asks, “When did you know?”
And when she does, one year from now, Lena will also think back to this moment.
This moment, which is barely even a moment at all. It's more like a dream, warm and faded and fogged in darkness, seconds stolen when sleep should have long since claimed them.
Kara's nightmare had woken them both. In the month since they'd pulled her out of the Phantom Zone, she hadn't slept alone once. Often, she stays with Alex, curling into her sister's side the way she would when they were just kids after one too many late-night horror movies. Once, she stays with Nia, tucked up snug in a borrowed pair of puppy print pyjamas.
Mostly, she stays with Lena. It's natural and unspoken and easy as breathing, the way Kara will show up at her place after a Supergirl save or Lena will let herself into the blonde's apartment after a late night in the lab. They cook dinner and watch Celebrity Masterchef and brush their teeth elbow to elbow at the bathroom sink and when Kara is inevitably tugged screaming and sobbing from her night terrors, the way she presses her face to Lena's neck and her hand over Lena's heart is natural and unspoken and easy as breathing, too.
Kara's racing pulse has calmed a little, her grip on Lena's body beneath her losing some of its urgent desperation. After a long moment of Lena's hand stroking her hair, of gentle reassurances and lips pressed to her temple the blonde pulls back, just enough to rest her head on the pillow facing her.
In the dim light filtering in through the bedroom window Kara's pupils are blown, her face solemn. There's something in her heavy gaze that Lena can't identify; something weighted and potent that prickles goosebumps up the length of her spine.
"Feeling better?” she whispers into the inch of warm air between them, reaching out to tuck a sweat-matted curl reverently behind the blonde's ear.
Kara catches her retreating hand and holds tight, twining their fingers together on the narrow swathe of pillow between them. If either of them were to move so much as a millimetre, their clasped hands would press against their lips.
The blonde nods and sure enough, the soft heat of her mouth brushes the back of Lena's knuckles. She shivers.
Kara is still watching her, the intensity of her gaze causing Lena's heart to thud hard in her throat. She squeezes lightly at the fingers threaded through her own. “What?”
A pause, heavy and sweet as overripe fruit. Kara blinks once, slow. “You're my best friend.”
Lena swallows down a sudden swell of emotion. The blonde nudges closer and when she speaks, the wet seam of her lips catches on the angle of Lena's bent knuckles, painting her skin with the words.
“You're the most important person in the world to me,” Kara whispers, breaths skating fire-flashes across Lena's fingers, voice muffling out past the mouth pressed to her skin. “You know that, right?”
Lena's voice deserts her in the wake of the quiet words. She leans forward instead, presses her lips to Kara's fingertips where they rest against the back of her own hand. It's answer enough.
She hears Kara's breath catch, feels the disruption mirrored in her own chest. Both their mouths are pressed to the joined hands clasped between them. If they were to move their fingers down even just a fraction, there would be nothing separating their lips but a promise, a prayer.
Kara's eyelashes flutter in the semi-darkness. The tip of her nose brushes Lena's own. Neither one of them moves their hands.
They only gaze at one another a long moment, and Lena wonders if the blonde is memorising the planes of her face the way she's memorising Kara's. She could look at her forever, be happy here with her forever, and in this moment, Lena knows. She's in love.
For the first time, she wonders if she might not be the only one.
-
Right now, Kara is reaching across the table at Noonan's and taking Lena's hand.
It's been three weeks since they'd taken down Lex for the last time. Three weeks since Kara had stormed into the Tower's med bay to cup Lena's bloody, bruised face in her hands; since she'd brushed her thumbs feather-light over Lena's split eyebrow and purpling jaw and growled don't you ever scare me like that again. Three weeks since she'd leaned in and pressed her lips to Lena's.
It's been two weeks and six days since Lena, confined to a gurney but utterly uncaring thanks to the warm Kryptonian curled against her side, had pressed her aching face to Kara's shoulder and first whispered that she loved her. Two weeks and six days since Kara had first said it back.
It's been two weeks and five and a half days since Nia had walked in on Lena in Kara's arms, lips pressed to her neck and hands wandering beneath her sweatshirt, and promptly shrieked the place down. Since their friends had exchanged pointed glances and relieved sighs and congratulated them on finally making it official, their expressions ranging from overjoyed to exasperated to plain exhausted.
It's been two weeks and four days of she and Kara dating; of morning kisses and shared showers and the perfect partner at game night and all of Lena's wildest dreams coming true.
It's been less than a minute since Kara had admitted, hushed and wondering, that she'd known she was in love with Lena ever since she'd found herself suddenly prepared to poison National City's entire water supply rather than let Lena fall. That she hadn't been able to fully it admit it to herself until she'd found herself suddenly prepared to alter the course of all of history in order to get Lena back.
And right now, Kara is reaching across the table at Noonan's and taking her hand. She's looking deep into Lena's eyes, biting her lip as her thumb rubs gentle circles into Lena's palm, and her voice barely rises above a whisper when she asks, “When did you know?”
And now that she has, Lena is sure of her answer.
The highlight reel of her relationship with Kara lays itself at Lena's feet, each precious memory between them stretching out like a roadmap of her growing affection, with every hard-won step leading her right to this moment.
And in this moment, Lena knows. She's in love with Kara. Really, she always has been.
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keilemlucent · 3 years
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mean to me
( r18+)
hawks | takami keigo x reader
ao3
word count: ~3.5k
daddy’s a bit mean
warnings: daddy kink, light bdsm in terms of dynamics, use of a safeword, spanking, light degradation, choking, a smidge of age play, subspace, aftercare 
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Keigo owned you, passively and completely. 
His hands settled on your hips far too easily, like they were made to lay along the curves of flesh. There might as well have been imprints of his slender fingers with the way they squeezed and held you as often as they did. You weren’t made in your shape for him, but rather he worked you into whatever form he wished. 
You loved every moment of it, love him.
Sat up in his lap with Keigo was upright as well, his wings remained tense and flattened against the headboard. They twitched every so often as your cunt fluttered around his cock, but his resolve remained firm and he remained largely still. 
“K-Keigo, please—“ Your voice wobbled as your fingernails dug into his shoulder.
He quieted you with a slap to your thigh.
“You can’t expect me to give in if you don’t even speak to me proper, right, little bird?” Keigo was obviously being harsh, this was a ‘punishment’ after all. Though, in many ways, it was more of a test of will for the both of you.
Keigo showed his own exertion and restraint on every facet of him. 
His muscles were bunched, poised and more than ready to pound you into oblivion (If only you’d been good that evening, but you hadn’t, hence why you were in the situation that you were).
His expression was desperate, but still so fucking smug. The quirk in his swear-coated brow spoke volumes about how smitten he was to keep you wanting and warm around his cock.
“You’re mean,” You tried to spit, but it left you as more of a whine. 
“Am I?” Keigo raised an eyebrow, tapping your cheek with a single finger, “I think you’ve earned this treatment.”
You definitely did, but you wouldn’t admit that to him.
Your thoughts had wandered all throughout the day to him, and it was only natural that you sent him at least a dozen very whorish photos of yourself in the new, big mirror Keigo had purchased for the two of you.
(Specifically for ‘fucking’ reason, but once again, besides the point.)
You sort of did deserve to be teased. The pictures were meant to work him up, but you hardly expected the treatment you were receiving. 
There was a wordless, nagging ledge in the back of your skull that kept you from finding a more comfortable, softened headspace, leading to any number of slipups.
Namely, referring to Keigo by his name and not the title he loved to brandish. 
“I’m sorry—“You started to say before Keigo moved his slender finger to your lips, slipping the digit into your mouth and pressing down on the flat of your tongue.
He went far enough back to gag you, tears welling at the corners of your eyes.
“‘I’m sorry’,” He mimicked, rolling his eyes before giving your cheek a few forceful pats. “Not gonna cut it. Apologies need to be genuine.”
He rubbed just below your eyes, smearing away any wetness and giving you a sinful grin, “You can’t just be a crybaby and expect me to give in. That’s not how this works.”
Sometimes, it did, notably. Keigo would crack on plenty of days if you got weepy, the reason didn’t matter too much. He only liked seeing you hurt if he had full control of the situation and could drag you back easily.
Your tears only egging on his insults. You tried to ignore the burning in your nose, sucking down any potential cries welling up in your throat.
You must’ve looked pitiful.
And Keigo must’ve loved it.
He was clearly in a particularly nasty mood, a bit more vindictive than a normal night.  Less softened and crueler.
A normal punishment would’ve been pulling you over his knee for a tender lesson that involved turning your ass hot and red. Maybe a bit of writing lines, a dash of extra chores (in that sinfully short and ruffled apron Keigo purchased for you) while he supervised and directed you as needed.
He’d never simply sat you on his cock and refused to move or let you move.
It felt a bit odd in your gut. 
If your mind had fallen deeper, you would’ve enjoyed this more. If your psyche had been floating as you both liked, his cruel words would’ve felt so fucking good, but at this point, you felt nothing but burning shame as you tried to hold yourself together beneath his words. 
Keigo noticed to some degree. He was so tuned to you and your body and expression, he could write a damn novel on the way each angle of your lips and crinkle of your eyes meant a different complex emotion.
And you had no doubt he could see you struggling with this punishment more than normal. 
You shifted your knees, trying to ease the ache of your burning thighs. It earned you a hard slap to your ass, one with enough force that Keigo had to brace your waist to keep you upright. 
“Behave,“ He warned, pulling his fingers from your lips to smear spit on your inner thighs, close enough to your pussy to make your breath hitch. 
You should’ve known not to try and defend yourself, “I wasn’t gonna—” 
“Nope, stop whining,” Keigo gave your thighs a series of sharp pinches and twists. “None of that, you aren’t getting shit.”
Keigo was being mean. 
So mean, it made your chest hurt.
Maybe you were slipping deeper, maybe not to the right place, as your head fell forward to his shoulder, a little weak attempt at hiding your budding, fatter tears. 
“P-please be nice,” Your whispered, hardly audible. “Please.”
Keigo clicked his tongue, slapping your already reddened ass, “Do you think you deserve me being ‘nice’?”
“I—“
You didn’t get a chance to answer as Keigo delivered a quick succession of spanks, all of which had you tensing around his cock and clutching at him and the headboard. Little cries and wails slipped from your slip-slicked lips, all falling on what you assumed were unhearing ears.
“You don’t deserve anything but this, little bird,” Keigo hummed. He punctuated his words with another stroke. “You just love being a little cocktease, isn’t this what you wanted? Sitting on my dick and having your fill?”
No, this wasn’t. You thought the handful of pictures you sent him, draped in one of his own shirts, would get you ponded into the mattress, not held on his cock without a hint of agency or kindness. 
Tears leaked from your eyes, even as you tried to wipe them away as fast as you could manage. 
His hand reared back, poised for another spank—
And you hurriedly gave him two firm and clear taps to his shoulder, “S-sunset, sunset.”
