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Lightning Round, Take Two

kudos to @notedchampagne for inspiring this!!

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“This is a terrible idea.”

“It’ll be fine.”

“She’s going to hate me.”

“She’ll love you.”

“Love me? Love me?!” Karkat all but shrieked. “I don’t know if you’ve realized this, Dave, but I don’t exactly make the best impressions! In fact, one might even say I make the worst impressions! We’ll be lucky if she doesn’t end this visit early because she can’t stand being around me because I have the personality of a deep seated pimple!”

“Damn. The kind it hurts to pop?”

“Yes! The kind of pimple that never forms a head and settles on your upper lip so it hurts every time you move your mouth! That’s what my personality is like: persistent, painful, and pus-filled!”

“The three P’s.” Dave mused, and Karkat shot him a scowl. “C’mon man, don’t sell yourself short. You’re like a blackhead at the worst.”

“Don’t pander to me, Strider.” Karkat grumbled and crossed his arms, but he didn’t complain when Dave slung his arm over his shoulders. “I still think this would go much better without me.”

“Nah, dude, trust me, this is the best option. I mean, best case scenario, if I did this by myself, she’d be like ‘omg do u have a bf’ and I’d be like ‘yeah’ because that’s part of what I’m tryna do here, tell folks about us, but then she’d want pictures even though she’s definitely met you, and then I’d have to show her all those cute pictures I took of you when you weren’t looking, and I know you don’t want that.”

“You what?”

“You didn’t hear that.”

Karkat rolled his eyes and leaned a little closer into Dave’s side, eyes tracing the little carapacian homes they were walking by. Dusk was falling, much to his relief; they both had to make compromises when they realized their species operated at different times of day, but he still avoided leaving the hive when the sun was glaring and ready to burn him to a crisp. Dave probably could’ve flown them all the way to Roxy and Calliope’s house, but Karkat hated making him carry him that far (Dave always insisted he wasn’t that heavy, but the strain in his voice never escaped Karkat’s notice), so they were walking the last few blocks. Karkat had a sneaking suspicion Dave was fine with walking because he was trying to delay the inevitable. He was nervous, if the way his fingers were tapping on Karkat’s upper arm or the way he kept clenching and unclenching his jaw said anything. Karkat sighed and unfolded his arms to wrap one around Dave’s waist.

“You don’t have anything to worry about, you know.” He said, surprising Dave into looking down at him.

“What? Who said I’m worried? You’re the one who’s been bitching the whole evening.”

“Because I want to make a good impression on your weird paradox ancestor, shit for brains. I’m saying you don’t need to be worried about coming out to her.” He met Dave’s eyes through his shades, something he’d gotten good at over the sweeps. “Of all fucking people, she’ll be the most fine with it. That’s why you’re telling her first, right?”

“Yeah, I know, it’s just-” Dave sighed and looked away. He was better than he used to be, but holding eye contact was still hard for him, “It’s a big deal, you know? I mean, Rose probably figured it out from living in a confined space with us, and Dirk kinda got it out of context clues, but this is a first using the big B-word.”

“She’ll be fine. And if she isn’t, I’ll tear her apart and at least give her a reason to hate your boyfriend besides my shit-awful personality.”

“Aw, babe, I dunno whether to be flattered you’d attack my mom like a feral raccoon or bummed that you’re trashin’ yourself.”

“How about we compromise, and I’ll stop shit-talking myself if you stop stressing yourself out about this.”

“...Deal.”

“Good. Because I think that’s her house.”

“Oh shit.”

The two of them stopped just outside the elaborate building the carapacians had offered Roxy and Calliope back when they’d first arrived in the middle of Earth C society, both of them brimming with anxiety despite their reassurances. Karkat almost thought Dave was going to say this was too much for him and turn around and fly home, but he unwrapped himself from Karkat’s arm and instead held his hand to walk up to the front door and knock.

“Just a sec!” Roxy’s voice rang out from somewhere inside, and a few seconds later, the door opened to reveal her smiling face. “Davey!” She squealed and launched herself at him, hugging him tightly. Dave, to his credit, adapted quickly and let go of Karkat’s hand to hug her back.

“Sup, Rox.”

Roxy pulled away from Dave to turn towards Karkat, who instinctively took a half step back. She noticed and laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna hug you if you don’t wanna. Is a fistbump cool?”

“I don’t know if I would call anything a certain red asshole harangued me with in the early years of our friendship ‘cool’, but it is acceptable.” That made Roxy laugh, and he gave her a light fistbump.

“Karkat, bro, I can’t believe you’re just calling me uncool in front of my mom. What the fuck. What is this betrayal.” Dave shook his head, but he already seemed more relaxed.

“Dave, I dunno how to break this to you, but you’re related to me ‘n Dirk.” Roxy tried to adopt a sympathetic expression despite her grin. “You’ve got dork running through your veins.”

“Goddamn. You’re tellin’ me I’ve got a genetic predisposition for this shit?”

“Yup. It’s chronic. Doctors everywhere’re rushing to write studies on our family to try and isolate the ‘cool-but-really-not-cool’ gene.”

“Let’s hope it’s not replicable in a lab or anything. I’m pretty sure Earth C can only handle four of us.”

“Ohmigod, can you imagine them trying to test it out. Little lab rats wearing shades and writing wizard fic. Holy shit.” Roxy gasped at her own idea, an unbelievably pleased look on her face.

“Oh my dick. Fuck ectobiology, this is the science I want to invest in.”

“Absolutely not.” Karkat interjected. “There’s already enough of you jackasses, I think I’d have an aneurysm if any more blond lunatics were running around.”

“Lol,” Karkat couldn’t believe Roxy just said that out loud, “You’re probably right. Are we gonna keep fucking around about cool mice on the doorstep, or do you guys wanna come in?”

She stepped aside to lead them inside and showed them to the living room. “Callie’s out picking up dinner. I would’ve made something since I invited you guys over for dinner, but living in the water apocalypse did not leave me with many cooking skills.”

“Hey, no shade here.” Dave shrugged, plopping down on the couch with Karkat at his side. “I don’t think I’d be able to work an oven if I tried. We’re a strictly take-out household. Hivehold? I dunno, but we’ve barely touched the kitchen in the week we’ve been here.”

“Excuse you, I made those Hot Pockets yesterday.” Karkat countered sharply.

“Yeah, and they were like 30% cooked, dude. You put them in the microwave for thirty seconds and then panicked.”

“Fuck you, I don’t see you doing much better! In fact, I distinctly remember you eating those frozen pizza pockets like a ravenous barkbeast! It was like you’d been locked in a cave with nothing to eat for half a sweep and my delicious plate of folded sauce treats were the only thing saving you from a miserable, malnourished death!”

“I mean, a Hot Pocket’s a Hot Pocket. I’m not gonna turn one of those fuckers down, who do you think I am.”

“I think you’re a wiggler with no sense of taste.”

“You eat bugs.”

“And you put ranch on your pizza! Bricks and glass houses, Dave!”

“Dude, do trolls even have that expression? Aren’t y’all light sensitive? Why would you have glass houses?”

“Newsflash, dipshit, I’ve lived in close proximity for the majority of the past two sweeps with an overflowing fountain of pop culture references and idioms and an uppity seer that likes to make things as convoluted and difficult to understand as possible. I picked up a few human phrases! Uh, no offense, Roxy.” Karkat added at the mention of Rose.

