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#but I promise this is something special. I’ll hold your hand the whole way through 🩵

bloodynereid · 6 months

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can you do something with marie x jordan x gn reader? if you’re comfy with that? idk what, but both of them just make me so happy. i hope you have a good day!

Paper Petals

pairing: jordan li x marie moreau x gn! reader

tw: cursing, superpowers, bumping into people, mentions of arguments, kissing, minor jealousy, origami?? literally idk it's just very fluffy and cute

description: you met them on a cold day surrounded by flowers and soda, only a year later you prepared a special outing to celebrate your anniversary.

a/n: hiii since u didn't give me much of a directive dear anon, i sort of just took a bunch of creative liberties lol. i hope you enjoy this little romcom autumn thing that came to mind. i was literally watching x-files while i wrote this so if anything seems sort of confusing blame scully and mulder for distracting me. hope you enjoy and lmk ur thoughts <333

You had been dating Marie and Jordan for nearly a year now. But it all had started with a bunch of paper flowers and a bottle of strawberry soda.

You had been sitting on one of the many stone benches that dotted the God U campus. Carefully balanced on your knees was your current reading book while your fingers gingerly created folds on blue paper. Taking a break from your work you picked up the bottle of strawberry soda and took a long sip from the straw.

It had been a pretty long morning, choked full of classes and studying. The little origami flowers were your little reprieve from the constant work of being a student and supe. Suddenly your peace was shattered by a solid body colliding with your back. The action made the soda spill all over your hands and drops of soda collided with delicate paper.

“Shit!” The voice yelled as you shook off the sweet residue, placed the bottle next to you and swiveled around on the bench to look up to see a sheepish expression from a black haired person, clad in a blue letterman jacket and black jeans.

“I’m really sorry, I- are those flowers?”

“Uh yeah and it’s fine really, this one was kind of shit anyway.” You said softly before holding up the damaged green flower. The person just laughed, an action which you quickly joined in on.

“Jordan! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to push you so hard- oh hi.” An equally stunning person joined the two of you as she adjusted her jacket and looked at you in surprise.

“It’s totally fine Marie, I did sort of fuck up their flower though.” The person whose name you now knew was Jordan said as they pointed at the green piece of folded paper in your hand.

“Oh God, I’m sorry, it’s so pretty. I’m Marie by the way and this is Jordan.”

“Y/N. And it’s okay about the flower, I’ll just make more.” You said in response as a smile stretched your cheeks, you were sitting in front of two gorgeous people and they were apologizing to you? The day had gotten so much better in a span of moments.

“Ohhhh would you make us one? I promise I will try not to bump into you this time.” Jordan said and you giggled slightly before picking up your little pack of papers.

“I would be honored.”

That’s how your tentative friendship formed, you had been aware that Jordan and Marie were dating, which in a way made you happy but also stupidly jealous. You weren’t even really jealous of just one of them, instead you were jealous that you weren’t able to date both of them.

So when a random movie night ended up with you in Jordan’s lap and Marie kissing up and down your neck, you knew you had somehow won the fucking lottery.

You spent your days in bliss - you still had to study and do a whole lot of random jobs for Vought but your days always ended up with you cuddled in between Marie’s and Jordan’s arms. Of course, there were days where you were too tired or slightly frustrated which ended up in a few fights but you got through it together.

You continued to make each of them origami flowers, even if you did dabble in other figures. However you always went back to working with the little paper pedals. Jordan and Marie ended up with mounds of flowers in each of their favorite colors as well as quite literally every color of the rainbow.

On your first anniversary you just knew you wanted to make them something that would remind them of your first meeting. So you planned a little excursion to one of the parks near God U, since your powers gave you the ability to control all kinds of liquids, you chose one of the only parks which contained an artificial lake and made sure that Marie and Jordan had absolutely no idea what was going on.

You had packed up a bag filled with a whole case of strawberry soda, something you had gotten Jordan and Marie also hooked on. Alongside the glass bottles you packed up some artisanal bread, cheese, an assortment of fruits and some chocolate pastries.

On the night before the anniversary you spent quite a while practicing not just how to manipulate the water into refracting light perfectly but also completing the bouquet of origami flowers, each delicate stem and petal coming together to form a perfect tapestry of colors.

You could tell Marie and Jordan were more confused than ever when you had interrupted your morning cuddles to bundle up in an array of coats and basically shoved them into your car. You had each wished each other a happy anniversary as you drove through the winding lanes. A giddy smile appeared on your face when you finally arrived at the parking lot that sat at the edge of the park.

“Okay are you at least going to tell us why the hell you dragged us out of bed at this ungodly hour?” Jordan muttered when you turned off the engine and grabbed the picnic bag from beneath Marie’s legs.

“It’s a surprise, now come on. It’s only a short walk to the lake.”

You walked on the beaten forest path with Marie’s warm hand clutched in yours and Jordan’s arm thrown around your shoulders. The sun was starting to paint the sky a bunch of pastel colors when the sight of the lake greeted the three of you. Twitching your hand suddenly the sky lit up with a bunch of extra colors as the water cascaded and danced in the rising sunshine.

You quickly picked out the flowers from the bag and as Jordan and Marie both turned to look at you, you carefully showcased the bouquets to them.

“Happy anniversary, my loves.”

whooo i actually wrote something! going to try to get to more requests this week <33

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brackishkittie · 10 months

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୨୧- CHAPTER FIVE, rock your body! - ୨୧

summary: ellie texts you and asks— more like beg ( which didn’t take alot to convince you. ) you to go onto her podcast so you guys can clear up everything that’s been happening recently on social media..specifically twitter.

c/n: strong language, ellie being a loser, ellie being a dumbass..again, pervert ellie kinda??, and alot of shit abt to go down on twitter after this tbh..

a/n: hi my loves! so sorry for losing the consistency..💔💔 been feelin kinda lazy but I promise I’ll make it up to u guys. 💋💋

series masterlist! - chapter five ➝ chapter six!

it was finally time to make your way over to ellie’s place to record and you were kinda mad at yourself for giving into ellie’s pleas..and mad at the fact you kept opening up that link to the video of you and ellie kissing on twitter. the way her hand was gripping your ass just did something to you. it was making your head turn and spin and you didn’t understand why it was making you feel this way. “ma’am?? we’re here..” the uber driver cleared his throat and looked at you through the rear-view mirror, “oh- OH! right, I’m so sorry!” you scrambled to pick up your bag and texted ellie that you were outside once you stepped out the car. “press the b7 button. that’s the number to my apartment, it’ll just buzz you in when I answer.” her text read. you did as you were told and walked in once you heard the buzz ring out from the speaker. you walked up the flight of stairs to the second floor and knocked on the door which read b7 and not even 2 knocks in, she answered the door.

“hi ellie..” you awkwardly wave as she looks you up and down while leaning on the door frame. “come in.” she says as she moves away from the door to let you in, you walk in and she follows behind you. “nice skirt. did you wear that for me?” you can hear the shit eating grin on her face as she said that. you turn around and look at her, crossing your arms and sucking your teeth. “can you stop being a pervert and let us get this shit over with.” you frown as she beckoned you to follow her to her living room, where she had her whole setup. two microphones, comfy pillows, freshly lit candles, lighting and a camera setup, and lauryn hill quietly playing in the back. “you can just put your stuff down on the table next to you. I’ll get the camera rolling.” she walks over to the camera as you set your stuff down on the table. “alright the camera’s on.” she says, “hi everyone, welcome or welcome back to the “and what about it” podcast. today I’m here with a very special guest. how are you feeling y/n?” ellie asks, now sitting down and speaking into the mic. “I’m feeling fine..other than the fact I’m here.” you squint at her which in she lets out a laugh. “oh please you’ll survive..now introduce yourself.” ellie looks at you and smirks. “I’m y/n, I’m a fashion influencer and a youtuber.” you respond with a little smile as you do a cute pose for the camera.

“alright stop showing off.” ellie rolls her eyes and you scoff, “you put me in front of a camera bitch, you expect me to not pose?” you sigh and shake your head, “man y’all see how she treats me? anyway, we’re here to clear up the air and talk about what’s been happening recently on twitter.” ellie now looks at the camera and you let out a small laugh. “y’all this all started because ellie messy ass started speakin on me for no reason.” you bust out laughing and ellie tries to hold back a laugh but fails, “you know what…” she pinches her temples and smiles. “she’s not wrong so now I gotta kick her out!” she giggles while you put your hand on your chest and gasp, “nooo oh my god..my life depends on this! please no!” you say while ellie is just crackin up. “ok ok but in all seriousness..I did..maybe..start the twitter beef..” you side eye her, “MAYBE?” you snap your neck towards her, “ok I did, BUT YOU GAGGED ME ON MY OWN PAGE???” ellie frowned and you smiled proudly, “it was deserved, you not gon disrespect me and not expect a response..” you two are laughing uncontrollably into the mics.

about an hour later. ( the video was so unserious. PLEASE. )

“well my ubers here.” you look at your phone and grab your stuff on the table, “thank you for uhm..convincing me to come here. it was actually quite fun..surprisingly.” you walk over to the door and open it getting ready to walkout and leave, but she stops you. “thank you for coming, I appreciate it.” ellie rubbed her neck and you nodded, “you’re welcome. now I gotta go, don’t want the uber to leave.” you rush out her apartment and leave the building, thanking her again over text as you got into the car to go home.

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#brackishkittie #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x reader #jesse the last of us #modern!ellie williams #jesse tlou #dina nolastname #dina tlou #dina the last of us #ellie williams x female reader #ellie x y/n #ellie williams tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams x black!reader #ellie x you

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marvelous-slut · 2 years

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Daddy Issues - Dmitri Antonov x female! reader

warnings: p in v, female implied reader, daddy issues to the max, didn’t really proof read this?? age gap, reader is 18 but in high school

not my first go around on the smut/fanfic side of tumblr but it is for stranger things & it’s been a while, I hope you folks enjoy my late night horny thoughts of this beautiful man

“love you kid, i’ll be at joyce’s tonight for a birthday dinner, you and dmitri come over.” you crumble the note and throw it in the floor, holding back tears. you loved your father jim hopper dearly, but since he returned from russia with joyce & a man you first knew as enzo, things were different.

“yeah every year we do this, we get each other a cheesy gift and bake a cake with those stupid candles that don’t blow out.” you say excitedly to jonathan, your possibly soon to be step brother. he kept quiet, knowing hopper would be at his home this evening celebrating his birthday, not with his daughter.

you run up to your room after you trash the meaningless note in the garbage. you find the shortest skirt in your wardrobe, some fishnets and a long sleeve crop top. by the time you change, your fathers new russian friend is out of the shower, ready to leave himself. he looks up to see how your dressed, very different from what he’s seen before. he immediately tries thinking of something else so his raging hard on doesn’t show.

“you ready?” you ask, grabbing the keys and heading out the door.

the two of you arrive at the byers home, you knew your father was going to have a shit fit when he saw how you were dressed. at this point, you didn’t care. if he was going to leave you hanging for a woman, why wouldn’t you act out? dmitri was silent the entire ride, thinking of how inappropriate it would be if he slid his hands under your skirt and finger fucked you. as soon as you walked through the door, it was on.

“hey hon-, what the fuck are you wearing?” he asks, harshly. you plop down on the couch.

“clothes dad, happy birthday by the way.” you reply cold, jonathan swallows the lump in his throat. he had never seen so much skin from you, but he wasn’t complaining. dmitri walks to the table, knowing things were about to go south.

“why are you dressed that way?” you see the anger in his eyes, disappointment as well. no disappointment could compare to what you felt this evening after reading his bullshit note. “did you wear that shit to school?” you laugh, standing up, pulling the skirt up as you did.

“do you really think if i did jonathan would have mentioned it? i mean he’s like a dog in heat right now and i’m just sitting here.” jonathan’s face turns red as a tomato, joyce comes from the kitchen.

“hey! don’t talk about my son like that!” she exclaims, hopper defending her. you feel your chest heating up with anger.

“oh i forgot, you’re my new mommy joyce! i have to listen to everything you say huh? sorry he’s barley keeping it in his pants over there. hey speaking of mommy, i’m moving back in with mine. fuck this!” you exclaim, shooting out the door and making sure to slam it on the way out. hopper apologizes to joyce, dmitri gets up from the table and tells hopper he will make sure you get home to cool off, and he keeps his promise.

“come on,” he says, looking down on you crying on the steps, placing his jacket around you knowing you had to be freezing. “let’s go

home.”

the whole ride home you cry, you didn’t mean to but you tell dmitri everything as if he’s your personal therapist and he listens and he understands. he feels angry with hopper, his son was back in russia and he couldn’t do anything about it for the time being, hoppers child was right in front of his face and he choses a woman over her. “i don’t know what hurts me more, the fact that he gave up something that was special to me or that he sent you to chase me after i melt down.” finally you two arrive back at home, he places his hand on your thigh, comforting you.

“let’s go inside.” once inside, something in you snapped. you look at dmitris figure, thinking of how you wanted him on top of you. you walk over to him, brushing your body against his.

“thanks for playing daddy for me.” this sends him into a spiral, he knows it’s wrong. the man who helped him get out of russia, gave him a place to live and he was going to fuck his daughter.

dmitri backs you against the wall, his bare cold hands running up your thigh. finally reaching the pathetic excuse for underwear you have on.

“you really had your father upset tonight,” he says, pushing your laced thong to the side, teasing your entrance with his finger, “i never thought such a sweet girl like you could do that.” you leaned your head back, silently begging him to finger fuck your eager cunt, there was no way he didn’t feel the wetness between your folds.

“what can i say?” you ask, mind fuzzy still not believing this is happening.

“i think someone has daddy issues.” he slips a cold finger into your throbbing pussy, making your back arch against the wall, a small moan escaping your lips. he sees how much pleasure this brings you and adds another finger, slowly pumping. “you want someone to take care of you, to protect you, to love you. someone who won’t disappoint you.” he whispers before pressing his lips against your neck, you whimper as he’s pumping his fingers in and out of you. “am i wrong?” he stops, waiting on you to reply.

“i- i. no, no you’re not.” he grins and starts moving his fingers again. using his other hand, he gently grabs a handful of your hair, slamming his lips against yours, sliding his tongue into your desperate mouth.

“good.” he pulls his fingers out, slipping them slowly into your mouth, making you taste your juices. “i’ll do that for you.” before you know it, you two are in his guest bedroom, he pulls you to the bed laying you down on your back, spreading your legs as far as they will go, pulling his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion revealing his throbbing cock. bigger than any other you had seen, which wasn’t shocking considering that number was very low.

“you taste fucking sweet,” he says, licking his fingers, “just like candy.” he uses his saliva to coat his cock, gently gliding it into your slick cunt. your back arches and you let out an ungodly moan. his hand finds it’s way to your neck, softly gripping it.

“who’s girl are you angel?” he thrusts into you slowly, his cock stretching you out even more than you imagined was possible.

“yours, i’m yours daddy.” the word drives him absolutely insane. he pulls your tits out of the skimpy shirt you wore, kneading one with his hand, his other hand playing with your clit.

“that’s right, you’re mine.” he whispers, his lips against your neck again, careful not to leave any marks as bad as he wanted to. you dug your nails into his back, not being able to hold back. it felt entirely too good having him inside of you. “this sweet tight pussy is all mine.” you feel your stomach start to knot up, grabbing onto the sheets desperately.

“you’re close aren’t you?” he asks, laughing and hurrying his face into your shoulder. you barley get out a yes before you feel yourself coming undone.

“please keep fucking me, right there. oh my god.” you scream out. “i’m gonna fucking cum.”

“Cum angel.” the words push you to the edge, he finishes right behind you.

“What the fuck is this?” your heart sinks, hearing your fathers voice boom through the room.

#dmitri antonov #dmitri antonov fanfic #dmitri antonov smut #stranger things #stranger things smut #dmitri antonov x reader #dmitri antonov x you #jim hopper #daddy issues #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic

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jaelaxies · 6 months

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𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･

fluff; a little bit of angst; wc: 1 k..

Sunghoon x fem reader!; fantasy au!; dream king Sunghoon au!; tw: none.

Song recommendation: Will I Ever See You Again — Red Velvet

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･

We were always dancing in the same hall; grand chandeliers shining over our silhouettes. I was never a good dancer, but you… You always insisted in dancing with our hands tied tightly, in holding my waist like I could disappear at any moment; looking me in the eyes like I was your secret oasis yet we loved each other without a reason, it just felt natural to do so. You painted all my nights golden and all of my thoughts were filled with fantasies of us basking in the sunset.

That night, was different though. We didn’t twirl around and laughed at the sound of the same imaginary music; the chandeliers were off and Sunghoon was standing in his white royal jacket, filled with gold intricate decorations, facing the entrance of the balcony. Only the moon was caressing his face and not my hand like the last days, his expression was grim for what I could see from afar.

Deep down, I knew.

I knew that all dreams come to a stop. Specially if my dream was a fairytale that had no ending, one where we could live happily ever after, in ignorance of the world that was meant to divide us. But as I walked with heavy steps to his side, and his gaze met mine. He held me close again; my breath hitched in my throat as I felt his arms wrapping around my whole figure, his head seeking comfort on my neck; it was something about the way his embrace felt, like it was time…

It was the last time.

I brought my hand to his nape and started to caress his hair; his breath starting to fell into a more stable rhythm. We didn’t want to let go, not only of this moment but of each other too. In this dark room, embraced still, we started to slowly dance again. Just moving our bodies while feeling each other’s warmth; the longing of our hearts creating the only music present in the whole dance hall. The moon was our only guest tonight, the solemn witness to this forbidden love that was about to fall into its predestined fate.

But even as the lights went out, even if the world burned out… “I’ll find a way to meet you again”

Sunghoon’s voice echoed in my head as I lift my face to meet his eyes; if I had words to describe them it would be filled with an unbreakable promise of love. His gaze was gentle yet I could feel the sincerity in his words, even if the fresh tears that glossed his eyes tried to defy that.

“I’ll wait for an eternity, if necessary”

I said, as I cupped his cheek in my hand and smiled when he reciprocated the contact, leaning further into my touch. His soft lips kissing the inside of the palm of my hand, it was such an intimate gesture that made my heart calm down for a second; it was the peaceful stretch before the storm.

“I love you, Sunghoon”

As I finally said that, the whole dream started to collapse. I could only stand there as the walls crumbled, the chandeliers broke in a million pieces and my lover was still holding me in place amidst the chaos, as it always had been. Sunghoon was my knight in shining armor, the person I fell in love with and the only person I ever wanted to share my love with. Even if the universe was going to separate us, he would still shield me from any harm. Last thing I remember was holding to dear life with our intertwined hands like chains and then, my vision slowly started to fade into a black abyss and the warmth that I used to cherish so much, disappeared. Leaving only a trace of him behind, his ring.

I clutched onto that little piece for years. I’m sure he did the same.

As the third year passed by and the fireworks exploded in the sky, reminding everyone else of the start of a new cycle, including myself who stared at the snowy sky through my window; I felt a familiar sensation in my chest. It came from the only reminder of my lover, the golden piece that hanged from my neck. The ruby gemstone that adorned the ring, started glowing furiously, like a signal, a call that was so urgent: I didn’t hesitate. I knew where to go.

I know who was waiting for me.

As I reached the tall tree where we first met in a dream, I spotted a familiar figure standing in the snow. His dark black hair now covered in little snowflakes; dressed in a trench coat and holding his hands to his mouth while tapping his foot on the snow-covered floor. I couldn’t wait any longer, as the sound of my heels alerted him and he turned back to face me with the biggest smile on his face, dimples on full display, I ran like a madwoman into his arms again.

As he caught me, we started twirling around in chuckles of relief. We were together again. We were never going to be apart from each other, no more barriers of the unknown; no more limits of the subconsciousness. As we halted our little celebration, he cradled my face and we smiled at each other as he started pecking my whole face with so much joy that my heart burned in my chest, it felt like a show of fireworks was spreading trough my whole chest.

—I didn’t have the courage to say it then, because I knew our future was uncertain…— He kissed my forehead with a soft sigh escaping from his lips, blush covering all of his beautiful features including his cheeks. — But I do now, as I stand here and I vow my eternal love for you.

He stopped for a second and before capturing my lips in a sweet and slow kiss, he finally completed his vow. — I love you even more than you can imagine and I will make sure this time, only happier times will come. For now, it is you and I against the world and nothing can stop us.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･

Hehe Finally is here! This is my first time writing for enha so.... pls be kind🤍

I felt like a had an adrenaline rush when i listened to this song and the idea just came into my head instantly, let me know specially if you liked this type of ideas bc i have so many of them; i know it's a little bit angsty but i felt like i need to polish my angst a little

I still wanna write sugar candy fluff for Hoon so dont worry dont fret (student council president im looking at you) i just need a little bit of time to adjust my new schedule and we'll return to our regular program everyone

Thanks for all the support and love, it motivates me so much🤍 (❁´◡`❁)

As always, feedback is really appreciated and I’ll love if you could reblog or comment if you really liked this one!

