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skyeslittlecorner · 2 months

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Eyes on me | Bael

Welcome back, I'm alive, yay! And I even brought something to say hello. Hope you'll like it~

Actually, I wrote it five times, but that's enough, I'm done, I'm posting what I have. Otherwise, I'll write this for another twenty. You don't even know how hard I tried not to throw angst here, just a sweet little date.

Words: ~1300

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

“Go to the city, it'll be fun,” they said.

“Relax, you'll definitely have fun,” they said.

“I know a nice place where you can go, I'll show you…”

So what if they had good intentions, when now you wanted to strangle all of them - especially Beelzebub.

"It's his favorite club." He told you with that mysterious twinkle in his eye. "I'll show you around so you don't get lost later, what do you say?"

Bullshit.

You knew that when you went out with Bael, it wouldn't be easy. He's a noble. Almost a king. Everyone was looking at you on the street. Did it bother you? Not necessarily. He acted like a true gentleman, even more than you expected.

At least the observers didn't bother you as long as they remained observers. Unfortunately, they quickly progressed to flirting. The more your date passed, the more attention everyone paid. Especially on him. Casino? The devils gave up on games when they saw they were making him happy. A restaurant with maids? You've never seen so many breasts exposed at once. A cat cafe? Even the animals started fawning over him.

You were getting more and more fed up.

“So what else did you have planned for us?” He was clearly curious as you entered the last club on your list; the one that Beel pointed out as Bael's favorite spot in all Avisos. By now you have already become: a - irritated because someone kept coming up and trying to flirt with your Bael; b - drunk because when the succubi keep your boyfriend company, your company was alcohol; c - tired because in the end the admirers were so annoying that you took out the Bael from every place you entered.

The only thing that comforted you was that he was clearly tired of all the attention, too. But you didn't want to give up yet. You promised him an unforgettable night, and you had one last place where you could finally have some peace. A hotel room and a warm bed were waiting. But if you put him to bed right away, what kind of date would it be?

You already knew the last place quite well. Neon lights, smoke spreading on the ground, dancers on platforms dancing by the poles. This is where the Christmas miracle happened... and that's when Bael was surprised that you didn't know such places. That's why you decided to take him out and show him that you know where to have fun. You slowly regretted it. Seeing your mood decline, he stroked your hand as you sat in a reserved longue.

“We should finally have peace here.”

“If not, I will tear off the horns of anyone who looks our way.”

He lifted the corner of his mouth.

“I would like to see that. Maybe even feel like provoking you…”

“Including yours”

“I don’t have anything you can tear off.”

Squeezing his crotch was enough as a response, but instead of a threat, he took it as a promise as you felt him harden under your fingers.

You wanted to be reasonable. This time you didn't even take alcohol, just a soda. And you regretted this decision as soon as the beautiful waitress placed the tray in your longue.

All these devils were getting on your nerves more and more. You already regretted ordering a soda and needed a drink. No, vodka. Vodka would be better. The only alcohol was Bael's, but he was busy trying to get rid of the sexy waitress. You grabbed his glass and drank a large gulp. Searing heat spreads across your mouth, throat, stomach. For a moment, your nose felt on fire. The alcohol from Avisos was really strong.

What surprised you more was a thing under the glass. A packet of white powder lay innocently among snacks and glasses. You picked it up with two fingers, feeling like it wasn't sugar.

“Hey, wait…”

Bael turned to you, but the waitress took his chin between her two fingers. You had a better plan to get his attention and take revenge on the nosy succubi.

He pushed her hand away and turned to you the moment you settled better on the couch; half lying on the comfortable pillows with a lazy smile, resting your leg on the counter, both legs spread wide open. You opened the package and tilted it towards yourself.

If he had looked irritated by the waitress before, he had completely forgotten about her now. With eyes glued to your body, he nearly stopped breathing.

“Enough.” You poured the powder onto your chest in a thin stream. “Eyes on me. Only on me.”

“If anyone interrupts us...” He didn't take his eyes off you even for a second. “I will kill them.”

The succubus huffed and gave you a disgruntled look, closing the curtains of the osier and disappearing.

Bael sank to his knees. He positioned himself between your legs like an obedient dog. Both you and the alcohol in your blood were delighted with his reaction.

“Now you have to earn me.” You took the crown from his hair and threw it to the side, then tangled your hands in the blonde locks. “Now I'm so angry, you know?”

"I see." He placed one of your thighs over his shoulder and left a trail of kisses from your knee to the fabric of your shorts. "I will do anything to please you…"

"Hope so."

Tugging his hairs harder made him moan. A beautiful, deep sound. The warmth that began to spread over you wasn't alcohol this time. You looked at the package in your hands. Maybe that would also enhance the experience?

“Don't take this, it'll kill you."

If you were more sober, you might even be scared. But now? You scooped tails from the packet onto your finger and put it in his mouth.

“Then you better lick it off me good.”

A long tongue wrapped around your finger. Rough and damp. Full lips began to suck as Bael’s hands traveled up your thighs, under your shorts, right to your ass. This time you were the one whose lips escaped a moan. Bael smirked. You wanted to wipe it off his face. You inserted a second finger, but quickly realized that he should be sucking on something else, so you reached out and pulled him towards you by his hair.

“I hope you are ready for more.” He stood up, pulled your neckline down, and with a long stroke of his tongue, he licked off the white powder that sweat stuck to your body. “This isn’t even an appetizer.”

If he was hungry, you were starving. You pulled him into your mouth and took your time, swallowing those hot, tired lips.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

What started in a club lounge ended in a hotel bed. He slept deeply. Breathed slowly. The clawed chest rose and fell, and you could stare at his muscles for hours. The paintings you left on his body looked so beautiful; he was yours and yours alone, not any waitresses or other succubi. Without clothes, without a crown, with loose hair, he looked nothing like his usual self. Or maybe otherwise? Being his real self and not a clone.

You moved, but in his sleep, he pulled you closer, buried his face in your hair, took a deep breath. You giggled. Apparently even in his sleep he thought you smelled great. In the warmth of his arms, close to his body, you began to let both the adrenaline and the alcohol wear off. You hugged him, kissing one last time.

Maybe this evening wasn't such a failure after all.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb bael

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nescaveckwriter · 2 months

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Somewhere In The Sunshine 🌻

Line: Failed Rescue 😱 will be in bold

A/N: YAY! Yet another one done for @jacklesversebingo 🐞 well this one broke my heart, I'm not even kidding, this is heartbreakingly sad, grab a tissue or two🤗💕🩷 sorry in advance.

Warnings: Some language, angst, heartbreak, blood gore, violence, mention of being taken hostage, death.

Characters: Dean Winchester x Female Reader, Mentions of Sam, Cas and Crowley.

Cover: Created by me. Also images from Pinterest and Canva.

Words:1440

His heart racing, the sweat on his forehead, evidence of the nightmare he once again had, sitting upright, and without even looking to your side, his hand starts searching for your warm little body, a habit, whenever he had a nightmare, but then soon he realizes the nightmare he just had, was about you, and the damn failed rescue attempt.

Getting out of your shared bed, now pacing up and down, tired of the way he feels and damn tired of the emptiness he feels in his chest, its been months since the three of you attacked that vamp nest.

Shaking his head, as if it will remove the memories, the love and the sorrow, but it doesn't, if anything it only makes it worse, every time he tries to lay down and get some shut eye, he starts dreaming of you, your laugh, your sarcastic little come backs, the way you'd dance in the kitchen while cleaning and listening to the music you loved so much, the way you'll tease him, walking around with only his plaid shirts hugging your curves, the way you'll let a giggle escape, whenever he threw his arms around you, and starts kissing the nape of your neck, the way you'll turn around and look at him, with passion dancing in those pretty eyes, the way, you'll pout your lips when you really want him too kiss you, the way your hands will messily go through his hair as the passion ignites more, the way your body will be all tangled up with his till dawn, the way your sweet voice greets him early morning, placing little kisses on his lips , the way your fingers will linger on his face, saying how much you loved each and every freckle, the way you'd describe, the green in his eyes its between forest and emerald green, with just a tad bit of hazel in them, near the iris, you'd say, with that sweet, flirty, mischievous smile, revealing the way your little smile lines, curved

But all those loving memories soon gets replaced with what happened that dreadful night.