“None taken! I’m pretty sure she gets that from Dirk anyway.” Roxy waved him off. “Take it back to the ranch on pizza thing tho, do you really do that? Is this some earth delicacy I missed out on?”

“Oh fuck yeah, it rules. You gotta try it some time.” Dave nodded, excited to get someone else to try his food crimes.

“Imma have to take a pass on that.” Roxy said, crinkling her nose.

“Finally, someone with taste!” Karkat exclaimed, and Dave gently hit his shoulder.

“I am slowly workin’ through traditional earth food tho! Or at least as traditional as you can get here. That’s where we’re getting dinner from! There’s this human/troll fusion place that Callie and I like. I dunno how authentic it is, but it tastes good at least!”

“I mean, nothing on Earth C is super authentic, it’s all like human diet slightly to the left, but it’s edible.”

“Better than the garbage we alchemized on the meteor, at least.” Karkat agreed.

“God, the fucking buffalo wings debacle.” Dave and Karkat shuddered in unison. Roxy looked amused.

“You guys spent a lot of time together on the meteor, right? And now you’re living together?” Roxy asked, and they both nodded. She had a look in her eyes that was far too reminiscent of the look Rose got when she was gearing up to psychoanalyze someone, and Karkat was hit with a stroke of panic. “Sooo, I should prob’ly do a lightning round with you too, right? Since you’re important to Dave?”

The pair shared a look and Dave shrugged, appearing nonchalant despite the way he was anxiously picking at a loose string on his jeans. “Uh, I guess?” Karkat said, bracing himself.

“I’ll start easy, I promise!” Roxy drummed her fingers on her lips as if thinking. “Hm… you’ve got ‘cat’ in your name, do you like cats?”

Karkat made a face, thrown off by the question. “I guess? I never had one, but Nepeta was pretty fucking into them, and they seemed… fine. I can respect a meowbeast that just lazes around if it’ll leave me the fuck alone, but Nepeta’s lusus could’ve probably torn me to shreds, so…” He shrugged.

“Was Nepeta a friend from the game?” Roxy backpedaled the moment she saw Karkat’s face fall. “Oh shit, tender subject, sorry.” She worried her lip, looking for another question, then perked up. “Oh! What’s your sign? I know it’s Cancer from earth astrology and stuff, but what’s that mean for trolls?”

Karkat looked down at his chest and grimaced. “Fuck if I know, I don’t actually have a sign. I spent most of my life thinking this stupid thing meant precisely fuck all. I guess it’s a symbol of my ancestor? But I never really learned much about him since the empress always tried to erase his rebellion, and I thought that ancestor shit was highblood bullshit anyway. I guess now I know it’s not, but ugh, I could’ve happily gone my whole wretched life without meeting that douchebag.”

“We met his ancestor in the dream bubbles.” Dave explained. “Or I guess descendent? Since y’all are technically the post-scratch group? I never really understood that part.”

“Doesn’t fucking matter, he was a pretentious asswipe with his head so far up his nook it’s a wonder he was even audible, but oh god, was he audible alright.”

“Lmao, I kinda wanna meet this guy.” Roxy grinned.

“No you don’t.” Dave and Karkat said in unison, which made her laugh.

“I’ll take your word for it.” The mischievous look was back in her eyes. “Next question! Have you ever had your quadrants filled?”

Karkat almost choked. “What the fuck kind of question is that? That’s none of your fucking business!” He blustered. “My quadrants are private, and it’s my decision if I want to bring them up! Are all humans this fucking nosy or is it just the Lalondes?!”

“It’s just the Lalondes.” Dave said flatly.

“I just thought it’d be fair since I asked Dave that in our lightning round!” Roxy put her hands up in apology, but didn’t look particularly apologetic. “I was curious!”

Karkat was about to continue his rant about people feeling entitled to knowledge about virtual strangers’ quadrants, but the way Dave sat up and cleared his throat gave him pause.

“Actually, Rox,” Dave started, fidgeting a bit, “I never answered that question back on the lilypad.”

“Yeah, but that’s okay!” Roxy brushed him off. “I’m not gonna push you to answer something you’re not comfy with.”

“That’s the thing. I wanna answer you now, if that’s cool.”

“Oh!” Roxy’s eyes widened. “Of course that’s cool! That’s cooler than cool.”

Dave lifted an eyebrow, a smile pulling at his lips despite himself. “What’s cooler than being cool?”

“Ice cold!” Roxy shouted at the top of her lungs, and the two of them chanted “alright” about a dozen times while Karkat watched them in bewilderment. Humans, he thought. He’d never understand them.

“Okay, but for real tho,” Roxy said once they’d both gotten a handle on their giggles, “You wanted to say something?”

“Yeah.” Dave almost immediately looked anxious again, running his hands over his jeans. “So. You asked if I’d ever kissed anyone or-” He cleared his throat and the rest came out in a mumbled cough, “-been in love.”

Karkat held his breath, eyes flicking between Dave and a very focused Roxy.

“The, um. The answer to both of those questions is… yes? And I know you’re wonderin’ who, that’s like the next logical question, like if you ask someone if they’re hungry and they say yes, your next question is probably gonna be ‘what do you wanna eat’, unless you’re a total dick and just wanted to, I dunno, be aware of someone else’s hunger for your own sick pleasures and leave ‘em waiting like you’re some kinda sick torturer tryin’ to extract information out of a prisoner, like ‘hey are you hungry?’ ‘Yeah, I am, actually. I’ve been hanging from my ankles for a week now and I’d kill for some motherfucking KFC right now.’ ‘Interesting. Go fuck yourself.’ That’s not a very good interrogator, actually, he didn’t even try to get any information out of the guy except for the knowledge that he’s really craving some chicken, which is virtually useless, unless the interrogator is working for KFC’s competitor, like Popeyes out here tryna get the deets on their rival brands. Hey, do you think they’ve got a Popeyes anywhere on Earth C? Maybe we should start one, make a shit ton of money. Really boost the economy.”

“Dave.” Karkat cut him off before he could get too far from the topic, giving him a pointed look. “Were you actually going to say something important or were you going to just talk out of your deflated ass forever?”

“Hey man, you know you love my ass.”

“The point, Dave-!”

“Right right right.” Dave shook his head and took a deep breath before looking at Roxy again, who looked like she was might be putting things together already. “It’s Karkat. The answer to ‘who’, I mean. We’ve, uh. We’ve been dating since the meteor.”

Roxy’s whole face lit up. “Aw, congrats you guys! That’s really sweet!”

“Yeah.” Dave looked over at Karkat and gave him a tiny smile before looking a little apprehensive again. “I’d, uh, appreciate if you didn’t tell anyone though? I mean, the rest of the meteor crew probably knows because we spent… a lot of time together.”

“Most of that was platonic, though. A good two-thirds of it, at least.” Karkat countered.

“True, but they don’t know that. Far as they know, one day we were just two bros hanging out and watching movies and shit, then the next day, Vriska walks in to catch one of those bros taking a snooze on his other bro’s lap and falling off the couch the moment she announces her presence.”

“I’ll give you three fucking guesses which dumbass that was.” Karkat directed that at Roxy, and she snorted.

“Rude.” Dave nudged him. “But yeah, they’ve probably figured it out, but we haven’t officially told anyone. I haven’t even told anyone I’m, you know. Bisexual.”