With love, *°࿐Stella🤍

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bishie-haven · 11 days

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After-party, Day 1!

Ugh, sorry, scheduling these is a nightmare

Day 2's content has arrived, and our after-party has begun! And I promised a similar, yet different outing to something I did last year, didn’t I?

Well��I’m ranking cards again.

BUT, this is going to be a bit of a change compared to 2023’s outing. Last year, I went with the entirety of Asmo’s card library and focused exclusively on the art that came on the tin. This year, a change is happening. As of writing this on May 16th, 2024, I have 93% of Nightbringer’s demon cards that include the fifth-born, almost the entire set! If you don’t believe me, here’s my Devilgram page of my collection:

With all Nightmare/event cards in my possession, I wanted to focus on something not many do when it comes to these lovely JPEGs: see how well their Devilgram stories hold up and if they’re a good reward for working your butt off in an event or squeezing every last DP or DV out of you for the gacha. I will be going on about the art as well, but I didn’t fully include it in the ranking because…well…I’ll admit it, picking which one I liked best would be like splitting hairs, almost impossible! Each one has its own perks and pros (and I will highlight that), how could a fan possibly choose?

Now unfortunately, I did say I only had 93% of the collection, 14 of 15 cards, to be exact. That sadly means I will not be taking the Chapter 21-40 UR+, Magic Compact, into account for the rankings. I will certainly make an update when the day comes and I get all those shards. Also, if for some reason we get a new card added before the week is up and I can get my hands on it in time, I’ll be doing a similar update as well.

But, enough wasting time!

(Also: Spoilers for EVERY Devilgram story ahead!!)

#14: A Gift for a Special Day (Birthday ‘23 UR)

I don’t really know how to word this…but I think this is the only Asmodeus card that rubs me the wrong way any time I even THINK about it. The entire thing revolves around you and Asmo going out on the town for his birthday, but he puts on this more suave and sophisticated persona in order for you to “see a different side of him”. I see a different side…and it feels absolutely wrong. I’m not saying I hate that he tries to be cool, the MC being escorted around, getting gifted a dinner outfit, and dancing to the slow notes of a piano, but the entire time it feels like I’m on a date with an alien masquerading as the demon. There’s a dialogue choice at the end that states “I miss the normal you”, and it couldn’t be more true. Later you find out through an unlockable chat that he asked Solomon (who later asks Diavolo) for help…channeling the suaveness of Lucifer.

Now I’ve started to grow on Luci more over the years, but even ignoring that he’s on the lower end of my favorites list, the circumstances surrounding the card did NOT help this statement gain any favor. Already following an event where we nearly lost an Asmo event SSR, this card was the result of them shedding the birthday event system for a year, using him as a guinea pig to test the new card gacha system before Luci’s birthday came a few weeks later, AND eliminating the birthday SSR that EVERY OTHER BROTHER (+ Simeon) got before this, the set still being incomplete to this day! It was arguably the lowest point of Solmare’s ignorance of the fifth (and that’s a WHOLE other can of worms I may dive into one day), and the fact they were pretty trying to package the eldest’s charm in the boy who LITERALLY has a charm power will unfortunately taint this card for me.

However, as I said before, the art on the card isn’t bad, quite good, even. Completing the pajama set of ‘22-23, the bare chest with the robe fits the mood (at least in a vacuum), and the celebration in the DF unlock is perfect for what he deserves ^^

#13: Choosing for You (Sleepwear/Halloween ‘23 SSR)

Now outside of that card, there’s elements to every story from this point that I like. This one…really is the definition of mid for me, though. Revolving around you being the model for nightwear Asmo got sent PR packages of to choose what he wears for a collaboration, the air of the story isn’t very eventful, but quite chill. We do get comments about our own ability to look good in any fashion and found out the demon can use photo shoots in his bathroom as peak procrastination, but outside of that it’s mainly banter between what can constitute as good pajamas and just trying to make a damn decision. And with the gift of said nightwear and a tease of a sleepover after the shoot (one of my favorite tropes ever), this story is what I would hand someone if they wanted bare-basic Asmo vibes in a story.

With the art, they managed to show off sleepwear in a bit better way than Birthday ‘23’s. The initial art showing off the multiple choices he has for you, and the DF unlock once again pulling a skin tease, but showing a lot more of his teasing and sensual nature along with it. Now THIS is the demon I know!

#12: Dancing*Cooking (Anniversary ‘24 UR+)

I am so torn on this card. When it comes to the story, it’s one unexpected for this character, but it really does work. Being in the overarching plot of planning a Devildom-wide party with everyone trying new things, Asmo is the caterer/menu planner and shows so much development in the vein of his consideration of others (wanting to take the entire realm into account when you tell him to do what he thinks is best and later including ALL THREE REALMS in the menu to truly let everyone have a taste of home)…I’m shoving this in anyone’s face when they say he only cares about himself. There are some questionable elements (in the form of being in a dance club with a bunch of pouting fish that we need to fawn over in order to effectively marinate their flesh…no I’m not kidding), but overall real cute.

Why I’m torn is because of the missed opportunities! They had good apron/chocolatier sets from Valentine’s ‘23 they could’ve used at least in passing on the models, and while I know there was a theme with the card stories…both the initial and DF unlock involves marching band outfits. As a former band geek and being in a marching band for 7 years, both the elements of that in the event story and the card images are the ultimate tease, why couldn’t you utilize them more?!

#11: The Magic Music Festival (Birthday ‘24 UR)

I know this is the most recent card (as of writing this), and it honestly hurts that this is still so low. It’s honestly not a bad story in a vacuum: you accompany Asmo on a photoshoot for a brand he’s an ambassador for and you use magic cards to choose a location, eventually ending in an unknown town where fairies and magic instruments (hmm…this sounds a bit familiar) give a spark of inspiration. The problem with it all…it’s good for an Asmo card…but not for an Asmo BIRTHDAY card. There’s very little focus on the fact that it’s his special day outside of the brothers pretty much announcing that they’re making a party for him and they want him out of the house, and while the story is nice and the reason it got as high as it did, it doesn’t really fit the situation much when put under a microscope. I know the story in the revamped birthday event kinda takes care of this, but still…

But what they DON’T slack on? The art in this card, DEAR LORD if I was ranking the art this year it would be in the top 5 BARE MINIMUM. I nearly screamed when I seen the DF unlock and I did NOT stop until I had that card in my hands! The detail with the demon form and kimono-style fusion was absolutely PERFECT! And the card-themed initial? Beautiful as well!

#10: Memories and Pale Shades (Seed SSR)

Now, ignoring the fact that we nearly didn’t get this card at ALL until we protested to the devs (again, another can of worms for another day), this card is another fitting of the word mid, but in a bit of a better way compared to Choosing for You. Instead of being in a setting we’re all used to (Asmo and his influencer nonsense), we’re at a traditional festival, wanting to use the petals of a human world cherry blossom tree to make souvenirs of our memories. Although it takes a while to actually MAKE something outside of the assistance of Solomon, it warms the crafter soul within me to spend some time like this with him. It’s very simplistic, but it’s very warm and cozy at the same time.

And the art fits this just perfectly. Each image, whether with a mitsurashi dango or the falling petals, encapsulates the feeling of the festival perfectly, and lets you ignore the circumstances behind the meta.

#9: Asmo, the Recluse?! (Ch. 1-20 UR+)

Getting into one of the four Nightbringer-exclusive cards, while it doesn’t do what the other two I’m going to talk about will, it is definitely an exploration into the Avatar of Lust…and honestly what he COULD have been. The whole plot revolves around you getting Asmo out of the room he’s holed himself in for multiple days so the others can ask about using his bathroom that Satan wrecked until repair. And while I wouldn’t need a reason if I knew he was hiding in his bedroom to try and find him, when you do get in there…what a sight. If there’s people who complain that Asmo is narcissistic and stuck on himself with what we see right now, show them this story. THIS IS WHAT IT COULD HAVE BEEN. Despite having to take multiple attempts to get him away from a perfume he pretty much hypnotized himself with, it’s hilarious and a great laugh away from the deep themes of NB. And even after coming to his senses, we still get an air of his current levels of egotism, still refusing to give bathroom access no matter what reasoning.

Also, this is him the whole time looking at that mirror. Fight me on this.

The art for this? Actually, it’s very similar to what we see in his initial UR in the OG game…and I love it! A shot of him with makeup in the initial, and a classic tub shot in the DF, how adorable!

#8: Asmo-Chan Overindulges (Fabulicious UR)

Geez I hate the name of that event…but aside from that, this story is really wholesome, in a sense of what the events entail. You’re Asmo’s +1 to a party for Devildom models, and from beginning to end we see how it plays out. I really appreciate some of the dialogue choices in this one, having moments of us feeling shy or out of place in a room full of perfection and Asmo every time pulling us back in and making us feel worthy of being by his side. In addition, a Mammon cameo and a montage of him socializing with other model acquaintances really illustrates how well known he is in this sector. But where there is a party, there is Demonus, and not too long after, a tipsy to wasted demon shows us he can make a fashion show anywhere and that he’s the jealous, emotional type when plastered. And with an ending in a private room to sober up and be intimate with each other, this is a comfort story for me, for sure.

The art definitely goes for the dual sides of his presenting self. The initial with him in a suit and looking confident as hell to the DF unlock showing a more flowing dress with an adorable expression? Best of both worlds!

Unfortunately, because of Tumblr’s stupid photo limit, I have to split this into two parts. But, the next one is coming ultra-soon!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me asmodeus #head is spinning...

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whatthefishh · 11 months

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Hi Mona <33

You're so cooool (and im proud of you in case you havent heard yet!!!)

Okay so exams are killing me even though they actually haven't STARTED yet its just the prep and the stress yknow!!! Anyway you also know I'm very much a slut for Rydal and the way you write him bc uhh he's just so fcuking fine and I love your writing!!

I know you aren't doing drabbles right now but would you spare this desperate and tired soul a few cutie pie Ryda hcs. Just a few smol cute ones abt his soft caring and hnghgnghgng during the high stress school seasons (yeah im projecting whatever.)

ANYWAY!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!

-Clem <333

Hi cutie

Thank you 🥺 and WDYM COOL LMAOO

Exams and exam prep can be super stressful, hope you’re taking care of yourself sweetie. I can definitely spare some Rydal HCs, and I know @campingwiththecharmings @xbellaxcarolinax and @melodygatesauthor have been asking me to drop stuff for our fave nepo baby hehehe

Random Rydal HCs:

Going out for something as simple as a drive isn’t just going for a drive with Rydal. The man puts on cologne and special sunglasses that he says work better for driving but you know it’s bullshit, he just thinks he looks cooler with them on in his vintage and unnecessarily expensive car.

Is the boyfriend that puts his hand on your thigh while driving. Buys you a drinkie drink and critiques your DJ skills loudly and rudely.

A trip to the mall usually means you have to block off a whole afternoon for it. Rydal tries on more clothes than you thought was possible, requesting certain cuts from the retail workers that you don’t even recognize. He definitely tries to fuck you in the changing rooms when the staff leaves you alone, claiming he could make it worth it for you to sit through his little fashion show.

You let him.

The first time you take Rydal thrift shopping he refuses to touch anything in the store. You think he’s mad at you for how little he speaks and how he glared at you when you ask him if the top you’re holding up would look good on you.

To make up for it, he forces you to get a pedicure with him. You thought he was joking but he’s dead serious, his face growing more irritated when you tell him you’ve never had one, opting to save your money and take care of them yourself. He scoffs and essentially drags you by the wrist (why does that action alone have your knees knocking together—) to the salon and picking out your colour for you. You feel quite pretty after you can’t deny but the memory of his face dropping never fails to make you laugh.

Playing board games with Rydal meant screaming matches that ended with the board game toppled over and his lips pressed against yours angrily

Movie nights found you both ripping on the movie choice of the night, commenting almost through the whole thing and making claims of what you’d change, what he thinks would’ve been a smarter decision of the main characters, taking sides and arguing them whole heartedly as if the people in the films and their actions had a direct connection to your lives

Sometimes Rydal would come over while you were in the shower. Sometimes he’d join you, finding it hilarious that you thought he was a serial killer but soon distracting you by dropping to his knees for you.

Sleepovers found you either on opposite sides of the bed or breathing in each other’s skin, arms holding the other close, legs tangled. The nights you spent laying with him were usually the sweetest mornings. Sometimes he’d wake you up with kisses, borderline ticklish movements, not letting up even while you squealed for him to stop. He didn’t let up until he pulled peals and peals of laughter from you, sharing syrupy kisses after and causing early morning butterflies to stir as your heart swelled with affection.

These were extremely random and scatter brained and I’m sorry because I really should be sleeping but I love him so much and I miss him and I promise I’ll work on my WIP soon ❤️ love ya

#inbox 💌#Clem tag #yes this is about rydal keener #rydal keener fanfiction #rydal keener x you #rydal keener x reader #rydal keener #rydal keener fluff #mona’s 1k #stay awake with me #oxford comma fic

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i--luv--you · 30 days

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You Promised

Trigger Warnings (Read at your own Risk!): Major Character Death (Adam), Ari is revealed to be carrying a child. Slight Lucifer x Ari. The only time Adam is a good husband is when he’s dying smh.

Adam’s wings ache. Too long, this battle has gone on for too long. This isn’t what he had in mind. It was a simple extermination. Nothing special about it. The only difference was they were to target Lilith’s little cunt’s hotel. Kill the demons in there. Maybe take Vaggie’s other eye for being a traitor and go back into heaven. Maybe eat some ribs. Maybe piss off other angels. Go see her.

Didn’t matter what he planned to do, but he knew that whatever the fuck was going on right now he did not appreciate. Not only were his wings sore and dripping with golden ichor, but his mask had broken, exposing his face. That was something he really didn’t appreciate. He was the fucking Adam! The first man, Adam! And yet, he looked like some guy. Some regular man. It felt insulting, to be so important, to uphold such a status and look like some man you’d find working a 9-5 shift at a gas station.

He couldn’t change the way he looked, which is why he got that mask. He used it to hide his face and besides, it looked cool. The eyes, the sharp teeth. The whole thing looked fucking sick. Why wouldn’t he wear it? It was made for him after all.

Adam touches his face, cold, the wind was so cold down here it almost hurt. He was sick of this. And since Lucifer came in to swoop his little daughter to safety, the mess on his plate had increased tenfold. Adam’s eyes scan the battlefield, looking down at the exorcists that were killing. Or were being killed. He saw a tuft of familiar pink hair running towards the tower of the radio demon. Adam scoffs.

He wasn’t his target.

He had more important things to worry about than some measly ex.

The large gaping hole in the middle of the cliff he had made of the Hotel Lilith's spawn had been used to almost kill the measly girl. He watched as she fell, his eyes narrowing when he watched Lucifer swoop in to catch her. He can feel the way his blood boils when he sees him. Lucifer. The fucker who took away his wives from him. Adam knew he had to keep him away, lest he took hold of his most beloved.

The wind hits his face as he flies straight towards him and his daughter.

It’s in a split second where he finds himself face in the dirt. The mask cracked open, and his face fully revealed to the sinners. Adam can’t find the time right now to be annoyed at that. He stood, body sore and aching, eyes scanning the crowd as he began to monologue, yelling about how he was the first man and demanding respect. He stops when he sees a familiar tuft of black hair, ‘No. God no why is she here? She promised to stay there.’ He thought, yet before he could open his mouth a searing hot pain jammed at his gut. Tearing through cloth, then layers of skin, nicking his ribs, piercing his lungs and out through his chest.

Adam could feel the hot ichor spilling from his body. His body, tired and sore, collapses onto the floor.

A strangled scream pierces the silence, “ADAM!” And through his blurry vision, he spies a woman, pushing through the crowd of demons, a halo on her head, and wings on her back.

“No…” he whispers “Not you… not like this…” he hisses as the woman pulls him to meet her eyes.

“You idiot! You promised!” Ari yells, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

Lucifer freezes, one of the angels he remembers he held in high regard for. He loved her, and yet she chose Adam? Out of everyone? Lucifer’s nails dig into his palm as he watches the woman brush the hair from Adam’s face, wiping ichor from his nose.

“You promised…” She whispers and Adam slowly nods.

“I know… I’m sorry.” He whispers, voice weak, a sad smile on his lips. He didn’t want his wife to see him in pain, that would only hurt her more.

“I’ll never forgive you,” Ari whispers, and he chuckles.

Vaggie steps forward, spear in hand, freezing when Charlie shoots her arm out. “I know he’s a dick, but no one deserves a painful death. Just give him this.” She whispers and Vaggie sighs, stepping back as Ari moves to kneel beside her husband, placing his head on her lap, resting it on her thighs, her fingers running through his hair.

“I was going to tell you this at one point… but I’m running out of time… I should’ve told you ages ago” Ari whispers and Adam makes a small noise of interest. “I’m… I’m with child,” she whispers, and the smile on Adam’s face tugs on his cheeks.

“A baby... ‘S been a while since I had one of those” he murmurs and Ari smiles as he reaches out to touch her lower stomach.

“Daddy won’t be able to stick around kiddo. He’s sorry... but keep mommy safe ok?” He whispers, almost feeling the small heartbeat of life, cradled by the warmth and safety of her womb.

Adam pulls his hand away, looking up at Ari “You’re so beautiful, did you know?” he whispers, moving to stroke her cheek, wiping away tears that grow from her eyes.

“You need to say it more…” She whispers and Adam smiles, closing his eyes.

“I love you, Ari.” He says, breath leaving his lips as he falls limp, heart fluttering to a stop.

Silence on the battlefield.

“I love you too… Adam.” She repeats, kissing the body’s forehead.

A minute passes with no movement. Chilly breaths leave the demon’s mouths as they stand, watching in awe.

After a moment, Ari stands, holding the body in her arms, silent as she turns to the crowd of demons, standing, watching, listening.

“Lucifer.” Ari says, and the King of Hell straightens up, cheeks slightly flushed when she acknowledges him.

“Ari…” He whispers, stepping forward, “I still-”

“I know. I’m sorry I don’t-”

“I understand. Thank you.” He nods, stepping back, a solemn smile on his face.

“Princess Morningstar…” Ari turns to the woman who clutches her weapon in her hand, ready to fight if she needs to. “You’ve done so much for your people. Never give up on your dreams Princess.” Ari says, holding the body of her husband to her chest, ichor spilling onto her clothes, staining the white with liquid gold. “I hope one day, my child grows to be as wonderful and as passionate as you.”

She smiles. “You look just like your mother.” She whispers as Charlie loosens her grip on the staff, nodding.

“Thank you. I’m sorry for your loss.” She nods to Adam and Ari smiles softly, brushing the hair that stuck to his forehead.

“I’ll be alright. I suppose he had it coming for him…” She sighs “I wish I could’ve knocked some sense into him when you first brought up the idea of redemption.” Ari chuckles. “He can be a bit of an asshole. But he loves me.”

“He always told me he did.” she breathes out sadly.

Ari nods as Charlie in turn. The pair bowed to each other as best they could.

A portal opens from the red sky.

Ari opens her wings. Large white feathers fall from them and she smiles.

“Goodbye Lucifer.” “Goodbye, Ari.”

Ari nods, looking up at the portal and she flies into it, holding close, the dead body of her lover.

Lucifer frowns, pulling off his hat, and bowing deeply.

“I’ve always loved you.”

He whispers, catching one of the white feathers that feel, bringing it to his lips, and watching it disintegrate into nothing.

A sense of longing fills the King's heart as he watches her fly away.

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END

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#radioactive rock <3 #ari writes #. . . fictional other! . .#. . . selfship! . .

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enzenwriting · 1 year

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11:11 forget me not

11 a person like you (written part!1.2k words)

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It was barely 3 pm when you arrived at the dorm parking lot. Hanging out with Heeseung was the easiest thing in the universe. You have been best friends for so long, so of course, it was. Game nights and sleepovers were a weekly thing during high school, which you think you both hadn’t grown out of since you still have them but not so frequently due to University schedules and priorities. You can’t tell the exact moment when you developed a feeling for Heeseung because, for you, there wasn’t an exact moment. Loving Heeseung was an evolving feeling, co-existing within your growth and codependency with each other throughout your life. As many of your classmates have said, you two were inseparable, soulmates even.

You think you’ve been excellent at keeping your feelings at bay, separating your platonic and not-so-platonic feelings. You made sure you were going to be the friend Heeseung needed when he needed a friend to understand him, so it made sense why it was exactly 15 min since you had arrived and you were still in your car. You are about to cross the separation and tell Heeseung your feelings. You were nervous, breathing in through your nose and out your mouth to calm your racing heart only makes it worse because reality was setting in. Deep down, you know it was incredibly risky, but still, the voices of your friends echo in your head.