Falling down at the side of your bed, taking ahold of your pillow, it still has the scent of your hair, breathing it in deeply, as if he can breathe you in once more, holding on too it, as if its you, fighting back the tears mixed with anger, guilt and the image of your lifeless body in his arms.

It was supposed to be a easy hunt, in and out, the three of you have done these hunts hundreds of times, and that morning when he and Sammy planned the hunt, he would've never thought it'll be your last.

The two of them, met you on a case in Kansas, while a ghost where hunting your newly rented apartment, at first you didn't believe in such thing's as monsters and ghosts, but you soon learned there's way more of them out there than you'd ever could think. So you started to learn all you can about the lore, and then the three of you met up, on a windigo hunt a few years ago, and it didn't take long for him too tell you, about how he felt, the two of you were madly in love, so the day he asked you to move in, you said yes without hesitation. You were the only sunshine in his life, the only glimmer of hope.

While the three of you, checked out the vamps hiding place, you somehow got lost in the woods, before you could do anything the vamp's hand squeezed around your neck, lifting you up in the air, you tried screaming but, no words came out, try kicking and punching, but the only thing you'll be able to touch was the air, between you and this creature.

He tied you down to a chair, you tried to wiggle your way out, but he just beat the crap out of you, leaving your face a bloodied pulp, he forced you to make a call, to Dean too tell him you've been taken, the vamp's plan along to get the Winchester Brothers, and trap them as well.

The distraught stare on Dean's face when he saw you, head hanging slightly, blood dripping on too your legs, your once tied-up hair, now messily framing your face, once you looked up, he gasp for air, as e saw your pretty face beaten, he balled his fist's, shouting now ''hey freak, you want me? come an get me''

The vampire came from the dark corner, storming down on him, Dean just gave him a mischievous smile, as he dug out from under the creature's fist, pushing that wooden stake through his back, with all his strength he arranged it, piercing his heart, the creature tumbled down to the ground, Dean just left him there, running towards, where you were sitting, untying you, placing his left arm on your back, and the right under your legs, cradling you, the only words you got out ''Dean, look out'' as another man came running in, catching a glimpse of Sam, fighting two off outside.

He quickly placed you down, getting ready to fight this other vampire, he whispered ''Stay with me sweetheart, I'll get you out of here.'' you just nodded, making your way to a stand, preparing yourself, to fight in case, there were more, where in honesty you hoped there won't be, your body, was aching, and to tell you the truth, you were tired, wanting to go home, and to fall asleep in Dean's arms, but first the three of you had to get out of this sticky situation.

Making your way over to, the deceased vampire, removing the wooden stake, sliding it too Dean, he gestures you a thank you, as he drove it through the creature's heart, but it was in that moment, when you heard an unfamiliar voice from behind you ''You took my brothers, from me Winchester, now I'll take someone from you'' before Dean could race towards your position, the man behind you smiled, as he shifted that blade through your spine, revealing the blood stained silver in the front of your shirt, you dropped down too the floor, tears streaming down your cheeks, the blood pooling in front of you, hearing a loud bang, as Sam shot him, just to get him away from, Dean bolted towards him, driving the stake through his heart, screaming ''NO''

He collapsed down to you, ''Sweetheart, stay with me'' cupping your cheek, you place your hand over his, your voice barely audible ''I love you''

He smiles, ''I love you too, but you can tell me that when your better okay?''

A weak look on your face, ''Baby'' he places a finger on your lips, his voice concerned ''save your strength'' as he inspects you, realizing you don't have much time, his voice heavy with emotion, ''I'll get Cas, I'll ask Crowley, but baby, I.. I'll l have you in my arms again soon okay''

Trembling from the coldness, running through your body, your voice low, shaky, ''No Dean! I don't want to come back, half a person, you need to let me go, I will be somewhere in the sunshine, smiling down at you, waiting for you, alright'' sobbing now frantically, ''let me go, please''

Dean sat there destroyed, tears wetting his eyes, he can't say the words, he just nods, going down tasting your lips for the last time, as he kisses you, he feels your last breath rushing over his lips, he breaks down, balling now as he holds your lifeless body in his arms, rocking forwards and backwards, knowing this will be the last time he'll be able too hold you. Unsure of how long Sam stood there, eyes glazed with wetness, knowing his brother lost the love of his life.

They gave you a proper hunters funeral, so many people came, some friends, some just other hunters and some, just people you saved, Dean couldn't say much at the funeral just that ''he loved you very much'' the weeks there after was torture, he kept thinking you'll come running towards him, jumping in his arms, but nothing, he was all alone, well he had Sammy, and Cas, but he didn't have you.

As he sits there holding the pillow, taking notice, that its morning, he glances through the window, recalling your last words again, like every morning, a little smile tugging at his lips,'' I will be somewhere in the sunshine'', giving him enough strength to pick himself up from the ground, and get ready to go save a few more people.

#somewhereinthesunshine #jacklesversebingo23 #nescaveckwriter #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #spotify #jared padalecki #jensen ackles x reader #sam and dean #dean winchester imagine #Spotify

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infamous-if · 5 months

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Since you’re doing a clean up of your current content so far soon, do you want bug reports? There’s a few times I’ve got male pronouns for Seven and G when I’m playing with the alternate female versions and I’m wondering if you’re okay with them being sent in?

Yep! When I post the early release today I'll have plans to be posting a google form to send in bug reports since it'd be better to have it one place.

Plus, I'm hoping to have a beta testing discord by the time I start writing Chapter 3 (which I'll be doing after prologue - chapter 2 are fixed, improved upon and done)!

The errors before Part 2 still persist since I've been focused on Part 2 tbh but luckily no game breaking ones.

With Chapter 3 really taking into account of every variable I realized that everything needs to be 100% fixed going forward or it'll be a HUGE headache for me. There are so many variables I haven't even implemented yet that are important to Chapter 3 and beyond lols yay for having no foresight* <3 /j

As for the pronoun errors, when I first started I worked off templates and the many pronoun templates use the standard ${xhe}/${xhim} so some may slip through the cracks as I write. Sorry <3

#inbox #rewrite update #typos and errors be gone pls #foresight not hindsight lmao

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untilwedont · 1 year

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do rafe x malereader pls!!

Me coming back for my monthy post

even though I didn't post last month..

ooops

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x GN!Reader

Genre: Angsty

Warnings: Cheating. rafe practically on his knees, no happy ending for either ?? , not proof read

Summary: After rafe realizes you saw him cheating, he tries to make things right again.

"No.." I thought to myself as I tried to process whether I was just in a bad dream or not. "No, no, no.. This can't be... he wouldn't.." My mind starting racing as I tried calming myself. There had to be some sort of explanation for this, right? My rafe wouldn't do this to me.. would he?

I didn't know what to make of it. I saw the love of my life slobbering his lips over someone else's.. I started to feel the tears slide out of my eyes as I just stood there, not knowing what to do. There was no rational explanation for this. I really wasn't in a bad dream, was I?

You felt your body jolt as you left your trance once Rafe noticed you watching. The panic in his eyes set in when he noticed who was watching him. You finally decided to leave, not wanting to hear what excuse he would come up with .

You couldn't be bothered. I mean, there was no rational explanation for cheating on someone, is there? You heard the sound of leaves crunching and footsteps running from behind you. You kept walking, even after he tried placing a hand on your shoulder, you couldn't dare face him.

'Hey, Y/N, Y/N, baby! Wait, wait, wait!" Rafe spoke, eager to stop you from leaving. He firmly placed a hand on you, forcing you to stop in your tracks and turn around, "Don't fucking touch me!" You yelled, smacking his hand away from your shoulder. You tried walking away again, but Rafe wouldn't let you. "Y/N, baby, can you just hear me out for a second?!" He cried out.