“Wait, so I’m the first person you’ve told?” Roxy looked a little stunned.

“I- Yeah? I just thought you’d probably be a safe person to go to, especially since we don’t have any weird baggage like I might have with John and Jade, you’re just my alt-mom, which I guess does make things a little weird-”

“It’s a little weird, but it does mean you get a certified mom hug!” She interrupted, standing up.

“A mom hug? Dunno if I know what those are like.” Dave said, smiling a little.

“They’re like this, you big goober.” Roxy pulled him into a tight hug, pulling him down a little so he could put his head on her shoulder. “I’m proud of you, Davey. That’s a big deal, comin’ out and shit. I’m glad you felt like you could tell me.”

“...Thanks mom.” Dave’s voice was a watery mumble against her shoulder, but he seemed to have collected himself by the time they pulled away. Roxy immediately turned her sights on Karkat.

“Your turn! You’re family now, you can’t escape hugs anymore.”

“Ugh, you humans are so fucking tactile.” Karkat grumbled but resigned himself to Roxy’s affectionate squeeze.

“Hey man, don’t act like you’re not cuddly as hell. I have to pry you off of me with a crowbar to go take a piss sometimes. You should see this dude when he gets sleepy, Rox, it’s so fucking cute. Did you know trolls purr? It’s some kinda flushed noise or something and it’s the fucking best.” Dave seemed to already be relaxing now that the thing he’d been dreading was over with.

“That’s private!” Karkat hissed, embarrassed. Dave just grinned at him and sat a little closer when they took a seat again. “Do you want me airing out how you melt like a touch starved candybar left in the sunlight when I suggest you should be the little spoon? Or how you turn into a warbling puddle of Dave when I do this?” He reached over and out his hand on Dave’s knee, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles. Casual affection, Dave’s weakness.

“Aw,” Roxy cooed. Dave looked thoroughly embarrassed and made a strangled noise in his throat. Karkat gave him a smug look.

“Shut up.” He grumbled weakly and scooted a little closer so he could press against Karkat’s side and hold his hand.

“So you guys are matesprits?” Roxy asked, and Karkat’s anxiety immediately returned. Dave wasn’t the only one who had coming out to do. Dave squeezed his hand and let Karkat start since this was his thing to discuss.

“Mostly?” He offered weakly, then tried to sound more certain. “We’re kind of pale too.”

“Plus I piss you off in a pitch way sometimes.” Dave added helpfully.

“And the way you kept me from tearing Vriska apart on the meteor was sort of ashen.” Karkat admitted.

“I mean, there wasn’t really much of a chance of you tearing her apart to begin with. Spidertroll could’ve probably kicked any of our asses in her sleep, she’s fuckin’ crazy.”

“My point still stands!”

“So…” Roxy interrupted, guiding them back on topic, “You’re in all quadrants? I didn’t know trolls did that!”

Karkat winced. “They don’t. Usually. It’s extremely frowned upon.”

“Karkat’s had trouble keeping shit in one quadrant.” Dave explained for him. “He’s got a big ol’ heart full of love.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re the only person in Paradox Space to come to that conclusion about what my useless fucking pump biscuit is full of, but thanks for the thought.” Karkat rolled his eyes, defaulting to annoyance to avoid the insecurities that always gnawed at him when he thought about his relationship with quadrants. “‘Full of love’ is usually not the first thing people describe me as. More like ‘full of a burning anger’ or ‘a perpetual stream of irritable piss’ or, hell, ‘just undiluted dumbass juice!’ As far as most people are concerned, I’m Karkat ‘useless shitfit’ Vantas, and they’re not fucking wrong!”

“Okay, sure, you might be the grumpiest person in all - what, is this five universes now? I can’t keep track, but that doesn’t mean you’re not secretly a big softy.” Dave rubbed his thumb over Karkat’s knuckles. “I know that best out of probably anyone.”

“If it helps, I don’t think of you as those things!” Roxy added. Karkat gave her a disbelieving look.

“Full offense, we’ve never really ‘hung out.’”

“I mean, no, but I’ve seen you interacting with Dave and John and Kanaya and stuff, and you’ve always seemed to be a caring friend underneath all the yelling.” Roxy shrugged. “It’s nice knowing Dave’s in good hands since I’ve only been part of his family for a couple weeks. Means I don’t have to give you a shovel talk prob’ly!”

“The shovel talk? What the fuck? What does that even mean?” Karkat looked at Dave for an explanation, but he only winced.

“You know, when parents meet their kid’s partner and are like ‘you better not hurt my baby, or I’ll kill you.’ That kind of thing. I’m guessing trolls didn’t do that on Alternia?” Roxy tilted her head, seeming genuinely curious. Karkat’s face contorted as he wrapped his head around that concept.

“Okay, first of all, no we didn’t because we didn’t even have parents and our lusii wouldn’t give two shits about our quadrantmates. Second of all, you better not even think about giving me your ridiculous human ‘shovel talk’! I’ve known Dave far longer than you have, so it really should be me going ‘don’t fucking hurt him,’ but I know I don’t need to because Dave can fucking handle himself! He doesn’t need your bullshit defenses! If I ever hurt him, I trust him to be able to tell me to fuck off out of his life - not that he’d ever need to because I’d rather establish a culling system in the Troll Kingdom and offer myself up as their first sacrifice than hurt Dave!” He took a deep inhale to continue his tirade, but Dave cut him off with a pat to the cheek.

“Yo, dude, shoosh, it’s okay. It’s really not that big of a deal.” It was only after Dave cut off his train of thought that Karkat realized how worked up he was getting, and he shrank back down against Dave’s shoulder, embarrassed. “I’m pretty sure Roxy was kidding, anyway.”

“Yeah, for sure!” Roxy nodded quickly. “I didn’t mean to imply you were gonna hurt Dave or that he couldn’t take care of himself or anything. That’s hella not my place, and you guys seem very good for each other.”

“Oh. Well. Good.” He sent her a warning glare just to make sure he’d gotten the point across, then forced himself to let some tension out of his shoulders.

“It is really nice knowin’ my family’s in good hands though.” Roxy smiled. “Hell, it’s nice knowin’ I have a family! Oh my god, Dave, do you realize none of us Strilondes are straight? I mean, Rose ‘n Dirk are both gay as hell, and then you and I are bi!”

“Yeah- Wait, what?” Dave jolted a little in surprise. “Rox, you’re bi too? Since when?”

“Uh, since always?” Roxy laughed a bit. “I thought that’s why you came to me, because you knew!”

“No! Holy shit, I gotta process this for a second.”

“LMAO.” Roxy said, pronouncing every letter. “Yeah, dude! I mean, can you blame me? Like, dudes are hot as fuck, that’s like self explanatory. I mean, have you seen the Englberts? Eglishes? Whatever their family name is, John and Jake are both total babes, but then there are girls too! I mean, Janey, what a gal, right? And Callie too!”

“Right?” Dave enthused, clearly excited someone understood where he was coming from. “Girls are so fucking good, hot damn, but then? Dudes? Holy shit?”

“Yeah!” Roxy was just about throwing herself out of her chair with her excitement. “I can barely leave the house, it’s just smoochable babes everywhere I turn.”