Finally finding the courage (and because it was starting to get a little boring inside the car). You make your way to the dorm. True to the boy’s words, it was just the two of you at the dorm as Heeseung opens the door, letting you into the familiar living room, not after a tight but comfortable hug of course. Heeseung goes back, sprawled across the sofa, flickering through Netflix programmes, mumbling about the shows available as you occupy the space next to him.

The whole hour was spent with Heeseung complaining about his Music module class and laughing about the cliche of the ongoing movie. But you can’t focus on anything but the doubt in your head, too busy in your head that you miss the numerous times Heeseung looks at you, worried at your quietness

“what’s up?” Heeseung rolls over to your sighed, sighing when you jolt at his movement.

“The ceiling” you faked a laugh, which came more awkward than intended

“Not up there you fool” Heeseung frown in endearment “In your head”

You stay silent for a second and Heeseung seems to notice the hesitation. You feel his hand entangle with yours, giving it a comforting squeeze. “I know it’s always hard for you to talk about your feelings, but hey, we have something special right? You can talk to me.”

special.

well, here it goes.

“Hee… I have something to tell you.”You say with an awkward smile, attempting to gently pull back your now clammy hand from Heeseung’s hold.”Please promise you’ll listen until I’m done talking?”

“Hey of course I’ll listen. I promise” he doesn’t let you free your hand from his own, holding on to it again and giving it another comforting squeeze. You see a smile graces his lips and you return it with a crooked smile before you let your attention fall onto the forgotten Netflix series playing. “Go for it”

Taking in a deep breath, you close your eyes, head still directed away from Heeseung. “I’m in love with you,” you pause, breathing in before continuing

“I think I have been for a long time now and-” sighing softly to yourself, you slowly let your eyes open to look at Heeseung, ignoring the hammering feeling in your chest. “I’m so scared that it’ll ruin our friendship and I’m still terrified but I just had to let you know before I regret not telling you”

It felt relieving to finally voice your feelings, even if you wanted to run out of the door but it doesn’t stop your heart from thumping loudly in your ear. You don’t let yourself fall into the false sense of security, even if your close friends think and tell you Heeseung feels almost the same way.

“I’m sorry if this ruins our friendship, but I just- I think-“

“Y/n”

“Sorry I- sorry you can talk” you look up, rambling immediately stops seeing Heeseung look back at you.

“Y/n, you’re my best friend and” you feel all choked up all of a sudden. Of course, it had to be the cliche line of letting your best friend down. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles so softly

Your eyes are starting to burn as you get up to your feet, “that’s all I’ll ever be?” You whisper, calming the pain in your chest as Heeseung stays silent

“Y/n wait, listen to me” He sighed, his hand reaching to grab you by the wrist. “please understand this is all new to me! You can’t expect me to have the answer immediately”

“This is new to me too!” Wrenching your wrist from his hold, you make your way towards the door. “But at least I know my feelings for you.”

“Then I think it’s best to step back with this friendship-“

“Are you serious Heeseung? Just because I confessed, it doesn’t mean I don’t want to still be friends?”

“When feelings get involved it’s harder for friendship to be honest and make it fair for everyone. I don’t want to confuse you y/n”

“It’s a little late for that” so you walk out

You only stop walking when you’re out of the dorm building. Your stomp halts, face scowled like you were trying to hold onto some sort of anger at Heeseung. But the more you thought of it, the more you realised the embarrassment settling in. No, you weren’t angry. You were embarrassed. You had mistaken your best friend’s affection for something that was never that deep. God, you were so stupid.

You were stupid and now without your best friend.

You groan and make yourself keep walking, but that doesn’t stop the sudden pang of sadness hitting and suddenly, you feel tears brimming in your eyes. You and Heeseung have fought before but it never escalated to Heeseung stopping your friendship. You must’ve been too much.

You don’t realize that your feet had carried you all the way to the parking lot, until-

“Y/n? Y/N are you crying?” Renjun’s soft voice grabbed you back to earth. You don’t know what it was about seeing his face at that moment but all your walls came tumbling down. “Hey, it’s okay. Let’s get you to your car first”

Only when you’re sat in the passenger seat of your car with Renjun in front of your door,

you realize your situation. Your shoulders are shaking and you feel the wetness still dripping on your cheeks. You hear your breath coming out in sniffles and small hiccups escaping your mouth. It probably looks like the strangest scene for Renjun, maybe some sort of Kdrama scene he’d only seen in dramas. You, sitting in your car seat unmoving, looking at him as you crumble in sadness. And him looking back at you worried, not really sure how to deal with you.

“Do you want me to call Heeseung?” Renjun kneels in front of you, meeting your eye level. You shake your head immediately and that’s all it took for Renjun to get an idea of the situation. “I’ll drive you home-“

“I’ll drive myself-“

“No Y/N, I’d rather drive you than have you drive back with tears. I want to get you home safely”

11 a person like you

Summary: A cliche story of a long-term friendship turns into one-sided love, but what happens to your friendship with Lee Heeseung when a mysterious twitter account encourages you to change everything?

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an: nauure ethan WHY WOULD YOU HURT YN. pspsps that renjun second male lead syndrome moment though😮‍💨

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Family Night Out

Characters: Bulla Briefs, Vegeta, Bulma Briefs, Trunks Briefs, Son Goku, Chi-Chi, Son Gohan and Son Goten. Summary: The Son and the Briefs families get together for a fun night out.

Cross-posted on AO3 and FFN

Bulla opened her wardrobe and went through a hidden area, where she kept some special clothes she never wore but it was time to. There were at least fifteen models from different colors, so choosing one wasn’t an easy task. Eventually she chose a light blue dress, almost gray. She had just tied her hair in a tight bun and was spraying some glitter in her hair when Bulma walked in. To her relief, she was already wearing a coat and didn’t give anything away.

“Bulla? Are you ready to go? Chi-Chi, Goku and the boys should be waiting for us already.”

“I’m ready, mama.” She grinned as she stood up.

“Why are you wearing a coat. It’s a little chilly outside, but not cold enough to wear one. What are you up to, little lady?”

“Nothing, I swear.” She crossed her fingers behind her back and then left her room. “Let’s go.”

****

Bulma got out of her car and quickly headed to where the Son family was standing, outside the rink parlor.

“I’m sorry we’re a little late. I hope you haven’t been waiting for a long time.”

“No, we just got here. Did something happen though?”

“No, Bulla took a long time getting ready.”

“I did not!” The girl protested. “I was actually really fast this time, unlike Trunks.”

“Hey!”

“That’s true, I can confirm Trunks takes way too long to get ready.” Goten mocked and laughed.

“Dude, stop exposing me.”

“Sorry, dude.”

“These two…” Bulma said with a smile. “It’s always been like this.”

“Shall we go in?” Chi-Chi suggested.

“Sure.”

All the colorful spinning lights from the globe at the center of the rink made Goku feel immediately dizzy and hold tight on Chi-Chi’s arm. She looked at him surprised.

“What’s wrong, Goku?”

“I don’t like these lights. They’re spinning way too fast.”

“Well, we’re in a disco rink, so they have to be like this because of the songs.” She reached for his hand and give it a light squeeze. “You’ll get used to it before you know it, I guarantee.”

“Really?”

“Of course. And if you don’t, I’ll be around the whole time, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Bulma?” Vegeta asked in a rather cold tone.

“Yes?”

“Why do I have to wear such ugly and itchy clothes?”

“What?” She raised her eyebrows. “I even left the tie out, so you wouldn’t feel weird about it. You still think it’s ugly?”

“I do.” He glanced around. “It’s not only worse because we’re the only ones here.”

“Bulma leaned towards his ear and covered her mouth with her hand. “I personally think you look hot with this. You’re fancy, but this top button open is a major turn-on for me.”

“Are you serious?” Vegeta felt his face burn with embarrassment, but didn’t let that get to him and played along. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. “In that case, I think this is the best outfit ever.”

“I knew you’d change your mind.”

“Don’t you think they look fancy, Goku?” Chi-Chi turned to her left, but her husband wasn’t by her side anymore. She started looking around for him and saw him still outside the rink. “Aren’t you coming in?”

“I’m good here, thanks.”

“You came all the way here to be sitting there?” She skated towards him and reached for his hand. “You’re missing all the fun. Come on.”

“How are you supposed to walk with these things?” Goku pointed to his black rollerblades. “Look at them!”

“It isn’t as hard as it seems, I promise.” She assured him softly. “I can stay with you until you feel comfortable with it.”

“I don’t know, Chi-Chi.” He looked ahead and she followed his gaze. “Look at how easily Goten and Trunks do it. It’s natural for them.”

“Goten!” She cupped her face to make her voice come out louder. “Don’t skate so fast! You can get hurt!”

“I won’t get hurt, mom. I promise.”

“You better not destroy your clothes.” She advised and then turned to her husband, who was holding onto the boards and basically looked like a statue. She couldn’t help but smile as she slid towards him and grabbed his hand. “Ready?”

“Chi-Chi, I don’t think I can do this and I don’t want to be a burden to you.”

“Don’t be silly, you can never be a burden to me.” She grabbed his other hand and slowly and carefully skated backwards, bringing him along. She also made sure to look into his black eyes the whole time. “How does it feel?”

“It isn’t hard than it seems.”

“I told you.” She grinned at him and one of her hands moved to his cheek. “I’m proud of you already.”

“Thanks. I have a good teacher.”

“Damn right, you do.” She reached up and kissed him briefly before resuming her task.

“Gohan, do you want to race me?” Goten passed by his older brother like a flash and almost caused him to fall.

“Didn’t you hear what mom just told you?” Gohan shouted. “She made sure you heard her loud and clear.”

“She didn’t say anything about not challenging you.” He came in his direction. “Why are you looking like a penguin?”

“I’m just being cautious.”

“Why?” The younger brother couldn’t hide his laughter. “You won’t get past the ground if you fall.”

“Yeah, Gohan.” Trunks stopped beside his best friend and placed his elbow over his shoulder. “You’ll just butt-fall on ice.”

“Just you wait until I get a hold on this.” He muttered under his breath and closed his hand into a fist while he watched them skate away laughing.

“I bet I can beat you, Trunks.” Goten said in a daring tone.

“Keep wishing.” Trunks replied with a smirk. “I’m older than you, which means I’m faster.”

“You being older doesn’t mean you’re gonna win. It’s about being faster.”

“Okay.” He stretched his hand with his palm up. “Wanna bet?”

“Yes.” The black haired boy said and shook hands with him. “Let’s go.”

Both boys started skating around as fast as they could, completely focused on winning their small race and not paying attention to their surroundings or other people in the rink.

“Goten!” Chi-Chi shouted angrily. “I already told you not to skate so fast or you’ll get hurt! Even worse, you can hurt other people!”

“I just need to win this race, mom. I promise I’ll stop afterwards.”

“Go…” She stopped talking when she felt Goku’s fingers tighten around her hand and looked at him.

“Let him race Trunks. They’re just having some fun.”

“But…” She bit her lower lip for a second and then smiled. “Okay, tonight is all about having fun. Come on, Goten! Win this race, you can do this!”

“Trunks, I believe in you! You will be the winner, come on!”

Chi-Chi gave her friend a death glare and then looked at the two boys. “Don’t let Trunks intimidate you, sweetheart. You’re stronger than him!”

“What are you saying?!” Bulma shouted. “Trunks is Vegeta’s son, which means he’s the strongest.”

“No, it doesn’t!” The brunette snapped. “The strongest man alive is Goku, and that means Goten is stronger than Trunks.”

“Repeat that if you have the guts!”

“Bulma!” Vegeta quickly held her back when she threatened to run towards her. “Let’s not cause a scene here.”

“But she’s…”

“Oh, you bet I do.” She hissed.

“Kakarott, hold your damn woman!”

“Sorry.” He gave an awkward laugh. “Chi-Chi, can we keep practicing.”

“Sure.” She grinned at him and immediately forgot about the fight. “Let’s go.”

“Do you want to go for a ride?” Bulma bent forward and looked at everyone having fun in the rink.

“Where’s Bulla?” Vegeta leaned on his seat and looked around, searching for their daughter.

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen her in a while. I’m gonna look for her.”

Just as Bulma was standing up, all the lights were turned off, except the one in the center of the rink. Seconds later, Bulla stepped into it.

“What’s going on?”

“I have no idea.”

A groovy song started playing and the girl began dancing like she was a pro. Bulma was so shocked that she covered her open mouth with her hand, while Vegeta could barely hold his proud smile.

“When did she learn all these moves?” She turned to him. “Did you know about this?”

“I’m just as clueless as you.”

“Has she been taking figure skating classes?”

“Not that I know of. But Bulla’s half-Saiyan, so she’s naturally gifted at anything she wants to do.”

“Look at you.” Bulma said with a light smile. “All proud of our daughter.”

“Of course. She’s our daughter.”

“She is the best.” She turned to look at her presentation again.

A little before the ending of the song, Bulla landed a triple Axel and surprised everyone. As soon as the lights began to dim, she bowed down and her family and friends started clapping and whistling with excitement.

“That’s my girl!” Bulma shouted and grinned when she approached her.

“Did you guys like my presentation?”

“Absolutely!” The woman threw her arms around her. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you!”

“Wow, sis!” Trunks joined her. “That was so cool! Where did you learn all of that?”

“That’s what we all want to know. So spill it, lady.”

“A good pro never reveals their secrets.”

“That’s true.”

“What?!” She looked at Vegeta with disbelief. “Aren’t you at least a bit curious to know about it?”

“The only thing that matters to me is that Bulla is the best figure skating athlete in the Earth.”

“You know something, don’t you?”

“I don’t know anything. I just think she deserves the world.”

“Right.” She was still suspicious about his answer and the way he changed the subject, but let it go for the time being.

“Papa, do you want to perform with me?”

“No, Bulla.” He managed to say, despite his face becoming bright red and Bulma’s suspicious look that he caught from the corner of his eyes. “I don’t even know how to do this.”

“Of course. Sometimes I forget not everyone can do this.”

“Well…” Vegeta stood up. “I guess we can go home now.”

“Not so fast, mister.” Bulma grabbed his arm and dragged him to the rink. “We still haven’t gone for a ride.”

“Okay, I think you’re ready to skate on your own.” Chi-Chi stated after she was sure Goku had gained confidence enough to do it a little faster.

“But Chi-Chi…”

“I believe in you.” She gave him a reassuring smile. “For someone who has fought several strong monsters, figure skating should be nothing.”

“It is a lot, trust me.”

“Hey, dad.” Gohan came up to them and placed his hand on his shoulder. “If there’s anyone who can do this, it’s you.”

“You’re right. I can do this.” He let go of his wife’s hand and she stepped away.

At first he moved very slow and looked like he was going to fall down, but then he gained confidence and began to increase his speed and have more balance.

It didn’t take him long to reach Gohan and put his arm around his shoulders. Goten joined them seconds later and Chi-Chi watched the most important men of her life with tears in her eyes.

****

A couple of hours later, both families decided to call it for the night and go back to their houses.

“I’m so damn tired.” Bulma confessed as she walked into Capsule Corp, stretching her arms above her head.

“Tonight was fun.”

“It was.” She looked at her daughter over her shoulder. “I’m still curious to know how and where did you learn to figure skating so well.”

“It’s just a natural talent I guess.” Bulla simply shrugged and didn’t give it much importance. “If you excuse me, I’m going to bed.”

“She’s too mysterious for my liking.” The older blue haired woman stated as she watched her walk away.

“There’s nothing to worry about. You’re overthinking this.” Vegeta headed to their bedroom right after.

**** Vegeta very carefully sneaked out of his bedroom and tiptoed down the hall towards Bulla’s bedroom in the middle of the night. He walked in and quickly went to wake her up.But, much to his surprise, she wasn’t exactly sleeping. She quickly pushed her blankets away and stood up, still wearing her figure skating outfit.

“For a moment I thought you weren’t going to come tonight.”

“Like I would drop our classes. I just needed to make sure your mother was deeply sleeping.”

“Alright. We better get going then, we won’t have enough time to practice tonight.”

“Wow, papa!” Bulla clapped her hands with excitement after he landed a perfect Lutz. “That was amazing! You have to teach me that one as well.”

“Of course. I can teach it after we’re done rehearsing.”

“Papa, why don’t you join a competition? I’m sure you’d win it.”

“Nah, I don’t want to make it harder for the other competitors. If I join, I’d certainly win.”

“Right.”

“But you should.”

“Maybe. I’m not sure.”

“What’s stopping you? You’re the daughter of the Prince of Saiyans, you shouldn’t be insecure about anything.”

“Papa, I don’t think you being a prince counts for anything in this situation.”

“It should. In all honesty though, you should try auditioning for the national team. You’d definitely earn a spot.”

“I’m not sure I want it. It’s a big responsibility.”

“Which you’d pull off effortlessly.”

“Maybe.” She paused for a moment. “We should go from the beginning one more time and then go back. We don’t want mama to find out we sneaked out in the middle of the night. She’d freak out.”

“Don’t worry, there’s no way she can know what we’re doing.” He went to the center of the place. “Ready?”

“I was born ready. Let’s go.”

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lips like angelina

fandom/pairing: you (2018), rhys montrose x joe goldberg

rating: explicit

tags: pwp, blow jobs, oral sex, joe in lipstick, anal sex, top rhys, bottom joe, Valentine's Day

word count: 4,432

summary: Rhys wants to celebrate V-Day with his beloved and proposes something new to spice things up (it works)

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53780056

“You want to do what to me?” Joe asks incredulously, pacing the apartment.

“It’s not a matter of ‘to you,’ Joe,” Rhys responds, rolling his head to the side. “It’s something I’d like to do with you.”

Joe puts his hand on his hip, the other coming up to scrub through his beard. His mouth is slightly agape as he stares at Rhys, showing off the gaps in his teeth. “I get that, Rhys, but you just asked me if you could put lipstick on me like that’s normal.”

Rhys shifts in his spot on the couch, giving up his reclined spot on the arm to sit straighter, though he keeps his arm stretched over the back. He waves a hand, beckoning Joe to him. “Sweetheart, how am I supposed to look at lips like those and not want to paint them red? You’re lucky I’m only suggesting we use lipstick.”

Joe deadpans him in response, looking vaguely horrified. Rhys chuckles, shaking his head, and pats the couch instead. Finally, Joe stops pacing and comes over, sitting next to Rhys with a sigh. Rhys cups the back of Joe’s neck with the hand that was slung over the back of the couch, turning to face Joe. His other comes to rest on Joe’s knee, caressing gently.

“It’s a special occasion, love. I figured you’d like something special,” Rhys says softly, tracing circles on Joe’s nape with his thumb. The other pinches his bridge between his fingers like he’s greatly vexed. He’s always had a flair for the dramatic.

“I get that, Rhys. And- and I appreciate it, I do,” Joe rushes out, working himself up. Rhys applies more pressure to his neck, and Joe takes a deep breath. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“Oh, love, I know that quite well. Up until, well, me,” Rhys chuckles, jostling Joe by the shoulder playfully, “you’ve had a fairly vanilla sex life. Except the whole failed swinging fiasco, of course,” Rhys adds with humor. Joe only groans.

“I’m not saying I’m opposed,” Joe admits, turning to look at Rhys, and for a moment, he’s awed by the other’s eyes, wide and deep brown, pleading. How he’d love to see him cry for him, to watch those eyes well up and glaze over. Joe’s voice forces him out of his fantasy. “You’d just… have to be in charge.”

Rhys smiles at that, eyes crinkling, and pats Joe’s knee. “Oh, Joe. When aren’t I?”

***

Despite knowing he’d gotten his way, Rhys hadn’t processed what he’d gotten Joe to agree to until he was holding the tube. The trip to the cosmetics store had been interesting, to say the least - Joe had opted not to come, which was just as well, really, because the number of clerks asking Rhys about his lucky lady would’ve sent him into shock. Rhys flips the lipstick in his hand, still capped, and reads the label: “Ruby Woo.” It was from MAC, apparently, not that Rhys knows anything about lipstick or any other kind of cosmetics. He’d only chosen it for the color, figuring the purplish undertone would suit Joe best. It’d stain nicely, too, he hopes. Joe stands in front of him in the bathroom, looking lost in thought as always. Rhys uncaps the lipstick, the popping jerking Joe back to the present.

“I’m actually letting you put makeup on me,” Joe says, disbelieving.

Rhys laughs and takes Joe’s face in his hand, gently angling him down slightly to get a good angle. “I’ll make it worth your time, darling. I promise. Now part your lips just a bit for me, dear - there we are.”

Rhys has, admittedly, never put lipstick on someone before. Still, he considers the staggering amount of time he’s spent tracing and memorizing Joe’s face a good foundation for learning. He has to rub the tip across Joe’s cupid’s bow a few times before the pigment spreads, but once it does, Rhys can’t help the grin that spreads across his face.

