#( thank god for gravity ) kala.

[forbescaroline]

melissa’s very long list of favorite ships (in order of ship name) wolfgang bogdanow and kala dandekar. “i also know that if something were to happen to you- if i were no longer able to feel what i feel when- i know my life would no longer feel worth living.”

[holden-norgorov]

«The spiritual and the physical had been blended in us with a perfection that must remain incomprehensible to the matter-of-fact, crude, standard-brained youngsters of today. Long after her death I felt her thoughts floating through mine. Long before we met we had had the same dreams. We compared notes. We found strange affinities. The same June of the same year, a stray canary had fluttered into her house and mine, in two widely separated countries.» © Lolita; Vladimir Nabokov.

[bossyknow-it-all]

'#anti rajalagang' posts should be tagged '#pro kala dandekar's arc' instead

[fiftyeightminutes]

@thank-god-for-gravity tagged me on a prompt post by @kalawolfang:

“I need a fic where they (kalagang) actually spend their birthday together (with lots of fluff and smut)”

Note:  Sorry this took so long!  Life sorta got in the way of filling these prompts as quickly as I had been when I first got them, unfortunately.

This takes place in a Whispersless future again, but not my main fic universe because they haven’t defeated BPO by their birthday in that universe.

Also, this is really just shameless porn. ��You might wanna skip this one if that’s not your thing.

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The first thing Kala is aware of when she wakes up is an ache between her legs.  The second is Wolfgang spooning behind her, cock already half hard.  The third is that some of their clustermates in other time zones apparently started celebrating their birthday without them.  Still half-asleep, Kala feels Sun and her detective moving together in Seoul, Capheus and Zakia making love in the morning light of Nairobi, both Nomi and Lito staying up late with their partners in San Francisco and Los Angeles to do the same.

“Morning,” Wolfgang greets her with a small smile.

Kala groans.  “Couldn’t they have at least waited until we were all awake?” she jokes.

“Guess not,” he shrugs, then leans down to kiss her shoulder.

“We’re lucky Riley and Will aren’t up yet.”

“Want to give them something to wake up to?” Wolfgang teases.

Rolling over to face him, Kala gives Wolfgang a mischievous smile.  “Did you have something in mind?”

Wolfgang kisses her hard, pulling one of her legs over his hip to bring her closer.  She responds instantly.  Gasping into his mouth, Kala wraps her arms around him, running her nails across his bare back.  They kiss open mouthed, barely able to contain the heat they’ve received from the other members of their cluster.  When they finally pull back for air, Kala wears the same smile with a new flush on her cheeks.

“Does that work for you?” Wolfgang asks.

Giggling, Kala pushes his shoulder so he’s flat on his back.  “I can work with that,” she says, moving the leg lying on Wolfgang to the other side of his hip, bringing herself up to straddle him fully.

His hands skim up her legs, over the silk of her nightie to rest on her waist.  Elsewhere, Lito thrusts hard into Hernando, Capheus doing the same into Zakia.  Wolfgang and Kala’s bodies react, grinding against each other through the thin fabric of her underwear.  She’s already wet, and the damp silk creates a deliciously slick friction against his cock.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, Wolfgang flips them so Kala is now face-up on the bed.  Her legs now free, he takes the opportunity to slide her underwear off, tossing them over the side of the bed.  Wolfgang then grips her thighs, picking them up to rest them on his shoulders.  For a moment he just looks at her, taking in the beauty of her splayed before him.  Kala shivers in anticipation.

Then Wolfgang dives in, licking up Kala’s slit and sucking on her clit.  She gasps, grasping at the sheets for purchase.  Crossing her ankles behind his head, she pulls him closer.  He slips his hands under her ass, lifting her up to get access to her.  His tongue slides through her folds, swirling and teasing around her entrance.

“Wolfgang,” Kala sighs.  Her hips buck as he presses his tongue inside her.  They feel Amanita licking Nomi, shooting sparks through them both.  Wolfgang moves with the same pace, reveling in the sensation of Kala falling apart.  Her pleasure rolls through him, straight to his cock.