“I’d say it’s a goddamn plight, but I got the most smoochable right here.” Dave emphasized his point with a kiss to one of Karkat’s horns, making him squawk. Dave laughed a little and turned back to Roxy. “Yo, but rewind back to Callie. Soooo, are y’all two, y’know…”

Roxy looked remarkably like Dave when embarrassed. “Uh…” The sound of the front door opening and Calliope’s greeting voice cut her off. “I’ll get back to you on that!” Dave waggled his eyebrows at her but didn’t push it.

Dinner was an enjoyable affair, despite Karkat’s near constant crippling fear of being miserable in every social engagement. The food was good and pretty close to tasting like home, and the conversation was fluid - mostly because Roxy and Dave chattered the entire time like hyperactive squirrels. Karkat tried to be annoyed with their ridiculous stream of consciousness discussions, but he couldn’t help but feel warm watching Dave talk so comfortably with his ecto-mom. And he certainly wasn’t the only person happy with the situation; every time he and Dave started bantering back and forth, he could see Roxy’s delight out of the corner of his eye, and the absolutely lovestruck look on her face whenever Calliope spoke didn’t escape him either.

Eventually, though, they had to head home - though Dave and Karkat had both shifted their sleep schedules to be active in the afternoon and most of the night, the majority of their human friends were still diurnal and needed to go to bed eventually - so after a few more hugs from Roxy, they were sent on their way.

Dave landed them down the street from their hive, and Karkat didn’t complain about having to walk that last distance. The Troll Kingdom was just now starting to wake up, stores and restaurants lighting up, trolls in suits rushing to their early jobs, and young trolls getting ushered off to school. It was so different from Alternia, but Karkat thought he could probably get used to the differences if it meant he didn’t have to worry about getting culled at a single glance at his blood color. Maybe it was too early to tell, but if he let himself feel just the slightest bit optimistic for his future, he had a feeling he could be really happy here. He could live a peaceful, successful life on Earth C, and if the cheerful way Dave was swinging their clasped hands meant anything, he wasn’t the only one feeling hopeful.

“So,” He prompted, leaning into Dave’s shoulder, “I guess that could have been more horrible.”

“Yep.” Dave said, popping the ‘p’. “We’ll have to scrap those emergency plans. Cancel our name changes and facial reconstructions and flights to the other side of Earth C, no need to run away immediately.”

“I don’t know, we might have to keep that shit pencilled in. We still need to tell John.” Karkat reminded him, and Dave groaned.

“Oh fuck. Yeah, never mind, you sure we can’t just fuck off into another universe? Universe D here we come. The D stands for Davekat ‘cause it’ll just be us, babe. It also stands for Dick because, come on, it’s us, of course it does. Also Dinosaurs just ‘cause. Do you think dinosaurs are a universal constant? Like, did dinosaurs exist for you guys? Or- oh shit, do you think they evolved differently? Are trolls just super evolved dinosaurs?”

“Dave,” Karkat gave him a look, “I think I would know if I was a dinosaur.”

“I dunno, dude, maybe we’re all dinosaurs-”

“Okay, I know when to cut that shit off.” Karkat rolled his eyes and let go of his hand to unlock their door. “Seriously, I think… that went okay. Less than horrid.”

“Less than horrid, huh? That’s a big compliment coming from you, are you feeling okay? Are you gettin’ some kinda fluffy feelings from hanging out with Roxy too long, ‘cause like, I get it.”

“Shut up. All I’m saying is this might not have been as much of an ordeal as we thought, this ‘coming out to everyone we know’ thing.”

“Maybe. You might be right.” Dave admitted, following him inside. “But that involved way too many emotions, and I think all my brain’s been used up for the rest of the day for anything that involves more thought than playing Xbox for seven hours straight. You down?”

“Fuck yes.”

#homestuck #davekat #dave strider #karkat vantas #roxy lalonde #calliope's there for like a second #okay to reblog #my writing #this was fun to write!#i. really like writing karkat he's very fun.#also she/her pronouns are used for roxy bc this is pre-them figuring out their gender #this is epilogue non-compliant household but i do want to keep roxy's journey to figuring out they're nonbinary

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facets-and-rainbows · 5 years

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Volume 11 question corner (historical restoration)

Welp, one of my posts [here] got flagged DESPITE BEING ENTIRELY TEXT but it’s a reblog from a deactivated OP asking for a translation and CANNOT BE SAVED, so I’m gonna repost it here for posterity. Enjoy this quaint ancient translation of some volume 11 extras.

December 8, 2013

todo-john-august-cat:

BEGGING FOR JAPANESE-SPEAKERS OR JAPANESE-KNOWERS

to translate at least one interesting fact from the info lists. (maybe Lightning’s class and meister type if there is it)

please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please (Q,Q)

desktop-warrior:

Here’s what I got from Google Translate, combined with my very rudimentary knowledge of Japanese grammar. Don’t quote me on this. It’ll likely be quite inaccurate.

Interesting facts for Angel: - “Joke is not through” - I’m assuming this means that others’ jokes at his expense don’t get through to him, or he takes it all in good fun. Or, HIS jokes don’t make sense to others. - “Demon sword Caliburn enslavement” - Also a tricksy one; from the wording of it, I’m assuming it means he’s ‘enslaved’ Caliburn. - Feminist. No joke. - “No mercy to those identified as enem[ies].” Duh! :D

Interesting facts for Lightning: - Cynic - “How it is called Lightning, which was quite strong enslavement familiar.” From what I gather, this means that Lightning got his nickname from a powerful familiar demon he uses. Which means he’s a Tamer, and we might get to see him in action soon, hopefully. :D - Something about either hating not showering for a week (quite long, if you ask me), or not minding that he doesn’t shower that long and he does so quite commonly. I guess that goes with his scruffy appearance. - “Weak and cleaning.” Probably means he’s slovenly, which wouldn’t surprise me.

Now, for Lightning’s Meisters: it looks like he has all five of them, not surprising for an Arc Knight, but it looks like he got one of them (Tamer) twice. Again, don’t quote me because I’m guessing here based on images of the Exorcist ranks list I found online.

And, ah, if I could ask for a teeny favour, if you can: does Godaiin also get a character profile in Volume 11? I really like his character, so would you be able to upload his profile if he has one? If he doesn’t, or if you don’t want to, that’s perfectly fine.

todo-john-august-cat:

omg, what a clever people on internets ! thank You so much

unfortunately in the 11th volume there are only two profiles, BUT Goddain appeared in characters card (idk what it’s proper name) for the first time

[broken image link, used to be a pic of that page]

(I’m not good in tumblr :( is this picture clickable and downloadable?)

desktop-warrior:

Oh, haha, there was nothing ‘clever’ about what I did! I’ve enabled my keyboard to be able to type Japanese characters. So I copied out the facts and then put them through Google Translate. I took a first-year Japanese course in university, so I understand mostly how Japanese grammar works. I looked at the results and interpreted them in the way that made the most sense to me. You can talk to anyone who knows a little more Japanese and they would’ve done a much better job than I did. :D Nonetheless, you’re welcome.