“Oh, it’s just lovely, Joe,” he murmurs, tracing the outline of Joe’s lips. The color suits his skin beautifully. Rhys can’t wait to smear it. “Open a bit wider for me.” Rhys neglects the corners of Joe’s mouth, covering the top and bottom lips and setting the lipstick aside on the vanity. He uses his little finger to smudge the color outwards, neatens the edges, then releases Joe’s face. He caps the lipstick and admires his handiwork. “You know, Joe, if the whole professor thing never works out, you could certainly work a corner.”

Joe’s nose wrinkles at the comment, his thumb instinctively coming up to touch his lips. Rhys tsks and bats his hand away, turning him instead to look at himself in the mirror. He wraps his arms around Joe’s waist, looking over the other’s shoulder to admire the view together. “Gorgeous.”

Joe huffs, his face pinkening. “It’s definitely lipstick.” Rhys only laughs and swats him on the ass playfully.

“You’re stunning. Now come on, off to the bedroom.”

Joe follows Rhys the few steps to Joe’s bedroom, socked feet padding across the hardwood. Rhys closes the door behind them and waves for Joe to sit on the bed, but the other only makes it two steps into the room before freezing.

“Rhys… you didn’t.”

Rhys looks up at Joe, grinning broadly, and gazes around the room. He’d prepared in advance, of course. He wasn’t about to let Valentine’s Day with Joe be anything less than unforgettable. Roses sit on the nightstands, and candles on the dresser, already lit. The curtains are drawn closed for privacy, bathing the room in warm light. He’d forgone the whole rose-petals-on-the-bed-bid, always having found it a bit ridiculous. Judging by the look on Joe’s face, the other doesn’t miss it. Rhys approaches Joe from behind, pressing himself flush to his back. He trails kisses from behind Joe’s ear and down his neck, nipping when he gets close to Joe’s collar.

“Of course, I did, darling. Did you really think I wouldn’t spoil you?” Rhys asks, sliding a hand around to rest on Joe’s chest. He can feel his heart hammering against his palm and his stuttering breathing.

“I didn’t consider the possibility.”

“Always consider the possibility with me, Joe. You know that, smart boy that you are.”

Joe turns around in Rhys’ embrace, ruby lips parted. His eyes are wide, dark lashes framing them beautifully. Rhys kisses his cheek, unwilling to ruin his makeup just yet. Joe sighs and tilts his head back, letting Rhys continue kissing down his neck. He cradles Joe’s head, his other hand pulling him in by the waist. Joe’s hands rest on his belt, sliding around to press against the small of his back.

“Get on the bed for me, sweetheart,” Rhys instructs softly, reluctantly releasing Joe. Joe steps back from him and falls back onto the bed more than sits, already working on his belt. “None of that. Let me do it all tonight, alright?” Rhys approaches the bed, thumbs tracing Joe’s cheekbones and gently scratching his beard. Joe gapes up at him with those fucking eyes of his, looking every part an innocent puppy. Rhys presses his thumb into the center of Joe’s lower lip, lifting a bit of makeup and smudging it on his cheek. Joe’s eyelashes brush against the rosiness as his eyes fall shut, leaning into Rhys’ touch. “Fuck, darling. When you look like that, I can’t help but want to break you.”

Joe’s eyes peer up at him again and parts his lips, pink tongue coming out to rest on his plush lower lip. Rhys groans and dips his thumb into Joe’s mouth, eyes fluttering as Joe sucks it in, immersing him in heat. He forces his eyes to stay open, gazing into Joe’s, watching the usual intelligent sharpness dull over. “There’s my good boy,” Rhys praises, petting through Joe’s curls. “You always need something in your mouth, hm, darling? Get so antsy when you’re empty, all snippy. What would the rest think if they found out you just need some fingers in your mouth to dumb you up?”

Joe’s eyes are the ones to flutter this time as he sucks Rhys’ thumb in deeper. His hands come up to hang onto Rhys’ belt loops, asking as best he can with a finger pressing into his tongue. Rhys takes his thumb away, and Joe sucks as it leaves, collecting the drool that had been pooling in his mouth before it can spill over. Rhys drags his thumb down Joe’s chin, smearing his makeup. “You want this, darling?” Rhys asks, unbuckling his belt.

Joe nods eagerly and clears his throat, batting his eyes. “Please, Rhys.”

“God, you are dangerous, aren’t you?” Rhys groans, palming himself through his boxers. “You know exactly how to get what you want.”

“You’re the one who’ll always give it to me,” Joe responds, resting his cheek on Rhys’ slacked thigh. Rhys chuckles and draws out his cock, smiling at how Joe immediately zeroes in on it.

“I can’t say no to you, beautiful. Now open up.” Joe’s lips part obscenely, that damned tongue poking out again to cover his lower teeth. Rhys feeds his cock into Joe’s mouth, one hand cradling his jaw and the other woven into his curls. He lets his head drop back for a moment, a scratchy groan escaping his throat, before looking back down at Joe, not wanting to miss the sight of him. He’s ethereal like this, lips stretched around his cock. He’s made impossibly more beautiful by the ruby streaking his face, making him look almost as debauched as Rhys feels. Rhys’ breath gets caught in his chest when Joe looks up at him, dark eyes piercing him, and he knows what he said is true. He truly could never say no to Joe.

“Fucking hell, Joe,” Rhys moans as he bumps the back of Joe’s throat. The other takes it beautifully, his eyes welling up but not spilling over. Rhys holds him there for a long moment, panting shallowly before he lets up. Joe pulls off him and almost moves to wipe his chin, then seems to remember the lipstick and drops his hand.

“Can we do this without pants?” Joe asks, voice scratchy. Rhys smiles and laughs, a bit hysterical hearing Joe’s humor just after having him speared on his cock.

“How about without anything?” Rhys responds, already shucking his pants. Joe sits still, watching him undress with rapt attention. Rhys leaves his boxers on as he pulls off his sweater, tossing it onto the armchair in the corner, then his undershirt. He removes his socks and, finally, his boxers, collecting his clothes in an unorderly pile. Joe is still staring up at him, leaning back on his elbows with his feet still on the ground. Rhys flashes him a sideways grin and leans down to untuck Joe’s button-down. He rucks it up and kisses the soft skin there, wrinkling his nose at the scratch of Joe’s happy trail. Joe cards his fingers through Rhys’ hair, sending a tremor down Rhys’ spine. Joe lifts his head to watch as Rhys unbuttons his shirt. He sits up to let Rhys shed him of it, then lifts his hips as his pants are tugged off, boxers bunched in them. Now naked, Joe shifts up the bed, laying his head on the pillows. Rhys lets himself be pulled by the hips to bracket Joe’s body, cocks sliding together as they kiss. Joe scratches his blunt nails down his back, and Rhys growls into the kiss, sinking his teeth threatening into Joe’s lip. Their faces are doubtlessly stained with red, and the thought only spurs on Rhys more, rocking his hips down more desperately.

“R-Rhys,” Joe stutters, arching his back into him, “let me get on top.”

Rhys obliges happily, flipping onto his back and manhandling Joe to flip with him. Joe lands on his knees with a soft oof and plants a hand on Rhys’ chest to rise up on his knees. Rhys swears at the sight of him, curls unruly and face smeared with lipstick. His eyes are half-lidded, and it’s somehow more sinful than the wide pleading eyes.

“You drive me fucking insane, sweetheart,” Rhys pants out as Joe kisses down his chest, then abs, then to his cock. Joe’s peers up at him as he licks a stripe up Rhys’ cock, and his mouth drops open. “Come on, Joe. Be a good boy and take it.”

Joe’s mouth drops open, and his tongue lolls out as he sinks down onto his elbows, back arched. Rhys gawks at the view and tangles his fingers into Joe’s hair. Joe sucks the head of his cock into his mouth, and he has to fight the urge to buck his hips into the slick warmth. Only the stain of lipstick remains on Joe’s lips, but it’s enough to make the situation all the more erotic. Ruby red lips stretched around his cock were something Rhys thought he gave up in pursuing a man - thank the lord he’d been wrong.

Joe sucks him in deeper, beginning to bob his head. Rhys swears under his breath, forcing his eyes not to roll back so he can watch Joe. His hand closes around what he can’t fit in his mouth, and his eyes flutter closed. Rhys keeps his hand on Joe’s head to steady himself more than anything, simply clinging on as pleasure courses through him.

“Joe, darling, you’re going to need to give that a rest if you want to get fucked tonight,” Rhys huffs out, far too close to finishing far too early. Joe swirls his tongue around the head a few more times, pressing into the frenulum on his way up for good measure, and then pops off completely. Joe swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, collecting the drool that had escaped, and looks up at Rhys for instruction. Fucking gorgeous.

“Come here, Joe,” Rhys orders breathlessly, pulling Joe into a crushing kiss once he’s climbed up his body. He rolls them over once again, trapping Joe beneath him. The other’s dark curls spread across the pillow like oil spilling, cheeks flushed, and Rhys wants nothing more than to make them darker. “Should’ve brought the lipstick in here with us, eh? It’s about gone now,” Rhys says, rubbing his thumb over Joe’s lips. Joe moves to suck his finger in greedily, and Rhys tuts and pulls it away. “Not yet, sweetheart. Just lie still for me.”

Rhys slinks down Joe’s body, spreading his thighs apart and settling comfortably between them. Joe lifts his head to watch him, eyebrows furrowing when he passes over his cock. Rhys smooths his hand over Joe’s stomach, bracing his forearm over his middle and hanging onto his hip, effectively seatbelting him. Maintaining eye contact, Rhys uses his free hand to lift Joe’s left leg, resting it on his shoulder. Joe’s lips part in realization, face flushing deeper. Rhys licks over Joe’s whole broadly, flattening his tongue as wide as it can go. Joe groans, brows drawing together, those lovely little gaps in his teeth showing again. Rhys licks again and again, then flattens his tongue over his hold and presses. Joe’s hips stutter, one hand tangling in his hair and the other in the comforter.

Rhys moans against him, letting his eyes slide shut as he spears his tongue, fucking into Joe. The answering moan has him rocking into the mattress, pressing his face impossibly further into Joe. He alternates between licks and penetration until his tongue aches. He switches to pressing his nose into Joe’s perineum until he’s able to go back to licking. A burn settles into his jaw, but he can’t stop with how Joe is tugging at his hair and writhing against his face, simultaneously dragging him closer and trying to push him away. He uses the arm across Joe’s stomach to haul him back onto his tongue, moaning into him as Joe finally gives in and starts grinding against his face. Rhys’ own dick is pulsing between his legs now, weeping against the mattress, but he can’t be bothered with how Joe’s moans are starting to pitch up and crack halfway through. He looks up at the other, eyes fluttering at the debauched look on Joe’s face. He’s flushed enough that Rhys can’t tell where the smudged lipstick ends, his mouth hanging open around a near-constant stream of unrestrained cries. He alternates between Rhys’ name and unintelligible begging until he devolves into a constant whining sound, signaling that he’s on the precipice.

Rhys finally pulls off and rests his head on Joe’s thigh, panting. He kisses the inside of Joe’s knee, it having clamped against his head, and caresses his side. Still breathless, he kisses Joe’s stomach, shamelessly sucking and biting marks into his pale skin, soothing the man beneath him. Joe’s clipped breaths are whiny as the leg on Rhys’ shoulder goes limp, leaving Joe splayed open on the bed.

“You are fucking incredible,” Rhys moans, surging up to kiss Joe’s neck and rub his face into his beard, trying to drown himself in the other. Joe clutches at Rhys’ back and swallows, presumably dry-mouthed.

“Fuck me, Rhys, please,” he begs pitifully, voice high and desperate. Rhys nods, kissing Joe as he leans over to the nightstand, grabbing the bottle of lube he’d deliberately left there. Tearing away from Joe’s kisses is an act of will, but he manages by reminding himself that soon he’ll be as close to him as two people can be. Rhys sits back on his haunches, still between Joe’s legs, and gazes lustily down at his prone body. The flush that spreads over his face has crept down his neck to his chest, and even his nipples are hardened and pinkened.

“Relax for me, sweetheart. I have you,” Rhys croons, slicking two fingers and tossing the bottle aside. He presses the pad of his middle finger against Joe’s hole, the other sucking in a breath, and it sinks in easily. Rhys moans at the sight and pumps it slowly, stroking Joe’s insides, almost obsessed with being part of him. He’s quickly able to add his index finger thanks to having tonguefucked the near life out of Joe before, all the while watching them disappear into Joe, who is back to clutching the pillow above his head and moaning around the lip he has trapped in his teeth. Joe’s hips roll down against his hand, drawing his fingers in deeper, and Rhys hooks them up. Joe gasps like he’s dying, hips bucking up and toes curling. Rhys forces him back against the bed, keeping a hand on him as he pumps his fingers into him more ruthlessly, spearing into his prostate to see him trash.

“Jesus, Rhys, just fuck me,” Joe demands, face contorted in shameless pleasure.

Rhys only nods dumbly, too engrossed in the man before him to put him in his place. This, spread out before him dripping, is his place. Rhys pats around on the bed until his hand closes around the lube, and he dribbles it into his palm. He has to bite down on his lip as he coats himself, fucking into his palm desperately. He slicks his fingers and coats Joe’s insides again just in case, never one to dislike messy sex. Rhys taps the sides of Joe’s thighs, and the other takes the hint, lifting his legs and resting them on Rhys’ shoulders. Rhys wraps his palms over the tops of Joe’s thighs, and the other gapes up at him, his chest heaving. Rhys hauls him back into him, dragging him down the bed a bit, and Joe yelps at being manhandled. Rhys doesn’t miss how his dick twitches against his hip.

“Ready, sweetheart?” Rhys asks, taking himself in his hand. He presses the head against Joe’s hole teasingly.

“Jesus fuck, yes, I’m ready,” Joe spits out, reaching his hands out to grip his thighs below Rhys’s hand, contorting himself to get as close to him as he can.

Rhys nods, a bead of sweat dripping off his nose, and presses forward. Joe’s head drops back, a deep moan reverberating from his chest as he’s filled. Rhys has to pause halfway in to collect himself, dangerously close to blowing. Finally, he sinks to the hilt inside Joe, hips pressed so tightly to Joe’s ass that the slight plushness there cushions out.

“Good fucking Christ, Joe,” Rhys huffs, voice cracking. He moves his hands to bracket around Joe’s head and drops forward, kissing the whining moans from Joe’s mouth. The shift forces him deeper into Joe, and he must hit something good because Joe bucks against him and grabs for his hair, tugging at it. Rhys moans at the pain, letting it ground him. He wraps a hand under Joe’s head and presses him further into the kiss, their sweat-slicked chests rubbing together. Joe whines at the added stimulation, and Rhys bows away from him the slightest bit. Joe rocks into Joe a couple times, not properly fucking him yet, still letting Joe adjust but too needy to stay still.

Joe, finally, nods, brushing their noses together. Rhys drops his head to rest on Joe’s shoulder as he draws his hips back, pressing back in slowly, both moaning brokenly. He fucks in again and again, rocking his hips into Joe, pace becoming increasingly frantic. Joe’s hands slide down to grip his ass, encouraging his thrusts. His legs fall open around Rhys, going limp under him as he’s fucked into the bed.

“You’re incredible, fucking hell,” Rhys bites out, slowing his thrusts down to slam in harder. It forces clipped, involuntary noises out of Joe, whose eyes are half-lidded but unseeing. Rhys drops to his elbow, cupping Joe’s face and kissing him hotly, pulling back and smiling when he finds Joe’s eyes trained back on him. “I love you.”

Joe’s face screws up, mouth open around desperate moans. “I love you too,” he whines, looking overwhelmed. Rhys rises back onto his knees, resuming the same position as before, using the vantage to fuck impossibly harder into Joe to the point that the other probably won’t be able to walk without a limp tomorrow. Sue him - it’s quite literally the point of the holiday. Joe reaches out and presses his hand to Rhys’ abs, tracing up his chest and gripping the nape of his neck. Rhys lets himself be tugged back down again, both unwilling to have any distance from the other. Joe’s shameless moaning in his ear only spurs Rhys on more as he cradles Joe’s face in his hands, breathing the other’s air. Joe clutches his forearm and back, pulling him into him like if they tried hard enough, they could become one. The heat that’s been pooling in his stomach tightens sharply, threatening to snap and release. Rhys’ thrusts stutter.

“I’m close,” he bites out, panting hotly against Joe’s neck. Joe nods, his beard scratching Rhys’ cheek, and embraces him closer. It limits his range of movement, so Rhys switches to grinding, making Joe’s legs draw up and trap him between his knees. Joe’s nails scratch down his back like little lines of fire, tearing a groan from Rhys. He reaches a hand between them and takes Joe’s cock into his hand, pumping him in time with his grinds, making Joe convulse beneath him.

“You first, darling,” Rhys pants, swirling his thumb around the head of Joe’s cock, already wet with precum. Joe moans shortly, almost sobs, and throws his head back.

“Fuck, Rhys!” He hiccups, back arching and legs clenching around Rhys’ hips as he tips over the edge. Cum spurts across Joe’s chest, glistening against the rosiness. Rhys pants desperately as he clings onto Joe, ears ringing as he’s clenched around like a vice. In the next moment, Joe sags against the bed, boneless and twitching as the last bits of cum drool from him, smearing across his lower belly.

“Good fucking boy, love. Jesus Christ, you are incredible. I can’t fucking believe I have you, oh my God,” Rhys’ voice cracks as he babbles and then breaks off into silence, his body seizing as he buries himself deep inside Joe. He moans shakily into Joe’s mouth, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure zings up his spine and then oozes through his body. Joe pets his flanks as his hips stutter until coming to a stop. Rhys slumps over Joe and carefully pulls out, shushing him and kissing his cheek when he groans. He lands on his back next to Joe, blinking up at the ceiling as he tries to catch his breath.

“I probably look like I gave a clown CPR,” Joe says suddenly, letting his head roll to face Rhys. It catches him entirely off-guard, not expecting Joe to be verbal yet, let alone have a sense of humor. He starts laughing, almost hysterical, and Joe joins him until they’re both shaking with it, almost delirious with bliss.

“Jesus Christ. A clown, really?” Rhys asks, sucking in breaths as he tries to quell his laughter.

Joe shrugs, turning over onto his side to face him. Rhys doesn’t miss the slight wince. “I don’t know! Not that I’ve ever done it. I blame you for fucking me stupid.”

Rhys smiles giddily and pulls Joe towards him, the other curling into his side, his head on his chest. “Clearly, I didn’t do it well enough if you’re talking about tonguefucking clowns.”

“I never said anything about tongue,” Joe mumbles against his chest, sounding sleepy. Rhys ruffles his hair.

“You’re right. My sincerest apologies for putting words in your mouth.” He trails his fingers over Joe’s back, tracing mindless patterns. “We do have to clean up, though.”

Joe huffs disagreeably. “Later.”

“It’ll dry, and then you’ll be whining about being caked in cum and lipstick.”

“Caked and dripping, thank you very much.” “Oi!” Rhys exclaims, shocked by his obscenity. “Since when do you talk like that?”

Joe shrugs, yawning. “The English are a bad influence.”

Rhys considers his point. “Probably. You sure you want to sleep and not just clean up?”

“I think the whole ‘covered in makeup and bodily fluids’ is very on point for the holiday.”

Rhys hums and keeps tracing patterns on Joe’s back, occasionally running his fingers through his hair, his head propped up on his other hand. He leans down to kiss Joe’s forehead, whose breathing has already slowed and evened out. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Joe.”

Joe mumbles and shifts, half-asleep already. He kisses Rhys’s chest. “Happy Valentine’s Day."

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coffeeorsomething-irl · 11 months

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Ch 8 of my Luke Skywalker x OC fic. First chapter and a brief explanation of wtf is this, here

It’s been a long time coming. Maybe the next one comes faster since I spent weeks being completely lost on this one...or, maybe not :/

Something possibly has changed with Tumblr’s editor since last I posted an update, for some of the spacing I wanted on this, I simply could not achieve. Hopefully this has not overly jarred my flow.

Credit to @saradika for creating the lightsaber dividers - thank you!

tagging @dailydragon08, @a-midwinter-night-dream-86

Afterbirth

When she opened her eyes, she was in her bed, and light, was streaming in through the curtains of her great windows. Comfort, suffused her form.

..Then as she blinked, and came more aware… She realized his absence, and abruptly ached.

He'd been holding her…. he'd exposed something, he had gently uncovered something painful and oozing in her, and then he'd held her, and spoken to her, in a way that had slowly sopped it up. -Something about that, was so special, like it was a form of magic. Special like his Force.

-She'd kissed him! He'd kissed her.. Finally. Thoroughly. It had been, the most enjoyable thing, she had ever experienced. And then he'd spoken to her, and held her like that, and she'd drifted off, into the universe's most comfortable glow.

And now he was gone.

She blinked in confusion at the ache, and shifted. The movement made her realize that she was still wearing her leathers. Only her feet, were unclad.