Writhing with each stroke of Wolfgang’s tongue, Kala draws closer to the edge.  Across the world, Sun reaches her orgasm, pulling Kala along with her.  It radiates from her core.  Her spine tingles, and Wolfgang rides the ghost of her climax with a moan against her clit.

Still shuddering, Kala pulls Wolfgang up for a kiss.  She tastes herself on his lips, drawing a groan from within her.  As he kisses her, Wolfgang’s hands slide beneath her night dress.  He lightly traces his way up her hips, deftly moving under the fabric until his palms rest on her breasts.  When he squeezes her nipples, Kala gasps.  Rather than keeping his attention there, though, Wolfgang grips the nightie and removes it over her head.  She whines at the momentary loss of contact.  Wolfgang chuckles, then makes up for it by bringing one of her nipples between his lips.

Her whining turns into breathy moans, and Kala reaches to grip Wolfgang’s cock.  She strokes him desperately.  He responds by sucking harder on her breast, tongue laving that nipple with affection while he teases the other with his fingertips.

“Wolfgang, please,” Kala keens.

“Please what?” he asks, looking up from her chest with a smirk.  They both know full well what she’s asking for, but he wants to hear her say it.

She blushes.  “Please, Wolfgang,” Kala says, “I want you inside me.”

Wolfgang gives her a quick kiss on the lips, then leans over to their bedside table drawer and grabs a condom.  Tearing the foil wrapper with his teeth, he frees the condom and rolls it down his length.  Kala takes the wrapper from him and tosses it to the floor in a rush.

“You made me say it and then take your time,” she jokingly huffs.

“I’m going, I’m going,” Wolfgang laughs, lining his cock up with her entrance. Her look of mock-frustration turns back to one of heated lust.  Slowly, he pushes inside of her.  Head falling back against the mattress, Kala gasps.  “Fuck, Kala,” Wolfgang groans.

Kala wraps her legs around his waist, keeping him close and giving her leverage to meet his thrusts.  They start out slow.  Methodical.  Just enjoying the steady friction.  Rather than going for speed, Wolfgang works on gradually pressing deeper into Kala.  With each stroke of their hips, he pushes a little further, until she has adjusted to his length and he’s fully sheathed inside her wet heat.  When he starts hitting that soft spot inside her on every thrust, sparks fly across both their vision.

Soon, the slow pace becomes teasing, almost torturous.  Kala reaches down to rub her clit, needing more.  “Faster, please, Wolfgang,” she begs.

Her need flowing through him, Wolfgang picks up his speed.  Matching each of his thrusts with her own, Kala hastens her fingers’ movements to match the new pace.  They moan in sync, minds overlapping completely.  As they lose themselves to their connection, the sensations from the rest of their cluster grow stronger, more tactile.

Shivers go down Wolfgang’s spine.  His thrusts become erratic, both of them moving closer to climax.  Kala presses hard on her clit, her walls clenching around Wolfgang’s cock, and they both come hard.  They move through it, hips rocking together until they’re both spent.

Still shaking slightly, Kala unwraps her legs from around Wolfgang and rests them on the bed.  A bit wobbly himself, Wolfgang slowly pulls out of her.  They are both oversensitive.  Kala gasps lightly as he moves, and Wolfgang suck air between his teeth.  He removes the condom, tying it off in a practice motion before tossing it into the trash can.  Once he’s done, Wolfgang collapses next to Kala on the bed.

“Happy birthday,” Kala laughs.

Wearing a tired grin, Wolfgang turns and gives her a quick kiss. “Happy birthday.”

[herostairss]

This is not about nudity, okay? This is about decency. It is about privacy.

[amanitacaplan]

If  I told you the whole truth... if  told you that you’re the last thought I have before I sleep... if I told you that you’re the first thought I have when I wake... if I told you how much I love you... would it have done any good?

[misty-reeyus]

[chiliconsharls]

[quote]

[fe-li-ci-ty-queen]

Hi.