He froze mid-motion. 
“D-daddy, I’m s-sorry,“ You clung to his shoulder and rocked yourself. “It doesn’t f-feel good.”
You felt him take a few measured breaths, hand returning to your hips to press into any knots he could find. The deep inhales were surely meant to calm him from his own high. 
His entire mood shifted nearly instantly. Keigo jolted to rub at your lower back, up and down your spine. 
“No need to be sorry, dove,” He whispered, pressing a few kisses to the side of your head. “I’ve got you. Do you want to lay down?”
You shook your head, laying your hands over his, pressing them into your hips more firmly.
Keigo sweetened, even more, expression creasing with concern, “Can you tell me what doesn’t feel good?” 
“U-um,” You swallowed, withdrawing from the safety of his neck to meet his gaze. His pretty ambers were sharp, watchful, and immediately tender as they met your own. You licked your lips nervously, trying to find proper words, “Doesn’t feel... normal.”
“Does something hurt?” Keigo inquired, tucking some sweat-matted hair behind your ears. He dropped a few kisses around your face, stilling your both as was needed. 
You shook your head. 
“Not the right headspace?” Keigo asked, catching on quickly and speaking softly. 
You nodded, pressing your nose to his cheek, “Uh-huh.”
Keigo knew you better than you knew yourself in moments like this.
“I see why you didn’t appreciate me being so mean,” Keigo clicked his tongue, smoothing a hand over your naked waist.  “I’m sorry, little bird. Do you want to stop, or do you want me to help you?”
You thought for a moment, worrying your bottom lip.
“Can you h-help, daddy?” You kept your words as soft as you could. “I-I’ll be good this time, promise.” 
Keigo practically purred, content either way, but happy to help you settle. This was as much for you as it was for him. 
“You’re already good,” He shifted beneath you, some of his own bound up tension releasing, “Of course, little bird. I’ve got you now.”
There was an unspoken apology in words, one that was felt a moment later, as he pressed his lips to your, cupping your jaw with tender hands.
His thumbs wiped away any residual tears as you pressed closer, burying your hands in his hair. His feathers shifted and rippled nearby, his cock twitching inside you. 
“You hold on good to me, okay?” He murmured against your lips, holding you close as you massaged through his blonde waves. “Nice and tight, perfect.”
You nodded as if you’d ever let go.
Carefully, he repositioned the two of you. Your shaking thighs were given rest as he tipped you onto your back, helping you flatten atop the sheets. His cock remained buried, still hard, and somehow, Keigo’s will to not rail you remained intact.
It was surprising, given how impulsive he was so often was.
Then again, Keigo liked doing this, liked holding you close and tender while stroking the part of your mind that needed to feel smaller, weaker, and taken care of well and thoroughly. In turn, you held the part of his mind that desperately couldn’t stop taking care of others, that self-sacrificial nature that needed an outlet that was healthier than throwing himself at the evils of the world without pause. 
In the cultivated home you two had made, you cared for each other how the other needed.
“Here’s what I’m thinking,” Keigo hummed, hovering over you, splaying your legs out with wide palms. “You’re gonna listen really well, and I’ll let you have my cock like I’m sure you want, understand?”
You nodded, trying to muster up some self-confidence.
Keigo looked smitten with himself once more, though his features and poise were slack and gentle. Any of his earlier meanness had dissolved, tucked away for another night where you both could handle it.  
He nosed against your cheek, dragging his lips across your jaw to the shell of your ear. His hand drifted over your navel, higher to tease your yummy and then to your tits, twisting a nipple before he delicately laid his fingers, one by one, around your throat.
He gave a preliminary squeeze, watching your reaction. 
You swallowed around his hold, taking a shaking breath at the pressure.
“Does this feel nice, little bird?” 
“Uh-huh,” You nodded, his hold tightening a moment later. 
“Good, perfect,” Keigo grinned against your skin and nipped at your ear. “You’re doing so well.”
The simple praise made you shudder.
Keigo pressed his lips to your own, holding around your throat firmly and unwavering, throat, applying pressure just right to make your head spin.
The moment he pulled away, eyes shining, he let up.
You took sucked in a quick inhale, just before he kissed you again, repeating the pattern. Mounting, delicious pressure on your throat with each kiss, with just a moment or two or reprieve that he gave you.
It sank you perfectly. 
He kept at it, dragging you to arch underneath him with just kisses and tongue, pulling your breath from you with his hands and his own quiet groans.
If you tried to chase his lips, he easily pushed you back into the sheets, bearing down on you with the weight of his chest, wings fluffing up and fluttering. A quick nip or two had you lax into the mattress within moments.  
It was all so perfectly enough, your head spinning with each of his touches. 
And finally, he pulled away, both of your lips kiss-bitten and pupils wide and black.
“There we go,” He stroked the side of your face, kissing down your neck to your collarbones. “A little bit mean, a little bit nice. You did so well— such a good girl.“
The praise made your cunt tense, fingers curling at the base of his wings. 
Keigo looked equally as content as you. He wanted to see you slip and puddle beneath him. As much as he still had a mean streak for the day, he could channel it elsewhere, pepper it in as needed. Not teasing you at all would be sin. 
“C-can I have your cock now?” You asked, voice high and sweet. Your gaze was reverence itself, all for him.
Keigo chuckled, rolling his hips just the /slightest/ bit, “You’ve got it already, greedy girl.”
Your frowned, eyes already growing wet, “That’s not w-what I mean.”
“That’s too bad,” Keigo sighed, rubbing little circles along your hips. “Guess this is all you’re getting.”
“N-no!” Your voice almost broke as you tried to tug him closer. “I want you to be fuck me, p-please, I’ll do whatever you ask!” 
“You should already be doing that,” Keigo snorted, stilling any movement. “I don’t know if you really want it.”
Of course, he knew how much you craved him, he could see it in every twitch and desperate whimper that got caught in the back on the back of your tongue. 
“I do!“ You tried to move your hips against his own, but he held them flat and steady.  “Please, please, please—“
Keigo paused, tilting his head slowly and regarding you with pensive eyes. 
You reached out for his wrist, pulling it to your lips to lay gentle kiss after kiss over the skin. The touch, no matter the setting, always had him shuddering. Keigo was a whore for many things, but genuine, heartfelt affection was reliably near the top of the list.
Still— 
“Bribery?” He snorted. “Cute.” 
You were getting desperate. Tears started to leak from you once more, sobs held themselves in the back of your throat. The stretch of your cunt had started to burn. The lack of touch anywhere near your sex made you so needy, it hurt.
“D-daddy, please—!”
And you started babbling. 
It was Keigo’s favorite thing to see you so desperate and wanting that you lost the ability to have coherent thought beyond wanting him in the rawest and unbridled way.
Your words were dribble. Pleads and begging that your floating little mind drew up without pause. Details and filth that he’d coaxed from you so well, he couldn’t help but be burningly proud. Each word was so shameless, it made Keigo’s his split into a cocky smile. 
Losing yourself beneath him, good and proper. And you hadn’t even been fucked yet. 
“There we go,” Keigo hummed, groaning as he fucked into you once, hard and deep to where the top of his cock brushed against your deepest parts. “Let go for me, little bird. Daddy’s got you.”
And he did—
And you knew it. 
And so with the next slam of his cock into your cunt, you let your eyes roll back into your head and be enveloped by sensation. Heat buried in your yummy, slick dripping from his cock, sticky the skin that was shared between the two of you.
You both dissolved into the other.
Keigo didn’t hold back, all of that pent up stress and anger projected into the cant of his hips, the grip that bruised your hips, and the way his wings arched and stretched to the ceiling. 
He muttered to you and himself, cursing with each thrust about how much he ‘deserved to have your tight little cunt—his tight cunt however he wanted’. About how your body and all its curves and features were ‘his, only his’ and he could fuck you in and fuck you up in whatever way he pleased.
Each dripped word pushed you hotter and hotter. 
You drowned so pleasantly in his words as your peak snuck to hit you hard and fast.
You were so pleasantly high on him and his words and body, you didn’t notice his hand slipping between your bodies, hiking your legs over his shoulder in one motion, and circling and tugging on your clit the next.
Keigo might have commanded you to come, you couldn’t tell. The moment he gave your clit the slightest cruel twist, sweet pain igniting, your vision went white and you wailed.
Your nails dug into the base of Keigo’s wings, pushing him over the edge in the same breath as you. He cursed, loud and breaking as his arms collapsed on either side of your head.
He didn’t fuck you through his own orgasm, just pressed the tip of his cock to your womb and circled your clit as you twitched and cried, all for him.
And things stilled.
Your legs were lowered, your gooey mind understood. You pawed at the wetness on your face, a mix of tears and dripped sweat between the two of you.
As Keigo slipped out of you, after so long, you hissed, cunt sore and thighs aching.
“H-hurts,” You murmured, tugging Keigo closer, though he’d hardly gone ar. 
Keigo hushed you, stealing a kiss or two before rolling sideways onto the sticky sheets, tugging you to his chest.
His hand slipped between your legs, pushing a bit of leaking cum back into your sore cunt, as he so often did after stuffing you so full. Kindly, he rubbed at your thighs, any of his earlier snark gone.
“Does this feel better?” He smiled into your hair, you could feel it. 
You made a noise of affirmation, all you could muster, and leaned into Keigo, properly sated. 
Your eyes went half-lidded, exhaustion and euphoria holding you equally. After the teasing and torture you’d endured on Keigo’s cock, you imagined you’d be walking oddly for at least a day, and sore for a few more. 
You frowned, Keigo beaming you a smug smile and tugging you closer, “Something wrong, little bird.”
“D-daddy,” You huffed, patting his chest weakly. “You were so mean!”
“And you,” Keigo tapped the tip of your nose, “did a perfect job at telling me it was too much and didn’t feel good. I’m so proud, you do so good for me.”
Part of you wanted to be a brat with him, puff and sulk a bit more, but you couldn’t muster up the will. Keigo knew that praise made you the sweetest and happiest you could be and consider how he had struck a few nerves, enough to make you light-safeword, you deserved it all.
You grumbled in the back of your throat and buried your face in his chest.
“Will a nice massage and a warm shower make it up to you?” Keigo asked, the pads of his fingers flitting down your spine, less for comfort and more for looking for any visible bruises or scratches. 
“Almost,” You sniffled. “Can we watch a m-movie too? I can make tea.”
“That’s a given, we can snuggle all night, little bird, I’d like that very much,” Keigo sighed with his own contentment. “And I’ll make tea too.”
You let out your own trail of high laughter as Keigo peppered kisses wherever he could, heaping you with sweetness as his wings, still trembling from orgasm, fluttered with his happiness. 
“I can pick you out a nice, comfy outfit—  maybe those cute, toasty stockings you like so much,” Keigo knew how to stroke the most melted and small parts of your mind, so well. You fell into his offer and kisses with a smile.
