#*rubs greedy little lesbian hands together*

[v-tired-queer]

Fem Lance has joined the chat!

[beatrixstonehill2]

"Wait, did you just say you want me to detransition?" Abbie's eyes lit up, her five-inch cock stiffened in her hands, trying to hide it from her step father.

"Well, I've been talking to your mother a lot, and I know you've been living as a girl for god knows how long, since you were how old?"

"Pretty much all my life?"

"OK, so I doubt you know much about being a boy, and I understand your mother and I have only been dating a few months, but Abbie, come on. How long are you really trying to keep this up? You're just so clearly not a girl."

"Oh? Am I not? What makes me a boy?" She stuck out her fake tits, slightly rubbing her barely hidden cock.

"You ogle other girls every time we go out together."

"Duh, I'm a lesbian! Didn't mom tell you?"

"No, I mean you perv on them. What do they call it, the male gaze? You stare at their breasts, their asses, you eye up pregnant girls like crazy."

"Pregnant girls are hot!"

"Yeah but you stare and stare, you fondle your, uh, you-know-what, through your clothes. I've caught you touching your titties too when you perv on girls."

"So? I'm just really horny is all....."

"And you make lewd remarks, talking about how badly you want to see other girls naked or touch them. You straight up mumble about how you wish your, uh....."

"My cock, Daddy?"

"Not really comfortable with you calling me that yet but yeah. Your..... cock. You mumble about how you wish it was big enough to get girls pregnant. Or if they're already pregnant I've heard you comment that you wish it was big enough to break their water. You also talk about sexually assaulting girls a lot."

"That makes me a boy?"

"Sure as shit don't make you a girl, dude. You talk about how you wish you could grab this girl's breasts or touch that girl's ass, or smack some poor pregnant girl's belly! It's kind of messed up. Every time we go out you point out every hot college girl and talk about, well, basically ripping off their clothes and having your way with them."

"So? Just trying some father-son bonding is all."

"See, you said 'son', not daughter!"

Abbie giggled, jiggling her fake tits. "Oops, slip of the tongue! So because I want to grab pretty girls' breasts and smack their gorgeous baby-filled bellies you think it's a good idea I should stop being a girl and be pumped full of testosterone? Gosh, I don't know what I'd be capable of after that....."

"And I can help walk you through your urges as a man. But you need to cut this girly crap out and stop taking estrogen right away. I've convinced your mom to call your doctor and have you put on testosterone?"

"Is that why you barged into the restroom? To force me to detrans? Mmmmm, kinky." She bit her lip.

"You are such a perv, I'm glad I've finally made your mama see the light. And I didn't barge in, you left the door cracked as you sat on the toilet naked watching pornography on your phone so loud I can hear it downstairs. You already had cum on your hands when I walked in, so you came, and just kept tugging on that little cock of yours?"

"Of course! I need to cum at least four times in a row or else I'm not satisfied! I am sorta greedy..... But is it wise to make a pervy masturbation addict like me into a boy? The local girls are about to forget what it's like not to be pregnant...."

"Jesus. You don't even try to hide what a guy you are, not that you pass very well. Your mom even told me you can do a perfect girl voice but you watched trans porn stars to learn how to sound like a boy poorly imitating a girl's voice. You really don't even pretend to want to pass or be a girl."

She bit her lip. "Do you.... really think I look and sound like a man? I don't pass as a girl at all, do I?"

"No, not one bit, I don't think anyone could mistake you for a girl, you---oh Christ, Abbie."

Abbie rolled back her eyes, moaning in a fake 'male' voice fondling her cock, shooting a few loads into her hands. She licked up the cum off her hands right in front of him, letting go of her cock. "Mmmmm, delicious. That's cum number four, but I'm still not satisfied. Wanna punish me for being bad?" Abbie spun around, spreading her ass cheeks. "Show me you're the man of the house and make me regret pretending to be a girl all these years. Fuck me, Daddy."

"I'm not going...... oh shit, your mama won't be home til dinner." He undid his belt, pulling down his pants.

Abbie gasped at his ten-inch cock, fully erect. "Wow! No wonder my mom like you. No wonder she's agreed to detrans me after only a couple months..... I'd worship that cock, too, if I was her. Please, Daddy! Please fuck me! Make me beg for forgiveness for pretending to be a girl!"