[forbescaroline]

ultimate top ten ships meme → sense8 ships (as voted by my followers) #3. wolfgang/kala “I also know that if something were to happen to you- if I were no longer able to feel what I feel when- I know my life would no longer feel worth living.”

[ladyofglencairn]

Wolfgang, what if I don't want to be happy? What if I want something else? I know I shouldn't say this... I know it isn't right to even think it, but what if I'm only pretending to be a good person?

[holden-norgorov]

Do you ever stop and remind yourself that:

Wolfgang Bogdanow is a frequently-abused German man with trust issues and unresolved traumas, forced to conduct a dangerous lifestyle that he didn’t choose for himself but that he had to carry on only because he belongs to the most important crime family in Berlin, and that he is condemned to act and behave in a certain way all of his life to respect the mob hierarcy and not be killed by his own relatives? That he has always been taught to want certain things and fulfil certain expectations that people have on Bogdanows without being able to question them? That he was basically destined to take the place of his father and run the criminal businesses one day, with everything that come with it and without having a choice on the matter? Which means that he would have always been denied the opportunity to settle down and have a normal life with anyone because he was supposed to have duties and responsibilities in a sexist world where women were treated like garbage. And this plays a huge role on why he never let himself open up with any girl, because he didn’t want to involve them in his horrible everyday life. But as soon as he met Kala and fell in love with her, he didn’t think twice about telling both his aunt and his competitors to fuck off. He put his life at terrible risk and betrayed everything he knew and was just because of her and how she made him feel. He had obligations that prevented him from freely acting on his love for Kala and he rejected them putting his life and safety in danger. 

Kala Dandekar is a kind-hearted Indian woman who was oppressed by cultural indoctrination and society, forced to conduct a fake lifestyle of appearances that she didn’t choose for herself but that she had to carry on only because it was what was excepted from her, and that she is condemned to act and behave in a certain way all of her life to respect societal traditions and not be a disappointment to her family? That she has always been taught to want certain things and fulfill certain expectations that people have on Indian girls without being able to question them? That she was basically imposed by morality to enter an unwanted marriage with a man she didn’t love, with everything that came with it and sacrificing her real happiness? Which means that she would have always been denied the opportunity to prioritize her desires over others’ and find true love because she was supposed to have duties and responsibilities in a conservative world where women were psychologically pressured in being nice and pleasant in order to be apt to marriage. And this plays a huge role on why she never let herself open up with her family, because she didn’t want to be a shameful daughter. But as soon as she met Wolfgang and fell in love with him, she gained the courage to stand against this mentality and embrace her real feelings. She challenged her entire belief system and betrayed everything she knew and was just because of him and how he made her feel. She had obligations that prevented her from freely acting on her love for Wolfgang and she finally rejected them emancipating herself (yeah, I’m referring to the end of 2x11: the finale RUINED ALL THEIR TWO-SEASONAL SYMBOLISM for no reason so I’m not considering it). 

They are two sides of the same coin and share the most layered, poetic and epic love story ever. They are the ultimate star-crossed soulmates. Like Romeo and Juliet, but way more effective and global. 

[truthofherdreams]

I’ve never lied to you. But you haven’t told me the whole truth either. If I told you the whole truth...

[m-steraquasgf-restinpeace]

ngl i haven’t had time to watch s2 of sense8 yet but still i feel like a lot of ppl miss the point when it comes to kala and wolfgang’s relationship

like it’s not a simple case of kala being The Sweetheart(TM) to wolfgang’s Bad Boy(TM). it’s not a simple case of kala being the light to wolfgang’s dark

the point is that most other ppl SEE them that way. most ppl in kala’s life look at her and see the Good Daughter, the Good Wife, and that’s what kala TRIES to be. she tries to make rajan and her family happy by marrying rajan even though she doesn't love him. she tries to put her own happiness aside for that. and then you have wolfgang, a delinquent from a dynasty of criminals. ppl look at him and expect him to be the Bad Guy. they expect him to take over the family business. and wolfgang internalises those expectations

but kala’s line in the christmas special summarises it perfectly: “you have something good and beautiful hidden inside of you, just as i have something dark and wicked inside of me.” there’s a part of wolfgang that’s fiercely loyal and loving towards his friends, a part of him that wants to be a better person, and there’s also a part of kala that’s cunning and angry. and the reason they gravitate towards each other is that where others only see the Good Wife and the Bad Guy, wolfgang and kala see the whole person -- the good and the bad -- and love each other still. they allow each other to express the parts of themselves they usually repress