“Your favorite stockings? The knit ones?” You teased, nipping at his jaw, and letting your own touch drift and linger around the tender flesh where the base of his wings met the muscles around his spine.
(Keigo wouldn’t admit it to many, but they ached most days. His body, though trained immaculately, wasn’t truly meant to bear the weight it did.)
(But, you were happy to lift some his own burdens.”
You massaged the flesh, touch firm even through Keigo’s initial arch and startled jolt. 
“Can I rub some of that oil on these too?” You murmured, tangling your sweaty legs together. “You’ve been working too hard lately, daddy. They’ve gotta hurt.”
“Hm,” Keigo cupped your jaw, drawing your face away to nuzzle your noses together, something warm and so precious, you only saw it in his most comfortable moments. “Aren’t I supposed to be taking care of you?”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t help,” You wanted to, you liked to, and you liked seeing daddy— Keigo, relax after scenes, sessions, and long days. “Please?”
“Of course, dove,” Keigo’s eyes crinkled at the corners, with a smile all for the two of you. “Let’s lay for a little longer, alright?”
His touch, honeyed and kind without a hint of teasing, drifted to the lowest part of your back, finding the roots of your tension and tending to them, as you tended to his. 
You were happy to tangle with him, content and intertwined. 
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somethingpoetichere · 3 years
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lovebug- caliban imagine
sup. fic inspired by my favorite song in THE world. not as soft mushy as it may sound I promise caliban is a nice lil sarcastic SHIT with a big ole crush. mild sabrina bashing but its funny in context and I think it’s the way family behaves. reader is a Spellman, not a witch but DOES know about the supernatural/is part of the supernatural world. here with my once in a blue moon post lol. feedback would be appreciated!
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called her for the first time yesterday
finally found the missing part of me
felt so close but you were far away
left me without anything to say
Caliban was not an idiot- he knew not to underestimate the Spellman half-witch that had gone and declared herself queen of hell. So he’d taken the liberty of learning everything he could about her, noting her habits and schedule and the people she surrounded herself with.
And then he found you.
You weren’t a witch- at least, he hadn’t found your name in his diligent searching through the Book of the Beast- but you were something. That he was sure of. There was something slightly off about your presence, tinged a little glittery, though not altogether unpleasant.
No, not unpleasant at all, he mused as he watched you make your way towards your car. Tucked into a little yellow sundress, you stood out like a ray of sunshine in the wave of doom-and-gloom that hallmarked high school. The school bell rang out behind you, and Caliban felt his knees go disgustingly weak as you smiled brilliantly at Sabrina through the crowd.
It was a stupid, stupid decision that Caliban would never have made in the right state of mind, but he reasoned that pissing off Sabrina was validation enough to get your attention. He ducked into your path on purpose, taking advantage of your momentary distraction as he gently bumped into you. oops.
You collided with a solid wall, books tumbling out of your hands as strong arms reached out to steady you. You let out a surprised yelp at the collision, peeking up curiously as the wall you’d hit laughed.
Oh, well that was a sight for sore eyes.
The golden haired stranger holding you was, well, gorgeous. Bright blue eyes peered down at you as he grinned, and you felt the whole world shutter around you. You’d definitely been watching too many soap operas with your auntie, but goddamn it if you weren't positively putty.
“Hi there, stranger.” You giggled nervously, and Caliban suddenly remembered he’d had his arms around you for far too long to be acceptable. He reluctantly retreated, feeling something claw a little uncomfortably in his chest.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” He apologized, moving to pick up your books as you bent down to retrieve them. He ran a hand through his hair in barely concealed bashfulness, unsure of why he felt so... unsettled, all of a sudden. 
“It’s alright, my head was in the clouds.” You waved off his apology, accepting the books he offered you with a grateful smile. “Are you new here? I don’t think we’ve met.”
“He’s new here!” Sabrina’s shrill voice interrupted, training her icy glare on Caliban, who fought back a smirk. “This is Caliban- he’s from... Australia! Yeah, down under!”
“Oh, I can show you around tomorrow! I know how scary it can be to be new here.” You patted his arm sympathetically, ignoring Sabrina’s stream of indignant protests. “I was with student council all day. If you’re a senior, we probably have most of the same classes.”
Caliban had shit to do. Caliban had trials to plan and souls to torture. But you were looking at him- all warmth and sunshine, and Sabrina’s look of pure horror only sweetened the deal.
“I’ll see you in class tomorrow then, sunshine.”
so worth it.
now i'm speechless, over the edge
i'm just breathless
i never thought that i'd catch this love bug again
hopeless, head over heels in the moment
i never thought that i'd get hit by this love bug again
Caliban didn't understand why the mortals all bemoaned high school as hell on earth. It certainly wasn't so bad once you got past the wave of body spray and the questionable cafeteria food. In fact, darting to class with a pretty girl beside him was pretty enjoyable, all things considered. 
You’d spent the day introducing him to the other students, passing him silly notes in class, and had even tugged him from the lunch room to hang out with your friends in the library. He learned that you pretty much did it all- student council, cheerleader, top of your class- all while managing to somehow know the name of everyone you passed with a smile in the halls. You were silly and sweet— smart as all hell with a wit that certainly kept the clay prince on his toes.
and he was smitten.
The groan that escaped your painted lips was delightfully sinful as you slumped in the seat beside him in english class. “I hate Romeo and Juliet. How do two people fall in love in a few days anyhow? And Mrs. Willows always makes us reenact the scenes, and it’s so corny.” The blush that colored your cheeks as he looked at you in concern was something he did his best to commit to memory- cheesiness be damned, Caliban was enjoying himself far too much.
Caliban smirked, skimming through the booklet he’d been passed as the teacher droned. The prince of hell had a certain flare for the dramatics, and Sabrina’s glare burning into the back of his head only fueled his antics. He had one scene in mind, and it was the scene that was certain to kill four birds with one stone- totally make you fall in love with him, he would somehow manage to kiss you (that part was a work in progress), piss off Sabrina, and also- piss off Sabrina.
And kiss you. So maybe five parts. Damn it, Caliban was going to have to make a list.
“Partners?” He whispered softly, gently tugging at your hand as the teacher sat back down. Caliban’s eyes were alight with a tinge of mischief that you either failed to notice or were simply amused by- and your answering nod was more than a little bashful. “We can do my favorite scene.”
“If you say the first kiss scene, I’m punching the daylights out of you.” You warned, playfully nudging his knee with your own. “It will be unkind and I will not feel bad.”
“My lady wounds me.” He dramatically rested his hand above his heart. “And we absolutely have to do this scene-” He raised his hand to silence your half-hearted protests- “because Billy told the guys in calculus that he was specifically going to be pissed if we did this scene.”
Okay, so maybe he’d stretched the truth a little bit. But Caliban knew that the mention of your seedy ex-boyfriend (who you’d enlightened him about during lunch) would absolutely get you to agree to the scene. And it wasn't like he’d lied— Billy Marlin’s glare was nearly as icy as Sabrina’s. And, it wasn't like the way Billy looked at you- with something akin to possession in his eyes- totally made Caliban want to fast track the kid to damnation right then and there. Nope.
“We can meet up later today to practice? I have cheerleading practice after school, but I’m free after that!” You grinned at him, and he felt the tension ease out of his shoulders as you rested your hand on his arm. The gesture was so effortless- but to Caliban, who’d never really experienced connection like this- you reduced him to all but clay again.
“I can drive you home after practice?” Caliban offered, enjoying the yelp that Sabrina let out from the back of the classroom. He shouldered your bag as the bell sounded, noting the way your eyes softened even further at the gesture. “We don't really have cheerleaders down under, you know.”
“You’re welcome to stay and watch.” You shrugged, ignoring the way your heart thudded erratically as he walked you to the locker room. “It won’t be too long today, and Sabrina has a date with Nick after, anyways.”
it was really just too easy.
i can't get your smile out of my mind
i think about your eyes all the time
you're beautiful but you don't even try
(you don't even, don't even try)
modesty is just so hard to find
Caliban wasn’t sure if he regretted his earlier offer. Sure, the sight of you tucked into the tight cheerleading uniform (did they make them that short on purpose?) was pretty much the pinnacle of male fantasy, and the smiles and winks you’d thrown his way whenever he caught your eye during your routines were something else altogether.
But getting the sight out of his brain as you rambled aimlessly in the car about today’s chapters of Dante’s Inferno, while he simultaneously tried to focus on the road and definitely not the way your skirt hitched on the leather seat...
Yeah, Caliban was pretty sure he was in love.
You weren’t too far off, in all honesty. Caliban’s large hands had a firm grip on the steering wheel, and you took the time to admire further up his toned arms as he drove. His hair fell in loose, windswept waves, and his side profile looked like it was sculpted by the freaking gods. Every so often he would glance your way, his perfect lips parting to reveal his perfect teeth and perfect smile and gods-
Yeah, you had the lovebug bad.
“So how did you meet Sabrina?” You questioned innocently enough, and Caliban had to restrain the urge to spill all of the hell-related gossip to you. How Sabrina had managed to keep all of her throne-seeking from you was beyond him, but it certainly added a thrill to his pursuit of you.
“I had some administrative issues the other day and ran into her. She doesn’t like me too much, I’ve gathered.” Caliban was careful not to lie- his entanglement with you had the added perk of pissing off your dearest cousin, but it was genuine on Caliban’s end. He found he didn’t really want to lie about things.
“Sabrina is... touchy.” You offered carefully, shifting in your seat as you pointed out directions to your home. “I don’t really understand why she doesn't like you, to be honest. I was actually going to have a word with her about being nice- you’ve been so sweet, and I was the new kid too a few years back. It's hard to find your place in the established dynamic of a small town.”
Caliban doubted you’d had too much of an issue, with the way the halls seemed to light up around you, but the accompanying smile you gave him was bright enough to soothe his imagined woes. “It’s alright, I reckon she’ll get used to having me around.”
“Used to you?” You mused with a giggle, leaning on the console in a gesture that brought your face much, much closer to his own. He was overwhelmed with your floral scent- something soft and summery and altogether you.
“I plan on being around you a lot, sunshine. If you don’t mind.” He grinned, turning to face you momentarily at the stop sign. Your eyes were wide with hardly concealed surprise at his words, and he watched the realization of the close proximity of his face flicker through them.
It happened so fast that Caliban was almost certain he imagined it- but your eyes had definitely glanced at his lips. The blush that tinged your cheeks as you pulled back confirmed it, and in a moment of calculated risk, Caliban moved to rest his hand on your exposed thigh. 
“No, I wouldn’t mind at all.” 