He rammed his cock into Abbie's ass, grabbing her tits. "Goddamn you're a total freak. I can't wait to pay to have these disgusting porn boobs removed. You look ridiculous. Is this supposed to convince people you're a girl?" He slapped on of her breasts hard.

Abbie yelped in pleasure. "No..... I'm just a pervy boy who loves big tits. They don't change how obvious it is that I'm male. Nothing can! I can't wait to detrans and get a big cock like you, Daddy! Mmmmm, I'm going to make you proud and force fuck so many girls! I can't wait to finally live my fantasies and be a real man at long last! Yes! Fuck me harder!"

"God you're such a sexy little mess, I can't wait to see you go through male puberty and watch every girly thing about you vanish into thin air. Not that anyone had trouble telling you were a boy before. It's just so obvious you aren't a girl."

"Fuck yes! Fuck-fuck-fuck! Thank you for convincing mom to detrans me! This is a dream come true! Fuck! I can't wait to be the biggest perv and scumbag imaginable. I promise to work out and get extra strong so no girl can possibly get me off them! Finally! I'll be able to get all the pussy I want, grab all the big jiggly titties, spank all their fat bubbly asses, and beat up their baby-filled bellies and pretty faces!"

"Good boy, now whimper like a dumb little princess in your girl voice one more time, just so I can destroy this girly bubble butt of yours."

"Yes! Please violate me, ruin my holes! Cum in my ass and do whatever you want to me!" Abbie moaned in her perfect girl voice, drooling from the mind-numbing pleasure of getting fucked, cumming over and over, and picturing the man she'll be in only a few short months.....

[v3nusxsky]

I love your writing..🫶🏻 May I request a dom Reader/sub Larissa smut? I’m craving for it haha…sub Larissa just hits different tbh. Something like Larissa discovers this side of her the first time after Reader sort of “overpowers” her during a heated argument in her office and Larissa hates to admit but she likes it immensely..which eventually turns into a heated shameless smutty smut. The plot idea is just a suggestion so it’s totally up to you, so if you have a better idea that’s totally fine😇 Thank you!🫶🏻

Tempers like a flame 18+

*Authors note~ more sub Larissa content for y'all*

Trigger warnings~ sub l dom r reader is able to use magic and often prefers magically shifting their anatomy downstairs to a dick cockwarming edging mommy kink l daddy kink r

Prompt~ see ask^^

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Larissa had been teasing you all day, she knew just what to say and do to get your not so little friend to stand to attention. When you first told her you were able to change your body parts by magic and that you preferred to have male anatomy downstairs ever once in a while, you were terrified, after all Larissa Weems screamed lesbian. But turns out Larissa loved that special quality about you. Larissa soon mapped all all the ways she could tease you to her memory which meant a lot of painful predicaments for you when in public and at the other end of her teasing.

Today was no different, Larissa had been teasing you all damn day. Honestly, you were not even sure your dick could get any harder at this point, the bulge becoming hard to hide. You wanted your love on it and that's exactly what you'd get you just had to be creative about it. Picking a silly argument would get Larissa to your shared bedroom, your lover never one to back down especially if she thought she's right, that small fact would become extremely useful.

As soon as she entered her words began to spiral, you let her rant a little before shutting her up with your lips on hers, teeth and tongues clashing together in a desperate needy effort to claim one another as her hand slipped to your noticeable bulge. "Daddy, do you need me?" She teased messing the the fly of your trousers. "Oh mommy more than you know, you caused this and your gonna fix it. Now I have work to do so you're gonna come and sit on daddy's big thick cock, warm it up real good"you demanded tugging her over to the desk before freezing your member from its restraints. "O daddy your huge" she mewled at the slight allowing you. Her underwear disappeared and you silently thanked whatever gods made you a witch. Your spells and magic were incredibly useful.

Making quick work of getting your lover settled on your dick you couldn't help but let out a breathy moan of contentment, "feel so good mommy" you mewled as your love whimpered, your size stretching her out. "Be a good girl for daddy and maybe I'll let you come" you murmured before cracking on with work, a hand rubbing at her back in a soothing manner.  For Larissa time had no meaning, it could've been minutes of hours she wasn't sure but she really needed to move, to feel you deeper in her needy cunt. Subtly she tried to rock her hips to get more only to be met with a harsh smack to her thigh, "don't be greedy whore! You've made daddy horny all day now fucking behave" you snapped before attending to your work ignoring your lovers whines in protest.