And thank YOU for uploading that character card! What I wanted to know most of all was Godaiin’s first name, which I do now.

facets-and-rainbows:

Your translations seem pretty darn accurate as far as I can tell : ) “Joke not through” means that Angel doesn’t get jokes. I had to look up フェミニスト in like three dictionaries before I was convinced that it still meant “feminist” in Japanese, but he is indeed a feminist against all expectation. “Enslave” is a strong word; maybe “employ”? “Lightning” is apparently a title given to some sort of master Tamer/Aria (I think?). I don’t know what the second “Tamer” meister is. I don’t think it’s been mentioned before. He’s bad at cleaning and bathing, like you said.

I have volume 11 here, so I guess I might as well paraphrase the fan question corner thing they’re doing. It’s got some neat little facts.

-Angel’s middle initial is A, not O. The times when it was O were typos. -Angel is half English and half French. He and Lightning are canonically multilingual (Angel claims to have dabbled in 8 languages!). They are actually literally speaking Japanese in their scenes. Not just for the reader’s convenience. We’re just gonna go with the explanation that all the foreign exorcists are good with languages because it is, in Lightning’s words, “cooler that way.” -Rin sleeps with his eyes open. A lot. It creeps Yukio right out. -The sandwich Shiemi eats in Chapter 46 is made of herbs from her garden. It was “bitter, but good for you. Probably.” -Paku is doing fine in regular school despite seeing demons all the time, thanks for asking. -You can get TO cram school with magic keys, but you have to take the long way back unless you have a key for your next destination. -Rin is the easiest character for Katou-sensei to draw. Angel is hardest because hair is hard. Lightning is also kind of hard because she’s not used to him yet. She can’t pick a favorite character because she’s spent years of her life developing and identifying with each and every one. -Mephisto is impressed that you noticed how his fingernails only look pointy when he’s not wearing gloves. But you shouldn’t worry too much about it. He’s a shapeshifter and he can do whatever he wants. -If you want to know what class everyone is in in regular school, you’re gonna have to figure it out yourself from the school festival scenes. The information is there. -As previously covered, Godaiin’s given name is Sei. He apologizes for it. -Yes, Amaimon’s face was smoking when he came out of the cuckoo clock in volume 10, just like it was when he went into the cuckoo clock in volume 4. Yes, this is because time is meaningless inside the cuckoo clock. -Caliburn, Angel’s sword, is a trans woman in the manga despite being a cis woman in the anime. It doesn’t matter to Angel whether his sword is a man or a woman. But don’t get your hopes up, Caliburn, he probably didn’t mean that in QUITE the way you think he meant it. Angel’s kind of dense. -You have to recite a demon’s Fatal Verse word for word. Unless you’re really good. Like, Lightning good. Then you can freestyle abbreviate it. -Mephisto will neither confirm nor deny that he is the Mephistopheles from Goethe’s Faust. -If you can’t see demons, can you see Rin’s tail etc? The answer is SURPRISINGLY COMPLICATED. Rin says regular people can’t see the flames. They CAN see the ears, fangs, and tail, but no one seems to mention it. They don’t notice much. Then Mephisto talks about perception and the human brain and inattentional blindness for long enough that he has to be cut off. -How’d you like the cross-dressing, guys? Rin: It was funny! Suguro: I feel like I lost a part of myself that day. I don’t want to do it again. Konekomaru: Agrees with Suguro. Shima: I thought I was really cute but not as cute as real girls lol. Yukio: It was part of the mission. -If the twins are complete opposites, how is Yukio’s cooking? Is it edible? Well, he doesn’t really cook much at all. It’s totally not because he cut himself as a child and is afraid of chopping stuff NO IT’S NOT SHUT UP RIN. -Yes, twelve-year-old fan, it is okay if your original story copies Blue Exorcist a lot. But once you become a manga author yourself, you’ll need to branch out. You’ll understand when you’re older.

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Infinity Part 18 (M)

**GIF NOT MINE

Mini-Masterlist

Characters: Mark Tuan (GOT7), You (Reader/OC), GOT7 members, Mark’s parents, Marika (Your friend), and other surprise characters

Genre: Slow Build, Smut, Fluff, Angst (on previous and future chapters)

Warning/s: Tons of smut here omg what did I do, Overstimulation, and Mark being horny and sweet AF

Length: 5,695 words

Plot: You have always believed the line from your favorite book that some infinities are larger or smaller than other infinities. You always wonder if you even have an infinity that you get to spend with someone or you will be forever alone?

A/N: I am extremely sorry for the long wait, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

After two more rounds in the bathroom, Mark finally decided that it’s time for the two of you to actually get cleaned up. You can barely keep your eyes open as he lathers your back with the shower gel, your hands and forehead leaning against the tiled wall, your wet hair carefully tied into a bun. He scrubbed your ass and legs where majority of his cum went, since either of you are too impatient to get a new condom from the bedroom.

“Baby, turn around for me.”

“Fuck you.” You spluttered and Mark just giggled heartily, pushing you against his chest softly before proceeding in spreading the soap on your neck, your breasts, and your torso.

“I’m exhausted. And sore.” You said as he continues washing you, his palms gliding over the front your shaky thighs and legs.

“I know.”

“But it felt good. I’ve missed you.” Mark again laughs when you turn your head to kiss the slope of his jaw. Earlier you were just cursing at him and now you’re being cuddly, placing your hands on top of his that is now circled around your waist.

“I love you.” You kissed his cheek and he grabs the shower head from the rack and began rinsing the suds and bubbles from both of your bodies.

“I love you too, baby girl.” He presses a lingering kiss on your lips and you closed your eyes, letting Mark hold you and finish cleaning you up.

You two had stayed in the tub for a few more minutes just to relax your sore and slightly tensed muscles. You are cradled in his arms, your arms wrapped around him and your face at the crook of his neck while you are conveniently settled on his lap, the warm water that surrounds the two of you definitely helps in soothing your stiff and tired bodies.

“You okay baby?” Mark asks as he rubs soothing circles on your back, slowly lulling you to sleep. You hummed against his neck and you felt his pillow-like lips dropping a soft kiss on your temple.

Mark helped you out of the tub and the two of you dried and dressed yourselves up before climbing on the bed. You were out like a light the moment your tired body met the comfy sheets of Mark’s bed. Before you completely succumb to sleep, you felt his lips pressing a lingering kiss on your forehead after murmuring a soft “Good night”.

You were a little dazed when you were stirred from the sleep the morning after. You weren’t used to having someone next to you when you sleep, aside from Marika, though that is very rare, your best friend for about 10 years is still not used to a lot of skin ship and physical contact. Moreover, they are not just sleeping next to you, the other person’s legs are also tangled against your own that you are wondering which legs are yours and their arms are wrapped around your shoulders and waist, respectively, while both of your arms are around the other person’s middle. Your brain is still catching up on what’s happening really when something in your brain clicked, flashbacks of what happened last night dawned on you full force — which made your head throb just a little but a smile immediately registered on your face when your gaze met a now very familiar neck and upper chest.

Instead of pulling away just like how you pictured you would do when you woke up dazed, you scooted closer to him (if that is even possible considering that you are clinging on to each other like koalas) burying your face further on the crook of his neck, breathing in the man’s musky scent beneath the lavender smell from the shower gel you two had used last night when you showered together.

It was a fantastic feeling, everything that happened between last night and today; waking up in the arms of the man whom you had loved both consciously and unconsciously for the last ten years. You feel secured, loved, contented, and protected even just being in Mark’s arms on his king-sized bed. This mix of feelings is something you never thought you would crave for in life, or even imagine if you are honest. You never thought that it is possible, after all the challenges life had thrown at you over the years, as well as the sickness that has been with you for about a decade.

