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thatonebirdwrites · 2 months
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Our girls get some time to chat and distract each other.
And Lena deals with some Luthor related crud. Fun times.
This chapter took me awhile to write since I had to sit and think about pacing, and all the threads laid thus far, which ones connected with this one, and how to carefully continue the weave I'm making with this story. Act 2 is very different than Act 1, which I do wonder if maybe I should have separated them out into separate fics, but I don't know, that might have lost readers? Since not all readers know that a sequel exists. It's easier for me to keep it all together though. So I don't lose track of things.
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Kara’s voice startles her, and she nearly drops the pan holding the meat. “Woah, hey, gotcha.” Kara easily catches it, despite how hot it is, and although Lena knows it won’t burn Kara, she still can’t stop herself from warning her.
“It’s hot.”
Kara smiles and puts the pan back on the stove. “I’m good. No burns.” She holds up her hands to show Lena.
Lena sighs. “Right. I’ll get used to it eventually.” She surveys her work and turns off the burners. “It’s not fancy or anything.” She pulls plates from the cupboards. “Will have to go grocery shopping. I’m determined to make a vegetable dish that you’ll like.”
Kara stares at her with a smile but doesn’t say anything.
Lena raises an eyebrow. “What?”
“It’s just… you in my kitchen, cooking. I love it.” She steps closer and tucks a strand of Lena’s hair behind her ear. Lena finds she can’t look away, and her mouth goes dry, her ear tingling from Kara’s touch. “I love you.” Kara leans forward and brushes her lips against Lena’s, and Lena melts into the kiss.
All thought evaporates at the tenderness of Kara’s lips against her own, the way Kara’s fingers play with the hairs at the back of Lena’s neck. She presses against Kara, her arms curling around Kara’s neck, and although the kiss isn’t deep or long, it still feels like a lifetime to Lena.
Her breaths are short and unsteady when Kara pulls back and leans her forehead against Lena’s. Energy zaps through limbs, arousal pools in her abdomen. She feels a need for Kara to take her right there, against the counter, and she pulls Kara closer, her fist balling her cotton shirt.
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sttinkky · 1 year
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An overgrown light pole in Poland
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karoochui · 4 months
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I am admittedly not the most massive fan of human DCA cuz i think some characters aren't human for good reason BUT. i had ideas. So
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bl00dfroma-fairy · 1 month
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bucciniexe · 6 months
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(tw: blood, blades, needles...)
Requested by sweet anon <3
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psychedelic-candy · 6 months
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milkforbrainsart · 2 months
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omg it’s a cockroach eating cereal
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xx-sketchy-xx · 3 months
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Hehe
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They both slay
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transmechanicus · 1 month
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Everybody drawing custodes ladies with elaborate long feminine hairstyles and crazy intense makeup is insane. Have you seen the current custodes heads? They have the most dyke looking fucked up buzzcuts on earth broken up by 6 separate cybernetic skull ports, and the ladies would be no different. The only ones who even know what eyeliner is are in the Emissaries Imperatus shield host and would only wear it as an obscure means of communicating rank or authority in niche diplomatic interactions.
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doctorsiren · 2 months
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I have an idea (concept sketch that I will make a more refined version of in the morning since it is midnight)
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an-albino-pinetree · 2 months
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oh boy-
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amphibianaday · 8 months
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day 1398
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bilateralynn · 6 months
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b&w
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yuttikkele · 3 months
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(miraculous s5 spoilers)
I do find it really funny how miraculous s5 goes from 0 to 100 like, REAL fast. The season starts off all, “Monarch may be powerful, but Ladybug and Chat Noir are finally gonna KICK HIS BUTT!” and by the end it’s like, “GABRIEL AND TSURUGI HAVE LOCKED UP ADRIEN AND KAGAMI. ADRIEN AND FELIX ARE SENTIMONSTERS. GABE IS FORCING HIS OWN “PERFECTION” DRUG ON EVERYONE. NATHALIE IS DYING. CHLOE’S BEEN HUMBLED. LILA HAS THE BUTTERFLY MIRACULOUS. GABE GOT THE LADYBUG AND BLACK CAT MIRACULOUS AND THE WORLD EXPLODED AND HE’S REVERED AS A HERO AND ADRIEN KNOWS NOTHING.”
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crybaby-bkg · 5 months
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method actor boyfriend yuuta who gets a little too invested in his upcoming movie role. he’s playing some psycho character; someone calculated and manipulative; cunning; a stalker; eventually a killer. he’s always been a good actor, but sometimes he has to delve deep in order to portray a role to the best of his abilities.
you start to notice a difference in him after a while, though. he tells you he has to leave you for a few hours at a time, only for you to catch sight of his gaze lingering in the bushes outside of your home. or do you? you’re never really sure, always catching glimpses and glances that make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. but you’re never really sure if you see him, his low stare, his tightly pulled mouth, the weapon his character uses slung over his shoulder.
he starts speaking to you differently, too. his vocabulary starts to be riddled with love and devotion and adoration, every chance he gets. he holds you close to him, too close, too tight, rests his face against your hairline, whispers against your skin, “don’t leave me—don’t ever leave me—I love you—you love me, don’t you?—don’t you?—you love me, right?”
sex with him isn’t really the same, either. he doesn’t even call it that anymore, calls it making love, and it wouldn’t be as unsettling if he didn’t look at you like that every time. like you hung the moon and the stars with your bare hands, like you breathed life into his very being, like you broke off a piece of your rib to place it so delicately inside his sternum.
his eyes get so rounded, so wide, seeing every inch of you, even the pieces hidden under the covers. his hands are so soft but they grip you so tightly, as if he’s scared that you might slip away if he blinks too long. his mouth constantly connected to your skin, whispering praises, his love for you, how you’re meant for him, how he can’t wait to be one.
he’s already inside of you, though. how else could he connect his body to yours? you know he’s playing a killer, someone willing to cut and scrape and bruise and maim the one he loves most. but he knows that it’s just a movie, right? that you’re not the star, that you’re his real partner, that he’s not actually like that? right?
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