Only when you finished the work you had to do did you move to press kisses to her neck. "Did so good for me mommy, wanna reward my special subby girl" you murmured laughing at how her hips rutted forward at the last words. "Aw does mommy like being daddy's submissive slutty whore hmm?" You teased her delighting when she moaned happily, "please I don't wanna think, daddy please make me go all fuzzy I'll be good please please" her little whimpers was all it took for you to teleport yourselves to the bed. Again thank you magic is all you could say.

"Come on then whore, fuck yourself on my dick or can you not even do that anymore?" Was all the blonde needed to hear to begin to bounce on your cock. "Daddy fuck feel so good" she mewled and you knew it wouldn't take much to bring her to the edge. "Poor mommy needs to cum" you teased receiving nods and whimpers of pleasure. "Tough hold it" you bit delivering a span to her ass. "Daddy daddy can't please" she mewled cashing you to flip you both over so she was on her back. "Wanna cum then cum slut but I won't be stopping till I'm done filling you to the brim. Think about how pretty you'd look mommy, carrying daddy's babies like a good cumdump."

You continued to pound into the older woman while spewing all the things you wanted to do to her, making her cum over and over again, begging you to stop while begging for more. The poor woman wasn't sure what she wanted anymore but you didn't care, you were close and that was all you could think of. "Gonna cum, gonna breed my pretty whore, fuck take it baby, take daddy's cum deep inside your needy pussy" you panted as you felt spurt after spurt of sticky hot seed shoot up into her fluttering walls of her cunt. "Thank you daddy" she slurred as you slipped out of her. "You're welcome baby, daddy's gonna plug your pretty pussy so you don't waste any of daddy's treat" you murmured before magically producing the plug and carefully inserted into her gaping hole as your mixed cums dribbled out. "Did good Ris, get some sleep love" you murmured while you made your way back up to hold the spent woman to your chest. "I love you" you both whispered at the same time before laughing and drifting off to sleep together.

Word count~ 1031

[kirieshhhka003]

Can you do headcanons of fem! Illuso scissoring a female teammate in the mirror world? However, if you're not comfortable writing genderbents then that's fine l0l

A/n: omg I miss writing for lesbians sm, so here I fucking am. So basically all of La Squadra members are females here, idk why, I just felt like this

Pairing: fem! Illuso x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, pussyeating, scissoring, masturbation, fingering, squirting

Word count: 2,3k

It’s unbearably boring. You’ve spent at least 20 minutes just walking around La Squadra’s base and it’s still 30 more minutes until ye meeting starts. You and your fiancée Illuso decided to leave your home an hour before the rally, considering horrible traffic of Naples. But much to your surprise it took you less than 10 minutes to arrive, and now you both were supposed to wait for other members to gather

You are not the only ones who have arrived too early - Prosciutto, unofficial mom of hitman team, is already at the base, getting everything ready for the meeting, waiting patiently for others to arrive

Suddenly you feel Illuso’s hand wrapping around your waist from behind, her soft lips brush against your ear shell as she whispers lecherously:

- I want you, - those three simple words send herds of shivers running up and down your spine. Bright blush dusts your cheeks in a matter of seconds and you feel your heart starting to race into your chest. You furrow your eyebrows nervously, glancing at your fiancée over your shoulder

- Right here? - you ask, your throat feels desert dry and you swallow heavily but it doesn’t seem to help. You see your girlfriend nod affirmatively, wide leer stretching her shiny from lip gloss lips. - No, we can’t! What if we’re getting caught? - you utter, trying to be as quiet as possible so your colleagues are not able to hear what you two are talking about

- Baby, sometimes you forget about what I’m capable of. Y’know, that kinda hurts, - Illuso says as her lush lips form into a cute pout, but the glimmer of mischievousness in her eyes betrays her actual intentions

You shift from one foot to the other, looking around, trying to figure out how much time will it take for all La Squadra members to arrive to the base. You hear your beloved tsk behind you, annoyed by your suddenly timid behavior, and her hand that was previously resting on your waist slowly comes higher. You hold your breath, secretly expecting her to give your chest a playful squeeze, but girl only slightly brushes her fingertips against the bottom of your tit, shamelessly teasing you