If Caliban squinted, he could almost picture that he was a normal teenage boy, driving a beautiful, normal girl home from school. The sinking sun was peeking through the windows, bathing you in an ethereal glow, and - at least for right now- everything was perfect.
you were perfect.
now i'm speechless, over the edge
i'm just breathless
i never thought that i'd catch this love bug again
hopeless, head over heels in the moment
i never thought that i'd get hit by this love bug again
Caliban draped himself across your bed, a languid smirk on his lips as you kicked haphazardly placed piles of clothes into your closet.
“I promise I’m not usually this messy,” you apologized with a sheepish smile, shoving a mass of shoes under your bed, “okay, that's a lie. I’m always this messy, I just didn’t expect company.”
Caliban hardly minded. It was adorable how embarrassed you were, and he took the time to take in your bedroom (drawn from his reverie only by the occasional delighted shout when you found a shirt you’d thought had been sacrificed to the laundry gods, or worse, Sabrina’s room).
The first thing Caliban noticed was the books. While your clothes lay in scattered piles, all of your books were meticulously organized and lovingly tucked into shelves that took up an entire wall of the room. Sabrina may have answered that Caliban’s only hobby was torturing babies (or her, which was the same thing, really— and also, what the hell? Caliban may have enjoyed the occasional soul flaying, but only when it was well deserved!)— but Caliban loved to read.
What was one lifetime in one world, when he could learn of a thousand others in just as many universes? Immortality could grow dull, and eternity had to be spent somehow. Caliban tried not to smile as you precariously placed the book that had found its way onto your nightstand back into its place, and supposed that it might be far more enjoyable with someone else.
You seemed satisfied with your damage control, and slumped onto the bed dramatically with a groan. It was then that Caliban’s hand found a stray victim of your clothing massacre.
“Nice.” He grinned, and you peeked up from your playbook to find him dangling a pink lace bra.
Shit.
“Give me that!” You lunged, but Caliban was too fast. He quickly moved them from your reach, laughing wildly as you wrestled him desperately for the bra. 
“You are the worst.” A groan escaped you, and you huffed in fake-defeat as Caliban smirked victoriously at your retreat. You leaped at the chance, tackling Caliban with all your might. While momentarily surprised, he reacted quickly and shifted so that he was now pinning you to the bed, his hair dangling wildly in your face as you both laughed.
Caliban’s face was so close that you could see the flecks of green in his eyes. For a moment, his eyes seemed to flicker to your lips, but in the seconds it took for you to find your voice again, you’d lost your nerve. 
“We should get back to the scene.”
The moment was broken, and Caliban retreated with a bashful look on his face. He ran a hand through his hair and moved to sit across from you, his cheeks tinted a little red as he politely handed you back your intimates and pretended to shield his eyes when you tossed it somewhere. You’d never been so freaking embarrassed in your life, but Caliban was smiling so softly at you, like you were—
“If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” He motioned around with his hands dramatically, tone playful and light.
You were so dead. Caliban was freaking made for this romantic swooning nonsense that you’d tried to protest nearly the whole ride home, Billy Marlin be damned.
Giggling nervously in what you hoped seemed scene-appropriate, you tried your best to forget being a horny teenager to instead play a horny teenager. “Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this, for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.”
Caliban’s voice lowered, a smile still tugging at his lips as he took your hands in his own. “Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?”
“Ay, pilgrim.” Your own voice softened in turn as Caliban began to trace mindless patterns on the backs of your hands with his thumbs, “lips that they must use in prayer.”
“O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.” Caliban’s eyes were soft, and you imagined that Shakespeare had pictured the man in front of you when putting the words to paper. The words fell so naturally from his lips and he seemed engrossed in the scene— he was, for lack of a better word, enchanting.
“Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.” Your voice was hardly more than a breathless whisper, the proximity of your faces and the intimacy (however imagined) stealing the air from your lungs.
Caliban paused, his eyes meeting yours intently as if searching for something. Whatever it was, he seemed to find it as he took your face in both of his hands.
“Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.” 
It was all too much. You could hardly be blamed for kissing him as fiercely as you did.
It was like fireworks, like every cheesy romance novel and play (cough, Romeo and Juliet) claimed it would be. You’d had plenty of kisses before, but never one that melted your brain like this. You forgot all about the scene, about how not real this was supposed to be as your hands tangled in his windswept hair and he pulled you onto his lap.
It was Caliban who first pulled away, only just so that your noses were touching. He was breathing heavily, eyes blown wide— and you felt your whole face turn red as reality consumed you again. “I am so sorry, I’ll just—”
“Where do you think you’re going, Juliet?” Caliban’s hands firmly gripped your hips, preventing you from moving away. His fingers thumbed the band of your skirt, and his next words were a whisper against your lips. 
“Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.”
kissed her for the first time yesterday
everything i wished that it would be
suddenly i forgot how to speak
hopeless, breathless, baby can't you see?
Caliban was in love. He’d spent the next three weeks with you reciting Romeo and Juliet, sharing shakes at Dr. Cerberus, and tugging you into empty classroom and closets at every opportunity to kiss you senseless.  Every moment not spent with you was at least somewhat occupied by the thought of you, and Caliban found he wasn’t the least bit upset about it.
And Sabrina was pissed.
If she’d hated him before, she positively loathed him now. It was the latest point of contention between yourself and your darling cousin, who’d you taken to threatening with various kitchen utensils and promises to tell the aunties she’d been sneaking out to make her behave. And Caliban, for his part, was perfectly polite— even though he still had every intention of taking the throne from the inexperienced witch who promised to destroy the balance of heaven and hell.
Which presented Caliban’s own latest dilemma. He was going to have to tell you eventually— and in a way that didn't make you totally hate him. He had a plan. Okay, maybe a skeletal plan. Or no plan. Yeah, Caliban was going to wing it. 
After today. He just had to make it through your reenactment of Romeo and Juliet with no demonic catastrophes or maiming Blly, and then he would tell you everything.
But even that was too much to ask.
Sabrina burst through the english classroom doors, yelling in barely concealed panic that there was a BIG problem and the principal needed Caliban now.
Caliban moved to leave with an apologetic smile in your direction, which you were absolutely not having. Despite your current frustration with Sabrina, she looked downright terrified, and you were both concerned for your cousin and overwhelmed with a gut feeling that something was up.
After a few moments, you excused yourself to use the restroom.
You hauled ass to the gym, where the screaming sounded to be coming from. When you entered, you were met with the strangest sight.
The gym was filled with winged... rats? And at the center of the chaos was Sabrina and Caliban, back to back and armed with what appeared to be lacrosse sticks. Caliban’s shirt was tattered from the rats, and you took a fraction of a second to banish the completely innappropriate and untimely thoughts from your head.
“And no one thought to call me?” You shouted angrily through the swarm, snagging a baseball bat from the rack and smacking it around with reckless abandon. Caliban hooted, laughing loudly as you took your place beside them. Rats tore at your clothes, but you were more frustrated that Sabrina had called your boyfriend (or whatever he was) over you.
“Why did you get Caliban! I was right there! Is there something wrong with you? Were you dropped on the head as a child? He’s not even from here Sabrina, he has no idea what-”
“For hell’s sake, he’s not the new kid! He’s not even from Australia! He’s a stupid clay prince from hell who is trying to take my throne and raze humanity, and his stupid plague king sent these after me, and now he’s dating you!” Sabrina spat out the word dating as if it was even more disgusting than the winged vermin tearing at your clothes. 
“Will someone please explain what the hell is going on here?” 
You were no less frustrated when Sabrina revealed her trek to hell and the all ensuing madness she’d partaken in, but you remained calm enough to not turn the bat on her clearly empty skull. 
“And you’re the clay prince of hell... challenging her throne?” You questioned with a sharp glance at Caliban, who nodded reluctantly as he swatted a rat hurtling towards you. 
“Do you even have a driver’s license!” You screamed, waving your baseball bat around wildly.
“I’m a demon prince of hell made out of clay, and you’re worried about if I can legally drive?” Caliban shouted back in astonishment through the wave of shrieking rats. The lacrosse stick he’d snagged was surprisingly effective.
“I was getting to that part, thank you for reminding me!” You hissed, debating whether to smash his face in with the bat. “How about we start with how you completely lied to me, and how our whole relationship or whatever it is a lie! Were you ever going to tell me? Or was this all part of some throne grab?” 
“It wasn’t a lie!” Caliban demanded hotly. “You were not a lie!”
“Really!” You whirled on him, eyes alight with anger. “Because I sure feel like one!”
The rats numbers were dwindling rapidly, and you smacked the last one heading towards you directly at Caliban’s face. It collided with a satisfying shriek, and you threw your bat down as you stormed out of the gym.
Sabrina and Caliban rushed after you, but you’d disappeared in the hall.
now i'm, yeah, oh!
now i'm speechless, over the edge
i'm just breathless
i never thought that i'd catch this love bug again
now i'm hopeless, head over heels in the moment
i never thought that i'd get hit by this love bug again, (oh)
love bug again
You’d remained collected until you’d transported into the middle of the living room, collapsing into auntie Hilda’s arms in a puddle of tears as you told her everything. She’d muttered a stream of ancient curses about Sabrina, but beyond that merely smoothed your hair and told you that all boys were awful— especially demonic princes of hell.
“I hate him.” You glared half-heartedly into your cup of steaming peppermint tea. You couldn’t believe you’d been so stupid. Falling blindly in love with a stranger who had only sought you out for some elaborate game with Sabrina. Screw Caliban and his perfect hair, his perfect smile, his perfect— “I want to bash his face in.”
“No you don't, love.” Hilda smiled knowingly. “You’re angry, yes— and hurt. But you care for the boy. I’ve never seen you so happy as you’ve been these last few days. I think you ought to cool down and hear what he has to say.”
“I never want to talk to him again.” You groaned, burying your face in a pillow. “I’d rather die.”
And because the universe was truly conspiring against you, a knock sounded at the door.
“Well, best get over that quick.” Hilda warned, ignoring your stream of indignant protests as she hustled to the door. 
“Caliban! Yes, do come in love. Oh, yes, we will be having a little chat later, but for now I think it’s my niece you must be speaking to.” Hilda’s cheerful voice trailed in from the foyer, and you jumped up to make a break for it. 
You were halted by a familiar pair of strong arms tugging you back by the waist.
“Get off of me!” You shouted, pushing Caliban away harshly and ignoring the warmth that lingered where he’d touched you. “I want my baseball bat. Somebody get me my baseball bat! I’m going to bash your stupid pretty face in you asshole—”
“Five minutes.” Caliban pleaded desperately, “just give me a five minutes to explain, and then I’ll give you back the baseball bat to bash my face in, okay?”
You considered his offer for a moment, swallowing the sob crawling its way up your throat as you nodded reluctantly. If it made him leave faster, you’d do anything. 