"Hear you out on what, Rafe? Huh? Rafe, I saw you kiss someone-" You cut yourself off, "No, not even kiss, but full on make-out with them! Rafe, I thought you loved me.." Your anger came out of you, but soon died down as your heart began to shrivel. Your tears became like a waterfall as they started coming out of your eyes.

"I do love you baby, I-" He was cut off, "No, rafe, you don't. You don't love me." Rafe gripped both your shoulders, "Listen Y/N, I know there's no explanation for what I've done, but please.. Please let me make things right. Give me another chance! I can't lose you, please baby! You know I'd do anything to make you happy."

Tears came out of Rafe's eyes. He was practically on his knees, begging for your forgiveness. "You wanna make me happy, Rafe? Then disappear from my life. I never want to you see again." You removed his hands from your shoulders and left him for good.

"No, Y/N, don't leave me!" You heard Rafe yell in the distance. You were never gonna see him again, and you'd make sure of it.

A/N: Yay im back with another story. I hope u guys enjoyed and sorry for being MIA for a month D: I'll try to get to more requests soon. Also, if you guys could, would u mind giving a slight description on how u want ur story to be when u request something? It just helps me out since I get bad writers blockage. Not required, but it'll help out a lot, thank you!

#male!reader #my masterlist #x male reader #male reader insert #malereader #male reader #obx x male reader #rafe cameron x male reader #gay #angst #outerbanks x male reader #rafe cameron x reader #outerbanks x reader #outerbanks x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #rafe cameron imagines #drew starkey x reader

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kamidukki · 11 months

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Berrien's 2023 BD Card Story - So That I Could Meet You (2/2)

Part 1

Part 2

- Devil's Palace, Master Bedroom -

- The day of Berrien's birthday -

March the 5th... Finally, the awaited day had come.

Lono and Bastien were already present in the dining hall, preparing the surprise dinner.

I went to get Berrien.

- Devil's Palace, Dining Hall -

/sound of opening door

I brought Berrien, who had changed into his birthday outfits, in with me to the dinning hall.

[We're here, Berrien]

Lono and Bastin were already waiting in there.

Berrien: Master, Lono-kun, and Bastien-kun... What...

Lono: He he he~ Welcome to this evening's special dinner, Berrien-san!

Master, thank you for bringing Berrien-san here.

Bastien: This dining hall is normally reserved for the Master only... But Berrien-san is today's main actor.

Now... please come over here.

Bastien gestured to the appetiser with his hand.

Berrien: Don't tell me... You prepared this dinner for my sake?

Lono: Exactly that. You've done so much for us after all!

Bastien: We thought you should relax for today at least... so we prepared a dinner for you.

[Happy birthday to you, Berrien]

Berrien: Master...

Fu fu, so this is the reason behind everyone's restless...

Master, everyone... Thank you very much.

I feel really happy right now...

Lono: Seeing you that much happy makes us happy too!

Bastien: Now, Berrien-san. Go ahead and eat before the appetiser gets less fresh.

Lono: That's right!

Today's dinner is a full course, so please eat as much as you like!

Pulling out a chair, I urged Berrien to take a seat.

[Here you go, please sit down]

Berrien: M-master!? You must not, pulling out a chair for me...! In addition, for a butler such as myself to dine before the Master is...!

Also, I can't just go ahead enjoying the meal by myself while you remain standing...

[Well then, I'll sit first]

Berrien: Eh...?

I took a seat adjacent to Berrien's and faced him.

[Now, you don't need to worry about me standing]

Bastien: Berrien-san... If you don't start eating soon, the appetiser will get tepid.

Lono: That's right! Besides, you're the main actor today, so no need to hold back!

And please... let us show our appreciation to you today.

[Please, Berrien]

Berrien: Everyone...

Thank you very much.

Well then... please excuse me.

Berrien took a seat and popped a slice of the appetiser into his mouth.

Berrien: Fu fu... It's delicious.

Lono: Yay! Glad to hear it!

Bastien: Great...!

The two in charge of cooking the dinner could not hide their excitement.

[(You've done well, both of you)]

Thus, the dinner for Berrien's birthday began in a lighthearted atmosphere.

- A while later -

Having finished his meal, Berrien was now enjoying a cup of tea.

Berrien: My stomach has become completely full now.

Master, Lono-kun, and Bastien-kun... Thank you for celebrating my birthday with me today.

Lono: He he...

Bastien: Hm...

Both Lono and Bastien laughed sheepishly.

Berrien: There's no doubt that today is the best birthday I ever had in my life.

Fu fu... It's such a shame that this day must come to an end.

[Not yet]

Berrien: Master...?

I handed the present to Berrien.

[Happy birthday, Berrien]

Berrien: ...! This is...!

Seeing what's inside the box, Berrien's eyes lighted up.

Berrien: A teacup... The teacup we saw together that day...!

[Do you like it?]

Berrien: Yes, very much so...!

On that day we discovered this teacup, I've always thought how beautiful it is... Now that I've received it from you, it has turned into a more beautiful, precious treasure.

Fu fu... With this, I've gained yet another happy memory with Master.

Lono: Hehe~ Good for you, Berrien-san!

Bastien: Berrien-san... Once again, happy birthday.

Berrien: Lono-kun, Bastien-kun... Thank you very much...!

Berrien: Master, thank you for the wonderful present.

Every time I drink from this teacup, it'll surely remind me of this day.

A special dinner, a lovely present from Master... This day where I receive a teacup can't be anything else but the most joyous birthday I've ever had my whole life.

I will never be able to forget this moment, for sure.

[Berrien... ]

Berrien: To experience such a splendid birthday... To be honest, it's a first time for me.

Having the people important to me celebrate my birthday... And above all, to have met you, Master...

I couldn't be more thankful that I'm alive.

I'm thankful that I was born.

Such thoughts are flowing within me right now.

[I'm feeling happy too, you know]

Berrien: You mean...?

[I'm glad that I met you, Berrien]

Berrien: ...!

A ha, ha ha ha...!

[Berrien?]

Berrien: Thank you, Master.

The sheer happiness those words give me is impossible to suppress.

So much that I start to think that perhaps it's exactly for this reason, that is to meet you Master, that I was born.

Right now, I'm alive... With my precious master by my side... With my precious friends who've been nothing but very kind to me...

Together with such a kind hearted master, I'm now alive...

Master... I'm really, really happy right now.

[Berrien...]

Berrien: Thank you for giving me such a warm feeling, Master.

The reason I was born, the source of joy of the life I'm living... Thank you for being it all.

As he said those words, Berrien looked straight into my eyes and smiled softly.

From the look on his face and his voice... I can truly felt the happiness that reached the bottom of his heart.

To be able to make Berrien, who I treasured so much, feel as such, I can't help but feel happy as well.

And as justbhe did, a smile also grew on my expression.

- Devil's Palace, Master Bedroom -

- Late at night -

The surprise dinner for Berrien went without a hitch.

I was lying on my side in my room. But it was so cold tonight that I found myself unable to sleep.

/sounds of knocking

Berrien: Master, could you still be awake?

[I am]

Berrien: Good evening, Master.

[Is something the matter?]

Berrien: I was thinking how cold it was tonight, so I come by to check if you have trouble sleeping...

[Going out of your way... thank you, Berrien]

Berrien: No, no, as a butler, it's only natural for me to do so.

Speaking of which... How do you find the temperature of this room, Master?

If it's too cold, I can add some more firewoods into the fireplace... Or would you like me to brew a drink to warm you up?

[Is it okay to say yes to both?]

Berrien: Certainly.

Do you have a specific request for the drink? If it's for warmth, I'd recommend a hot cocoa...

[I'm thinking of your tea]

Berrien: Fu fu, understood.

I'll begin preparing it right away.

- a moment later -

Berrien: Master, here's the tea.

[Thank you, Berrien]

With the practised movement of his hands, Berrien held the teapot, pouring its content into a cup.

White steam rose in the still slightly cold room... While the fresh, gentle aroma of tea filled the air.