She sat up, and looked around. Her things were as she'd left them… her notebook, there upon her writing desk in the corner; the clothing, strewn over the chair and the doors of her leaf-carved wardrobe. The light was magnified by its passage through the weighted glass upon her desk, and shone in a bright circle cast over the papers there.

There was a note, and a strange object, on the table beside her bed. The object was roughly oblong, of silver and black; small enough to fit easily in her hand when she palmed it. The note was on her paper - and doubtless of her ink. She picked it up.

It read,

Ciri, Thank you, for spending your evening with me. ..I hesitate to write down, just what it meant to me. I'll have to tell you in person. As ever, I crave your companionship above all else. I hope the good outweighed the sad, from your perspective. …You fell asleep, and I didn't want to wake you. So I brought you back, and did my best to tuck you in; I hope you don't mind, and that you sleep alright. I'll find you, soon as I can.

I left you a comlink. It'll keep us connected. I'll show you how to use it, soon. Maybe tonight?

..I miss you. -Luke

She looked to the item nestled in her hand… the comlink. It was a bit different, to the one she'd seen him use before. And she thought back again, to what had happened, the night before.

She blushed, there alone in her bed, and raised her fingers to her mouth.. as though there might still be some evidence, lingering. But his saliva had long dried.

..And he'd told her…

He'd told her she wouldn't lose him, in outer space.

She looked again at the comlink.. hefted it, closed her hand around it… Laid herself back down in bed, and curled herself up around its promise.

..It was oddly hard to think he'd not go, now that she had reason to… though she'd so quietly longed for him not to, when she'd must needs believed that he would.

When she rose, she gathered a few things in her pack and went out to the woods, and spent the rest of the morning picking flowers for him.

As she passed under the darkened trees, she thought of him…reliving memories of him, again, in a whole new light, turning him over like a favored stone within her mind - And with each turn, he seemed all the more precious to her. She wanted to hold him, or speak to him, in just the right way, to express that.. but feared she wasn't large enough, or gifted in tongue, enough. Now and again, she’d seen a hopeful man present a lady of the court with flowers… she sought to mimic that gesture, though she didn’t know where their flowers typically came from.

..The palace grounds boasted many big, showy beds, carefully maintained and exotically sourced, of great beauty.

But it didn't seem right, to present him those cultivated blooms… Instead, she picked the little wildflowers, from the sunny clearings and inbetwixt the smaller trees. They were beautiful too; you just had to look a little closer to see it, since they were so small. The delicate pale blue points of the western meadowstar, the tiny complexity of the red pixie twizzler; and the little purple rory, whose mouth was dotted all about with yellow anther - all that, she found in just the first clearing she visited. In the next she found more.. And by the creek she found the stands of clover were flowering, and she carefully, carefully dug one out and urged the earth from its roots, and introduced it gently to her waterskin, which she had filled and was using as a sort of vase.

She thought of him as she worked, without even a trace of anxiety, for like to the first time… his smile, and his voice, and the gentleness of his hands' touch. His warmth, against her. And his words, and his taste. She looked forward to seeing him again… And that did give her a whole pit of nervous little butterflies, at last, and she really didn't know what she'd do or say.

After all, she'd kissed him last night. What did one do, after something like that?

She'd always kind of assumed she would die without doing such a thing. So thinking past it, was proving a little bit impossible.

…Well, hopefully it just didn't matter, is what she had to conclude. After all, she'd been nervous with him before, and in the end it hadn't mattered. So. ..She just hoped he'd like it. -The flowers, that is.

And she moved on, from spot to spot, through shade into sun, her selection slowly burgeoning. And when her arrangement was finished, she wandered.

Her steps led her to the gazebo…she hopped up on the railing with the flowers beside her, and settled in to wait.

The water gently lapped, leaves fluttered in an occasional breeze, and time passed beyond mind, as the dappling of the greenery upon the river's surface slowly shifted. The tranquility was effacing, and she vanished inside of it.

She heard the thud and creak of his boots on the wood, first, and came alert, with sudden surprise. What would she say? -What should she-

"Hey Ciri!" he exclaimed cheerfully, taking the steps up two at a time and swiftly crossing to her. ..Her mind was still racing when he suddenly materialized against her back, making her gasp, and cutting her thoughts short. Without hesitation, his arms had wrapped around her ribcage and pulled her securely to his torso. His cheek rubbed against her hair. "-How are you today, beautiful!"

His good cheer was infectious, and despite herself, she all the sudden laughed. "I'm good, Luke!"

The uncertainty she’d felt rise, at the imminent prospect of meeting him again, was dissolving in the sunshine of his bright mood.

He kissed her temple. "That's wonderful to hear!"

"-But Luke, wait..!" she gasped, recalling the skein of flowers, she still held. "There's something I… I made something, for you."

"..oh, Ciri.." he soughed, with plaintive curiosity.

He released his hug with a kiss pressed to her hair and stepped back, giving her space. She missed him, instantly.

But she turned round on the railing, and hopped down, his flowers carefully clutched in her hand. Her concoction was pretty, despite its short stature, dotted all over with reds and purples and blues, accented with delicate fungi she’d found bursting from the bark of a fallen tree, and with the clover providing a backdrop and tumbling down over her hand, and almost a halo of tiny silvery pleandrons waving in the air around it, stems left long… His eyes fallen to it, she watched as his cheeks began to bloom, with a delicate pink, that soon spread up his ears and out to the tip of his nose…and deepened to red, as she began to speak.

She hadn’t counted, on him being affected, so.

"L-Luke Skywalker," she announced - and he gulped, adorably. Unwilling to lose her momentum, she held the waterskin up to him. "I'm so grateful for everything you've done for me! Thank you.. and I appreciate you, so much!"

For a moment he simply gazed upon her offering, flushing fantastically. His eyes were soft, and when he blinked, she saw in the light reflected off their surface that they’d gone wet. ..What had she done?

"..Ciri Sturmgirten…" he murmured gently, and he delicately collected his present from her proffering grasp, "-These are beautiful..! Thank you.."

He carefully raised the flowers to his nose, and inhaled their scent. The sight of his reddened, softly lined cheeks and satin lips spangled with the tiny petals nearly stopped her heart.

He raised his eyes, and they shone – Nothing she'd given him could match their crystal blue.

"..No one's ever given me flowers, before, princess,” he said smiling. And she’d never seen a smile quite like that - happy, almost embarrassedly so, yet almost just the tiniest bit sad. “I don't know what to say.. I love them!"

Things were strange, inside her chest, thanks to those flowers.

"-Will you watch a holo with me?" he blurted out… and his manner was such that she began nodding her agreement immediately, though she hadn’t understood his question at all.

She laughed, at them both. "W-what's a holo, Luke?"

The look on his face was positively victorious. "It's a story people watch! And if you watch one with me, I am gonna hold you so close the entire time..!"

His naked enthusiasm turned her stomach to mush, and any residual tension she might've harbored swiftly followed suit. She would love, to be held by him. “Yes, please!” she chirped, and if she’d thought he was smiling a lot before… she reevaluated that assessment. “-Thank you, Ciri! C'mon..!”

He reached for her hand, and she gave it to him readily.

As they walked, he spoke not a word of holos, but immediately began asking after the bouquet's components.. wishing to know each flower's name, and something that she knew of it. She obliged him, and it seemed to please him greatly.. And his pleasure, made her insides sing.

As they drew closer, they began passing the grand palatial flower beds. The contrast between the delicate wildflowers he held in his hand, and the fist-sized, brilliantly colored roses, and tulips, and so forth that they passed, was something to which he seemed utterly oblivious - so much so, that she herself forgot to feel sheepish.

And presently, they were strolling down the halls on the way to the pantries - for she meant to collect him a proper vase, before any else.

Chatting, making each other laugh, and each with eyes primarily for the other…they did not notice until late, that they were not alone.

Luke was the first to glance up. "Majesty!" he exclaimed. -Ciri's head shot up too, hearing that title.

Her dad was there, surveying them from just a few feet away. They'd all come to a halt.

Luke greeted him with a polite bow, to which he inclined his head. She never bowed to her father. He looked directly at her as he greeted them, "Master Skywalker. Daughter… I had report you two were getting along."

Her hand was still in Luke's. She didn't know why, her father’s presence made her want to tighten her grip, and press herself to Luke's side.

"–Y-you heard correctly. We're friends. H-hey, dad."

It wasn’t a lie. She didn’t know how to tell him, the full truth. She was hardly sure how to state it to herself, concisely. Precisely…

“I see,” he remarked, “It’s unlike you, to take an interest in someone.. Surpassing strange..”

"Well, I'm very grateful to be an exception, Majesty," Luke stepped in to reply, with an easy smile, "Your daughter means a great deal to me."

“As you say..” he acknowledged. The look on the king’s face was inscrutable..

"-Luke's been showing me the Force!" she blurted, into the ensuing silence.

"Oh..? How do you mean?" And she could tell that his curiosity was genuinely piqued - not an easy feat, with her father.

"He can sense where the animals are… a-and he showed me h-how to.. meditate." -She’d realized, in time to stop herself, that her father might find it concerning to know of Luke's ability to eavesdrop on other minds.

"Well…you must enjoy that," her father allowed, referring to the animals she was sure. The interest in his tone waned quickly as it appeared that she was not, actually, learning how to use this strange ‘force’ magic.. just searching the woods for critters and sitting quietly.

"…I've been able to learn much, of the local flora and fauna, from her," Luke chimed in, "Ciri is quite educated on the topic."

She flushed. "..N-not formally," she stipulated.

“Self-educated,” Luke countered, glancing her way with a friendly smile, “All the more impressive. -Have you seen her work, Majesty?”

Her father had. He’d glanced it over, now and again. “Yes. Quality drawings,” he declared, “My daughter is a talented artist.”

“With respect, you may wish to look again someday, Majesty,” Luke suggested, “It is a compendium of the local wildlife, organized as a simple phylogeny.”

Her father laughed. “Truly? I didn't make much of it past a woodsy girl's sketch book,” he easily admitted.

"–I-It's just a hobby," she put in, embarrassed.

"Ciri, please..," Luke protested lightly with a squeeze of her hand, "don't undercut yourself. ..And after all, the origin of science is in rich men's hobbies.”

Her father inclined his head in acknowledgment of that. "Perhaps I had too quickly judged."

She swallowed, a little uncomfortably. Luke shot her an encouraging grin. "I have…t-tried to be accurate," she allowed.

"That, I had observed. …And what are you up to, now, daughter?" her father asked her.

“…g-g-Getting.. A vase,” she answered haltingly, feeling somehow exposed, and subconsciously nestling further into her companion’s side.

“..Did you pick those, Skywalker?” her dad asked, voice casual but, somehow, she felt, deceptively so.

“They’re a gift,” Luke corrected him happily, “from Ciri. Aren’t they beautiful?”

“..Hmm. I see. They have their charm.” He paused, seeming to consider his words. “…Do be kind to her, Skywalker,” he concluded, a light warning in his tone, and eyes fixed on Luke.

"-Luke's very kind!" she protested.

But Luke just replied, with an agreeable incline of his head, "Of course, Majesty. Your daughter's well-being is my top priority."

She looked up at Luke, a little confused. When he turned his eyes on her, they softened, and he smiled, tenderly. ..She hesitated, then returned it.

Her father nodded to himself, looking at them. "...Good, then. ..Well. Enjoy yourselves," he dismissed.

"Thank you, Majesty," Luke returned, with a short bow. She looked back to him, saying, "Bye, Dad," automatically.

"Evening, Ciri," he returned.

He did not commonly use her name.

..The king had already resumed walking. She glanced after him wonderingly, then turned back to Luke, who smiled at her sweetly, with full eyes… and then she grinned at him back, and knocked familiarly against him, and they were on their way again, too.

As they passed out of earshot, she asked him with uncertainty, "Luke..? What do you think that was about? ..He was acting… kinda weird."

He looked down at her with a smile. "Your dad's worried about you, princess, that's all."

She frowned. "..Worried? Why?" Surely her dad should merely be happy, to see her with someone.. With anyone, but especially with someone so respectable as ‘Master Skywalker’.

Luke seemed to be considering his response. "..He could tell how you feel about me, Ciri,” he said gently, at last, “..He was telling me not to play with your heart, when he told me to be kind.”

She felt herself flush. "O-oh…" she mouthed, a little weakly. Her heart wasn’t something she thought of, much.

..But, it was true, wasn’t it, and hadn’t she just brushed against the truth of it last night - that her heart had become rather inextricably involved, in their relationship. Is that why her father had been strange? Is that why she’d felt strange, in his presence?

She frowned again, with obstinance. "-How would he know, how I feel?" She barely saw her father anyway.

That made him laugh, lightly, and stop walking. He turned into her, leaving his flowers floating in the air beside them, and slipped his gloved hand gently onto her neck.. allowing his leathered thumb, to sedately stroke her jaw, as he gazed into her eyes, with his warmly brimming blues. The lopsided grin pulling at his lips was full of amused affection. She felt herself caught, suspended, within the sweetness of his attention… as though it were a veil, closing off the world.

Voice velvety soft, eyes earnest, he grazed, "..You were holding my hand, and pressing yourself up against my side, like I'm the one you're trusting to keep you safe…princess.."

Cheeks flaring and mouth slipping open, she gawked - unaware that particular impulse had been so legible, to others. She managed an edified, "-O-o-oh..!" that made his grin pull the wider.

"…I love your innocence, precious," he whispered, and leaned in till his lips softly pressed her forehead. Her heart fluttered.

“..Th-th-thanks..!” she tried, through her still-burgeoning embarrassment..flattered in spite of herself. And very happy, to be given that appellation by him, once again.

But as he drew back a little, letting his gloved hand fall, her disconcertment grew… It was agonizing, a bit, to have her feelings for him laid bare before a third party. Especially if that third party was her father, for some reason.

..He seemed to realize it, for he squeezed her hand, rubbed his forehead lightly against hers, and murmured, "It's Ok, Ciri.. you don't have to be embarrassed about this, princess. I thought it was adorable, and your father.. Well, even if he's worried, I know part of him is also just happy, to see you happy. …I know it makes you nervous, but I was glad for him to recognize it, because I hope it makes him think well of me."

…Of course, she wanted that too!

–And no matter the embarrassment, really, she supposed upon reflection. She made a small sound of acknowledgement, and gave him a nod, returning his hand's squeeze.

And in a moment she was able to proceed. “…s-so, it was…Good, then, you think?” she asked, of their just-past interaction.

He smiled at her, with such sweetness. “You know him better than I do, Ciri,” he reminded her gently, resuming their stroll. “-But, I think so.”

“-You do?” she asked hopefully, keeping pace by his side.

“Mm-hmm,” he mused optimistically, “…He said, ‘good, then’. -That sounds good, to me.”

“..Yeah…” Her voice betrayed a lingering unsurety.

“..Well, and plus, he’s already talked to me about you,” Luke disclosed.

"-Huh?" She blinked, taken rather aback. “What do you mean?”

He hesitated, the beginnings of a blush grazing his cheeks.

“He took me aside, a few weeks ago, and told me about his ‘reports’. …He wanted to know what I want with you. ..Then what I like, about you.. He was looking for some assurance, that I'm not ignobly inclined. I did my best to provide it. ..By the end I felt… he realizes, that we could be good, together.” His words had become almost hopefully soft by that last statement, as he glanced at her sidelong. Color had splashed across his face.

His voice firmed some as he concluded, “..Anyway, it's an odd situation for him, but I thought he's trying to accept it."

“…W-wh-what..” she stammered, “what did you tell him?” Her insides seemed to have drained of their density and then swollen, to prod uncomfortably at the boundary imposed by her skin. ..Thinking about Luke’s side of the conversation made her nearly need to have been a fly on that wall… while thinking about her father’s made her stomach shrivel, unaccountably.

"-Um," he began, then swallowed audibly, glancing down to his boots.

And didn’t resume his answer, for a surprisingly long time.

When she looked over at him, the timid uncertainty she found stamped across his pretty, hopelessly reddened face, brought her up short. He matched her halt, hardly seeming to notice.

-What on earth had he said? Even when embarrassed, he was forthcoming and remarkably composed. It made her chest hurt, to see him like that, and she almost entreated him to forget it, that it didn't matter so, no matter it might concern her or how she longed for the knowledge of it.

But before she could politely retract her question, he spoke. A tiny, earnest tremble disturbed his tone. “…I was very frank with him, Ciri. ….I’d rather not repeat, exactly, what I said to him, just now,” and he met her eyes.

There was something almost supplicant, in his… And, she thought, something hidden, behind. For some reason she was put in mind of a small creature shrinking from revelation, lest there be a flight… though she couldn't say whose, and that made no sense at all.

She swiftly nodded her acceptance. "Of course! -P-please.. Forgive my prying, Luke. I-it was between the two of you,” she affirmed, wishing to dispel his troubles. She smoothed her free hand over his that was occupied holding her other.

“Thank you,” he mouthed gratefully, squeezing her back, “..I appreciate it, Ciri. Sorry.. to be reticent.” He finished his apology with a small, sheepish grin.

Still curious, yet feeling now a bit guilty over her wish moments prior, she rubbed her thumb over his knuckles, assuringly. “..but of course..! I.. I could never begrudge you the privacy, Luke. But… um… -Are you ok?”

…His smile suddenly filled out, gorgeously. “Yeah, Ciri, I'm fine. Thank you.” …And he extricated his hand from her grasp and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her in tight, and resting his chin atop her hair. “Everything is fine,” he told her softly, “I’m very, very happy..” His fingers gently traced along her back. ..She noticed absently that the flowers she'd given him were floating in the air, by their side.

“Are you ok?" he checked, "..With your dad…?”

She thought, and nodded, and sighed, settling into the comfort of their physical contact. “Yeah, I'm… I’m glad you talked to him. E-even if, seeing him just now made me nervous… -Well, maybe especially, then.”

He nodded, too. And held onto her, as the moments slipped by.

“…Ciri..?” he asked, after a while.

“Mm?”

“-I am going to keep you safe,” he whispered.

Her breath caught in her throat, and she was so pleased, that she didn’t know what to do.

So she tightened their hug. “imagine telling me a thing like that! …w…Well, what about you?” she asked softly in reply.

She felt him rumble, with a quiet chuckle. His arms squeezed, and shifted…and relaxed. "..I'll be safe, with you!" he announced merrily, as he released her and stepped back. His grin was so innocently pleased.

She couldn’t help, but return his laugh. "Well I like your confidence," she assessed, as he swiftly dipped back in to kiss her temple, and they resumed their walk, all his cares seemingly melted away.

She took him to the pantries, and commandeered a vase - a little one, of crystal, with geometric patterns cut into its internal walls so that it nonetheless remained smooth to the touch. Then walked with him back to his rooms, where he transferred his bouquet, careful not to disrupt its arrangement or the roots. He placed the finished product proudly on the table beside his bed, with a smile, and her heart twinged, for it to be kept there, so close to him. He kissed her forehead, and thanked her for it sweetly once again.

Then he hunted up some equipment from his bags, and they left, for hers - for upon his query, she'd told him it was her preference.

And as they arrived, he slipped an arm about her waist, softly kissed her temple, and queried her further, asking lowly, “..Well, Ciri? Where do you wanna cuddle up?”

She blushed intensely, thinking of the spot she desired most, and almost chickened out… but mentally squared her shoulders, and wouldn't let herself do it. “Through here,” she said with a confidence she didn't fully feel, and led him back to her bedroom.

He followed. When she glanced back to him, he was blushing redly. She stood by her bed and pronounced, "H-here," gesturing to indicate it so that there could be no doubt.

Rosy cheeks notwithstanding, he couldn't contain the mischief in his smirk. "As my princess wishes," he murmured playfully, kissing her forehead - and promptly plopped down onto her duvet and began removing his boots.

That had been easy!

She followed suit, and set to building them a pillow mound, to lay against. -Next thing she knew, he was using it.

And soon, she was nestled between his legs, his broad chest warm at her back and his strong arms pulling her in securely against it. "Comfy?" he checked, and she nodded happily, an affirmative thrum sounding in her throat. "Mm-hmm!"

He chuckled, and gave her ear a familiar kiss. “Me, too. Super comfy.” Her heart squeezed, for him to be there, in a space that was so hers, and she was so glad that she’d been brave.

One of the objects he’d brought and left on the duvet, lifted into the air of its own accord. "Put out your hands," he suggested softly. She did as he asked, and he let the item come to rest within her grasp. It was nondescript in its exoticism - a mess of minor surface features she did not comprehend.

"It's a projector," he murmured, "-This is the front." The projector gently urged itself round into the correct orientation within her hands, making her smile. "It will project an image out the top…push the center button?" His voice vibrated quietly beside her ear. Both of his arms were wrapped snugly about her middle.