His shoulder sagged in barely concealed relief. “Okay. I am Caliban, Prince of Hell. I am not from Australia, clearly, and am not a transfer student. I am trying to take your cousin’s throne. She does not understand the realm of the damned— she thinks it needs to be generous, rather than a fair judgment of life. I am not her father, and I do not believe in reckless or cruel damnation. I do not wish any harm on Sabrina, and I’ve managed to keep the worst of the plague kings from her. Even if you were to reject me now, I would continue to try to protect her— you have my word.” Caliban paused as you released a breath you did not know you were holding. Your eyes finally dared to meet his, and you nodded for him to continue.
“I agreed to attend Greendale because yes, it did piss off Sabrina, but you were there.” He raised his hand to halt your protest. “You intrigued me, and I wanted to know you better. I will be fully honest that it had the added bonus of irritating your cousin, who I so delight in irritating, but my primary focus was you. You... enchanted me. I had never found myself so invested in anything before as I was in spending mundane days at high school— of all things— with you. Truthfully, it confused even me at first. And while the past you knew is false, I am real— and my feelings for you are true.”
“That is such bullshit, and you know it!” You exploded furiously, smacking his chest with untamed rage. “You knew exactly what you were doing. Who agrees to go to high school because they like a girl? Are you unhinged? Who doesn't just ask someone out if they were so interested, huh? No, you came here with your stupidly perfect little ‘oh I’m Caliban, and I’m so dreamy’ act, knowing full well that it would make me completely abandon all rationality. Well guess what, I did! I fell stupid head over heels for you, and it was all one big lie.”
Your voice broke on the last few words, anger shifting to broken sadness as you continued to pound relentlessly on his chest. “I was a lie.”
He caught your hands, holding them against his chest as he pressed you against the wall. “You weren't a lie, Spellman.” 
His words were breathless whisper, his beautiful eyes pained and desperate as he gripped your hands harder. “I fell for you the moment I saw you. I enrolled in high school because you smiled at me. I learned every line of Romeo and Juliet to recite them to you. When we first met, you wondered how Romeo and Juliet could possibly fall in love after a mere few days, but I understand it now. I have never been driven so completely insane by anything or anyone like this before. The power you have over me is unmatched. I am completely and wholly yours. If you were to ask me right now to leave, to never bother you again, I would leave my heart with you and spend my eternity in endless sorrow. I would think forever of the way you smiled at me, the way you kissed me, how soft your hair felt in my hands, and how my heart raced every time you laughed. I would never forgive myself for the pain I had caused you, and you would haunt me every day, every waking moment, every dream.”
Caliban moved your hands to his lips, nearly kissing them as he pleaded to you with tears in his beautiful eyes. You were motionless, turned to stone by his heavy gaze.
“So please, don’t become my specter. If I am a stranger to you now, let me make you fall for me all over again. I would do it a thousand times, if you'd let me. I could think of no sweeter way to spend my eternity.”
When you’d thought that Shakespeare had been imagining Caliban when he wrote, you’d been wrong. There was no poetry, no book, no lyric that could possibly compare to the way he spoke to you— the way his eyes so desperately tried to convey his anguish.
You removed your hands from his, and his whole face seemed to shatter.
“You’re not a stranger,” you muttered softly, moving to take his face your hands. His face remained guarded, but he leaned instinctively into your touch. “You’re Caliban.”
When you kissed him, it was like falling in love all over again.
And you supposed you did.
“But we are having a long, long talk about everything.” You warned as you pulled back, poking his chest sharply as he nodded profusely. “And if you ever, ever lie to me again, I’ll set something worse than flying rats on you. I’ll let Sabrina have you.”
Caliban laughed wildly, picking you up and spinning you around as he kissed you over and over again in sheer relief and joy. “I love you, Spellman. Anything you want, it’s yours.”
“I just want you, clay boy.”
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yandere-sins · 3 years
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Your writing is just!! Mwah very good
May I request some rivalry or perhaps sharing hcs with yan diluc and yan kaeya?
Ah yes, let’s have something to sweeten my evening ~
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Kaeya
♡ Nothing he does ever happens without some underlying intentions. Is it leverage against his sworn brother? Could be. Maybe it’s just his revenge for all the years being absent and their tainted past. Perhaps Kaeya really just wants them to have something to connect over again. He can live with the dirty glances he receives from Diluc and playing the bad cop - who’s constantly pushing boundaries - in their pairing for when their darling misbehaves. However, they quickly learn that Diluc isn’t the person to run to when the brothers disapprove of the darling’s doings, or they might suffer from a punishment worse than if they go to Kaeya for help. Then again, ice might help soothe a wound, but only until it becomes a much more dreaded cryogenic burn.
♡ Kaeya isn’t putting up a rivalry between them. He much rather wants to share the darling with Diluc, but the latter isn’t as into the idea as Kaeya is. And yet, when he sees his brother so restrained and having no fun, Kaeya believes it’s his personal duty to tease Diluc into relaxing a bit and helping with tending to their darling. Whenever Diluc plays unapproachable, he’ll make sure to ask the darling ridiculous questions about who they like better, his once comforting hand now an icy and silent warning to not chose wrong. There’s something exhilarating in seeing Diluc bite his lip when he isn’t chosen, the slight pout and cold stare making it worth the tease. Knowing that Diluc wouldn’t just touch their darling unprovoked also plays into the reason why Kaeya likes to handle them so much, pulling them on his lap and running his hands up and down their body until they squirm. It’s when Diluc wants to interfere that Kaeya makes it clear to not get into his way, sparks of possessiveness erupting between them. Kaeya will tell his brother he’d prefer it if he left the two alone if he’s planning to just stand and watch, leaving his brother to seethe by himself as he storms out. At the same time, Kaeya remains with a knowing grin on his lips and their sweet darling in his embrace, winning almost every one of those battles.
♡ Knowing that Diluc is organizing everything for the darling, Kaeya can focus on all the nice things. Bringing them presents and what they ruefully request from him, even if they have to beg. He really, truly believes and makes himself out to be the good guy, but everyone involved knows his intentions are far from it. Every present comes with strings - sometimes literally. He’ll make use of all the good deeds to get what he wants from the darling later. Admittedly, oftentimes the presents are of more use to him than the darling, but he gives them back a little bit of what they desperately seek - freedom. A new book here, some flowers there. Clothes to choose from - plus the permission to dress as they please -  and sweets and drinks for the more depressing days to enjoy with or without him. While Diluc seems to accept what the darling is willing to give, Kaeya takes everything he wants. But if he isn’t too needy, too forceful, or too drunk, Kaeya is their go-to brother because he has their darling on hooked on all the good he can do for them. Not like he wouldn’t take what belongs to him even if they were to hold on to Diluc desperately. Only a drawn sword might be able to deter Kaeya - until Diluc isn’t there to protect them anymore, at least. Kaeya doesn’t forget what he feels he’s owed.
Diluc
♡ Diluc has a goal, and that’s what he’s focusing on. He wants his darling to be safe, and knowing he has to share them with his ‘brother’ isn’t really helping. He constantly has someone watching over the darling’s room, but Kaeya bribed the guards, a knock against the door warning him of approaching danger when he shouldn’t be in the darling’s room. Nonetheless, when Diluc finds his darling crying on the bed, covered with their bedsheet, he knows that Kaeya has been back, making him angry enough to have lost a few of the guards already in a bloody mess. The deal is that the two aren’t allowed to be alone together, but Kaeya seemed to have forgotten about the promise after it was made. And on the few awful days that Diluc has to watch over Kaeya pushing himself onto his darling, challenging his own brother with a pesky grin and his name dripping off his lips, Diluc can feel the headache it’s causing him, wondering if it’s really worth the pain to share his darling. But he has to, even if it’s just to keep himself and his darling save from the Knights of Favonius with Kaeya’s help.
♡ Undeniably, though he does deny it harshly, Diluc does have a bit of a jealous attitude towards his brother. He knows everything Kaeya does while staring Diluc in the eye provocatively is merely to make him nervous and break his composure. Sometimes it’s hard to just stand by and watch, but if there ever was a fight breaking out between the two, no one knew how much danger it would put the darling into. Meaning, Diluc has to make sure that it will never happen, even if that means he has to leave them alone. The many times he sighed once he left their room, scared for his darling, but relieved that he didn’t have to see something he never would want to witness, are hurting him and causing frustration. And when Kaeya makes them say that they like him more than Diluc, it stings, even though he knows that Kaeya is threatening them into it. Still, he’d want to be their first choice too. And sometimes, just sometimes, he wants to switch places with Kaeya, just to know how it is to handle their darling and not keep a painful distance to them because it was necessary. Occasionally, he manages to break the darling out of his brother’s fangs. Still, perhaps because he has no way of comforting them, putting them back in bed the moment Kaeya leaves, he always feels a bit jealous of his brother, who has so much more freedom with them. But freedom isn’t safety. That’s the only thing Diluc can think about.
♡ Diluc has to admit that there are times he sees them misbehave, and for that, he punishes them. Kaeya, on the other hand, has a habit of doing it for the most minor things like the darling shaking their head or looking at Diluc for help. However, other than Kaeya, Diluc believes he’s still the better liked and ‘good’ brother of the two. After all, he’s the one that cleans up the mess, feeds them, tends to their wounds. Everything that Kaeya leaves behind after having his fun with Diluc’s sweet darling is Diluc’s responsibility. The darling’s wardrobe is so full of awful colored, itching, and frilly fabrics that sometimes their darling is very appreciative of the simple shirt and trousers that Diluc keeps hidden until needed for them. Their teeth are going bad from being fed all those overly sweet and tough-to-eat presents, so even though they reject his efforts, Diluc makes sure to brush it for them thoroughly. It’s the only kind of direct contact with them, and with his mind focused on the task, he also keeps his thoughts from straying. Diluc knows he deserves nothing for the efforts he makes - after all, he’s aware that he locked them inside of this room - but if at the end of the day he knows they can sleep soundly, it’s enough for him. Kaeya is giving him a headache, but seeing a tired, automatic smile as he hands his darling water or fresh clothes makes it all worth it. And as much as he despises him, Kaeya did help bring Diluc and his darling closer together. Even if Diluc’s and Kaeya’s relationship is strained and complicated, it helps build more of a relationship with his darling. Though he has to always be behind his brother and make sure his darling is as safe as possible, Diluc at least gets to harvest the fruits of his labor slowly and satisfyingly. And if anyone knows how to do that, then the wine tycoon of Mondstadt.
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slasherhaven · 3 years
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All slashers reaction to their s/o being a stripper or pole dancer? That line of work is so stigmatized I feel they'd all be weirded out but when they see the fuckin CASH, the hundreds their s/o would make in ONE NIGHT damn
The Slashers Reactions to Their S/O being a Stripper:
Thomas Hewitt 
Thomas is...torn.
The Hewitts are a pretty conservative, stuck in the ways, kinda people. Thomas being the most open to difference out of all of them.
He loves you but all he knows about the job is the stigma behind it. 
But he’s not going to leave you because of it, please explain it to him.