I took the cup and wrapped my hands around it, taking in its warmth.

[It's warm...]

Berrien: Tonight's tea is Nilgiri which has a gentle scent.

I have also prepared lemon and milk. Please... drink it, however you...

[Berrien?]

Berrien: Achoo!

M-my apologies, Master...

[Berrien, are you cold?]

Berrien: Eh, err... I'm just bad with cold...

The hand that was still holding the pot trembled a little.

It appeared that between the two of us, Berrien was having a harder time with the cold tonight.

In such situation, to be the only one with a cup of warm tea felt unsurprisingly awkward.

[Won't you drink tea with me, Berrien?]

Berrien: Eh...?

[Let's warm up with tea together]

Berrien: I appreciate the sentiment, Master... However, for a butler like me to sit together with the Master is...

[But today's your birthday, right?]

Berrien: Master...

Fu fu... Well, I'll accept your invitation then.

Since birthday is a special day, isn't it?

I will bring my own teacup. Please wait for a moment.

- few minutes later -

Berrien: Thank you for your patience, Master.

Berrien came back... with a teacup I had given him as birthday present earlier in his hand.

[Berrien, that teacup...]

Berrien: Fu fu... Since I couldn't wait to use it, I bring it.

Drinking tea together with Master... With a teacup I've received from Master... It's not something I get to experience often.

[I'm glad you like it]

Berrien: Fu fu... There's no way for me to dislike anything you give me, Master.

If it was chosen with me in mind, then even more so.

Besides, along with the teacup, I also get to hear some lovely words from you...

To me, this teacup has already become such an important treasure.

Particularly when you said 'I'm glad that I met you, Berrien'... Every time I look at this teacup, I'll always be reminded of that moment.

[E-err...]

Watching Berrien talked passionately about it with the teacup in his hand, I felt somewhat bashful.

Berrien: Oh my... Pardon me for speaking for such a long time.

Well then, Master. Please excuse me.

Berrien sat down next to me, pouring tea into his cup and mine.

Berrien: Fu fu, this happened earlier at dinner too... It is a strange feeling to sit next to the Master like this.

[Is that so?]

Berrien: Yes. Somehow... Simply having you close to me is enough to lift my spirit.

Besides, by sitting right next to you, I can see your face very well.

Saying that, Berrien looked at me and laughed innocently.

[Now I'm getting a little embarrassed...]

Berrien: M-my apologies... I might have gotten too carried away...

Since today is such an exciting day, I end up feeling giddy.

The dinner, the present, and the words from you... And the chance of being next to you as right now... What a bliss everything is to me.

To the extent that my head is spinning from the intensity, really.

A long, long time has passed ever since I became a devil butler... To think that a day where my master celebrate my birthday has come... Not once I thought I'd be able to experience that.

[Berrien...]

Berrien: My birth date is the day when I became devil butler... In other words, it's also the day I left behind my ordinary life.

But now that I think about it... This day can also be the turning point that gave me the chance to meet you.

If so... Then even if it's the day I made a contract with a demon, my birthday must be a wonderful day indeed.

That's why, I... feel strongly the fact that you celebrate it, Master. There's no way I wouldn't.

Placing the saucer down, Berrien took my hand into both of his, gripping it.

Berrien: Master... Right now, I'm really, truly happy.

[Berrien...?]

Berrien: Putting behind the ordinary life, living on ahead as a devil butler... Please never forget how much your presence has been my saving grace.

From the bottom of my heart... I'm glad that I met you.

To you who's the best, my gentle and kindhearted Master... your existence is truly my everything.

The hands that were gripping mine slightly tightened as Berrien uttered those words.

As I was blushing from his straightforward admission, Berrien gazed at me with a look of mirth and smiled.

Unable to neither look away nor pull my hand away, I basked in the contentment Berrien's presence gave me.

-END-

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#aknk #akuneko #悪魔執事と黒い猫 #berrien cliane

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rebel-moon-obsessed · 19 days

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writing chapter 2: meeting Prince Tarak in Neu-Wodi yay 🤎

I'm honeslty getting more and more excited about this fic.

i'm still waiting for the artbook to make it here but I've worked a lot on the plot/characters and I think I've finally decided what direction it will take in the end.

I'm a little hesitant for Part 2 though... Thank god it's coming soon enough that I'll be able to tweak things if the content/lore contradicts too much with the changes I've made. or I could just go batshit and take a completely new direction? 🧐

I have to say it's weird that the Neu-Wodi chapter in the novelization doesn't really match the aesthetic of the movie. I keep the ebook open as I write and the descriptions? They're supposed to walk through a street with white painted houses like in Greece..? Where are those in the movie? I wonder what the author used as source material, the full script maybe?

In any case, I use the book as a rough guide and it's kinda funny how different it turns out to be compared to the movie. Maybe it'll make more sense with the Snyder cut though.

Almost done with that first draft of chapter 2 🥰

-> oh and i just ordered his funko pop 👉👈

#rebel moon #charlie hunnam #kai #rebel moon kai #charlie hunnam rebel moon #rebel moon fanfiction #rebel moon fanfic #fanfic #charlie hunnam kai #charlie hunnam fanfiction

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Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 5

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"And then he completely ignored me! He called me annoying and then, goodbye. Can you believe it?"

"June, you've been talking about your encounter with Chilly for the past 15 minutes. Why don't you tell us about your date with Leah's cousin? How did that go?" Vittoria asked.

"Oh, it was ok."

"Are you meeting again?"

"He's coming to Saturday's game and then we are going out for dinner. I just hope Chilwell isn't at that game, I don't want him to ruin the day again and… why are you laughing?" she said, looking from Vittoria to Lauren.

"Because you are back to talking about Chilly. You had a nice date with a nice guy, yet all you can talk about is the guy who supposedly is obsessed with you."

"He is obsessed with me, Lauren. Not supposedly."

"And don't you think that maybe you also are a bit obsessed with him?"

"Me?"

"Yes, you, June. You can't stop talking about him."

"Because he… he… urgh."

"Yes, he urgh" Lauren laughed. "Anyway, changing the topic. You guys are coming to Reece's birthday party."

"I'm not."

"June, it wasn't a question, it was an order. Besides, it's a costume party, it'll be fun."

"We could go dressed as the Power Puff Girls!"

"No" June and Lauren said at the same time.

"Boring" Vittoria replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'm dressing as Lara Croft."

"Oh, cool. I'm thinking about choosing something princessy like. What about you, June?" Vittoria asked her.

"I already told you, I'm not going."

"It's gonna be a big party, you won't cross paths with Mason if that's what worries you."

"I wasn't thinking about him."

"She was thinking about the man she definitely isn't obsessed with" Vittoria giggled.

"I'm not obsessed with him!" June protested.

"Of course not, honey."

"If we stop saying it will you come to the party? Please, please, please. Do it for Reece" Lauren pouted.

"Do you promise you will stop saying I'm obsessed with Chilwell?"

"I promise. Vittoria?"

"Yeah, I promise" she said, rolling her eyes.

"Then I guess I'll attend the party" June sighed.

"Yay!" Lauren said, hugging her.

"But only because I like Reece and I know he'll want me there."

"Only because of Reece."

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

"Thank you very much for coming, June. It means a lot."

"You're very welcome. And again, happy birthday."

"Thank you" Reece smiled. "Oh, I must go say goodbye to those guys. See you soon, ok?"

"See you soon" she replied before leaving his apartment. Outside it was as packed as inside, but it looked like no one else was leaving. When she walked into the lift, it was just her and another guy.

"Going down?" he asked.

"Yep" she said while the doors closed, busy texting Lauren to tell her that she was going home. She had asked Reece to tell her, but he would definitely forget about it.

"Maxwell? Is that you?"

"Chilwell?" she said as she turned to look at the guy standing next to her. "What the fuck?"

"I could say the same thing. Where is your Julius Caesar, Cleopatra?"

"There is no Julius Caesar."

"That was fast" he chuckled. "But good for him. He realised how annoying you are and left before it was too late."