- So what? - she tuts mockingly and you bite down on your lower lip, looking nervously at Prosciutto sitting in her favorite armchair, reading some magazine she’s found on the coffee table standing in the middle of the meeting room

- Okay, fine, - you give up and hear Illuso humming approvingly at your response, fully satisfied with herself

You clear your throat and refer to blonde female:

- Pros, we’ll take a walk around. There is still time before the meeting starts and we’ll check if there are any possible enemies around, - you gibber, and she looks intently at both of you, condemning look in her beautiful sapphire eyes, as if she knows what you two are planning on doing

- Okay, but don’t be late. We’re not gonna repeat ourselves if you two will be late and miss something, - female replies in her usual stern “teacher” tone, then turning her eyes back to the colorful pages of fashion magazine she’s been reading before

Immediately after Illuso grabs you by your hand, leading you to the bathroom, and you obey happily, already feeling warmth emerging in the pit of your stomach. You don’t even notice when brown-haired teleports you into the mirror world, but once you’re there she presses your body against the cold surface of the wall, her lips find yours, kissing you deeply, smearing both of your lipsticks on your cheeks

Your hand comes up to rest on Illuso’s nape, carefully not to ruin her hair, knowing how much girl hates that. She wastes no time, unbuttoning your wine-red shirt and taking it off of your body, her greedy fingers undoing hooks of your bra, exposing your soft chest to her hungry gaze. Illuso immediately busies her hands with your tits, softly moldings and jiggling tender flesh between her manicured fingers, making your nipples harden in a matter of seconds

- C’mon, - she says, taking your hand into hers and leading you out of the bathroom

- Where are we going? - you ask, trying your best to catch with her temp and not to crash on the floor. Once Illuso makes your way to the meeting room she pushes you softly so that you fall right on the soft cushions of sofa, placing her knee in between your splayed legs, grinding it against your groin, making you whine softly at her actions

- It would be hella uncomfortable to fuck you in that tiny bathroom, don’t you think so? - brown-haired drawls teasingly, her hands come to the waistband of your jeans, in a few experienced moves undoing the button and a zipper. - Take off your shoes and the rest of the clothes, - your fiancée orders and you’re quick to obey, doing as you’re told, soon sitting on the couch totally naked

Illuso wastes no time, taking off her dress and a bra, carefully hanging her clothed on the armrest of the armchair standing next to the couch, revealing her lithe curvy form to you, her lacy thongs are the only clothing that covers her body from your eyes

You whine softly, spreading your legs wide, giving Illuso a great view of your already wet pussy. Your hands come up to grab on your own breasts, playing with erected buds, making the fire in your stomach grow bigger. Brown-haired girl chuckles sonorously at your impatience, kneeling before you, placing both of her hands on your thighs, gently caressing your skin

You slide to the edge of sofa so that your groin is now closer to Illuso. Girl’s smile only gets wider at this and she places a few wet kisses on the inner sides of your thighs, making you tremble from anticipation. Despite her aspiration to tease the hell out of you brown-haired remembers about that scarce time you have to yourselves. She lowers her head, taking a first wide lick of your throbbing sex, parting slicked folds with her smooth tongue, making you squirm under her caresses

Illuso fully gives in, nestling her pretty face between your legs, pleasuring you with her skilled tongue, turning you into drooling goo in a mere minutes. She’s always like that when it comes to pleasuring you with her mouth - wild and unbridled, eager to bring you as much pleasure as possible. Most of the times she edges you to be end, eating you out for hours straight without letting you cum, and only when you beg so prettily for orgasm she takes pity of you, finally making you cum that hard that stars start blurring your vision

You try to muffle your wanton moans by nibbling on your fingers as you feel your fiancée slipping two of her slim pretty digits into your clenching heat, all while she licks and suckles on your labia and clit

- Hey, take that away. I wanna hear those precious sounds you make, - Illuso chides softly, her eyes look up at you with displeasure. You obey, taking your hand away from your mouth, crying out girl’s name oh so sweetly when she closes her lips on your throbbing clit, giving it a generous suckle, and she hums approvingly at this, sending mild vibrations running through your cunny

You feel your high quickly approaching you as Illuso harshly fucks your cute pussy with her fingers all while playing with your swollen clit. You squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for your climax to come, but suddenly brown-haired stops everything, pulling back from your crotch, making you whine and buck your hips upwards to get more of her attention