You pressed a light kiss on Mark’s neck — smiling when you feel him move a bit just to push your closer to his chest, his steady, calming breaths hitting the crown of your head and you bit your lip to stop yourself from giggling too much, you never felt this way before, even with Jinyoung, whom you thought was your first love. He was a good man and you had loved him then, but it was never like this, the passion and love you felt for Mark grew about a thousand times more after you had confessed to him, and you already know that you had loved him more than how you’ve loved Jinyoung before — so you guess that was the difference after all.

You slowly removed pulled your face away from Mark’s neck so that you can look up to him and you smiled dearly. Mark looks like a kid, adorable and oh-so cute with his brown fringe blocking his forehead and closed eyes, his pillow-like lips jutted out slightly, reminding you of how he looks ten years ago when he appeared on your dream a few weeks back, very youthful and handsome.

It appears that Mark is in a very deep sleep because he didn’t move an inch when you retracted your legs from his, as well as your arm that is underneath his body. You felt a little sad that he didn’t notice, but, at the same time, you were delighted because it means that your boyfriend can get a little more sleep, and you can explore his house and his kitchen to see if you can put something for breakfast.

You continued your slow, cat-like movements as you stepped out of Mark’s bed. When you’re finally off of it, you quickly looked at Mark and you sighed in relief when he didn’t move an inch. You stretched your arms above your head before walking towards the direction of his bathroom, wanting to brush your teeth and wash your face. Mark had given you a spare toothbrush last night and dressed you in some knickers too as well as his t-shirt. When you asked him why he has knickers with him (with a subtle raise of your eyebrow) he just giggled and showed you the tag of the underwear, telling you that it’s new and he just bought it randomly and out of nowhere when he was thinking of you. You were surprised that it was a perfect fit now that you had woken up and not in a post-coital bliss — smiling once again as you splash some water on your face to remove the suds, wiping your face with the towel before going out of the bathroom. You shake your head when you find that Mark still hasn’t moved from his previous position, and just walked your way out of the room and down the stairs to his kitchen.

You are surprised when you found out that there are actual edible contents inside Mark’s fridge. There are eggs, some processed and fresh meat and chicken, even kimchi and vegetables, as well as a variety of drinks from soju, beer, apple juice, sodas, and milk. His kitchen drawers have lots of canned goods and boxes of waffle and pancake mixes; which made you decide to cook pancakes along with eggs and bacon for breakfast.

It amazed you big time on how easy and natural this all feels — this is the second time you’ve been at Mark’s house but as you move around his kitchen, you felt like you’ve been here for a long time already, going by your instinct on where the pans and cooking utensils are as well as how light and homey it feels especially when you started mixing the ingredients for the pancakes while you thaw the frozen bacon on the sink.

Because of how focused you are with what you’re doing, you didn’t hear voices calling out for you and footsteps nearing the kitchen.

The very first thing that Mark noticed when he finally woke up that morning is that a certain warmth that he had felt the entire night is missing, along with the wonderful scent of something sweet and floral against his nose.

You’re not next to him on his bed.

Mark sat up abruptly, the sudden force making his sight blurry — but he didn’t pay much attention to it as he scrambled to get off of the bed, panic rising in his chest at the thought of you leaving — he cannot bear for you to leave him this time, not now that he had felt that as though his love towards you had reached something infinitive and non-stop or unchangeable, no, he cannot take it.

“______!” He calls for you as he grabs the first thing that he can get from his closet, luckily, it was a tank top as he storms out of his bedroom.

“Baby? Where are you?” He puts on his tank top before dragging his feet down the stairs in a lightning speed. However, he stood to a halt when he heard some clinking of plates and utensils as well as a soft voice humming to the tune of a popular dance song from one of the hottest boy groups in Korea (when he thought about it, it was actually Really, Really by WINNER), making him let out a huge sigh of relief. He had to steady his wobbly limbs by grabbing on the stair railing, his sudden reaction to your disappearance while he’s slightly light-headed from just waking up brought discomfort on his head, but he is sure that it will be gone in just a few seconds.

When Mark managed to get himself steady, he walks down the stairs languidly, now smelling the wonderful scent of brewing coffee — which made him assume that the love of his life is trying to put up a nice breakfast for him.

Mark smiled even wider when he finally reached the mouth of the kitchen. Your back is on him as you carefully add water to the huge bowl, stirring it with a small hand mixer which he recognized as something that he got for free when he purchased a whole cooking set years ago. He never thought that he had used it before, which made him even more amused on how you were able to set your hands on it.

Mark doesn’t want you to notice his presence since he wanted to just enjoy the sight of you being overly domestic in his kitchen, in his house, making his heart flutter even more thinking that you are actually there, with him, and even if it’s just less than a day that you two are together, he felt like he’s been dating you for months, and that you belong there, with him, at his house, together.

He leans against the wall on his right to get a better view of you as you continue to mix something in the bowl, which he now assumed to be pancake batter if the box next to you is not enough indication. In this angle, the counter is not a hindrance so he can see the entirety of you, clad in just his oversized shirt that just reach your mid-thighs, so he has a view of your luscious legs. Your hair is also tied in a bun and the neckline of the shirt had ridden on your right shoulder, exposing the smooth skin there as well as a little of your back and your nape which is not covered with your hair.

A chill run down Mark’s spine when you accidentally dropped the scissors you are holding, bending over to pick it up from the floor and Mark’s mouth watered at the sight of your behind — wanting nothing more than to run his hands over the soft flesh and to knead them until he’s more than satisfied. His lewd thoughts were interrupted when you stood up and resumed cutting the plastic wrapper of the bacon so that you can start frying them.

Mark tried to wither his mind from the obscene thoughts that are clouding his foggy brain — though he cannot deny that even though you two had made love multiple times last night, he still had managed to sport a semi-erection just seeing you dressed in his shirt and some panties he bought.

Maybe he is just hungry, though he is trying so hard to convince himself that it is for food, but his dick is saying otherwise.

“Ah!” You squealed in surprise when you felt two strong arms circling around your waist from behind — ready to slap the intruder on the face with a spatula but when you felt the person’s chin on your shoulder and the feeling of his soft, plump lips grazing your bare neck, you slapped one his arms that are wrapped around you using the wooden utensil instead.

“You scared me!” You pouted and Mark smiled against your neck, burying his nose deeper against you before breathing in your scent, which you assumed smelled like a mix of butter, eggs, and some processed meat.

“Good morning baby girl—“ Mark mumbles against your neck as you began to flip the first pancake you had cooked — making you smile when you saw the even light brown color on the top part.

“Good morning to you too, handsome — slept well?” You asked and you giggled when he nodded against your neck, his hold around your waist getting tighter, showing zero intentions of going away anytime soon.

“Alright — I hope you don’t mind me invading your kitchen, love. Breakfast will be ready soon, and I think the coffee is ready, will you help yourself in making some coffee, hmm?” You ran your unoccupied hand on top of his arms dearly as you remove the cooked pancake from the pan and transferring it to the empty porcelain next to the stove.

“I don’t want to move.” He said as he pulled his face away from your neck before burying his nose on your hair. “I want to stay here.” He mumbled against the crown of your head and you laughed as you pour another mixture on the pan. You also turned off the stove that cooks the bacons — setting them on the other plate with oil drainers.