She pushed the button he indicated, and the unit flickered to life. A cube of light appeared in the air above it, just as he'd said. Streaked with dark lines, it was static, a pale blue-grey, and improbably 3d. She blinked at it. ..Then he showed her which controls adjusted the image’s size, and position. “We’ll optimize it in a moment..” he concluded. She nodded. She loved the way his voice felt, susurrating against the shell of her ear.

He sighed, breath flaring warmly against her skin, as he reluctantly released one arm from around her abdomen, squeezing her tighter with the other in compensation. She briefly closed her eyes and rubbed her head against his cheek, and felt him respond… Somehow, cuddling with him today was even more delicious than normal. She felt almost cocooned by him. Meanwhile the second device floated over and came to rest upon her thigh. It was wide, flat and smooth.

He touched its black surface with the fingers of his freed hand, and it kindled to life, with cold blue light. “This one’s my datapad,” he enlightened her, "it stores and processes information.. it can do a lot. Including access the HoloNet. And play our holo.”

“-What’s the Holonet?” she asked warmly.

“It's an intragalactic communications network," he answered, with a fond smile. His fingers were moving on the screen, as he spoke, the images displayed changing in response. "..It allows the exchange of data, over distance.. Through a system of satellites… Large amounts, audio, and visual… I don't use it much, except for messaging. But, that’s where we’re going to find this thing. -I’ll show it to you in more detail, if you’d like?” he paused, for her answer.

"mm. Later…"

"Of course." She felt his nose, and then his lips, buss her ear. "…I already picked out, what I wanna watch with you… I’m hoping it won't be too bewildering… and that you'll like it.. It is for children," he murmured in admittance.

She smiled. It was cute of him, to have chosen a children's story. She felt utterly surrounded by him, and so cared for. "Sounds perfect," she said.

He grinned, where she couldn't see. "Great."

Then he was showing her how to feed the datapad's output to the projector and adjust the size and position of the projection, and using the Force to position it down by their feet. Finally he set the datapad down beside them and started it up, rewrapping his arm around her with a kiss.

The block of greyish light in the air above them, was swiftly replaced by vibrant colors, which formed into an image and began to move, while an unfamiliar music issued from the projector's little speakers.

The holo he'd selected for them was funny, cute, and entertaining. The story structure was very simple, which was good, because the universe depicted was full of things that were totally novel to her, and his soft, low voice was in her ear frequently, explaining them. His explanations - and the picture she was starting to build, of the galaxy beyond the stars - were entrancing. Now and again, she asked questions.. at least once, purely from a desire to feel the velvety hum of his voice brush her skin, yet one more time. It made her shiver, in his embrace, and that made him follow up his words with sweet little kisses, his lips seeming merely to be the natural continuation of that hum.

By the time the story ended, happily with a family reunion, and the projected light filled with his people's strange crawling text, she thought that she knew both more and less about his world than she ever had.

"..well, my lovely princess? What did you think?"

She started laughing, quietly, in his embrace. "You know you're so special, Luke.. I love every moment that I'm with you." She rubbed herself back into him, indulgently, and felt his whole body tighten around her. "Thank you for teaching me about where you come from!"

"Ciri… you're sweet. I have never been this happy.." Amusement entered his voice, "-Was I that transparent?"

She laughed again. Probably somewhat more than half of the holo had played without his voice in her ear, explaining something. -To the point that at times she'd felt she was watching something educational, before a child's story. "Only a little!"

"..Then I'll have to be 10% more mysterious, in the future. Did you like the story, though? was it too childish.."

"It was fun. You're cute. -I don't know how to separate them. Yes, I liked it very much!"

That made him chuckle, and nuzzle into her ear, giving her a slightly wet kiss. "I'm very glad to hear that, sweet girl.. you are absolutely adorable.." And he nibbled lightly on her neck, just beneath her ear, making her laugh delightedly - which only encouraged him.

Once again, despite his heat and the solidity of his body all around her, she felt that she simply could not get close enough to him. ..It caused her a brief twinge of frustrated need, and then she was doing something about it.

She squirmed in his arms until she was sat atop him, straddling his hips and lain out upon his chest.. his hands had assisted her, unquestioningly. She supported herself with her forearm upon his collarbone, and let her other hand drift up to gently brush along his cheek. He smiled at her, fondly. "Hey there.. pretty girl.." his voice whispered. She felt his palm, smoothing up her back.

"hey," she answered him. "–Y-you know.. I think you're really pretty! W-when you blush.."

Her heart beat faster, to speak to him so, and the color kindled all across his cheeks. "thank you.. for saying so," he breathed shyly.

She delicately laid her palm flat against his reddened skin… and discovered it burning, with his blood. It made her smile.

"You're warm," she said.

Her observation caused his blush to intensify. "-I'm.." He seemed to hesitate, his tongue briefly appearing between his svelte, generous lips, his eyes closing… Then he deliberately nudged his cheek, into her hand, and fixed her with his gaze. "I'm putty, in your hands," he announced.

Those words made her lips come apart, made little sparks race down her torso and gather at the pit of her belly.

Blinking, she closed the small distance between her mouth and his, with a kiss.

…How, was he so soft?

And in a moment he was moving against her, too…moving slow and smooth like water.. tenderly meeting her affection, with his.

She let her tongue slip over his lip, before their next kiss, and he deepened it, in reply.

She felt his fingers enter her hair and run along her scalp, until he firmly held her skull in his palm. His tongue entered her mouth, and ran alongside hers. She whimpered, and it made him sigh. His arm had wrapped around her back to hold her and pull her up into him, while she clutched his clothing.

She tried to lick her tongue along his bottom lip and back into his mouth and missed, swathing down onto his chin instead. He laughed brightly.

Surprised, her chest tightening and cheeks flaring with embarrassment, she abruptly let him go. But as she drew breath to apologize, he reached out and licked her in return, boldly running his tongue from the point of her chin all the way up to the tip of her nose, as she sharply gasped… A gasp, which shortly turned into a giggle of delight. Laughter rumbled lowly through his chest, in reply.

She caught a brief glimpse of his furrowed brow, as he reclaimed her lips, kissing her harder and more deeply than before, suckling her lip strongly into his mouth and nearly crushing her to his body.. Nearly sucking her breath away.

He released her, after, so they both could draw down air. Her gaze seemed hazed over… and his, too. A hedonistic languor had come over his expression, softening his fine features like a veil.

Now, she reached up, to touch… delicately, his chin, its cleft, his soft lips, his smile lines… his skin was smooth… his breath softly exhaled against her fingertips, and his eyes fell shut.. and he swallowed, cartilage bobbing in his throat. He was beautiful. Beyond measure. The way he behaved only made it stronger.

She briefly brought her other hand up to her chin… and felt the lingering moisture of this beautiful man's saliva.

Then she let her hand travel down, the column of his throat.. careful to touch him utterly gently, here, over the cartilage of his airway. It was a piece of animalistic intimacy, in a way that kissing him wasn’t.

She let her fingers find his collar, and track along its middle till she could get her grip onto each panel of his tunic, and pull. The stays holding it came undone, and just like that she had exposed a triangle of his chest, and made him whimper with surprise.

They both blinked, as she eased her palm onto it, and felt his velvety skin… His fingers had clutched, strongly, into her clothing. He was glancing, from her face, down to her hand on his bared chest, and back. "is this.. Ok?" she whispered. He nodded swiftly, wordless.. so she slid her hand slowly along his sternum. She turned so her fingers brushed under the side of his tunic and up onto the gentle swell of his pectoral.. He watched her, dazedly, and gulped. Tiny catches were audible, now and again, as he breathed. The muscle was warm, and firm, and yielding, and dimly she thought that his responsiveness to her shy, inexperienced touch was the most exorbitant privilege she might receive.

"C-can I.." she started.

"–you may touch me howsoever you desire, Princess," he husked, before she could finish. Her eyes widened…for surely he couldn't mean that..

She felt as though her entire body was blushing, as she gripped more of his tunic and pulled it open, to expose his bare torso. His hold on her hips and the small of her back was tight, like an anchor. She could see his chest gently moving, in time to his quickened breath.. Carefully, she let her palms rest on his pectorals, and then delicately explored downwards…identifying the curving muscles' lower borders, and then passing over the shelf of his ribs, onto the softly sloping, mobile plain of his abdomen. He was slightly biting his lip with his eyes lidded, color blazoned across his face. She passed back up across the boundary from the other direction…arrested by the abrupt transition in the foundations beneath his skin, formed by his bones. Like the continental shelf of a landmass, bordered by the roving, roiling sea.

And presently, she moved to finish pulling apart his top, exposing his belly. And then, he was rising from the bed.. lifting her with him until they both were sat upright. His nose bumped into her cheek, and then his lips were on her, kissing her, softly insistent. He sucked her lip deep into his mouth and gave her his teeth. He made her whimper, and did it again, and again, and again.

Gradually, she let her fingers splay up into his thick hair and close, grasping a firm handful of his golden-brown strands… and letting that grip ground her, as he explored her mouth with his. A groan dragged out of him in response as she tugged him. It felt like she'd wanted to touch him like this forever. His mane was cool and silky-smooth, and everything she'd imagined it could be. His wet tongue dipped into her mouth. This amount of closeness with him was shocking…

When he released her, sucking in deep breath and looking half dazed, it was only to pull his tunic back off his shoulders. ..She realized he was trying to remove it for her, and watched his muscles rippling in speechless anticipation.

He got stuck while trying to shimmy the sleeves down off his arms, and struggled briefly before abruptly losing his balance and collapsing backwards onto the bed with his arms trapped underneath him.

She heard his laughter's clear tinkling ring out from the pillows, and couldn't help but join in. For him to be so clumsy, was nigh unprecedented.

Her mirth gradually settled, into an awareness of him. ..It was him. The man she'd wanted, who was too beautiful to hope for, and who'd been too kind to avoid. Now, somehow, he was half-naked in her bed, looking frankly like a god. Surely, this was more like unto a waking dream, than reality.

Her hand tentatively reached out, so that her fingertips brushed against the gently pitching surface of his belly. His breath left him, as he felt her touch, her palm sliding fully onto him and cupping the lightly rounded skin. He relaxed, back onto the duvet.. no longer even trying to free himself from his tangled shirt. His surrender was so sweet…like receiving trust. Her fingers teased around his belly button, which seemed to her surely the very center of his vulnerability, and a soft moan issued gently from his throat.

She bit her lip, everything about the situation converging onto her heart and squeezing it tight within her chest. Her hand rose almost subconsciously to cover her mouth, as the fingers she'd lain upon him stroked and felt his skin shiver…marveling, that this was hers to do.

Careful to touch him only lightly where he was so soft, she delicately explored the gentle topography of his stomach, tracing its rise and fall with each tremulous breath. He watched her through lidded eyes, and let her do it.

After a time, she bent over and kissed his skin, wetly, letting her tongue move against it and feeling it tremble underneath her splayed hands and hearing the sharp intake of air into his lungs. He was delectable. She did it again, and again, licking down his abdomen to his belly while he so quietly vocalized, and when she reached his belly button she couldn't stop herself from trying to suck the skin just beside up into her mouth, which pulled from him a soft, broken moan. "th-thank you, Highness," he offered her, plaintive and polite, as she released him.

Those words, his stutter, that tone - it did something, to her guts. Tied them up into a cute little bow, mayhap. She rose, running her hands up his body, and leaving a trail of small kisses, until she reached his head and found his mouth. Moving on instinct, she gave him a deep, messy kiss, carelessly smearing saliva onto his cheek and chin.

"-Thank you for what?" she asked, careful to hold herself up over him and not put extra weight onto him while his arms were caught beneath him.

His cheeks blossomed with embarrassment. "m-marking me," he breathed, delicate and shy.

"-Did I?" she said in surprise. ..Flushed and utterly beautiful, he nodded, "I'm sure.."

She sat up, on his pelvis, and looked. The spot she'd sucked on had filled in with pink. She raised her hand to her mouth. "-Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't realize I was.."

He frowned, and she felt his hips pitch underneath her as he struggled with the sleeves of his tunic.. then heard the fabric yank and snap, as he abruptly pulled it off his arms with the Force. Freed, he swiftly sat up and tugged off the glove covering his prosthetic hand, tossing it carelessly aside…then ran his hand into her hair, holding her jaw, and kissed her.

Thoughts of guilt over hurting him momentarily dissolved, in the urgent heat of his kiss. She returned the gesture… And for a time thought of nothing else, but his lips, and his tongue, and his teeth, clamping her gently.

When he eventually released her, and they shared tremulous breath, he bashfully corrected, "well, please don't- Please don't apologize… a-fter all, it makes me.. incontestably happy, to have you leave reminders of you, upon my body."

"..b-but, doesn't it..hurt?" she asked, a little miserably, despite how winning his behavior.

"..it'll bruise.." he admitted, "it doesn't hurt."

She was mortified, to think of that little spot on his sensitive belly turning colors as the blood she'd unwittingly released from his capillaries degraded under his skin. Despite his assurances, she looked at him with big eyes, in silent apology.

The corner of his pretty mouth curled into a grin. "shhh… sweet little princess.." He nudged his nose into hers, cutely. "so sensitive, my precious girl.. but it's alright. …you didn’t hurt me…" And he gently, gently kissed her.. as though she might be made of crystal, and shatter.

"b-but your pretty tummy.."

"aww.." he sighed, at her description, and snuffed with delight. "…please trust me, Ciri.." And he claimed her lips, with another soft kiss.

Blinking moisture from her eyes at how he made her feel – treasured, damnably – she nodded, her acknowledgement. "k… st-still… I'd rather.." she trailed off.

Then, she reached into her tresses and plucked a few strands. She twirled them together into one, and wordlessly tied them about his wrist, while he watched curiously. Their eyes met, when she was done.

His had cleared, to limpid blue. The wan light streaming in through her windows filled them up, and made them glow. …It was strange, how that despite his eyes were so brightly colored, yet sometimes they seemed so pale as to pick up and mirror whatever ambient light had wandered into them.

"..Well, so h-here's a reminder, that's not.. U-um, s-so bruising."

Eyes going wet, he slipped his arms about her and gathered her in, and resumed his soft kisses.

He leaned back onto the bed, carrying her down with him, being very careful with his mouth on hers; and soon after he rolled them over, onto their sides, and pulled her tight in against his chest, curling himself around her. "thank you, sweetheart," he whispered into her ear. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him, tight.

Time slipped along, but enclosed in the heady circle of his body, she barely noticed. …It felt so very different, hugging him like this. With his soft bare skin, everywhere underneath her hands. ..She touched every bit of it, sides and shoulders and back and chest, every bit of him that she could. He was miraculously smooth, and warm, and pliant. She loved feeling the structures of his bone and muscle as they shifted under his skin, like ghosts. She took time to divine their nature. She kissed him, leisurely, all over his mouth and face and neck, and he let her do it..let her, direct his head, however she wished it, and always kissed her back whenever he'd been left within range. His hands casually roamed her in return… remaining respectfully atop her clothing and away from her chest, but sumptuously squeezing her wherever they fell, nonetheless. Meanwhile the sun gently set, and the room's light lowered.

"…I was nervous, a little," she confessed to him quietly, later, gently stroking his face after having spent the entirety of the sun's remaining light caressing him to her heart's content.

He'd reached out with the Force as the room grew dark, to switch on her light. Now its warm glow bathed his skin in gold.

"…nervous about what?" he whispered back.

"...that things would be…," she searched for the right word. "…That I wouldn't know, h-how to be, with you."

He paused, considering. The cool fingers of his prosthetic lightly stroked her neck, and ear, and gently teased into her hair. His other arm was wrapped tightly around her, holding her against him.

"…you were worried about that, last night, too," he observed. "..yet, here we are…"

She smiled. Yes, here they were. "Looks like I'm doing alright," she agreed.

"Looks like you're doing great," he returned. "..I couldn't possibly complain.."

She grinned, pleased. Then lightly grimaced with embarrassment. "–I could have been doing this the whole time, huh?" she asked, a little ruefully.

His returning grin sparked crookedly with mischief. "Basically," he admitted.

"…But.. I have very much enjoyed, slowly growing closer, with you," he added softly, more serious, "-I wouldn't change a thing.."

For some reason, the comment filled her with appreciation.

"good… M-me too! ..e-even if it was a… little hard, at times."

His pretty face tightened in a wince. "-Well, except for that. ..I'd take your worries back, if I could, Ciri…"

She snuffed and shook her head, "no, don't worry about it. I really don't think that would be realistic."

His gaze flicked over her face, studying. After a while he mouthed, "...k."

A moment passed, as she pondered how the little lines of his cheek, limned in the light.

"..I suppose…" he added quietly, a small smile playing gently at his lips and deepening the lines, his eyes gone soft, "..I have kinda enjoyed some of those hard times… for myself."

She sniffed, and smiled nonplussed. "-what do you mean?"

His blue eyes watched her, as a blush stole into his cheeks. "…it's been a bit tantalizing… the way you've made me ache."

Her face reddened, in turn… to think of him aching, over her. "..o-oh.. Um, y-yeah um… I guess that has been rather nice. ..I hadn't really thought of it, l-like that, before.."

"…well I've spent kind of a long time, hoping to feel that way over someone, and not," he said wryly.

"I guess I'd…not. h-hoped.." she said quietly.

He tenderly thumbed her lower lip. "..We are so similar, in our difference.." he breathed.

She gazed into his eyes, captivated.

Then his mouth tweaked in another cute grin. "so… Are you still nervous?"

She gave him a shy grin back and shook her head, no. "n-not.. Right now, anyways.."

His grin broadened. "..Well, don't worry about it, princess," he teased, "-When I see you next I'll just give you a kiss, and hold you real tight, and you'll remember… what it felt like, right now."

She chuckled, bashfully. "T-thanks.. Good looking out."

"My pleasure," he said proudly, and her laughter deepened, making his smile blossom triumphantly.

He cupped her neck, and carefully silenced her, with a kiss.

“….what does it feel like?” he breathed, afterwards. "..my fake hand.."

“it feels good,” she breathed back simply. It made his face tinge pink again…

“…I mean, is it different? ..from my other. My real one.”

She nodded, against the smooth synthskin of his palm. “It’s cooler..”

“..Is it uncanny? Your skin feels so warm…”

She shook her head, careful not to dislodge him, then took hold of his wrist, and turned her face to rub into his palm. “No…Just different,” she said. And she kissed it, the way he’d kissed hers, the night before. She felt a shudder pass through him, and watched his thick lashes fall languidly closed. …He truly was a delight, to behold. She knew that he was incomparably strong, and yet he seemed so delicate, sometimes..

Teasing, she lathed her tongue wantonly across his prosthetic palm, wetting every fold. And watched, his lips part and breathing hitch. She gave him a nibble, at the base of a finger, and it made him laugh…which made her snicker, lightly.

-She realized that she wasn’t used to seeing him, in this temperature of light. She usually saw him in the bright light of the sun, or the failing shadows of dusk; but not in the yellow-orange manufactured glow of cozy indoor spaces after sundown. It made him seem…homey.

Actually, the entire room had never seemed so hospitable to her, before. And it was her room.

His eyes slitted open. The yellow had kindled them to sapphire. “..What are you thinking?” he asked her softly. The hand she’d just kissed lightly caressed her jaw, and brushed her bottom lip.

She blushed. “That it's nice having you here. …Um… you m-make my room feel cozy,” she confessed, soft as a breath.

He blushed back, color stealing richly into his skin, as he slowly blinked.

“I do?” he asked quietly, such a soft poignance in his voice that it seemed to run through and tug directly on her heart.

Silently, she nodded.

He smiled, to himself, with pleasure. "I don't know what to say… it's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me, Ciri.."

"oh," she emitted smally, "s-surely it's not.."

"..sweetheart.. But it is. …you know, it made me feel very, very special, when you wanted to cuddle here, with me."

That made a neat little fire kindle, within her belly, and invite her to warm herself at it. She smiled, and knew that it was dopey. "I… I’m very, very glad to have you here too, L-Luke."

His face split, sunnily, and his nose nudged hers. "I'm thrilled," he replied, before tenderly finding her lips, once again.

And when he released her, they spent a quiet moment just looking at each other, feeling peaceful.

“…so..” he breathed after a time, “while we're on the topic, of coziness…t-there’s something, that’s always seemed like it would probably be so cozy, to me...”

He was blushing, fiercely. His bashfulness, made her grin bare, with enjoyment. “oh, Luke.. you’re terribly cute,” she couldn’t restrain a happy little laugh, “what is it, pretty boy?”

She heard his breath softly flutter, at her teasing, and blushed, realizing what she’d just called him. Then she forgot to worry, because he was tightening his grip around her back, holding her jaw and gently, slowly licking over her lips and kissing her, with a humming sigh into her mouth, "..pr'tty girl.." She deepened and returned his kiss… And he took charge of her lip, and hung on to it, as he drew back, til it popped out of his mouth, wetly.

Then he said, smally, “…u-m, well… watch a horror holo with me?"

The contrast of that uncertain little request, with that kiss.. It was adorable. Still a little breathless, she couldn't stop from smiling appreciatively at him, “-what’s that?”