"Ha ha ha" she replied, rolling her eyes. "Where is your Sandy?"

"Making out with Spiderman."

"Your date is making out with one of your best friends?" June laughed.

"It wasn't Mason. There was another guy dressed as Spiderman."

"I see… You don't look too gutted about it."

"Meh" he shrugged. "You don't look too gutted about Leah's cousin either."

"He couldn't come, he has to work tomorrow."

"Yes, of course" Ben smiled.

"He does, he is a teacher."

"I believe you, Maxwell. No need to explain anything" he said, still smiling.

"Whatever" she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. Though if she had known what was going to happen, she would have not done it.

The moment she did, the lift suddenly stopped, making her lose her balance and land on Ben's arms.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

"Yes, yes. Thank you" she said, quickly leaving his embrace. "What happened?"

"The lift stopped."

"No way, really?" June said, rolling her eyes. "I meant if it was you or if it was the lift on its own."

"I didn't touch anything."

"Great. So we are stuck inside a lift."

"Looks like it. Let me call for help" Ben said, pressing the emergency button. "No one is answering. That's odd."

"Let me call Reece" she offered. "Fuck."

"What is it?"

"There is no signal" she said, starting to feel her heart beating too fast.

"I'll keep calling the emergency button. There should be someone on the other side and… Maxwell, are you ok? You have gone so pale… Come, sit down" Ben said, helping her. "Better?"

"No" she said, taking deep breaths. "I feel so hot."

"Well, you aren't wearing too many clothes, I don't think we can do much about that" he chuckled. "Wait, June… Are you afraid of getting stuck inside a lift?"

"Yes" she whispered.

"Oh, ok. Ok" he said, sitting down next to her. "What can I do to help?"

"Talk."

"Talk?"

"Yes, talk. About whatever you want, but just talk. That way I won't think about where I am or what is going on."

"Ok. What about your performance in yesterday's game?"

"Anything but football" she said, giving him a murderous look.

"Anything but football. Got it. I… umm…"

"Why the guy from Grease."

"What?"

"Why did you choose to get dressed as the guy from Grease? Isn't that too… basic?" June asked.

"Meghan had always dreamt about dressing as Sandy at the end of the movie, so" Ben shrugged.

"But then she changed Danny Zuko for Peter Parker" she laughed.

"Yeah, she did" he chuckled.

"I can't remember the last time I saw you with the slick hair" June said, resting her head on the lift's wall and looking at Ben.

"I hadn't worn my hair like this since… you know" he sighed, also resting his head against the wall.

"Bad memories."

"Yeah. When I did it earlier it felt so weird... It was like traveling back in time."

"If someone told me right now I couldn't play football anymore, I don't know what I would do, to be honest."

"Kill that someone, probably" Ben laughed.

"Yeah… it's very likely" she smiled. "I'm sorry."

"About what?"

"About what happened."

"It's in the past, don't worry. But thank you" he smiled back.

That probably was the first time June had seen him properly smile at her. He wasn't teasing her or making fun of her, it was an honest smile. And she liked it. She liked it very much. She liked the way his eyes wrinkled, the way his upper lip curled. He had one of the most beautiful smiles she had ever seen.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked, bringing her back to the real world.

"I don't feel as hot, so that's something. Thank you."

"Look at us, saying thank you to each other" he laughed.

"Don't get used to it, Chilwell."

"You are the one who should not get used to it, Maxwell. Once those doors open, my facts will come back" he said with a teasing smile.

"Your wrong facts, you mean."

"They are not wrong" he said, slowly leaning forward.

"They are wrong. Very wrong" June said, also moving towards him.

"Meh meh meh" he whispered, his face now way too close to hers.

"Idiot" she whispered back, her nose brushing against his.

"Hello? Is anyone there? Hello?"

"Holy shit!" June yelled, jumping and hitting her head against the wall. "Fuck."

"Are you ok?" Ben asked her.

"Yes, yes. Who is that?"

"Hello?" the voice said again. "Is anyone in there?"

"The emergency button" Ben said, quickly getting up. "Hello? We are stuck inside the lift."

"Oh, finally. I thought it had just stopped and there was no one inside. Are you alright?"

"We are, but we would like to get out of here the sooner the better."

"Give me a couple of minutes and you'll be free. Sorry for making you wait."

"It's ok" Ben said, looking down at June. But she wasn't listening, her mind busy repeating over and over again what had just happened.

She had almost kissed Ben fucking Chilwell.

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catboybiologist · 4 months

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Hey! Kinda a weird ask but I saw ur a PhD student and I was wondering if u had any tips for people who want to peruse that path. (I’m in CS so I imagine it’s a bit different, but I’m sure there’s at least some overlap: networking, applications, etc).

Also ur posts are really great and spark joy whenever I see them, so thank you for that :)

As far as computer science is concerned, I would also tell you to seriously ask yourself if you want a PhD in the subject. Is your goal to get a stable, high paying job in tech that lets you live your life otherwise? Or is your job to find satisfaction in the work itself, doing research on novel algorithms or applying CS to novel problems?

Technically, I have an MS in computer science (yay bioinformatics) but obviously my experience was far different, and my lab was a biology lab that I just did coding for. So my CS experience fell into applying simple CS stuff to novel biology applications. Others I knew were deep into AI development for specific functions. But the point is, you're not really rolling out a product- you're still doing research. If that's not your goal, then it might be wise to stop at a Master's degree. Most people I know in CS have been told that it's pretty pointless to get a PhD in it unless you're going for academia.

If you do want to go for a PhD, the absolute number one thing is to start undergraduate research as soon as possible. Less important for a CS PhD, but absolutely critical in the conventional wet lab sciences. As in, *this is more important than your gpa*, and most people can't comprehend that. I was incredible lucky (and yes, it was mostly luck) to get an undergraduate research position halfway through my freshman year. Every single career step I've made since then starts from that. This includes networking (collaborating research and getting to conferences) , applications (many applications require you to write a summary of your past research), letter of recommendation writers (LoRs from research advisors are very strong), and even just preparing you for what research is like.

If you've already done that, then graduate applications change so frequently and are so distinct at each university that I can't give any specific advice. Maybe try to seriously think about who your letter writers are in advance- who are the professors you've interacted with in ways beyond the classroom, or exceeded expectations within it?

To be fair, in pure CS, that'll be WAY less crucial. It'll still be useful bc it'll be the same kind of experience you would get in a CS PhD, so you would set your expectations better. I would still recommend it.

I hope this is at least a little helpful! Again, I'm coming from a mostly-bio with a dash of CS perspective here, so of course listen to your own professors and other mentors more.

#academia

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idabbleincrazy · 4 months

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Never a Wish Better Than This Ch. 5

Fandom: Smallville

Rating: E

Pairing: Clex

Word Count: 5177

Warnings: smut, porn with feelings, banter, foreplay, bottom!Lex, needy Lex, anal fingering, anal, emotional smut, coming untouched, vaguely implied past Lex/Bruce

Summary: Lex finally gives Clark the best gift he could ever give him: himself

A/N: yay! smut!! should be at least one more chapter for to wrap this story up before heading on to episode rewrites.

Clark's POV:

"So, we're not done for the - Spaceboy?!"

Oh, I want to bite that smirk off his lips.

"What, too soon?" Lex was looking way too smug for someone who came like a geyser after only a couple minutes with my tongue up his ass. He heaved a dramatic sigh. "Fine. Compromise. You're only Spaceboy in the bedroom; everywhere else, you're Farmboy. Although…maybe someday I'll catch you wearing a cowboy hat…then I'll just start playing Steve Miller."

"You are such a dork."

"A dork I may be, but I'm your dork now."

That catches my breath in my throat. I clutch him closer, loving the way his hardening cock twitches against my hip.

"Are you, Lex? Are you mine?"

I bite back the groan of complaint as his hand releases my dick, but keep my gaze locked on his face as he slides the hand into my hair, his lips hovering over mine as he stretches up towards me.

"I think I've been yours since you breathed life back into me, Clark."