[fiftyeightminutes]

@thank-god-for-gravity prompted me via messenger:

“I wanna see how their connection is going to strengthen the first time they see and touch each other in the flesh.  I was talking about Kalagang of course, my OTP😍😍😍“

Sorry this took so long to write!  For some reason I couldn’t figure out the beginning and had to rewrite it a few times.  This takes place right after the cluster saves Wolfgang.  (TL;DR: My headcanon is that the cluster trades Whispers and Jonas for Wolfgang, but not all of them go to make the actual trade for safety reasons.)  I hope you enjoy this, dear!

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When they first bring Wolfgang back to the safe house, he tells Will that he doesn’t want Kala to see him.  (Wolfgang would prefer none of them see him like this, but it’s too late for that now.)  And the rest of the cluster gets it, they do.  They remember when it was Will with Whispers in his head.  They’re on blockers now, but they don’t need the psycellium connection to know what Wolfgang feels now.  When Whispers had found Kala through him, they’d felt all felt Wolfgang’s guilt, more painful than any of the torture.

It only lasts about a day, though.  Being on blockers now doesn’t mean the rest of the cluster hasn’t felt the pull between them.  Kala is heartbroken and scared, and after seeing how miserable both of them are being apart, Sun and Nomi take it upon themselves to fix things.  It takes some convincing.  (Nomi may call Wolfgang an idiot more than a few times.)  But eventually they convince him that no, what happened wasn’t his fault it was Whispers’, and no, Kala isn’t going to stop loving him because of something that wasn’t under his control.  (It doesn’t alleviate his guilt completely, but it’s enough to at least agree to see her.)

That night, Kala quietly enters Wolfgang’s room tentatively.  She’s moving slowly, turning to close the door behind her before she actually looks at Wolfgang.  He slowly raises himself to sitting.

And then Kala’s turning around and their eyes lock and that’s it – it’s over.  Wolfgang couldn’t have told her to leave even if he wanted to, and Kala knows she couldn’t go anywhere.  (He remembers their conversation about gravity, but the pull between them then was nothing compared to now.)  Before either of them knows what’s happening, Kala is rushing forward, wrapping her arms around him.  The soreness of his wounds melts at her touch.  Even through the blockers, neither of them have ever felt anything so intense.  Their skin touches, and it feels like sparks fly between the two of them.  They can tell that it’s muted, that without the blockers they would be feeling even more, but right now this is enough.

Slowly, Wolfgang lifts a hand to Kala’s face.  He feels the softness of her skin beneath him, and it’s more soothing than any painkiller he could take.  Kala’s eyes flutter closed, even this this small touch overwhelming.  Wolfgang’s eyes slip closed, too.  They just bask in this for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” Wolfgang finally whispers.

Kala opens her eyes.  “What for?”

His eyes are still closed, but he hasn’t moved his hand from her cheek.  “For doubting this.”

She’s not sure if the noise that comes out of her mouth is a laugh or a sob.  Rather than answering him, Kala leans forward and presses her lips to Wolfgang’s.  The kiss draws the breath out of them both.  Their movements go from slow and cautious to urgent, desperate.  Wounds be damned, Wolfgang pulls Kala close to him, nothing feeling like they are close enough.

“I love you,” Kala says when she finally pulls back to breathe.

Wolfgang doesn’t let her go far, still holding her against his bare chest.  “God, I love you.”

[amanitacaplan]

If  I told you the whole truth… if  told you that you’re the last thought I have before I sleep… if I told you that you’re the first thought I have when I wake… if I told you how much I love you… would it have done any good?