- Not so soon, honey. Lay on the couch and spread your legs wide, - Illuso orders, lovingly smacking one of your thighs. You comply unwillingly, slightly disappointed that your fiancée didn’t let you cum. Brown-haired takes her panties off, discarding them to the side and joining you on the couch

She crouches over your splayed form, kissing you deeply, messily tangling her tongue with yours, and you can taste your own juices on Illuso’s lips. Her hands grip on your breasts, kneading and playing with the soft pudge and you lean into her touch, arching your back off the couch, bumping your naked abdomen into Illuso’s and the feeling of her skin right next to yours drives both of you crazy

Brown-haired straightens her back and you let out dissatisfied grunt, wanting female to stay close to you for a bit longer. She gives you a mischievous smile, throwing one of her legs over your body so that she straddles one of your thighs with hers, leaving mere millimeters between your glistening pussies

She fidgets a little, trying to find more comfortable position, aiming her leaking pussy to yours. Soft sigh leaving Illuso’s lungs as she finally sits herself atop of you, clits rubbing tightly together. You grip on Illuso’s hips, squeezing her buttocks slightly, trailing your fingers up and down her thighs, causing goosebumps to rise on the smooth surface of her pale skin

Illuso starts rocking her hips back and forth, starting on a slow pace, gradually quickening her juttings. Your swollen little clit strokes right against the inner part of brown-haired’s thigh and so does hers. Girl tips her head back, letting out a loud wanton moan, this sound makes your heart flatter. Illuso tightens her grip on your knee, pressing her pussy tighter onto yours, making you squeal like a bitch in a heat

Your gaze falls on the polished surface of the mirror hanging on the wall right in front of the couch your fiancée scissors you on. You see Prosciutto and Formaggio discussing something vigorously with Risotto and Pesci listens intently to the chat between her colleagues. Wait, they can’t see you, right? Right?!

You quickly forget about that as brown-haired expands one of her hands to your tits, groping on your tender pudge, tugging on your swollen nipples what sends electric shocks running up your spine. You whine and rock your hips back softly, meeting Illuso’s thrusts, making the contact even more pleasurable

- Fuck, baby, more more more. Pleeeease, - you squawk, and Illuso gladly obliges, fastening the jutting of her hips, bringing you closer to your high with every movement

The curl of tension in the pin of your tummy snaps and the next moment you feel warmth suffusing your whole body. You cum with a loud cry of Illuso’s name on your lips, whole body trembling as she keeps on tribbing her clit against yours

Brown-haired let’s you ride out you orgasm before letting go of your leg, she sits herself in between your still splayed open legs, one hand comes to her groin to pleasure her swollen clit. Your eyes follow her every movement - she didn’t get off, but she definitely doesn’t plan on staying dissatisfied

You extent your hand, reaching your lover’s slit, slipping three of your fingers inside of Illuso (surprisingly or not they come in without any resistance, you know brown-haired can fit something way bigger inside). You start ramming your hand on the rapid speed, mercilessly fucking your fiancée’s pretty pussy, unapologetically hitting her g-spot with every new thrust

By the way her thighs start to tremble you can say that she’s close to her own climax. Just a mere moments later thick mewl escapes Illuso’s lush lips as her whole form starts shaking. You feel her gushing on your fingers, covering your exposed pussy and inner thighs in her love juices. You hungrily watch your fiancée squirt all over your body - wow, you didn’t expect that. But that’s definitely a highly pleasant bonus

- Holy shit baby, you’ve made a mess, - you chuckle, watching your beloved getting off her high, her stunning body still slightly trembling in aftershocks from recent orgasm

It takes you about 10 minutes to clean yourselves up and make each other look at least presentable. You look at the wall clock, suffering a bit to understand what time it is since everything is mirrored. Excellent, there are a few minutes lest before the meeting starts

You make your way outside of the base while still in the mirror world so that it won’t be overly obvious when you two come back from your “patrol”. Once you get inside of the base you meet face to face with Prosciutto. Both you and brown-haired freeze in place, not expecting to meet with any of teammates that soon

- So? - Prosciutto asks, her arms are crossed on her chest and pretty eyebrows are furrowed as she looks sternly at both you and Illuso. Your fiancée shrugs faintly, turning her gaze away, letting you know that she doesn’t intend on helping you with this conversation. You look angrily on your beloved but quickly divert your attention to the blonde standing in front of you