With some explanation, debunking some stigmas and stereotypes, explaining that it is just your job, he comes around to it. 
Alright, you’re still you and you’re loyal to him. That’s all that matters. He’s sorry for judging you at first...
Luda May is unsure about it, worried that you’re not as dedicated to Tommy as you say you are. Just prove her wrong. You love that man and that has nothing to do with your job.
Hoyt has definitely made a comment or two about it, always receiving a warning glare from Thomas. Don’t worry, he’ll defend you!
Luda May starts to come around to it because it’s so obvious that you only have an interested in Thomas...plus the money doesn’t hurt. That’s more cash than they’ve seen in a long time...you could be an actual godsend.
Michael Myers
Does not care what you do for a living.
Is a little unsure about how he feels about other people getting to see you in a state of undress but comes around to the idea more when you explain that they aren’t allowed to touch you.
Good, because that’s just for him!
Michael doesn’t care all that much about money but he’s still impressed by how much you can make in one night alone.
Other than that? Pretty unbothered.
Does enjoy your private dances though, he cannot deny that.
And you know when he’ll want one because you’ll go into your bedroom and find his selected outfit laying on the bed for you.
Jason Voorhees 
You do...what for a living? 
Jason is definitely going to have some issues with it.
We all know how he feels about anything sexual. It’s something he’s uncomfortable with and views as inherently wrong.
But he does love you...
And you’re nothing like he would expect somebody in that line of work to be.
He probably has a lot of preconceived notions about your work that you need to work through.
Just be patient with him, help him see that there is nothing wrong with what you do or the people who do it.
He’ll get there eventually because he loves you, it’s just going to take a while.
Brahms Heelshire
Uh-huh...uh-huh...no, yeah he’s listening- do you have the attire at home or do you have to keep it at the establishment. No, no, he understands. Can he see what you wear while you work? He is taking this seriously, Y/n!
Admittedly Brahms is going to take an issue with it. 
Not with the job itself. Just his own jealousy.
You’re meant to be with him and he doesn’t like the idea of other people getting to see you like that.
But they can’t touch you? Well...that’s good...you mean they can look but can’t touch? Only he gets to touch you?
Okay, you’re winning him over.
Give him his own private dance and he’s sold.
Bo Sinclair
Will probably look down on the choice of job before you tell him what you do for  a living. Then he’ll be forced to reconsider his preconceived beliefs. 
Bo tends to look down on everyone for one reason or another, he supposes strippers were easy targets to do so.
But the more he thinks about it, the less it actually bothers him.
He really doesn’t mind if he gets his own private dances.
Plus that money is very convincing. It’s not like the brothers have any real income and it can be difficult to keep a good stock of supplies. With you around, that shouldn’t be a problem anymore.
Will pick out your outfit for that shift.
Sometimes it’s just because he wants to see you were a particular set, other times he just likes the idea of you dancing in the outfit he chose.
Kind of like a reminder to the two of you that you might be dancing for those people but you are his, and you come home to him at the end of the day.
Vincent Sinclair
Any negative thoughts Vincent has is more due to jealousy and insecurity rather than how he thinks of you.
He sees you as a person, not as your job. So he won’t judge. He really doesn’t think he has any right to judge considering his ‘work’.
He loves you and doesn’t care what you do. 
Sometimes he just wonders why you would want...him...
Just lots of reassurance, cuddles, and kisses should get him feeling better again!
Honestly just likes watching you dance. Not even in a sexual way (though he can’t help how his body reacts to your seductive movements) just in admiration and adoration.
You’re stunning and the way you move is hypnotising.
He can see why you get paid so well!
He doesn’t care about the money all that much. It’s Bo that takes advantage of that.
Will likely have various sketches of you wearing your different outfits that you wear for work. You like to ask for his opinion on them and he’s happy to give you an enthusiastic thumbs up and nod of the head.
Lester Sinclair 
Is honestly just happy that you’re with him.
You’re a stripper, you dance for people who would kill to be with you or even touch you, and yet you come home to him.
That’s fine by him!
Might get a little insecure about it but is super easy to cheer up.
Usually Lester just ignores Bo’s comment but if he says anything about your work (probably just to annoy either of you, he doesn’t really care) your man will defend you!
May actually be addicted to your private dances, the ones that he knows are just for him.
Bubba Sawyer
Bubba is never going to judge you for your work, even if it’s something he doesn’t completely understand or is stigmatised. He knows you’re a good, wonderful person who he loves dearly. And you love him back! That’s all that matters to him.
The only problem might be his own insecurities but you can tell when it’s bothering him and are quick to put things right. Showing him plenty of love to remind him that he is the only man for you.
Will sometimes pick out an outfit for you to wear for your next shift. He wasn’t to be supportive!
Loves when you buy new stuff and decide to put on a little bit of a show to show him them, asking for his opinion. He loves them all!
Is always a little flustered afterward so give that boy some love!
He doesn’t care about the money but the rest of the family (mostly Drayton) try to leech off of it. You’re family now, your money is their money. Sharing and all that!
Billy Lenz
Isn’t too sure how he feels about this news...
But put on the brand new set you got for work, give him his own little private dance, dedicate the night to him and he’ll be okay with it.
As long as you don’t give your customers the same treatment, you’re perfectly fine!
Will help you pick out your set for your next shift but don’t expect him to not get handsy. He can’t help himself!
Money isn’t something Billy cares about. It’s not like he goes shopping or anything. But at least you can buy quality things for him to borrow without asking sooooooo...
Asa Emory (The Collector)
Admittedly, Asa is not a fan.
It’s not that he’s judging you or looking down on you for what you do. Looking down on somebody for that alone is nonsensical, there are worse things you could do. He should know.
However, dating a stripper wasn’t something he had seen for himself.
He’s a possessive man so he doesn’t like the idea of somebody eying up his partner at all, especially if he isn’t there.
But one night he visits the club, sits right in front of the stage and you focus all your attention on him.
He admits that you’re mesmerising to watch, maybe he should look into getting you a new outfit. Perhaps a more lacy number?
He’s never going to be a fan of your career choice and will likely try to convince you to quit, telling you that you don’t even need to work. He can support you both.
But all those private dances definitely sweeten the deal for him.
Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)
Strippers don’t usually capture Jesse’s attention for too long and he wouldn’t purposely go to a club for the reason of seeing them but sometimes his work takes him to places like this.
You likely worked in a more high end establishment, more wealthy patrons.
Either way, something about you just got his attention. The way you moved or maybe it was the way you looked at him, the bat of your lashes or the smile on your lips. But you drew him in.
Sure daddy Chromeskull!!
Would likely pay for a private dance and when he finds himself even more enthralled with you, he would make you another offer. Paying you for more than just dances, come home with him, not even for sex (though that is very much on the table), just come to his home and look pretty, that’s all he’s paying you for if that’s all you want to do.
If you’re reluctant to accept the generous offer, he will win you over with generous tips and gifts. New lingerie, jewellery, fragrances. He’s determined and convincing, you have to give him that.
If you’re only stripping for the cash, you’re likely going to stop doing it all together. Jesse is paying you more than you ever earned at that place. Plus it’s a really nice house, you’re living in luxury. 
Otis Driftwood 
It’s likely how you met in the first place. He visited the club you were dancing in and you both just hit it off.
It doesn’t bother him at all.
Will kill anyone who speak bad about your work and will kill anyone who touches you when that is clearly against the rules.
He likes visiting you while you’re working. ‘Paying’ for a private dance that always turns into more.
He actually likes watching the other patrons watching you, knowing that they didn’t even have a chance. You only had eyes for him and he knew it, so their stares didn’t bother him.
Especially when he was there to take you home after your shift, getting to rub it in everyone’s faces as he pulls you into a kiss before escorting you out of the club.
He’s very proud to show you off at all times.
Baby Firefly
Probably met you in the club. Probably shamelessly flirted with you while you were on the job. And, well, you couldn’t help but give her a discount.
Doesn’t care about your work in the slightest.
But will happily help you spend that pay check!
You pole dance? Show her! Teach her! It’s a fun date idea!
She’s not great, too impatient to get any real technique, but she’s having fun and that’s the point!
Loves for you to do little fashion shows in your new work outfits. Even offers to do your hair and makeup for you before a shift!
Baby is super proud of what you do and the money you make. She has absolutely no problem with having other people know what you do for a job. And anyone has anything bad to say about it? Well, they’re just her next target!
Yautja (Predator)
He’s going to need an explanation.
Okay. So what he’s hearing is that you dance for money in various stages of undress?
Not a problem!
Yautja don’t have the same sense of prudishness or nudity that some humans seem too.
But he’s still a little possessive of his little mate. So as long as these customers aren’t touching you or think they have any right too, he’s okay with it.
You do it for good pay, to support yourself, there’s no shame in that at all.
Your explanation might need a little demonstration. Give your alien mate a private dance just for how accepting and understanding his is! It’s his reward!
Turns out, he’s a big fan of your dancing.
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hermannsthumb · 2 years
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Prompt: (14) the power goes out in our apartment building, but i’m not prepared for this, and you come to check on me     
14: “the power goes out in our apartment building, but i’m not prepared for this, and you come to check on me”
from winter writing prompts here
enjoy some graduate school au, because i've been thinking about dumb graduate school au scenarios for these two again! i just finished up my last final (WOOO) so im finally free to write these losers again. I have some winter prompts im working through but feel free to send in more!!!
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Technically Newt has a final project due in a little over 24 hours, and technically he hasn't progressed much on it beyond the very basic level of amassing a bunch of research and scribbling down a few words in a jumbled approximation of an outline, but doing work is hard, and he's of the opinion that he should be congratulated on even attempting it in the first place. Anyway, he earns the pizza he trudges out into the snowstorm for, and (because he trudges out into the snowstorm, which sucks) he earns the nice little break he gives himself of watching TV for an hour, and when the TV (along with everything else in his apartment) flickers off and he's suddenly plunged into darkness, he takes it as a sign that he should really just go ahead and take another break, because it'll be super hard to get any work done in these conditions and he (stupidly) forgot to power up his laptop, plus he doesn't exactly have wifi anymore. And then, because Newt is a great neighbor, and also gets bored of fucking around on Twitter on his phone pretty fast, he decides to check in on Hermann and see if the guy needs anything. Flashlights, or rechargeable heated blankets, or hey, maybe some company, they could play cards or Scrabble or something, or—
"No, thank you, Mr. Geiszler," Hermann says. Hermann insists on calling Newt Mr. Geiszler like they aren't the same age and don't have the pas they do, and like Newt hasn't insisted, many, many times, to please just call him Newt (or at the very least Newton) because Mr. Geiszler just sounds plain weird. "I am managing quite well without your help." He catches Newt's face between the doorframe and the door when he tries to close it, and quickly pulls it back open with an apologetic grimace. "Er. Pardon."