"I'm yours, too, you know. Probably since that night in the field. You saved me that night, more than you know." I want to tell him about Lana's necklace, about the green Kryptonite, but it's not later yet, and it'll take too long, raise too many questions that'll take us rambling down so many paths. He promised me more, more sights and sounds and tastes and…more. And I want that more than I want to relieve my burden of secrets. So, I close the distance between our lips instead, kissing him bruisingly, if fleetingly. "I'll always be yours, Lex."

A growl of hungry approval from him, and his hand is back on my cock, fingers wrapped around the shaft and roughly jerking me back to hardness. His head tilts to the side, dipping, and my eyes flutter shut as I feel him try his hardest to suck a hickey into my invulnerable skin.

"Christ, Lex, feels good. Wish I could carry your mark on me."

I let my hands wander over his pale, smooth, flawless flesh as he works me between hand and mouth, slowly driving me insane all over again. One hand slips down over the curve of his ass, and I squeeze at the handful of firm, muscled Luthor-buttcheek, nudging him up against me to feel that hard cock press harder into me. God, I love the sounds he makes.

"I…oh, yeah,...I believe you said something about showing me more?"

Lex breaks away, panting, his eyes dark once more. Lex aroused is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen in my short life, and it's a sight I'll never grow tired of.

"Honestly, Clark, after what you've shown me, I'm not exactly certain what you haven't seen. How much have you done before, Clark?"

I knew that the talk of experience, or lack of it, would come up at some point; I'd just hoped it wouldn't be now. I'd hoped to have more time before explaining the Red K Summer of Kent.

Nudging him back a bit, I sat up against the headboard, looking away from him when his gaze turned curious.

"I…remember that whole thing with Edge and that summer I spent in Metropolis, while you were missing?" A slow nod from him. "Well, I wasn't exactly myself."

"In the hazy memories, he called you Kal."

"Yeah, well…Kal - he's, he's me, without restraint. Without all the worries about right or wrong, without guilt or fear. Kal cared about Kal, about doing what felt good, without caring about anyone else."

"Like, your id?"

Lex sat up beside me, pressing himself against my side. There was a flash of concern across his face, and it warmed me that he cared, and that he wasn't bombarding me with questions about why, if I had been doing drugs, all the questions I'd had to field from Chloe and Lana when I came back.

"I guess…he was me, just, freer. I ran away 'cause I couldn't deal with causing mom to miscarry - long story", and, of course his eyes are full of questions now, "tomorrow, I promise. I didn't want the guilt and the pain, so I let Kal out.

"I've had feelings for you for so long, Lex. And, Kal, he let my curiosity take over. I experimented in Metropolis, realized I was definitely bisexual. Those clubs were full of beautiful men and women, and so many of them were willing to follow me along, no questions."

"They'd have to be blind to refuse you on your best behavior, Clark, I doubt anyone would stand a chance against an uninhibited Clark Kent. But, that doesn't exactly answer my original question…how far have you gone in your experimentations?"

I didn't think I was still capable of blushing at this point, but apparently, I was wrong.

"I've kissed, I've groped, I've gotten head, from men and women - but never anything as good as what you just did," that earned me another appearance of the smug smirk. "I've given blow-jobs, gone down on girls, fingered a few - vaginally and…anally. That's about it. Even then, I didn't want to go further than that. I've never gone all the way with anyone, male or female."

Lex looks surprised, pleasantly so.

"So, that was the first time you've ever rimmed someone?" I nod my head, letting him get the questions out that I know are brewing. "And no one ever did that for you? How?"

"I've watched a lot of porn over the past few years."

Lex let out a small laugh.

"Think what you'd be like with a skilled instructor, then. Christ, Clark. Fooled around but still technically a virgin, huh? Not even Alicia? I mean, honeymoon in Vegas…"

"Not even then. Almost, but that was mostly Kal, too, and I snapped out of it before…and it just didn't feel right. Not like it feels now. I guess, Kal or Clark, I just always wanted it to be you. I loved Lana, I loved Alicia, and they'll have a part of my heart forever, but they're not you."

Oh, it's been a long time since I've seen that look of wonder on his face, maybe since I stopped him from being run over by Morgan Edge's car. I don't get much time to soak it in before his mouth is on mine again, his lithe body sprawled halfway across mine as his tongue delves deep.

"So…still want me, then? Not turned off by my sordid past?"

"I wasn't asking you to judge you, Clark. I was genuinely curious, needed to know how slow, how careful, I needed to take this." Lex is pressing soft kisses to my throat now, the words whispered against my skin. "And you could never turn me off, Clark; I've had my own wild years, my own sexual experiments. It's almost a rite of passage in my world. I was just so thrown by what we've done so far, and, I'll admit, kinda jealous."

"Really? I made you jealous?"

"Yes, Clark. I'm quite often jealous with you, or maybe you haven't realized I have a tendency towards obsession when it comes to you? The thought of someone teaching you that…just, don't point out anyone you might recognize from that summer if we ever do the Metropolis club scene together."

"I'll keep that in mind. And you have nothing to be jealous of, Lex, none of them compare to you."

My hands are rubbing up and down his back, each sweep down bringing my fingers back down to the firm cheeks of his ass. Lex's brushing kisses haven't stopped even through the talking and petting, his mouth slowly traveling down my neck and across my collarbone. I let my head fall back against the headboard, just enjoying the feeling of his lips and tongue on my skin, the slick trail his hard cock is leaving along my hip as he shifts to reach across me. On a downstroke, I let the fingers of one hand trail between the cleft of his ass, the tip of one digit glancing lightly over the puckered skin I'd focused so much eager attention on earlier. Apparently, that particular bit of skin is a definite trigger for Lex.

Lex's POV:

I feel the slightest pressure there, a tease of air more than anything, really, and a jolt of arousal courses through me, resharpening my focus from the indolent foreplay I've been engaging in. With a moan I can't contain, I straddle Clark, my attention shifting from the slow build up and idle, if informational, chatter. Our cocks brush against each other and Clark lets out a hiss at the contact, bucking up even as his hands clasp around my waist, tugging me down, grinding us closer together.

"Enough talk", I manage to gasp out, "time for that more I promised you."

He lets out a groan of agreement.

"Yeah, good plan. Show me, Lex, show me everything."

And I plan to. Mostly. I may have rebounded quickly from the first orgasm, but at twenty-five I'm not sure I've got more than one more round in me tonight. There's still time left in the day to give him one last present…

"Gonna worship you, Clark, like you deserve." I shimmy back a bit, straddling the breadth of his thighs now, and dip my head down to lick over his skin, tasting the sunshine and slight salt tang of his flesh, trailing my tongue down to one pebbling, dusky-brown nipple. He arches into the touch and I have to mumble around the pert nub as one hand slides up to cradle my head, oh so gentle, keeping me from moving too far. "Dreamt of this for years, baby, tasting you, feeling you, beneath me, above me, around me…in me."

His breath hitches at that, and I smirk around his nipple, knowing I've just thrown him for a loop. No one would ever dare to presume a Luthor would bottom, ever. And, typically, I don't, haven't for years. Too much control given over in that act, too much trust. But I don't want complete control here, want us, if nowhere else, to be equals here; he's trusted me, finally, with his secrets, and I need to give that trust in return, starting with this.

"Lex, God, you sure? We don't have to-"

"I'm sure, Clark. It's what I want, what I've wanted for so long." I can feel him tensing slightly beneath me, and I can't have that, so I push back against his hand; I know it's only with his allowance I'm able to pull back, his hand sliding down to the juncture of my shoulder as I meet his gaze. "This isn't just a fuck, Clark. There'll be no diamond cufflinks waiting on the dresser in the morning, no parting gifts. I love you, and I want this."

"I don't wanna hurt you, Lex. My strength…if I lose control…"

"You won't hurt me, Clark. Not more than I can take, anyways, and nothing permanent. Hell, I don't think you could bring yourself to cause me real physical pain even if I asked you to. You can let go a little with me, I bounce back quicker than most."