"..It's a holo, that's supposed to be scary," he whispered.

She was puzzled. “..Would a story really scare you, Luke? You’ve lived through… so many real things..”

She knew, that he'd seen terrible things. ..Done terrible things, even, when necessary.. Though for the life of her she couldn't imagine this sweet man, ever being angry, or violent, at all.

“..Um, the point is more, to scare you,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Me?”

He nodded. “…And then I squeeze you, and make you feel better,” he breathed. Her skin warmed, uncontrollably.

And she nodded, quietly.

The corner of his mouth tugged, gently up. “Yeah?” he confirmed, with sly pleasure.

“Y-yeah,” she agreed.

His face crinkled as it split, into a big happy smile that traveled all the way up into his eyes. “thank you, Ciri… It’s…," he broke into a sheepish laugh, "-it's something I used to hear about, back on Tattooine…but I never had anyone, I wished to comfort, just for fun.”

She felt her blush deepen. She’d rarely ever been comforted, before him. Now that he’d come into her life, it was becoming a matter of routine…and even, of entertainment? The reversal was stunning.

“It’s fun?” she asked innocently.

He nodded. “it’s fun..,” he confirmed.. then clarified, “-It’s fun when you’re not really that upset."

"...you'll need to not really let me get scared, then," she teased.

"sweetling, I won't," he promised somberly.

She blushed. She was acquiring terms of endearment faster than belief.

"…so, d-do you have… Something already picked out for this, too?" she asked, by way of recovery.

He shook his head, "Not for this… I thought we could look at teasers?"

She nodded, unquestioningly, and he smiled. "great…let's get ourselves resituated, shall we princess?"

..They had to untangle, a little, in order to sit up, again. She fixed their pillows, which had become strewn during their canoodling. Then he gathered her into his lap and kissed her neck, and picked up the datapad.

All that beautiful skin of his that she'd bravely exposed, was now at her back, where she quite disappointingly couldn't feel it. She dithered a moment, in her mind, while he navigated the Net.

When she gave his encircling forearm a tug, he easily released it. "J-just a moment… I'll be right back," she said, scooting off the bed. He hummed his acknowledgement, continuing his task.

She grabbed a couple of garments from where they were hung over the door of her wardrobe, and went into her bathroom to change. She emerged in a set of soft sleepclothes, thinner and much more comfortable than her leathers, which she tossed aside.

He beamed at her as she reclaimed her spot, between his legs, and he repositioned his arm around her, drawing her close up against him. "..better?" he asked her ear.

She agreed, "m-much better."

"I quite agree… You're much warmer, like this."

She blushed, and smiled with pleasure. "So are you."

"...I've got a few of these things, cued up… Let me know, if something catches your attention."

She nodded, and he switched off the lights and began playing teasers for her on the datapad…the name turned out to be fairly self-explanatory.

They were on an island, now, she felt, in the black. One built out of softness and their body heat, its edges defined by this strange little light that spilled onto their faces and hands but couldn't travel past. She wanted to hold something of his, so she slipped her arm over his leg and hooked his inner thigh. ..She'd never touched him there, before. It made her heart beat faster, to do it, and he didn't seem to mind at all.

"..I don't think I've felt anything succeeding on you yet," he murmured after a few.

"Um, I've been… a little more interested, than frightened," she admitted.

"Need to find something uninteresting… I get it," he mused playfully. "-Well we've barely scratched the surface."

They went through genres, until her stomach clenched and she realized that she was viewing more effective material. She was surprised that it was a supernatural teaser, they were watching. -Because she had always looked down on people who held such beliefs. But something about the unnaturalness of the imagery was potently unsettling to her.

When he noticed what it was doing to her to watch it, he grinned happily. "I think we may have found your kind of horror, princess." Then he leaned in to whisper into her ear, "I think it's kind of cute… that it's this that makes your heart pick up its pace… I know what you think of this sort of thing. Sweet little scientist."

She blushed. "A-atheist, you mean. ..I-I don't really understand it, myself," she said.

"Well, where I'm from most people I know are atheists. It doesn't seem to impair the genre's popularity at all. Let's look at some more of these," he said, and proceeded to select several more.

They ended up choosing a horror-thriller set in an isolated locale, undergirded by a sinister mystery and ghosts. He rerouted the image to the projector, and set it on the covers before them. She shifted in his lap, as it began, and rubbed against him contentedly as she felt his arms wrapping around her and snugging her in tight. He pressed his lips to the shell of her ear, and she put her arms over his, holding him back.

"..Ciri.." he whispered, before long, "may I..?" His hand had found the hem of her shirt, and one of his fingertips quested up underneath it.

Her stomach filled with anticipatory flutters. "Y-yes," she invited, "-P-please."

…And his hand snaked under the fabric, to cup her bare abdomen, in his palm.

..It was his real hand, and astonishingly warm. Against her will, she heard the breath whine quietly in her throat, as he deliberately rubbed his thumb along her stomach…alongside his ragged sigh, into her ear. "..what a cute little belly.." he whispered, lightly biting the lobe. And he gave her a gentle, yet assertive squeeze, eliciting a delicate whimper from her lips, which she promptly bit to restrain any future such utterances. Something had kindled in her innards, underneath his touch, and absolutely refused to go out.

This, surely, was the ultimate indulgence. She'd thought that touching him was nice.

"th-thank you, Luke.." she stuttered weakly, her skin aflame under his hand.

"-thank you," he breathed in return, with a frankly teasing kiss.

…And as the holo played, his constant touches and softly brushing lips made it quite difficult for her to become overly frightened, just as he'd promised. There was far less for him to explain, this time around, partly because of all the things he'd already gone over, and partly due to the limited scenery in play. But everytime something unfamiliar appeared in the projection, she would eagerly anticipate the hum of his soft voice in her ear. And this time, the kisses he placed on her ear and neck to follow up his explanations were very forward, indeed; full of tonguings, nips, and suckles.

Everytime the holo made her tense, anticipating a scare, he'd tighten his arms and stroke her with his fingers, and 'shhhh' soothingly into her ear. And when the tension broke, with a grotesque spirit popping from out of nowhere into close view, and making her try to escape backwards into his bare chest... he'd squeeze her tightly in, happily laughing - not bothering to conceal his enjoyment. His warmth penetrated the fabric of her shirt as though it were nothing, and he’d begin licking and nibbling her neck, by way of distraction, and she would relax back into him as the moment passed.

The final jump scare, cheesily marking the precise end of the tale, made both of them laugh as it faded into scrolling attributions.

"w-well, I hope taking care of me was as rewarding as you hoped it would be, Luke," she ventured with minor insecurity, as they calmed.

"It was much more rewarding than that," he said with self-satisfaction, and she couldn't help a pleased laugh. "-What about you? Worth it, being frightened for my amusement?"

She felt very silly, but she had to nod that it was. "Super worth it."

"Wonderful," he affirmed, "-Those kids on Tatooine knew what they were talking about, after all."

It made her snort. "You're a good deal more innocent, sometimes, than one might think.. yourself," she told him.

He chuckled. "I am? Well. -You make me feel like a farmboy, I can't help it. I love it.." his voice went soft, and he sucked on her earlobe, in recompense.

It made the breath leave her, messily. "y-you make me feel… like an entirely different person," she mumbled.

"..I hope that's a good thing.. What do you mean?"

She blinked through the haze of a blush.

"..Y-you make me feel like someone, w-wantable," she confessed. Someone, she had always known that she was not.

He paused, and she felt him swallow. "that's not someone different, Ciri," he declared. Then he flipped back on the friendly light, ending the holo's lingering spell, and shifted with preternatural ease out from under her, depositing her onto the bed…and swung himself over her, straddling her hips and supporting himself with an elbow above her head…pressing down onto her, enough to let her know he was there, without crushing her. She blinked, in surprise, looking up into his pretty blue eyes.

He dipped down, to kiss her, fervidly. His free hand cupped her face. She moaned into the kiss, helplessly. "You are who you are.." he mumbled against her lips, "..if you weren't, I wouldn't be attracted.." And put out his tongue, to use inside her mouth.

She briefly lost track of her surroundings, as all of her focus was consumed by him, and what he was doing, and doing it back.

"...You make it awful difficult for me to leave you alone in this bed, little princess.." he murmured finally. It had grown quite late, she was sure. His use of the diminutive made her tingle everywhere, underneath him.

"-y-you don't have, to do that," she couldn't help saying.

He bit his lip.

"..I think I do.." he replied at last, "..I don't wanna move too fast." She sighed. He laughed, and stopped her with a kiss. "..don't worry about it, Ciri. Ask me later. Everything's gonna work out."

"…well, at least let me walk you home," she suggested - then flushed at her use of the word. This wasn't his home. The truth was, she had no idea what place he might consider home, or where it might lie, with regard to her little planet. Did he ever get to spend much time there?

"mmm… I'd be honored," he said, giving her one last, searching kiss… and sat up.

She missed the weight of his torso, instantly.

"..Luke?" she asked.

"Ciri?"

"Where is your home?"

He hesitated.. then shrugged. "I'm not sure I know. I have rooms in the Imperial Palace on Coruscant. That's where Leia lives. ..But I feel more comfortable in my X-wing.. I'm used to being on the move, I suppose."

"...that's sad," she said softly.

He smiled at her, faintly rueful. "..I'm a sad man."

She swallowed, and sat up.. let her fingers run into his hair and pulled him down, and kissed him gently. And he whispered, "..you haven't noticed, cuz you've been keeping me so happy…thank you, Ciri…I'm in your debt.."

"posh," she protested. He smiled.

"..just promise I'm seeing you, tomorrow morning."

"you know you are.."

"..thank you, sweetling."

"you're very polite."

His face split, crookedly. "-That's my job!"

She smiled, and laughed. "..let me take you back, cute boy."

Eyes soft, he almost preened. Nodding, he scooted off of her, so she could move, and retrieved his boots… Then his tunic, and once she'd gotten her own boots on she stood, and handed him his glove.

Then something she'd forgotten, occurred to her. "-Oh, Luke, your comlink!" she blurted.

"..You mean your comlink," he corrected with a smile. "-Bring it, tomorrow. We can test it out. And your notebook.. I just know, you're gonna wanna take notes.." He finished pulling back on his glove. He'd put on his tunic, as well, but hadn't bothered closing it.

"k…," she trailed, momentarily distracted by the slitted flesh of his chest.

When she looked back up at him, he was lopsidedly smirking. She felt her cheeks heat.

He stood.

"-Y-your projector, and..," she mumbled, as he stepped in to kiss her.

"keep it," he mouthed, "..mess around with it, if you wish. I don't think you can break it." He gave her another wet, indulgent kiss.

She nodded. "o.. ok!"

It made him smile, again, the lines on his cheeks pulling taut. -He seemed to enjoy, what he was doing to her, she reflected. She laughed at herself, quietly, and took his hand.

..Soon they'd left her room, and made their way down the hallways to his. It felt odd, to be walking him, rather than the other way around… She kind of liked it. Though she didn't relish, the prospect of the return journey, alone.

She reflected that it was a journey he made, routinely, and wondered how he typically felt, along the way… but did not ask.

When they arrived at his door, she held up his hand to her lips, as he'd done so many times with hers, and delicately bussed his knuckles. Something flowered, in his eyes…Some poignancy. He stepped in closer and nuzzled in against her. "..thank you for my day, Ciri," he murmured gratefully, "thanks for watching silly holos with me, and inviting me to your bed, and for touching me.. And thank you for my flowers."

She shivered, hearing his thanks, and then his hands were on her… touching her waist, smoothing up her sides, pulling her in, and finally slipping round her back to anchor her against him.

She hugged him back, possessively, running her arms under the panels of his shirt, to feel the bare skin of his back one more time. "y-you're welcome, Luke.." she mumbled shyly.

"..you're gonna be ok?" he checked softly… then added, teasingly, "-You're not gonna have bad dreams, from that horror holo, are you?"

She laughed, "-no, I don't think so, Luke." And nodded, "..yeah, I'll be fine." And sighed, against his skin.

"..k."

"…what about you?"

He nodded. "..Me, too, Ciri."

And he kept hugging her, quietly, for minutes.

…Eventually she couldn't restrain a yawn.

He stirred, gently releasing her, with a rueful chuckle.

"Sorry to always do this.."

"always do what?"

"..keep you out past your bedtime, sweet princess," he answered, gently teasing.

She snorted. "Don't mention it."

-He kissed her, rather than mention more.

And when he let her go, he kept close to whisper a confession into her ear, "...I love, how it's so exhausting, to have every night I spend with you be the best night of my life."

She burned, quietly.. stunned. ..Meanwhile he was kissing her cheek, taking her hand, and pulling back.

"Good night, Ciri," he said gently, and gave her hand a squeeze, "..I'll see you tomorrow, princess."

She recovered herself in time to squeeze back, and return, "G-good night, Luke..! S-sleep well.."

He smiled, affectionately… And stepped back, into his door, which opened behind him on its own behalf.

..He winked, before the door's closing removed him from sight.

The walk back to her quarters was actually not near so long as she had expected… occupied, as she was, with what he'd just said. Was this what he'd meant, in his letter? What he hadn't wished, to commit to paper.. had he just obliquely committed it to her ear, instead, at the last?

The improbability of the sentiment, alone, was enough to make her blush.

Though it was very certainly true, the other way around.

#my writing #luke skywalker #luke skywalker x oc #luke skywalker fluff #luke skywalker fic

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xamassed · 2 years

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⟬ @sevenxvirtuesx ⟭

“i’m so sorry,” she started with, hurrying towards him. she stumbled, as clumsy as ever but was quick to right herself before stopping before mammon. or… stopping herself WITH mammon. hands up, on his chest, she tilted her head up to grin.

she remembered then she was being ‘apologetic’, and settled for a softer smile. “i am sorry. i wasn’t planning on being late. i promise to make it up to you. i’ll do anything.” aah, she maybe said that too hastily.

shaking that off, her brighter grin returned as she stretched up to plant a kiss to his cheek. “no excuses, but i was late because i was buying…” she paused for a moment, turning and rustling through her bag - hopefully it seemed like it was for dramatic effect. “for this!”

Ta-da! she held up the latest copy of mammons work, a magazine she really REALLY would never buy otherwise. but this photo shoot was rumoured to be pretty special. only PARTLY teasing, she flapped a hand by her face as if to cool off. “to think i am next to THE GREAT MAMMON. think i can get a signature on these rather… wonderful pictures of you~?”

He had told himself to be angry with her and make her regret forcing him to wait on her, but she made it annoyingly difficult to feel anything aside from immense relief and excitement when she finally stumbled into his open arms. Damn human and her stupid, cute smile. He wanted to kiss it right off her beautiful face, but he had an act to uphold.

“Ya don’t even know how sorry ya ought’a be!” He huffed and made to elaborate, but she had already begun explaining the reason for her tardiness. Whatever it was, he was sure he could hold onto his huffy pout a little longer. It couldn’t possibly excuse that she was fifteen minutes late to their date.

A brow arched, tempted by the offer.

“Anything, huh?” He could have demanded a kiss, an extra date, maybe have her buy him something nice to soothe the ‘ ache ’ in his chest. He was a hurting man, and she needed to make up for it like she claimed!

This time, both eyebrows rose. His curiosity got the better of him, his upper half leaning closer just as she gifted him a kiss. Inside his chest, his heart began to flutter wildly. The act he had tried to hold firmly to crumbled away. It didn’t fully dissolve, but her affection and his need to know what was inside the bag meant sacrificing his pout for now.

“It better be good.” He warned just as she pulled the magazine out. In an instant, he recognized the cover, his cunning smirk, toned abdomen and dark skin hard to mistake for another. In that same second, Mammon’s whole face warmed over, the sight of himself in nothing but tightly fitting briefs making him feel oddly nervous — not because he was self-conscious, but because she was the one holding the issue.

How did she know? He hadn’t told her about the shoot, and he sure as hell hadn’t told her about when the issue would be released. Mammon wasn’t aiming to be secretive with her, but he didn’t want to assume that she of all people would want to look at him while barely dressed. Most did, humans and demons alike, and he knew it, but she had never given him a hint that she was curious

“W—Wait, so. . . you’re late ‘cause ya wanted t’buy a magazine that’s got pictures of me in barely anythin’ at all? And ya want me t’sign it?” He had focused so intently on the cover that he didn’t notice her fanning herself until he looked up. Struck with a fresh wave of embarrassment ( and the most appealing tingle along his arms and spine ) he grabbed for the hand she fanned herself with.

“If ya wanted t’see me like that, all ya gotta do is ask. But since ya went outta your way t’get this and ask me in person t’sigh it, I guess I can do ya a small favor. Gotta pay me for it, though.” He pulled her closer, guided her hand until it was against the back of his neck and his arm would freely wrap around her waist. “That kiss ya gave me earlier was nice, but I want another one. Nah, not one. Ya want me t’sign this, so I think ya better make it twenty kisses. Or we skip the date and go back t’my room t’makeout a little. Your choice.”

#sevenxvirtuesx #「 ( mammon ; ic ) 」#「 v. ready to face THE mammon? ( mammon ; obey me ) 」#「 r. hold my hand and don’t let go ( mammon ; yuki ) 」#( these two - geeze )#( mammon's gonna tease her about it later )#( he WILL ask her if she looks at it when she's alone :3c )#( even if he's not there he wants to know her eyes are on him )

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hannahsmusings · 9 months

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Renee

*I shrug as she asked how I could know after one conversation* Isn’t that a thing? Like when you know you know, or whatever? Some sappy bullshit that girls read in Cosmo? *I take another long sip of my drink, shrugging again, not knowing exactly when I started yearning for a partner but it seemed to happen all so suddenly, one day I woke up and realized I wanted something more* I liked someone. Like, I actually liked her. I cared about her… I didn’t want our fling to end just because I was leaving. But she didn’t want that and she shacked up with some other rich woman and it just hurt. For the first time, my feelings were hurt and I was actually fucking sad. I was sad, Lindsey! I was like mourning or something, I don’t know… I tried to get over her by meeting other hot girls and it worked for the moment but there was just always something missing. I couldn’t get into it with them. I didn’t care about any of them but in a different way than usual… I didn’t want to share my bed with them or spoil them with nice dinners and expensive champagne. I want to do those things for one girl, the right girl. A girl who appreciates it and appreciates me. I just… want someone to love me for me. *I sigh, finishing off my drink, hating that I was admitting all of this but I knew Lindsey understood, she knew about my family and how I was always alone from a young age considering I was so open with my sexuality* *I glance up at her with wide eyes when she asks me if I wanted Jen’s number, my jaw dropping* You’d give it to me? You trust me with her? *I smile wide as Lindsey nods, throwing my arms around her neck, not expecting that she’d help me along in my quest for Jen* Lindsey, you’re the best. Yes, I’d love her number and I promise I won’t ‘ruin’ her romantically… though sexually, can’t promise that.

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*I was absolutely stunned, whirling around so i was properly facing you and putting my plate of cake down on the table beside me, my eyes wide and jaw falling open when you say ‘when you know, you know’, never ever imagining those words coming out of your mouth* Holy fucking shit. *mutters, you seeming so serious about this and it being mind blowing, you being my best friend in the whole entire world and I knew you’d had a shitty time recently with a girl but never imagining you’d want to settle down any time soon, my heart fit to burst with happiness for you as I immediately pull you into a hug, squeezing you tight and just holding you, you having had a pretty tough ride of it all and I was so happy you were opening yourself up to love again* Oh Renee, I’m so happy. You deserve all the love in the world. *whispers as I hug you, squeezing you again before pulling back as you ask about Jen’s number, my hands still on your shoulders and grinning as I nod at your question* Yes, I’ll give it to you. But be careful with her, she’ll need guiding and she’ll need to go slow. This is all new for her. *murmurs before slapping you playfully as you make the sexual joke* Oh lord, you don’t have to tell me. I’ve shared enough walls with you over the years. *teases with a laugh and a grin as I get my phone out and scroll through to find Jen’s number, texting it to you* Use it wisely. She’s special. *smiles, giving you a happy kiss on the cheek* Best birthday ever.

#renee plot

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babfabsfab · 2 years

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Suprêmes

Fictional lesbian lovers cut lemon into suprêmes for the Lemon Chicken Recipe and delete unwanted iPhone apps, organizing them into groups.

Summary:

Fictional lesbian lovers cut lemon into suprêmes for the Lemon Chicken Recipe and delete unwanted iPhone apps, organizing them into groups.

Text:

“Ugh! I could throw my phone into the pool!”

“Don’t do that. I just bought this special Vialone Nano rice for your favorite radicchio risotto. Come here, darling, what’s the matter?”

“I can never find anything and now I can’t update because I’ve run out of room.”

“Let me see your phone. You have all these apps wandering around. Do you even use them?”

“No, but I can never remember how to fix that.”

“Give me your phone a minute and I’ll show you.”