- What? - you query, having no clue what your colleague may possibly want from you

- Enemies. Did you find any? - Prosciutto explains, and by the tone of her voice nor look on her face you can’t clearly understand if she scoffs at both of you or actually being serious. Your mind fumbled with any answer, but your brain still can’t work properly after your recent orgasm

- Oh, yes, um… there are none. We’ve looked through every possible place they could’ve hidden, but didn’t find anyone, - you stammer out, hoping that blonde beloved you and won’t ask any more questions. She only hums quietly, satisfied with your answer, then sharply turns around on her hills, sashaying towards the meeting room

- Good. Now go, we’re starting in a few minutes

You can’t help but sight in relief at this words. God, the meeting hasn’t even started yet and you already feeling like a squeezed lemon. You glance on Illuso and by her half-lidded eyes you can say that she feels no different. Well, you just gotta hold on, and you feel like the next few hours will be pure torment for both you and your fiancée

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[wenseulbear]

The Girl In Black (gxg)

Group: Red Velvet 

Member: Kang Seulgi

Warning: Drinking, soft smut, and cursing.

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As the night went to a stop you and your friends adventured to a club to celebrate all of you graduating completely. The smell of strong drinks,sweating bodies, and perfume was in the air through the whole club. Fancy high class strippers were walking around or on top of greedy men who just want to be fucked. 

Me? eh i just want a drink and possibly a little lap dance then probably go home. Hello, My name is Y/n. I am lesbian and I am 21 years old I decided to come here with friends to celebrate a graduation. I am currently single and wanting someone but no one in mind. 

I was roaming the club on the dance floor I feel someones glare and start looking around. I lay my eyes on a taller girl who is wearing a black button up, black leather pants, and fancy black heels. She was beautiful and slim. She slowly makes her way to me as she approaches me fully then wrapping her arm around my waist.

Her touch is familiar as my arm wraps around her neck pulling her closer. Her smirk was dark and evil but so sexy and hot. ¨Why hello there beautiful lady~” She says while holding me as her smirk slides into a smile. Her eyes slide into small moons.

¨Oh hello there~” I softly say back in her ear while smiling enjoying her touch and presence. ¨What made you come here? i haven’t seen you here before?” She said while softly kissing my neck and nibbling onto my sensitive skin. “I’m here with friends for a like good time mm~” I slur out as she finds my sensitive spot with ease.

Her hands grip my ass while she starts sliding me to a wall. She orders two strong drinks and pays while sitting us down alone. She softly starts caressing my thigh slowly moving up. My lip was in between my teeth as my moaning slips into her ear. I feel her smirk at my weakness then she slowly rubs the tips of her fingers on my clothed clit.

My moaning getting much louder as her other hand slides her index finger inside my mouth. I softly suck her finger as i hear her strong words “Mmm I bet you like that huh little one? you are so fucking easy to control~” She says while sliding her hand away then holding her face evil and smug while i lean against her.

“give daddy your phone little one.”I slide my phone from my jean pocket and open it for her. Giving her my phone as she puts her number inside it then looking through my texts incase i was taken while I see her smile. ‘you single kitty?” She asks with hope while I nod yes and i see the signature smile of the girl i don’t know. 

“im seulgi, Kang Seulgi” She smiles and holds her hand out for you. You take her hand and whisper “Im Y/n, Park Y/n¨ I smile at her.

“You wanna head to my place and get to know each other?” She asks while slightly already getting up still maintaining eye contact with me. “Sure my girl in black” She smiles at my words as we head out together. 

The night ends with you and her truly understanding each other and slowly falling in the thing you rarely find.

love.

The end.

[peachyteabuck]

ceo chronicles, pt i. ~ peggy carter

series summary: a set of fics based off of the main au of sugar baby/mommy or daddy dynamics and ceo aus. each fic involves a separate universe wherein each charcter is the ceo of a different company and you’re their sugar baby. sexy times ensue. 

fic summary: anyone as busy and important as peggy carter needs a good stress coping mechanism. ms. carter has tried everything from yoga to stress balls to acupuncture to cross stitch. none of them worked, until she found you. 

pairing: sugar baby!reader x ceo!peggy carter. takes place in modern times. 

words: 2,020

trigger warnings: harold, they’re lesbians. oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, dirty talk, d/s dynamics, anal, dirty talk, degradation, overstimulation

notes/other: there is not enough peggy carter smut on the internet, and i have taken upon myself to fill that gap. enjoy!