“You’re such a baby—“ You giggled when Mark tickled your side a bit. “And don’t do that— I don’t want to ruin my perfect circle-shaped pancake.” You grabbed his hand that tickled you and he laughs against your hair. He does it again and you let out another sharp giggle.

“Mark!”

“What?” He answered innocently and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Don’t what what me, stop or pull away from me.” You said and Mark pouted against your nape.

“Sorry — I won’t move. But give me that perfect circle-shaped pancake.” He murmurs and you laughed; amused, before nodding.

“Okay baby. You’ll get it.”

After tons of convincing, you finally had Mark pull away from you to arrange the table and make some coffee while you cook the remaining batter in the bowl. When you put the pancakes, eggs, bacon, and sliced fruits on the table, you smiled when you saw Mark walking across the counter bringing two mugs of steaming coffee. The table has a small pitcher of water as well and it’s all set.

You two had eaten in silence; the night prior surely made the two of you really starving that no one dared to talk once you had the food inside your mouths. Mark even choked at one point by trying to eat half of the pancake portion (he grumbled that he’s too hungry so decided to eat it all at once) and you laughed at him while patting his back and refilling his glass with water.

When you’re done, Mark insisted to wash the plates and the pans, which you told him that you can take care of, but he said that you already cooked breakfast so he needs to do the rest. You sighed in defeat and just pouted, which he kissed away quickly, making you blush before you proceed in wiping the grubs on the table.

Once you’re done, you sat on the counter on the other side of the sink to watch your boyfriend being overly domestic —washing the plates and pans and you definitely didn’t notice how his tank top would showcase his arm muscles whenever he lathers the sponge over the kitchen items. You are not sure if Mark is doing it on purpose, but he is flexing his back a little too tight for someone who’s just washing plates; his back muscles ripping against the fabric of his thin tank top. He even lifted his arms and stretched them above his head before turning from side to side…

He is clearly doing it on purpose.

“What a show off.” You scoffed under your breath as you sway your legs from where they’re hanging off of the counter, and Mark barks a loud laugh, amazed by how you had caught on his act.

“What are you talking about?” He asks but he was still laughing; his shoulders shaking in an attempt to muffle his laughs and you just roll your eyes dramatically. Mark finally finished wiping the last plate as he sets it on the counter before making his way towards you. He immediately settled in between your legs, like he belongs there, before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Thank you…” He presses a light kiss on your lips and you smiled against his lips.

“What for?”

“For coming back to me.” He presses his forehead against yours and you smiled as you bump your nose against his. “For trusting me and for forgiving me, for everything, really.” He chuckles before pulling away, looking at you deeply with his dark, brown eyes. “You surely had been even more beautiful than before, ______.” He says with sincerity that made your heart do flips and making your face two shades darker. Mark noticed your blush because of your proximity so he hugs you tighter against his body.

“So, so beautiful, and pretty, and lovely — very sexy too.” He pushes on and you snorted, ducking your face to your chest but Mark is quick to lift your already flaming face by your chin to meet his gaze.

“Don’t go shy on me now.” He kisses your lips and you just hugged him tighter, burying your face against his neck.

“I love you.” You mumbled against the pale skin in front of you and Mark giggles.

“I love you too, ______.”

“You look more handsome when you were a kid though.” You puffed and Mark made a noise of disagreement.

“Oh really?” He started and you are already slightly shaking from trying to control your laughter. “Is that the reason why you almost drooled when you saw me naked last night? And how my muscles look tight when I stretched them earlier? I saw you — ____, don’t even deny.” He blew a raspberry at you and you just shake your head, Mark is such an old child, but you find that you don’t mind. It is funny that you can switch from being two young adults being so in love with each other to two bickering old children in a second.

“Fine. I appreciated your body, but you were the one who drooled when you saw me naked…” You tilted your head to the side and Mark was lost at the sight of your neck covered in bruises that he caused, making you bite your lip in victory. Mark gained control of himself by shaking his head and looking elsewhere.

“Whatever.” He grumbles and you laughed before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him against you for a sweet, longing kiss, which he returned in no time. His hands roamed over your bare thighs, snaking them inside your shirt to touch the warm, naked skin of your waist, making you moan against his mouth which he gladly swallowed, your fingers threading on his brown hair before gliding them down to his nape and shoulders.

Mark was first to pull away when you two are running short on oxygen — looking at you as if he’s going to bear holes on you, however, he decided to play a little, trying to hold off the animalistic desire bubbling at the bottom of his stomach. He removes his hands from your waist and you whined at the loss of contact, but he immediately wrapped them around you once again before leaning forward to press a kiss on your nose.

“Did you prepare any dessert for me, baby?” He smirks as he eyes your face and your exposed neck and cleavage, making his throat dry as he fights the urge to just bury his face there all at once. You shared the same smug smile Mark is wearing as you caught on the invisible hook, line, and sinker.

“It depends on how you like your dessert to be…” You smiled as you run your fingers through his brown locks; tugging at his follicles softly but enough to make Mark let out small groans, before massaging the back of his neck. “We have some cookies on the jar to your right…” You bite your lower lip and Mark desperately wants to do that instead. “There’s a cake in the refrigerator too?” You licked your lower lip before accidentally dropping the neckline of your shirt to the side, revealing your collarbone and shoulder as well as the upper part of your breast and if you noticed that Mark’s hold around your waist tightened and his breaths slightly quickened, you didn’t say anything.

“Or…” You leaned forward as you press your chest against Mark’s — causing a groan to bubble out of Mark’s throat at the feeling of your breasts clashing against his clothed chest, his eyes dilated and burning with restrained lust, but he didn’t say anything, waiting for your next move or words as he licks his suddenly dry lips. You kissed the side of his jaw before trailing more kisses at the side of his face until you reach his ear, whispering in the sultriest and breathless voice you can manage.

“Or you can have me.”

Mark wasn’t able to hold himself back any longer at that statement — immediately cupping your face with his hands and mashing his lips with yours, kissing you fervidly, his tongue finding its way inside your equally eager mouth. His hands went down to grope your ass through your shirt and knickers, making you squeal against his mouth as he sucks on your tongue before nibbling on your lips until they’re raw, red, and slightly swollen, your grip on his shoulders tight and your nails digging against his skin, adding more fuel to the already burning fire within Mark.

“Damnit baby—“ Mark kisses you again before lifting you off of the counter without pulling his lips away from yours, blindly navigating towards the direction of the living room. Luckily, you two had managed to get to the living room without bumping into any walls or decorations that might cause some physical damage, though he did make a stop at the hall way to messily make out with you even more, dropping his face your neck to your collarbone, before walking towards the living room once again, stopping when he felt the familiar leather material of the couch against his knees.

Mark pulls away from the hickey that he is making at the base of your collarbone before setting you down on the couch gently. Mark takes a moment to admire your flushed face, disheveled hair, as well as your ruined shirt. You put on a sexy smirk when you met Mark’s gaze and he growls with need when you slowly spread your legs, placing your feet flat on the carpet before sliding down the couch a little.

“Fuck—“ Mark quickly pounces on top of you, kissing you for whatever you’re worth, his hands snaking inside your shirt to cup your breasts firmly, his thumbs rubbing your nipples in steadfast, circular motions and all your whines and moans of pleasure are immediately being swallowed by the man above you.