"Have you ever…y'know, bottomed?" Aww, shy Clark is back, that blush I'll never grow tired of infusing his tan skin. And, wow, that blush travels further than I thought it could.

"Yeah. But it's been years. I haven't wanted to with anyone in a long time. The guys I've been with for the past few years, I didn't feel anything more than passing lust for them. This is so much more than just lust. Until you, I didn't think I'd ever want to bottom again. I want you in every way, Clark, starting with this."

There's a brief pause and then a nod, his body relaxing under me again as his fear abates. I smile down at him, losing myself in those bright, green eyes until his cock twitches against my stomach, pulling me back to the moment.

"Okay, but...I mean, I know the mechanics of it, Lex, but…I don't…what if I'm not…not good, or-"

"I'll guide you, Clark. And, trust me, baby, if earlier was anything to go by, you'll be better than perfect." God, sex-god and tender virgin rolled into one, and mine, here, in the bed I insisted on setting up personally. I'm torn between worshiping this exquisite creature further and just impaling myself on his cock with just the brief stretching his tongue provided to ease the way. My cock aches at the thought of the pleasurable burn Clark's thick length will bring, swaying me closer towards just getting on to the main event. His face is so open right now, lust and love and confidence and uncertainty all clear in his wide eyes and small smile. "Christ, don't look at me like that, or I'll cum again before you're even in me."

"Wouldn't want that, would we?"

This boy's gonna give me whiplash.

"No, we certainly wouldn't, Clark."

Abandoning my plan to taste and tease every considerable inch of his body, I roll off of Clark, stretching out in the empty space beside him, smirking at the noise of confusion he makes.

"Want you on top of me, baby. Been too long since I've had anything close to as big as you in me for me to ride you just yet, and I wanna see your face when you fuck me."

Clark rolls to his side, his hand cupping my face like he's holding a wounded bird, eyes dark and serious.

"Not fuck, remember? Making love."

Making love", I assent, turning to press a kiss into his palm. "Gonna need lube…am I right in assuming condoms won't be necessary? I haven't gotten sick since I lost my hair."

"I don't get sick, ever."

"Good. Wanna feel you, just you." I let out a groan as his hand slides down my body to grasp my cock. There's a cheeky grin on his face as he jerks me, exquisitely slow. "Lube, Clark…bedside table…bottom drawer."

I bite back the whimper of loss as he rolls away, off the bed.

"Jeez, Lex! Just in case you need it. Be safe, have fun, don't do anything I wouldn't do. Lex." His brow is raised as he waves the sheet of stationary at me. "That doesn't leave much out, now does it? Would you have really just let me bring girls up here to sleep with? Or guys?"

"I wouldn't have wanted to know about it, but I really do want this to be your own private place away from everything, Clark. And, I figured it would have been better for you to be prepared, if you ever brought Lana, or someone, over. I'd do anything for you, Clark, and anything necessary to protect you, even against yourself, haven't you figured that out yet?"

"Think I'm getting the picture." He looked back into the drawer, a nervous chuckle falling from his lips. "God, how many kinds of lube do they make? And, good guess on the condom size."

"Looking at you now, in all your glory, I think they might've ended up a bit tight." I should've grabbed the lube myself, and avoided all this time-wasting chatter. "I'll introduce you to the varied world of flavored lube later, Clark, just grab the blue bottle and get back up here. Need you, now."

As Clark complies, I shift on the bed, glad I picked a mattress nearly as grand as my own, spreading my legs wide enough for him to settle between when he climbs back up. I feel the heat of his gaze as he looks over my body, eyes falling shut for a moment after he reaches the point between my thighs. Maybe that heat wasn't just imagined, and I'll have to remember to ask him the full extent of his powers after I see a flicker of something in his eyes when they open again.

I grab the bottle from him, pleased to see he's unwrapped it in that special speed of his, and take his hand in mine. Deftly popping the lid with my thumb, I pour a sizable amount of lube over his fingers. I know it's gonna be a four-finger kinda job to get me even nearly ready for his girth, and I feel myself clench in aroused anticipation as he rubs his fingers together to warm the slick gel.

"Please."

His clean hand soothes along my inner thigh as he trails sticky fingers down over my balls, along my perineum. His eyes snap back up to mine as I let out a hushed gasp at the feel of a digit circling around my rim. That seducer look is back on his face, a fallen angel seeking pleasure from a corrupt humanity, lips parted with panting breaths as a finger nudges against me.

"Open up for me, Lex. Let me in."

And I do. I stretch my legs further apart, forcing my muscles to relax and allow the almost foreign intrusion. And, oh, God, so good. Just knowing it's him, his finger slipping inside me so gently, instead of my own, instead of one of the faceless women I'd allowed to tease back there as I pictured his face behind closed eyelids. I arch my head back against the pillow, eyes closing, just enjoying the feel of Clark's index finger easing in and out of me. Already not enough.

"More, baby."

He groans and on the next push in I feel the slight burn of stretching muscle. I bear my hips down, taking the two thick fingers into me faster than he was willing. Need his cock soon, can't stand the wait as he exacts such tortuous care and diligence. Wonder if mind-reading is one of his abilities as a third soon pushes past the clenching ring of muscle; more delicious stretchburnpaineuphoria, deeper now, as space is made within, tip of a finger glancing over my prostate, needle-sharp pleasure bolting up my spine.

"Oh, God, Clark!"

Have to clamp a hand around my cock, squeeze until the overwhelming need to cum subsides. Teasing lick of tongue over the weeping head prolonging my fight to regain control.

"Fuck, you're evil."

"Couldn't help it, Lex. Needed to taste you again. Jesus. You're just so fucking beautiful, baby; love you like this best, I think. Won't know for sure till I'm in you, till you're cumming on my cock." A desperate whine fills my ears, I think it came from me. His fingers are still pumping steadily into me, tugging at the rim briefly before plunging back in. "Do you need more, Lex? Is three enough? Don't…can't hurt you, baby."

"You won't. One more…I can take it…one more, and spread them a bit. And then I want you in me."

There's a moment of resistance as his pinky tries to join the others, and I will myself to relax further, pushing down against his hand, glad that Clark is quick on the uptake as he stills and lets me take the digit in on my own. One huge hand on my thigh, spreading me as open as I can go in this position, his gaze drifting back down to where he's stretching me, a low growl of hunger falling from his lips.

"God, I'm so tempted just to eat you out again, Lex. Have you cum on just my tongue again."

That does it. Control, meet window. Can't stop the stream of babble from flowing, hips working against his fingers as he slows his thrusts.

"Jesus fucking Christ, now! Now, Clark, in me…evil little shit, fuck me! Need you, baby…make love to me."

"Yeah. Shit, yeah. I've got you, Lex."

Pathetically needy sound I didn't even know I was capable of making escapes at the loss of his fingers, feeling empty and hollow as his hands tug my legs up, pushing trembling limbs up towards my chest, breathless command to hold them there forcing my own hands into action. Twitch of my cock against my stomach at the sound of lube slicking skin, snick of a cap and thud of the bottle landing somewhere on the floor.

Blunt pressure against my loosened hole makes me hiccup a breath, and above me, his face is so young again, so innocent as he teeters on this cusp of adulthood. I feel like a teenager again, fifteen and in the arms of the classmate I once thought I'd love forever. For a millisecond, sapphire replaces emerald as my eyes blur with unbidden tears, broad body hovering still over me. Thumb brushes away the tear that escapes, and I blink away the rest. The other disappears, Clark remains. Salt on my tongue as that thumb brushes over my parted lips, his head dipping down to press a benediction of a kiss to my forehead.

"Where'd you go, baby?"

Shake of head, voice thick with time as I answer.

"Doesn't matter. It's the past. I'm here, right here, with my future."

"I love you, Lex."

"Show me."

A smile gracing his pouty mouth as he braces his hands on either side of my head, and pushes forward.