“O no. You’ll put Ethel Merman on my lock screen, again. Besides, you’re making dinner for everyone.”

“I promise I won’t add Ethel. Let me see… uhhhh. Okay, I know you don’t play this ‘Dykes in Dungeons with Drag Queens’ game. This is how you delete it – you hold your finger gently on the icon and the little menu will appear – pick ‘Remove App’ and confirm delete.

And to put the apps into groups, again, hold your finger gently on the icon – just wait – as I do when I rest my tongue on your baby-clit and I won’t let you come. When all the icons on the screen start squirming, you can drag one onto another similar app to create a group.

See, I drag your favorite game, ‘Is This Plug Too Big 4 My Butt?’ onto ‘Lesbian Scrabble’ and it makes a ‘Games’ group. Why don’t you clean up your screen while I finish suprêming this lemon.”

“What are you doing with that knife?”

“I’m cutting the flesh out of a lemon for my signature lemon chicken1 . You know I like it really tart.”

“Don’t you just squeeze the lemon with the reamer?”

“You think everything is better with a reamer. No. For this I cut the little filets from the lemon – suprêmes in French. It’s the same word for a chicken filet. I figured this out myself years ago and then I found out it was actually a thing.

You cut the ends off of a lemon, put it cut side down on the board and then cut all the rind, down to the flesh, off with downwards strokes. Flip the lemon upside down and cut off the rest of the rind.

Then hold the lemon in your hand and very carefully slice each left-hand section right next to the separation – go all the way around the lemon. Then turn the lemon around and slice the other sides. The suprêmes come out very easily or just peel them off the separations.

I ignore the seeds and take them out when I’m reducing the lemon in the pan.”

“Hmmm. That’s a lot of work but your lemon chicken is amazing. It must be the whole lemon that makes the difference. And I think you deserve a little prize for helping me with my phone.”

“Sweetie, I’d love that but people are arriving soon.”

“We have time, Patti and Trixie are always late. Seeing those suprêmes made me think of something else.”

“Diana Ross?”

“Uhn uh. Let’s move to the fainting couch. I’m sure you bought this lovely antique just for me.”

“Wait! My hands are all lemony.”

“Don’t worry you won’t need your hands. I’m glad you’re wearing drawstring pants. Ah. There you are – your suprême. Your big clit and inner labia look like the filet between the lemon separations. What was that iPhone tip about gently waiting for the apps to wiggle?.”

She wasn’t much for tech but she knew every hack for getting her lover to come when she wanted – early, middle, or late. Her lover’s inner lips already had that plummy purple color they got when she was aroused. They were like irregular flower petals or some kind of undersea flora, waiting for the current.

She love to start with the tip of her tongue at the opening of her vagina and more steadily up through the folds to the little bud. Her clit had a an extra softness to it that she couldn’t really describe but always found alluring. They didn’t have much time so she stayed on the path she knew would make short work of her climax.

From the vagina to the clit, slowly at first, then quickening. She felt the little ridges on the way each time. Her lover’s moans turned to tiny gasps, catching her breath each time the tongue reached her very sensitive clitoris. Her hips began to move up to meet the tongue – their favorite slow dance. She heard their friends pull up in the driveway outside and quickened her pace.

She focused her attention on the little bud in a relentless flicking rhythm, tempo presto, her musician’s training told her. Her lover responded immediately, involuntarily and tumbled over the peak with a burst of held breath, grabbing hair with her lemony hands.

“Damn, I’ve gotten your hair all schmutzy.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get the door. You try to wash that, ‘I’ve just been fucked’ look off or your face. You can take care of my suprême later.

Coming Soon:

Chapter 2: Making a roux and widgets on the iPhone home screen.

Notes:

1. BabFab’s Italian Lemon Chicken

I developed this method for classic Italian Lemon Veal / Chicken that I ate all over central and northern Italy. I like it tart - molto forte con limone. Serve with rice, penne rigate, or a side of mashed potatoes.

Serves 2

Ingredients:

2 Chicken tenders per person

1 Lemon per two (2) people

Flour for dredging

1 Stick Salted Butter - or unsalted if you prefer

1 Can Campbell’s Chicken Stock - or other if you prefer (about 1/4 cup per 4 tenders)

Method:

1 - Pound tenders or not. If they are pounded the cook more quickly but take up more room in the pan.

2 - Suprême the lemon retaining as much juice as possible, set aside in a small bowl.

2 - Dredge the tenders in flour

3 - Add enough butter to the pan on medium so that when melted, it creates a pool of about an 1/8th of an inch so that the chicken doesn’t stick.

4 - Sauté the tenders in a enough butter on just above medium until they’re slightly browned on both sides

5 - When just cooked, transfer tenders to foil (and wrap) or to a covered dish

6 - Add Suprêmes and their juice.

7 - Add chicken stock, about 1/4 cup per 2 tenders. Add more if you have a large pan or if the suprêmes aren’t floating

8 - Open the foil with the chicken and pour any juice into the pan, reseal the foil.

9 - Reduce the stock and the lemon, smashing up the lemon with the edge of a spatula or wooden spoon. Lower the heat incrementally as the sauce is reducing to avoid splitting. Don't rush this. It can take 5-10 minutes.

10 - When the reduction is syrupy, turn off the heat - completely.

11 - Add 3-4 Tablespoons of butter per 2 people or more if your pan is large. Stir the butter into the reduction with a wire whisk making sure to scrape all of the fond of the sides of the pan into the sauce.

12 - Return the chicken tenders to the pan and coat with the sauce. If the chicken is too cold, turn the heat on low, low and stir the chicken in the sauce till they come up to temp making sure not to split the sauce.

13 - Serve immediately with/over rice or pasta, or with mashed potatoes.

#Clitfun #Recipes #Italian Cuisine #Apple Tech

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volleychumps · 3 years

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Heyy! Can you do one where Osamu, kuroo, akaashi and Tsukishima, say something mean to their s/o and their s/o avoids them for days? When they finally get ahold of their s/o, their s/o just sorta cries because it hit their insecure spot? Fluff in the end🥺

Listen, I can’t not write this.

Irrevocable Words.

- the one in which they accidentally make you give them the silent treatment because of their lashing out. -

~ Osamu Miya, Kuroo Tetsurou, Akaashi Keiji, and Tsukishima Kei~

TW: Cursing, angst to fluff, timeskip! for Osamu,

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Osamu Miya

“Those are important files, ya know?”

“Samu, I’m sorry. You should’ve told me you needed last month’s earnings and I would’ve looked for them before we came this morning.” The hand you tried to settle onto Osamu’s bicep was shaken off as your movements faltered.

Your voice wobbled at the sight of your stoic fiance, an annoyed glint in his eye as he rummages through his files. Osamu felt a flare in his stomach, a lack of sleep contributing to his impatient state. The day had been a busy one, Osamu deciding that he needed this particular file for his business call tomorrow before the two of you headed home for the night.

“I told ya not to move anything back to the place.”

“I didn’t.” You bit the inside of your cheek. “Here, just let me help-”

“Don’t touch a goddamn thing, I’ll do it myself.” There it was. The lashing out that was bound to happen occurred with a pointed tongue as he refused to look at you, rummaging through his file cabinets. “As I do everything else.”

He closes the cabinet sharply. “The least ya could do is try your best not to be a nuisance-”

Osamu flinches at the slam of one of the office desk drawers, chest sinking when he sees the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. The paper he needed is thrown on the desk carelessly as you shove your jacket on, wetness slipping down your cheeks.

“And I’m not your goddamn secretary. I’m heading home first.”

“Y/N-”

“And don’t worry, I promise I’ll manage to do this by myself somehow.” Your voice cracks bitterly, the bell by the door jingling mockingly in Osamu’s ears as you exit, the chef hanging his head with a sigh and regret tinging his chest.

He was wrong to pray this would blow over, not expecting to wake without your warmth by his side. You avoided him on the way to the restaurant, cleaning quietly while giving vague answers to his questions, shifting out of his attempts to embrace you with apologies.

Deciding to give you space, he softly tells you to take the next few days off, unprepared for the tired look you had given him, simply nodding in response as you slipped into your side of the bed with your back turned to him.

“Where’s your pretty girlfriend?”

“Fiance.” Osamu forces a smile at his two elderly regulars two days later, the wife’s smile widening at his correction.

“Oho! Cherish each other while you youths still can, she really does brighten this place up, doesn’t she?”

You do.

Osamu’s eyes feel hot as he does a messy job of cleaning up the restaurant, closing up shop early and stopping by your favorite bakery to pick up the ridiculously expensive cake he only ever buys for your birthday.

Throwing the door open to your shared apartment hastily, you gasp at the gray-haired man’s sudden entry, dropping the spoon you were about to use to taste the dish you were making on the stove.

“Samu, y-you’re home early-”

“What’s all this?” He tries to steady his breaths at the sight of a nicely prepared table, something you hardly ever got to share ever since the night shifts overtook your lives and caused a rift between the two of you.

You’re silent for a second, looking away from his warm stare as you shift under his gaze.

“...I miss you.” Dark eyes widen when you begin to hiccup over your words, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. “But I didn’t wanna be a nusciance-”

“Oh god, darlin’ no.” You’re pulled tightly into his chest as you cry, whole body shaking with tremors as Osamu’s inner turmoil merely increases.

If Osamu could go back in time and punch himself he would, unknowing of the torment he caused you over the past few days, thinking you just needed space.

“I want to marry ya Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

“I love you so much Samu.” You sniffle into his chest, causing him to smile softly, a hand sifting through your hair to hold you tighter to him.

“I brought cake.”

You laugh through the onslaught of tears.

“And I made dinner.”

“Then what are we waitin’ for?”

“Just hold me like this for awhile?”

“Y/N.” He kisses the top of your head, finally feeling at ease with your figure in his arms. Osamu whispers a confession he hardly shared with you, wanting those words in particular to be special as he bridged the gap between the two of you.

“I love ya so much more, don’t you go forgettin’ it.”

Kuroo Tetsurou

“I said I was sorry!”

“Is sorry supposed to just fix everything, Tetsurou?”

“Tetsurou? Are you seriously withholding me from my nickname privileges?”

You cross your arms at his attempt to make you laugh, thoroughly angry with the mess your boyfriend made of things as his smile fades at your peeved stare.

“Look, what was I supposed to do?”

“How about not leaving my parents waiting for you at the restaurant that you invited them to for another one of your spontaneous volleyball practices?”

“I texted you I had to cancel!”

“That was a half hour before we were supposed to meet, Kuroo! They were so excited to meet you they got there early. God, why can’t you ever take things seriously?”

“You’re right.” A bitter chuckle slips Kuroo’s lips as you falter at the sudden tone change, the volleyball gym seeming bigger than ever as his next sentence makes your lips tremble.

“Since I can’t ever take things seriously, then I must not need my serious girlfriend then, right?” Your eyes widen. “I can just find somebody else who won’t fucking hound me all the time.”

His cat-like eyes widen as the words slip his tongue, unintentionally coming out crueler than he intended. To make it worse, you simply stayed silent, your body physically backing down and away from him as you turned on your heel.

“Wait, I didn’t-”

“Do it then.” His chest just about shatters as your shoulders tremble, refusing to turn back around as your voice takes on an uncharasterically defeated tone. “I hope they make you fucking happy.”

Kuroo runs a hand through his raven hair frustratedly at the way you rushed out of the gym, throwing a stray ball so hard at the wall before his vision becomes skewed with heat.

He should have expected the next week to be utter hell. You left class before he could catch you by escaping to the bathroom with all your things, leaving school another way instead of the exit you always took together before he had to start club activities.

“Kenma, what are you doing?”

“You can’t come in here.”

“I’m missing class for this. Let me through.”

“She doesn’t want to see you.” Kenma shrugged, eyes on his handheld. “I told her I’d watch the door so you can’t surprise her during our breaktime.”

“I’m her boyfriend. And you’re not her guarddog.”

“No, I’m her friend.” Kenma’s eyes narrow at his childhood friend. “And last time I checked, you’re on the search for someone who isn’t her.”

“So she told you.”

“Dick move, by the way.”

Kuroo’s calls go straight to voicemail, his emotions affecting his playing with each passing day. He leaves little notes in your shoe locker to meet him, heart sinking more and more with every time you stood him up.

And it wasn’t until he saw you smiling again at a joke Yaku made that he truly felt like he was losing you.

“Go home.”

The sight wasn’t one you were expecting to see, Kuroo sitting on the steps to your house with his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets, the dark bags under his eyes sparking worry within you.

“It’s probably better if my parents don’t see you-”

“I’m sorry.” His eyes seem to have lost a little of their glint, regret swimming in the tall boy’s pupils as your guard softens. “I’m so goddamn sorry I ran my mouth and said shit I didn’t even mean-”

“Tetsurou-”

“And I hurt you in the process. I hurt the one thing that matters to me the most, and I’m sitting here playing the creepy ex that stalks the girl he loves-”

“You love me?”

“Doesn’t matter, does it? You’re done with me, and I deserve it-”

He’s cut off with the sight of tears hitting the wood in front of him, lifting his head to see tears streaking down your cheeks. On instinct, he reaches out softly, rising to his feet to cup your cheek, astonished when you curl into his touch.

“I’m so fucking mad at you right now.”

“Noted.” Kuroo laughs somberly, a wave of emotion hitting him as you do something you hadn’t done in days.

You look him in the eye, tugging him closer by the sides of his jacket.

“But I love you too, you absolute idiot.”

Kuroo grins into the kiss you press onto his lips, heart lifting in weight as he pulls you closer.

“Does this mean we can go back to Tetsu?”

“I’m going back to ignoring you-”

“No.” Kuroo’s tone turns serious as he holds you a little tighter. “I can’t do that again.”

You smile as he presses a kiss to your temple lovingly.

“Being away from you was complete and utter hell, sweetheart.”

Akaashi Keiji

“Tell me how to make this right.”

“Right, Y/N.” Akaashi refused to meet your eyes as he loosens his school tie, not slowing his pace for you to catch up with as he throws the doors open to the volleyball club. The usually put-together setter had an angry glint in his eye that silenced his awaiting teammates. “Let’s just go back in time before you agreed to be his partner.”

“Hey hey, what’s going on you two?” Bokuto jogs up, his worried tone making your lips tremble even more at the sight of Akaashi’s turned back.

“I came to you as soon as he made a move! I didn’t let him-”

“There shouldn’t have been an opportunity for him to make a move in the first place.” Akaashi’s jaw clenched as you shuffle in place.

“I didn’t do anything wrong, you think I wanted him to try to kiss me?!” You fight the waver in your voice, standing your ground. “It was a project for class. I didn’t know his intentions-“

“I told you what his intentions were, but you never listen.” Akaashi turns hastily, startling you and causing you to stumble slightly backwards into Bokuto.

“Akaashi-“

“Stop defending her. She never listens to me, and then comes crying to me when it turns out I’m right.” Akaashi snips at his best friend, ignoring the silent stares from his quiet teammates. “Why can’t you get it through your head, Y/N? I’m not your goddamn babysitter-“

“You’re right.” You interrupt, fingernails biting into your palms as you choke back a sob. “You’re not, you’re my boyfriend. I just wanted to respect you by coming to you with something like this, but it turns out I’m just a hinderance.”

Akaashi falters for a second, blue eyes widening a fraction at the angry heat that fills your eyes as regret begins to bubble in his stomach at his harsh words.

“Y/N-“

“Give me some space, Keiji.” You say softly, patting Bokuto’s arm to let you through as your shoulders sink in a defeated manner. “I promise I won’t come crying to you about anything else.”

Your steps echo as you walk out of the gym, Konoha breaking the silence first when the door shuts behind you.

“Hate to say it, but that was well-deserved, man.”

Akaashi closes his eyes, head falling back towards the ceiling as he tries to steady his breathing, pretending like he wasn’t scared of you slipping through his fingers. He willed himself to not allow himself to chase after you, his anger directed towards you fading as he forces himself to respect your wishes.

It was obvious you were avoiding him. Akaashi had blinked when Bokuto had self-proclaimed that he needed you as his “study buddy” during breaks when you weren’t even in the same year as the owlish boy. It got worse when you seemed to panic when Akaashi willed you to talk to him, eyes refusing to meet his watery blue ones as you pushed him further away.

So he gave you your space, wilting with each passing day. It wasn’t until he accidentally bumped into you a week later, the setter turning hastily on his heel to walk in the opposite direction before a soft tug on the back of his school shirt wills him to stop.

“Keiji.” Your wobbly voice makes him turn back around immediately, a soft palm already cupping your cheek gently. “I’m s-”

“I’m sorry for being cruel.” The words are whispered against your forehead, Akaashi’s heartstrings tugging in the worst way possible. “I was angry at the situation, my love. And that sorry excuse you call a classmate. Please,”

His grip tightens just a little more as he feels wet warmth drip into the palm that was cupping your face.

“Forgive me.”

“I told you I wouldn’t come crying to you-”

“I want it all, Y/N.” Akaashi pulls back slightly, voice cracking slightly as blue stares intensely into your irises. “I want all of you. Tears included.”

You swat his chest playfully as Akaashi manages a soft smile, hand threaded through your hair as he presses you against his chest.

“Do you still need space?” He murmurs, and you smile at the sound of his hearbeat picking up as he awaited your answer fearfully.

“Nope. The exact opposite, please hold me?”

His embrace relaxes immediately, and your heart skips a beat at the sound of his relieved sigh, his slight nod making the weight lift off your chest.

“Good, now I can take care of your classmate-”

“Keiji-”

“Nope, my love.” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, Akaashi’s eyes swirling with devotion.

“No one gets to try anything with you so long as you’re safe with me.”

Tsukishima Kei

“So I’m the bad guy again.”

“Do you want the honest answer, Kei?” You exhaustedly run a hand through your hair as Tsukishima’s scowl deepens, his long legs easily catching up with you in stride as he tugs on your wrist as the rambunctious court gets further and further away.

“It’s not my fault you’re insecure.”

You flinch. “Well maybe you shouldn’t let the girls in the stands cling to you after your matches. They were all over you, Tsukki! And you didn’t seem to mind it one bit.”

“What?” Annoyance brims the blonde’s voice as he takes another step forward, clenching his jaw when he sees the quiver in your lip, distrust filling the atmosphere between the two of you.

“Afraid that they’re prettier or better than you’ll ever be?”

You feel as if the wind was knocked out of your lungs, breath catching in your throat at his insinuation. His guard slackens almost immediately, clicking his tongue before turning away, too proud to apologize for the words he regretted as soon as they slipped his tongue like venom.

“Yeah.” You laugh humorlessly, making brown eyes dart over to your expression immediately. “You’re 100% correct. I am afraid you’ll find someone better than me in all aspects. Because I love you, you absolute asshole. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

The silence that befalls the two of you in the deserted hall is broken when you flinch away when Tsukishima tries to take a step towards you.

“I didn’t-”

“You never mean to do anything, Kei.” You say in a hushed tone, turning your back on him in an attempt to shield the hot tears slipping down your cheeks. “But you somehow always manage to.”

The win for Karasuno didn’t mean much to the blonde that night, hoping that this would just go away and things would be back to normal. However, it was anything but. You didn’t look his way once in class, disappearing when it was over. Your voice trembled as you had avoided his seemingly stoic eyes through his frames, simply stating that you wished for some time away from him.

He was fine. Or at least pretending to be on the outside. In truth, he would never find better, because you were it for him, words that you would never catch slipping his mouth. So he put on a front, pretending that your absence had zero effect on him whatsoever. Pretending the brush of your body against him in the hall as you pass each other didn’t make the blonde want to cave.

It was the smile you shot at Hinata during one of your breaks that caused him to. The first glint in your eye in awhile, and it had been caused by him of all people, prompting the tall middle blocker to tug you by the forearm into the corridor.

“Tsukishima-”

“I hate this.”

You falter for a second, guard back up in a flash as your back touches the wall. “What did I do?”

“You didn’t do anything, and it’s pissing me off.”

“I don’t follow-”

“I was wrong.” His forehead touches your shoulder as you stiffen before relaxing against his familiar touch. “I don’t care how many times I have to apologize. You win, okay? I’m sorry.”

“This is a rather aggressive apology-”

“Y/N.” Tsukishima lifts his head so it’s level with your height, unprepared for the way tears brimmed your eyes at the proximity, your guard diminishing.

“What if you do find someone better one day, Tsukki?” Your voice cracks, inner fears trickling to the surface. “Do I need to prepare myself to lose you-?”

You gasp as Tsukishima’s jaw ticks before kissing you intensely, his hand touching your lower back to pull you closer.

“No. You don’t need to do something stupid like that.” His eyes were slightly glaring at you, a flush across both his cheeks. “Because there is no one better than you, okay?”

It was your turn for heat to flood your cheeks as your eyes widen a fraction, his breath tickling your ear as you stutter. “Kei-”

“I love you too. I said it, are you satisfied now?”

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