“Fuck!” Mark pulls away from your lips to lift your shirt just enough to free your breasts. He licks his lips before flashing you a playful grin, ducking his head to enclose one of the hardened nubs inside his hot, wet mouth.

“Mark — fuck!” The brunette bites and sucks on your nipple hungrily while the other one is being massaged and fondled with equal intensity and you can feel your wetness soaking your knickers and you’re dying to have some friction against your center, so you arch your back and grinded against Mark’s crotch, making you wail when you felt his hard on against the inside of your thigh.

“You’re so hard, Mark.” You moaned when Mark switched sides, sucking on your other nub so, so hard making your eyes roll at the back of your head while his hips started to meet your not-so-subtle grinds, dry humping you while he continues to suck on your nipple like a hungry baby.

Mark pulls away from your swollen breasts and he smiles as breathes in your wrecked from beneath him as he grinds against your core once more, making you bite your lower lip and press your center closer to his. He detaches his hips from yours to lean on his knee at the edge of the couch, and he chuckles when you whimpered at the loss of contact. He kisses the middle of your chest before trailing more kisses downwards to your torso.

“Patience, baby girl.” He nibbles at the skin of your stomach before kissing lower and lower until he reaches the waistband of your knickers. He presses a wet kiss where your skin met the waistband and you shivered with want, your hand immediately flying to his hair. He licks his lips when he saw a patch of wetness against the center of your knickers and he rubs his thumb over it, making you sob when the pad of his finger brushed against your clothed clit.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby…” Mark groans as he continues to rub you through your knickers.

“Mark — please.” You are grinding against his thumb earnestly and Mark smirks but he pulls his finger away after leaving a few more fleeing touches. You are about to protest and question why he stopped but it was gone immediately when Mark takes your knickers off — sliding it down your legs before grabbing your arms to heave you in a sitting position.

“Turn around for me, baby girl.” He mumbles and you obliged quickly, turning around and kneeling on the couch, separating your legs as far as you can, and pressing your knees on the back of the couch. You mewled when your sensitive nipples hit the cold, smooth surface of the furniture, which only heightened when Mark suddenly grabs your ass, kneading the globes of muscle and he groans when he sees you squirm at the touch. His hands went down a little further until he reaches your inner thighs, pushing your folds further apart, which made him sigh and curse at the sight of your overly wet core right in front of him.

“You’re dripping so, so much¸ baby girl.” He gulps heavily upon seeing your pink twitch when his hot breaths grazes it, along with your juices that are dripping down your thighs. Without hesitation, he sticks his tongue out and lapped up the juices that run down your thighs up to where the actual source of the sweet liquid is.

“You’re so sweet…” He licks your hole languidly before delivering a soft suck on your lower lips. “So fucking sweet…”

“M-Mark…” You moaned aloud when Mark wraps both of his arms around your thighs before burying his face on your dripping folds, placing his mouth on top of your throbbing clit before delivering hard, fast, and wet suctions on the bundle of nerves — causing your hips to grind against his mouth at their own accord.

“S-shit!” Your hand flew behind you to settle on top of Mark’s head, craning your head back to meet the hungry and dark look on Mark’s eyes as he continues to suck on your clit. “Ri-right there… Holy shit.” Your head fell back when Mark circled your clit with his tongue, before running the soft muscle up and down your folds, nipping at your inner lips before dragging his tongue from your wet hole and back up to your clit again, his nose prodding your entrance and it is just too much to take all at once.

“M-Mark… Oh my God, Mark…” Mark smirks against your center before resuming on sucking your clit harshly, the wet sounds of his filthy mouth devouring your clit ringing against your ears and he was becoming even more aroused with the sounds of pleasure you’re letting out from the back of your throat.

“FUCK!” Mark bites on your sensitive clit before sucking on it again, this time, he didn’t hold back, he suck harder and harder, your thighs and legs shaking against his arms at the intensity of his suctions and slurps and you tried to press your legs together but Mark’s hold around thighs disables you from moving, he even tightened his hold to tell you wordlessly to just take it.

“I’m cumming, oh my God Mark please don’t st—“ A screamed ripped out of your throat when your orgasm suddenly hit you out of nowhere, your insides releasing waves and waves of hot, white pleasure as Mark continues to suck your pulsating clit, adding his tongue to the mix by rolling it against the bundle of nerves alternately, heightening your already top of the notch peak. You buried your face against the back of the couch as Mark continues the harsh movements of his tongue and lips.

“Goddamnit — MARK — let me ride this out, holy fuck!” Mark didn’t stop licking your clit as you try to wiggle your hips to avoid his mouth, as you let out uneven, loud breaths and moans, his continued assault on your sensitive clit making your whole body burn as if you’re caught in a huge wild fire. Your toes are curling against the sole of your feet and your nails are scratching the expensive leather of the couch, but you or Mark do not give a single shit as he continues eat you out while you’re still climaxing. The wet, slurping sounds of his mouth and tongue lapping up your center and your juices as well as your moans and cries of pleasure are the only sounds you can hear — and it seems to be the same with Mark because you can feel him humming against you while he continues to devour your dripping center.

“Pl—“ You bit your lip so hard and leaned your forehead against the leather material in front you when Mark inserted his tongue inside your hole, swirling and circling his tongue inside you before he started fucking you with it — moving the wet muscle in and out of your hole and he groans against you when you unconsciously moved your hips back to meet his thrusts.

“Holy shi—“ Two of Mark’s fingers were suddenly on top of your engorged clit, flicking and rubbing the bundle of nerves in hard, tight, and small circles — causing your knees and legs to buckle heavily, your hands gripping the leather couch so tight that your knuckles had turn white. It also didn’t help that Mark had buried his tongue and face deeper into you; his tongue hitting a hidden nerve inside you and in just a few more thrusts of his tongue into that spot, along with the non-stop movements of his fingers on your clit, you came once again, your orgasm eating your insides up; your whole body writhing and trembling densely, streaks of white, hot pleasure coursing through every nerve in your body.

“Fuck—“ Mark finally pulls his mouth away from your still pulsating lips, his arm wrapping around you since your wobbly legs proved to be unreliable at this state. He kisses both of your ass cheeks before pulling your shirt up and kissing your spine, helping your still quaking body relax by massaging your sides.

“That was so hot…” Mark kisses your exposed nape before chuckling against your neck. “That was the best dessert ever.” You can’t help but blush at his words and you let out a small laugh when Mark hugs you from behind as you try to catch your breath and come down from your high.

“Damn it.” You chuckled and Mark smirks against your neck.

“I know I’m good…” He kisses your temple and you laughed before playfully slapping his arm. Since Mark had made you feel so, so good, you thought that you need to return the favor. You turn around slowly before sitting on the couch comfortably while Mark is still standing in front of you. You flashed him a wicked smile — making Mark raise his eyebrows at you. All of a sudden, you pulled his arm so that he sits next to you before standing up and kneeling in front of him.

“Now…” You ran your fingers on top of Mark’s thighs before reaching the band of his sweatpants and boxers, hooking your fingers inside before slowly pulling them down his legs; freeing the rigid muscle from its restraints, making you lick your lips before looking up to your lover.

“It’s time for my dessert.”

More sexy times on the next chapter, I promise!

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