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The minute you step into the impeccably decorated office with its modern décor and light blue walls, you silently walk behind Peggy’s grand black desk and fall to your knees on the small plot of carpeting to her right. You know exactly where to go, you’ve been hers for so long there are even two indents for where your knees go in the plush, light grey material.

One of Peggy’s famous “mmm”s catches your attention, your spine straightening and shoulders pushing back. “Are you wearing the collar?” she asks, foregoing looking at you to write something on the large desk calendar that she’s fucked you on at least four times this quarter. While doesn’t so much as gaze at you, your eyes are trained directly on her - just as she likes it.

“Yes, Mistress,” you tell her. As you speak your throat bumps against the collar secured loosely around the base of your neck. The high neckline on the fluffy, white pink sweater you’re wearing hides it well to strangers and Peggy’s staff, but the diamond-encrusted leather is still very well known to you and the other woman in the room. The weight of it is enough to make you remember it’s there, but Peggy always likes readjusting it herself when she snaps the matching leash into place. All you want to do is run your fingers over the block letters as your heart races, it’s always calming; a reminder that you’re hers. It’s a nervous habit, to rub at where it rests under your strategically-chosen clothes. Somehow it makes you feel safe, untouchable. You never slip your finger into the silver O-ring, though, that’s Peggy’s only stipulation. Only she can attach leashes or chole you with it. Still, you pull down the top enough to reveal the small piece of metal, so your fingers can twitch as they trace its outer edges.

“Good, Pet,” she murmurs, still not looking your way. She sounds distracted, moment later typing out (what you assume is) an email at her average lightning speed. It doesn’t take long for the familiar two-tone notification that signals replies to sound, and within seconds of opening it she tsks at her screen. You can’t tell whether it’s at you or whoever she’s replying to, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that Mistress is disappointed, and it is her Pet’s job to make her forget her troubles and feel better.  

“What is wrong, Mistress?” you ask, taking special care not to touch her as you scoot closer to her.

Peggy shrugs, rolling her eyes. “An asshole from the Barnes corporation, you know the one whose CEO wants a merger?” You nod, but her eyes remain locked on the screen. “Keeps readjusting the meeting times to discuss some of the NDAs his boss wants me to sign. It’s really pissing me off.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“Oh,” she sighs, finally turning to you. Her famous red lips curl up into a genuine smile as she caresses your jaw with a soft hand. “It’s not your fault.”

You squirm, unsatisfied. “Is there anything I can do make you feel better, Mistress?”

Peggy’s grin, though sweet, also borders on sinister. Not one that you fear, necessarily, but one that still sends shivers down your spine. Without looking back, she calls for her assistant, who immediately appears.

“Yes, Ms. Carter?” He asks. His name is Steve, you’re told, and he’s a scrappy, hard-working kid who mostly got a job for the health insurance.

Now you capture her unwavering attention, her mischievous squint and devious smirk only focused on you. “Clear my schedule for the next hour.”

“Yes Ms. Carter,” Steve recites the usual response. “I’ll do that now.

Peggy bites her lip as she watches you squeeze your thighs together, the material of your leggings doing nothing to hide your arousal.  “Actually…make it two.”

The next few beats are silent, the both of you unsure of the next move. Peggy waiting to make sure you’re as desperate as she likes (which is very, very desperate), you to see what she wants from you this time. If she’s planning on something rough, she likes to ease into it. Today she seems just tired, stressed, looking for an outlet to release her frustrations on. Per usual, that outlet is you.

“Strip,” she commands, voice taunt. You do as you’re told, carefully taking off each item of clothing before folding and placing them on one of the chairs on the other side of the office before returning to your spot on the floor. “Good pet,” she praises, running her blood-red nails over your lips before pushing her thumb onto your tongue. You suck on it, swirling your tongue around the rough pad of her finger and the smooth, polished nail. As she lifts her hand you move with her, following her lead as she moves you between her legs.