"No worries," Newt says. He rubs his stinging cheek. "You sure you're good? Not too cold or anything?"
"I am perfectly comfortable," Hermann says.
Newt can tell just from looking at him, even in the dark, that that's probably a lie. Hermann is shivering pretty badly. It wouldn't be very neighborly of Newt to give the guy a big 'ole hug, but he wants to anyway, if not just to share some body heat. "You need a flashlight?" Newt says. "I have a lot of headlamps that I stole from the lab on campus, so I can bring some up if you want. I mean, only if you want them." Look, if Newt is paying this much in tuition he deserves to get more out of it than just an education. He stole a set of dissection tools from the lab once, too, that he uses for cooking. And a box of disposable gloves he uses for housework, and a lab coat he used for a Halloween costume...
"No, thank you," Hermann says.
"I have snacks too," Newt says. "Also, half a pizza. It's probably a little cold by now, but it's still good. I can bring it down. It's vegetarian." He adds, like it might sweeten the deal, "I walked out in the snow to get it earlier."
"No, thank you," Hermann says again.
Newt can't say he didn't try to be neighborly. Honestly, he's not sure why he bothers; Hermann makes no attempt to disguise his contempt for Newt on the rare occasions they bump into each other in the hallway, and he definitely doesn't make any attempt to disguise it on campus. Being in two different programs means they don't usually have to spend any time together (except for when they have the misfortune of hitting the library or picking up a drink at the campus cafe at the same time), but they shared a lab table in an engineering lecture they had together their very first year, and Newt doesn't think Hermann's ever forgiven him for the time he accidentally knocked an entire iced latte over onto Hermann's laptop and shorted it out. Yes, food and drink of any kind was extremely not allowed in the lab so it was a very preventable accident, and Hermann was in the middle of typing up a lab report that was worth twenty-percent of his and Newt's grade, but Newt paid for the laptop fix and they only got a few points knocked off the assignment for lateness. (Because Newt and Hermann's professor didn't consider it a preventable accident, since Newt knew very well drinks weren't allowed, no matter how much Newt insisted he needed the caffeine to deal with Hermann's shit.) Whatever, it all worked out in the end. They still passed the class and Hermann's laptop's screen only turns green occasionally. "Suit yourself," he says, and turns to go back upstairs.
But Hermann snags Newt's sleeve. He stares at Newt for a while through the gloom, moving his jaw like he's chewing a piece of gum, before saying "Er. I would—appreciate a headlamp, actually. It's a bit difficult to navigate in the dark." He drops Newt's sleeve. The wind howls outside, and Newt hears snow patter against their front door. "And you may bring the pizza as well, if you would like. I've not eaten dinner yet, and I suppose it'd be a bit difficult to cook something now."
"Give me five seconds," Newt says.
The whole neighbors thing was Newt's fault. As an international student, Hermann was given the option to stay in on-campus housing, but (as he'd complained to Newt multiple times during their brief stint as lab partners, and usually unprompted) none of his roommates, or even the dorms he was being assigned, were meeting his high standards. The group of undergrads across the hall were too noisy; the water wasn't hot enough, or it was too cold; the bedroom was too cold, or it was too hot, or it was (Newt's still not sure what this means) stale; the carpet in the front hall had a suspicious stain that Hermann didn't like the looks of; his roommate (a senior-year business major) was a terror and threw wild parties on Tuesday nights while Hermann was trying to relax with a nice cup of tea. He was like Goldilocks or something. One morning—and this was before the iced latte incident, when Hermann still regarded him not necessarily as a friend, but at least like something interesting he'd found clinging to the underside of a rock instead of the underside of his shoe—Newt just got so fed up with hearing about how Hermann's roommate of the week chipped his favorite tea mug that he blurted out "The apartment below mine is for rent."
("For rent?" Hermann said.
"The last guy moved out a month ago, and I think my landlord is kinda desperate to replace him," Newt said. "I mean, you know, it's basically a glorified studio, but you'd have it to yourself, and I'm too busy to have parties, so it'd be quiet." Newt's apartment was the upper half of a converted, tiny, ancient old Victorian, and if you got over the noises the pipes made in the dead of night, the drafty windows, the sticky front lock, the ghost that Newt was pretty sure lived in the basement... Well, it was close to campus, and the rent was low.
"Hmm," Hermann said.
Later, after Hermann had moved in to the place below Newt's, after the latte incident, and after he started calling Newt Mr. Geiszler, he declared to Newt with a sniff that he could only imagine why Newt's previous neighbor left, and how if given the chance to break his lease without incurring fines, he most certainly would follow the man's example. Hermann re-signed his lease the following two years anyway.)
But it's not always bad. Sometimes, very early in the mornings, he'll run into Hermann as they both leave to catch the train to campus, and Hermann won't exactly be deliriously tired enough to smile, but he will grunt at Newt in a distinctly less irritated way than usual. Sometimes Newt waits around the hall for upwards of half an hour so he can catch that grunt; sometimes he even does on days when he doesn't have to go to campus. (Once, Hermann even said good morning to Newt, and Newt almost tripped off the front stoop.) Yeah, he's a little obsessed with Hermann, but it's all very healthy, and all in good fun. If he's something clinging to a rock, then Hermann is something clinging to Newt's microscope slide, all moth-eaten wool, scowls, and stale cigarette smoke smell. Newt just wants to turn the magnification up and take endless notes.
Ten minutes later, Newt (arms laden with headlamps, matchbooks, rechargeable heated blankets, and the leftover pizza crammed into Tupperware) bursts back in through Hermann's front door, unreasonably excited for the chance to observe Hermann Gottlieb in his natural habitat. The layout of Hermann's place is identical to Newt's (which is helpful for navigating in the dark), but nothing about it is what Newt expected. Hermann is actually kinda messy; teetering stacks of textbooks on bookcases and side tables, sweaters thrown over the backs of chairs, the odd teapot and half-empty mug tucked away behind a dying houseplant or more books.
He finds Hermann hunched over his stovetop, squinting at one of the burners and grumbling under his breath; he turns his squint on Newt with a scowl. The pale LED light of Newt's headlamp illuminates Hermann's distinctly un-Hermann outfit—not the oversized sweaters and baggy pants he favors on campus, but an oversized TU Berlin sweatshirt, flannel pajama bottoms, and two mismatched socks, one grey, one with tiny snowflakes stitched over navy blue. He shields his eyes with a hand. "Turn that bloody torch off," he says, "you're blinding me."
"It's a headlamp," Newt says, but he angles the light off of Hermann's face. "What are you doing in here?"
"Trying to set a kettle on," Hermann says. He's clutching a box of matches in the same hand as the head of his cane, and there's a floral tea kettle sitting on the counter. "I can't get the damn thing to light," he says. "I—oh—I wanted to offer you tea, is all. And I could use a cup myself."
The wind howls outside, rattling the panes of Hermann's kitchen window and fluttering his faded yellow curtains. Newt takes the matches from him and drapes both the heated blanket and the headlamp over his free arm. "Get cozy in the living room," he says. "I'll handle this. Where do you keep everything in your cupboards?"
It takes him plenty of fiddling with the stove knobs and burning through at least a dozen matches, but Newt manages to eventually get a nice flame going in the burner, and the tea he makes (he thinks) isn't too bad. Maybe a little weak. It was hard to see what he was doing with just the headlamp and he thinks he poured too much water over the teabags. But when he hands off one of the mugs to Hermann (who's burrowed himself so deeply beneath the heated blanket that all Newt can see is his choppy haircut and his eyes magnified owlishly by his round eyeglasses), Hermann groans so happily and so indecently that Newt almost wants to blush. "You're marvelous, Newton," he says.
"It's just tea," Newt mumbles.
He deliberates over whether or not he should take the empty spot on the couch next to Hermann or camp out with the other heated blanket on the hardwood floor, but another window-rattling gust of wind makes him shiver, so he hops in next to Hermann under his blanket before he can think about it too hard and get too embarrassed to do it. He thinks he feels Hermann shift incrementally closer to him under the blanket, but it's probably just a delusion brought on by hypothermia. Hermann's apartment is very, very cold. The way his heart races a little when Hermann turns to him with a ghost of a smile is probably also a delusion, and honestly, he thinks the smile is too. It looks so much like a grimace that Newt half-wonders if he's sitting on Hermann's arm or something. "I appreciate this," Hermann says, stiffly.
Newt blushes for real this time; Hermann may as well have told him he loves him or something as equally unfathomable and beyond the realm of possibility. Hermann appreciates something he, Newt, did? "Uh," Newt says. "No—no sweat?"
Hermann smells kind of like a sweater that's been hanging untouched in a closet for a decade. It's pleasant to be this close to him, in a weird way, except Newt jumps about a mile in the air when Hermann suddenly pats his hand without any warning. His fingers are like little icicles. "It's very, er," Hermann says, "...thoughtful."
"Uh-huh," Newt says.
"Though you did add a bit too much milk to the tea."
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o-wyrmlight · 2 years
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I’d forgotten about that, affogato turning away cookies to make it seem like their king has abandoned them makes a lot of sense.
Although if cacao never intended to abandon his cookies, why didn’t he send watchers to the outskirts of the kingdom to aid earlier? Or maybe he was doing that, except the cacao kingdom genuinely doesn’t have enough resources to go around. So cacao chose to prioritise the wall instead, since if the kingdom falls there won’t be any watchers in the first place to help around.
I still wish the story explored this more through, because it still feels vague to me. It feels more like interpreting events and connecting the dots together, to me at least.
That, we may never know for sure. While it would be nice for absolutely everything to be explained within the story, it's very important to ask yourself if it's actually important to the story that Devsis is trying to tell. Is Dark Cacao's failure to see to the needs of his people before we see him important to him making amends with his son? I don't think so. Devsis only has so much time to create their updates and stories, and there's only so much content that you can shove into a chapter without having it overfill. It's important to find the unimportant bits and clip them off, condensing them until it's manageable and bite-sized.
You unfortunately can't fit absolutely everything into a story, and sometimes that leaves holes. That's okay. That's how stories are. Besides, I think it's interesting that these gaps can leave open interpretation for what different motivations regarding different events might mean.
The way I see it, here's my theory. Dark Cacao's isolation was probably a slower, more gradual process than what we were able to see. I get the feeling that he did make attempts to send cookies out to see to his people, but over a period of years and years, he grew more and more concerned with the Wall, until the Wall became his main focus and priority. I think around that time, he might have had other cookies in charge of sending out other cookies to gather intel and assist those who needed help, but by then, Affogato had already established himself as a more powerful figure than most--and he had a following. So Affogato was able to send his own cookies out and falsify reports, slowing it down steadily over time until it was a dim trickle, and then...
Nothing.
Done so slowly and so cunningly that Dark Cacao probably didn't even notice at first, with how focused he was. And I'm sure it doesn't help that Affogato was feeding him lies and sweetened words in an attempt to garner his trust.