"Slow", I utter the warning as the head of his cock breaches me, stretching me beyond the girth of his preparation. He heeded, easing himself into me just an inch before stilling, his breath fanning across my face in harsh puffs. Just seven or so more to go. God. "More, Clark, don't stop. Just slow. Till you're all the way in me, 'kay?"

"Yeah. God…so tight, Lex. Lemme know…if I hurt…hurt you."

"It's a good hurt, baby. The best hurt."

He moaned and slid in further, his substantial girth consistently gliding into me on the copious amount of lube. And, God, was I glad I made him use four fingers. There was no doubt I'd still feel this in the morning.

In and in and in, until I felt him, thighs flush against mine. I let my hands slide from where I was gripping at my legs, to grip even tighter at his back, nails digging into undamageable skin for purchase as he bottomed out, panting for breath as my body fought to adjust to such unbelievable fullness. He held himself over me, his face swimming into focus as I forced my eyes open. When had they closed?

"Baby? Lex? Did I hurt you? God…ohhh…te-tell me I didn't hurt you."

"Never, Clark. You could never hurt me. Not like this. Feels…Jesus…so good, baby. So full. Never…ahh…never felt like this before. It's never felt so right. Perfect." As I became used to the stretch and the burn abated, I moved testingly, my legs wrapping around his waist. The change in position pulled him in impossibly further. "Ohhh! Oh, God, move, Clark…need you to move!"

"Yesss."

His lips closed the small distance between us to capture mine in a scorching kiss as he pumped his hips, my groan muffled by his mouth. He kept his pace slow, and I knew it was just as much a sign of his care as anything. Keeping slow so as not to lose control over his strength.

He could have torn me to shreds for all I would have noticed, my brain simply a running loop of in me, Clark Kent is inside me. Lord knows what kind of noises I was emitting as he drove me to the brink of combustion, every ounce of my remaining willpower directed on holding back the threatening orgasm, needing this to last as long as possible; eternity would make a good start.

His voice filtered in through the haze of arousal, bringing me back to the surface.

"Love you, Lex. God, love you. So beautiful, so perfect. Knew you would be, baby. Oh, fuck, love the way your ass feels…so tight. So good. Shit, makes me want to lose myself in you, just let go. Can't…mmmh…need…"

"Do it, Clark. Let go for me. I can take it." I wanted to feel him, his glory, unrestrained, free. "I don't break easy, baby. Give me everything."

Clark shifts with a growl and quickens his pace, the angle thudding the head of his cock into my prostate on every thrust. He shuffles closer, bending me nearly in half, his mouth clamping down on mine, tongue leaving nothing unexplored as he smothers my cries of pleasure. My cock aches, trapped between us, riding the ridges of his abs as he rides into me endlessly. I wish I could match his stamina. Turn my head to the side for a breath, pressing hot kisses to his throat and shoulder as I clutch him closer, heels digging into the round globes of his ass.

"Fuck, Clark…not gonna last. Gotta cum, baby. Shit, Clark, fuck me harder. Wanna feel you…feel you cum, filling me up. Oh, God, harder, make me cum."

Short burst of speed, barrage of thrusts abusing my prostate, his breath loud and hot in my ear as he enfolds me in his arms, lifting me up. Tendons strain as he holds me close to him in an angle that should be impossible, arms and legs wrapped around him like a baby koala, and I should be embarrassed at my desperate clinging, but I'm beyond caring about anything other than the feel of his dick hammering into me and my own swollen length striving for release.

"Cum for me, Lex", he whispers in my ear, voice rough and deep, a man's voice now. "God, baby, lemme feel you cum."

The most unhinged, animal sound rips through me at the command, and I stiffen, muscles clenching around him so hard it would have hurt anyone else. Wet splashes between us, sticking us together, cock spurting thick bullets of cum as he fucks me through my release.

"Shit. Oh, shit! Fuck, so beautiful when you cum, Lex…so beautiful. So fucking tight around my cock, so perfect. Christ! Gonna cum, baby. Gonna fill you up. Love you so much, Lex."

Wordless moan of discordant syllables uttered into his flesh as I fight for the coherence to echo his sentiment. Hips still pistoning in and out of me as he tries to make it last, but even his stamina must come to a plateau at some point. With muscles turning quickly to putty in his encompassing embrace, I clench around him once more, finding my voice at last.

"Give it to me, Clark."

A broken groan sounds and he pumps into me one last time, cum hotter than I've felt before spilling into me, filling me well past full to where I can feel it leaking back out and down my thighs as his climax stretches out into forever. Incongruously gentle kisses press to the side of my face, my temple, my scalp, as still he cums.

I lift my head from his shoulder, into the rain of kisses, and see the ceiling much closer than it should be. Clutch tighter on instinct, fear of heights, a small itch at the back of my brain.

"Uh, Clark?"

"Mmmh?"

"Are-are we floating?"

Spill of seed tapers off as my question brings him back to clarity.

"Shit!"

Lurch of stomach as he rolls me over in a burst of inhuman speed before we land with a heavy thunk on the bed, wooden frame creaking in offense. And he's still in me.

Absurdity strikes and manic laughter rings in the air before I can rein it in. He's looking up at me more than a little dazed and confused, and utterly debauched, and I lean down to capture his mouth in a sloppy kiss before untangling my limbs from around him and sitting up. The movement jostles his still half-hard cock within me, and I hope he doesn't catch the fleeting wince as the girthy length twitches. I know I'm grinning like a loon, jaw threatening to crack at how wide my lips are spread.

Clark Kent loves me. Clark Kent made love to me. Clark Kent is an alien from a planet that no longer exists, and can survive car crashes, bullets, crazed mutated humans, can lift at least my hundred and eighty pounds like it's nothing, can move faster than the eye can see. Oh, and floats. And fucks like Zeus on steroids.

"Um, Lex, you okay?"

"Peachy." I hiccup a laugh, trying to hold back the return of mania. "You?"

"I think I've cum most of my brains out, but other than that…amazing. Are you sure you're okay? You seem a little…I don't know…shellshocked?"

"Just a little reality catching up." I break the concerned gaze he has trained on me and glance at the clock; 11:59. "Happy birthday, Clark. So…floating?"

Oh, that fucking blush again. If I weren't so wrung out from two rounds in as many hours, I'd probably be hard again just from that. And my cock does make a valiant effort, twitching feebly against Clark's stomach.

"Yeah…it usually only happens when I'm asleep, when I dream."

"Naughty dreams?"

"Uh-huh."

"Huh, hormone-based powers. That must've made puberty fun. But, we'll save the in-depth scientific analyzing for tomorrow. Wanna bask."

Reluctantly, I ease myself off his cock, still somewhat jelly-legged, and slide off him to the side. Immediately, his arm slips under me, tugging me close against his side. Rallying strength, I toss my arm over his waist, heedless of the mixture of cum and sweat sticking to the golden skin.

"I never thought sex could be like that, Lex. So perfect, so mind-blowing."

"It's never been quite that spectacular for me either, Clark. Think it's the fact that it's you. That it's love, along with the lust. That, I think, makes all the difference."

"Whatever the reason, I'm glad tonight happened. All of it." He lets loose a jaw-cracking yawn.

"Sleepy?"

"Yeah. You wore me out, stud."

Undignified snort followed by a groan of bone-deep exhaustion, the night's activities taking their toll at last.

"The day I wear you out will be the day my father cuts his mortal thread."

"Please, don't mention your father in bed ever again." Well, that made his erection wilt. At least I know I won't have to worry about him pulling a Victoria. "No mentioning of any parents at all when we're naked."

"Duly noted."

I yawn into his shoulder and before my mouth even closes, he's maneuvered us beneath the plush covers, the lights extinguished. His cum is still dripping from my used hole, and I feel slightly empty without his girth stretching me, but I'm just too damn comfortable like this to bother an attempt at a clean up. Sheets can be changed, muscles will retract back into place. His warmth surrounding me is all I really need right now.

"So, tell me, Clark," I voice one last curiosity before I allow slumber to claim me. "When you blew out the candles, what did you wish for?"

If it's at all within my power, I'll make it come true.

"This, Lex. I wished for this."

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