Of course, as I said before, Dark Cacao isn't an idiot. I'm sure he wasn't fooled for very long, and he probably ruminated on what to do about this strange issue now. He wasn't able to get direct access to reports occurring outside of the Citadel, and he didn't have time to leave the Citadel to see what was going on himself. The only thing he could think to do was to send out a cookie that he knew was loyal enough to see his intentions through.
I think he had a feeling that something was brewing. He just didn't know what or why, but something was wrong, and he wasn't appreciative of it. I don't think that he even knew who he could trust at that point, especially such an important task... save for Caramel Arrow. The cookie that Dark Choco helped train and treated akin to a little sister.
Affogato saw it, too, of course. And that's why he wanted Caramel Arrow gone. He didn't want her to incite the king into being aware of his plans. As far as he knew, Dark Cacao was completely ignorant.
Dark Cacao, though... he wasn't. He knew something was going on, but he didn't know what.
And it's rather unfortunate for Affogato that sending Caramel Arrow outside of the castle was exactly what Dark Cacao was going to do, anyway.
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krxideprnz-archive · 3 years
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uhh- so hey-? i'm new to this app and i'm kinda awkward can i request a sub catboy sukuna x dom hard reader i'm sorry again if requests are closed and thank youu have a great day/night <33
Hey there! Thank you so much for requesting and for your patience💕 I hope you enjoy this 😩
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Sub! Catboy! Sukuna x Dom! Fem! Reader
This includes content not suited for minors
Includes - teasing/pet names/unprotected sex/slapping (once)
Living with a clingy significant other who always insisted that he didn’t need your affection truly got on your nerves sometimes, especially when you were trying to work but a certain someone kept pestering you from his place on the bed.
“I’m just saying that you should try to understand who you’re living with” Sukuna spoke. “You could do more for me if I’m being honest”
The sound of a pencil snapping in half made him look in your direction.
“What did you just say?”
“I’m saying that you could do more for me, human” he shrugged, completely ignoring the hurt look on your face, that soon turned into anger.
“Listen up you spoiled little kitten. Your human is working hard so you can keep living here getting food on your plate everyday while you’re just sitting on the sofa looking for affection from a woman who does everything at home herself. How about you help me for a change?” you lashed out, spinning around in your chair while angrily pointing your finger at his seemingly relaxed body on the bed.
You could see his ears droop down a little, not that he would admit that though.
“Help you? And why do you think I should help you. I could do everything you do without complaining everyday” His tail started to swing furiously next to his body, red eyes glaring right at you in amused.
“Really now! Oh how amazing the great Sukuna is.. but I know what you couldn’t live without, though” you grinned, and a plan started to form in your head;
“Okay. You do everything I do for one month. Alone. So cleaning, making food and everything you see my do every day.
To make it a little harder, since you insist that it’s so easy, no sex until the four weeks are over”
He scoffed, laughing like you said the funniest joke ever. “You think any of that would bother me? Good. If I win, everything goes back the way it was, plus, you take more care of me, woman” a confident smirk rested on his face as the both of you shook hands, unknowing of what he just got himself into.
The first week started out normal, he did everything you told him to without complaining while you had finally time to do some shopping for yourself and meet some of your friends, only to come home and crash on the bed like he always did.
It bothered you that he didn’t even seem affected by the lack of intimacy between you two. Even you started to crave for the feeling of his skin on yours and his beautiful groans when you went down on him. So you decided to tease him a little.
Arriving home with a new set of lingerie, you walked into the bathroom to dress yourself in the lazy red set, checking yourself out in the mirror.
The fabric only covered up the bare minimum, accentuating your curves and leaving almost nothing to imagination. You had to say that you looked stunning and you couldn’t wait for Sukuna to see you like this.
After you fixed your hair you walked out of the room, searching for your dear little kitten.
You heard noises from the kitchen, so you walked to the doorframe, leaning against it while calling out to Sukuna.
He didn’t even turn around, but gave you a hum, signaling that he was indeed listening.
“What do you think, ‘Kuna? This one or would you like it better in black?”
That statement made him turn around, red eyes taking in every single detail of your body in the doorframe, almost eating you up with his eyes.
His tail swayed noticeably behind him, ears twitching as he forced himself to look away.
“Red... red is good” he cleared his throat, a feeble attempt to regain his composure, forcing a confident grin on his face.
“But I think Id like you more without it”
With a charming smile, you blew him a kiss, thanking him for his opinion before walking away, purposely swaying your hips. “I think you’ll have to wait for that, though~”
The next few hours were fairly normal, you were on the couch, reading, when you remembered that you hadn’t seen or heard Sukuna in a while, so you decided to go look for him. No traces of him in the kitchen, bathroom, but you could hear his voice in the bedroom. It didn’t take long to figure out what he was doing.
As you walked closer, you could start to hear muffled groans and moans, and you opened the door with no hesitation.
The sight made your lips form into a smirk.
Sukuna didn’t stop touching his leaking length even when he heard the door open, your lingerie pressed against his nose, inhaling your sweet scent like his life depended on it.
His eyes met yours, pupils blown with lust as he closely watched you approach the bed.
“Did you miss me that much? You’re such a needy slut. Didn’t even last two weeks”
His eyes squeezed shut as you removed his hand from his dick.
You stuffed the fabric in his mouth to muffle the protests that started to spill out of his mouth.
“Mpfff- ngh!”
His tail was wrapping tightly around your ankle, tugging at your limb expectantly.
“What? You expect me to help you?” He growled, inaudible words spilling from his gagged mouth, saliva quickly dampening the fabric of your underwear.
His tail moved towards his aching length, but you swatted it away before he could reach it.
“Geez... well you said you can do everything yourself, so go on. Touch yourself until you cum all over your stomach”
He didn’t need to be told twice, he was still determined to win the bet after all, and he wanted to prove to you that he could have his release without you. Cocky bastard.
And so he started to move his hand again, fingers touching all over his sensitive shaft, drawing the most delicious muffled groans out of him.
While you sat back, admiring the sweat forming on his chest and rolling down his muscular body. Your tongue licked over your lips seductively, watching the man infront of you pleasure himself like you weren’t right next to him.
His groans turned you on more than you’d like to admit, but you resisted the urge to jump on top of him and fuck him into next week. You were determined to stay calm and collected after all.
His moans grew more frequent and loud as his body twitched uncontrollably. His hair was damp and sticked to his forehead, sweat forming on his toned body.
Sukunas eyes were squeezed shut in frustration. As much as he tried- he couldn’t bring himself to cum, and your knowing smirk didn’t make his predicament any better.
He kept trying, twisting his hand near his dip, creating the friction he so desperately needed, but it was of no use.
You removed the lingerie from his mouth, your other hand cupping his sweaty cheek with a sweet smile. Sukuna leaned into the soft touch of your hand on his cheek before a slap interrupted the moment. Your hand came in contact with his skin, and an involuntary moan echoed through the room.
Only the slightest touch of your hand on his throbbing dick and the groan you let out made him release all over your hand.
“Did you just cum because I slapped you?” you spoke in disbelief, watching the sticky substance slowly flow down your hands.
As his breathing calmed down, he let out a breathy groan of your name.
“Don’t g-get cocky...” both of you noticed the unusual shaking of his voice, clearly showcasing how unexpected it was for him too.
His flushed face made you loose it, so you grabbed his face in your hands to press a passionate kiss to his lips, exploring his mouth with your tongue.
The only time you parted is to get some air before connecting each other’s lips again, hungrily kissing each other.
He could feel himself getting aroused again, his cock poking at your thigh, causing you to part your lips from his, even though he complained about it.
“Don’t just stare woman” he growled, irritated by your lack of movement.
“Then admit it”
“Admit what?”
“That I won the bet” you spoke, that devilish grin forming on your face again as you grinded your hips against his leg.
“Then I will help you~” you added, just to sweeten the deal for him some more.
You saw his ears twitch in annoyance.
“No fucking wa- ah- gah!” Teeth nibbling at the sensitive spot on his ears made him stop mid sentence, the pleasure he so desperately craved finally flowing through his body as you continued touching his most sensitive spots.
Your fingers danced across his skin, tracing over the parts of his body where his cat parts started, you knew these were his favorite spots, relishing in the unusual high pitched moans he let out. It almost felt like a sin to see him like this- and you were enjoying it more than you could possibly explain.
“F-fuck!” You hands wrapped around his length.
“I guess-can we talk about that l-later- nya-“ he blushed at the obscene sound that just escaped his mouth, not used to letting himself go like that before. But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t interested how far you could push him, the king of curses, to his limit.
“Don’t be a brat. Be nice and I’ll reward you” you ordered, getting off the bed to strip, taking your sweet time to tease him some more. Impatient eyes stared as you uncovered more and more of your body until you stood completely bare infront of the bed.
It didn’t take long until you hovered over him,chest pressing against his, leaning in for another kiss.
With both of your tongues fighting against each other for dominance, you grabbed his dick to guide it towards your entrance, teasing his tip against your wet folds.
He let out a guttural moan when he felt your velvety walls wrap around him tightly, feeling you pulsate around him as you tried to adjust.
“Fuck.. ngh-ah!” You followed up with a moan of your own when you started to move carefully, feeling the pleasure building up in your body.
His deep groans were muffled by his hand, but you were having none of it.
“I want to hear you” you roughly pinned his arms over his head as you continued to bounce on top of him, giving him a nice view of your breasts that bounced with each move.
Sukunas body craves more friction- so he tries to make you move faster, meeting your thrusts with movements of his own- but his building pleasure was soon gone when you stopped your movements all together.
Hands grabbing his wrists even tighter, your face moving closer and closer until you whispered in that teasing tone of yours;
“If you don’t behave right now I will leave you here until you cry and beg for me to finally come back. do we understand each other?”
With an annoyed groan he glared at you before mouthing a small “fine” and you started to move again.
You closely watched his expressions, how his eyes rolled back when you went faster, how a barely noticeable blush rose on his sweaty cheeks whenever he moaned a little to loud and high pitched for his liking- he was stunning.
He slides in and out of you so easily like the both of you were made for each other.
“Ngh- ngh- (Y/N)” his groans get less and less when he feels his high approach fast, high pitched moans replacing them as he felt his orgasm build up.
“Let go, Sukuna” you ordered once more- and that was the last thing it took until a loud string of “nya- ah! hah- hah!” along with incoherent words echoed through the room.
His ears and tail twiched as he filled you up with his warm seed. The familiar warmth made you release not long after, arching your back and digging your nails into his wrists.
The sensation made him hiss, thrusting up to fuck you through your orgasm.
“Fuck.. Sukuna..” you sighed as you slowly calmed down. After a while, you moved away from him, his softening cock escaping your warmth.
He rolled to the side, pretending not to hear you giggle at him.
“You do realize you lost the bet, right?”
“Shut up”
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