You know what to do, know that she likes her shoes off and skirt pulled off to prevent the expensive item from wrinkling. Peggy obviously planned for this day to be long, as she’s just wearing a sweater that’s now creased from when it was tucked into her skirt. It’s her own version of “casual,” her own vision for a lazy day. The soft knit sometimes slips down her stomach and rubs against your forehead as you kiss over her black lace panties and push them aside to sink a finger into her heat.

“Such a good little kitten,” she sighs happily. Her eyes are closed, bottom lip between teeth. Each soft kiss you leave across her lips causes a small, gaspy moan to slip from her mouth. “God, you’re so good at this, aren’t you? Love being Mistress’ little slut, huh?”

You nod, tongue dipping in and out of her wetness. It’s easy to get her worked up, even when she’s as stressed as she is now. But that’s your job, isn’t it? To make sure Peggy’s able to be focused on her job and her company and her meetings and her business partners and making sure nobody tries to take her down because every fucking man in this world thinks she’s not tough or smart or good enough to be as powerful as she is combined with everything else she has to worry about that is always trying to make her work-pleasure scale out of balance. It’s your job to see that she’s always able to focus on the tasks in front and ahead of her.

You can tell she’s about to come when her thighs start squeezing around your head and her hand starts grabbing at the nape of your neck to push your forward. Peggy needs to stay quiet; the walls are thick, but her screams are famous for leaking through any material the world sets before her. Even as she bites down on her sleeve and digs her heels into the base of her spine, loud moans bounce off the walls. The small “Oh, fuck baby”s and “right there, pet”s keep you going, even when you’re trapped and become light-headed from the lack of oxygen. She reaches her orgasm with three fingers stuffed inside of her and your mouth latched to her clit, her legs tensing around you before melting at your sides. You don’t stop, though, as she grips at your hair and falls back in her chair. You won’t stop until Mistress tells you to.

Peggy ends up pushing you away with her foot, leaning over to grab a key that’s hidden in a secret compartment below her overflowing pen cup. Her hands shake from pleasure as she unlocks the drawer closest to the floor. From it she pulls a matte black strap on attached to a matching leather harness. Easily, she manhandles you into position, tugging the toy on with one and rubbing at your dripping folds with the other.

“So wet and ready for me, huh kitten?” She purrs as two fingers drip inside of you. You mewl, your own fingers gripping at the edge of the desk. “Always such well-behaved little slut.”

Peggy pulls your fingers out and positions herself at your entrance, giving you a fraction of a second to recognize her next move before she begins plowing into you with long, steady strokes. Within moments she’s got one foot on the table and one hand in your hair for a better angle, the slant of her body finding that special spot inside of you that makes you cry out in pleasure every time her hips press into your ass. Soon, almost too soon, you start begging to come, desperate for release. The sounds that leave your throat aren’t cute and high-pitched like before, they’re closer to deep, guttural sobs that surprise even Peggy as she bends down to coo in your ear.

“Such a greedy slut for Mistress’ cock, aren’t ya?” Her distinctive accent becomes thicker with every word, each met with an unmelodic squeak from you. “C’mon, tell Mistress how much you love her cock.”

You’re close, she knows this. She knows if you shift any of the brain power that’s going to not coming to speaking you won’t be able to walk by the time she’s done with you. Still, disobeying might be the worst outcome of all the others. At first the words are small and strangled, but soon enough they begin to flow from your mouth like water from a drain during a rainstorm. “Oh, god yes Mistress, yes I love your cock. I love the way you fuck me and use me, love the way you use me like the fuck doll I am, love the way I take all your stress away. Love being the plaything you call in when every man at work pisses you off, love knowing that when you want to fire all of them. Love knowing every Wednesday when you get paid means you get to spoil me and fuck me until I can’t walk or speak or- oh!”

Peggy’s slipped out of you, pressing a larger toy – a vibrator, you soon become aware – into your pussy. You’re about to asks why she stopped, if you can come, if she’s going to continue, but then you’re slack-jawed as she slips two lube-covered fingers into your tight asshole. “Figured you’d like that, huh baby girl?”

All you can is gulp as gasp, her thigh leveled to keep the thick toy in your cunt and her fingers slowly working you open. You don’t protest as she pushes you to the floor, can’t object to her stopping to move you into another position – this time on your back – as she slips the strap onto into your ass. You feel so stuffed; both your holes being fucked at once and Peggy rubbing at your clit. “C-can I cum, Mistress?” you beg, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes before falling down your cheeks. You’re sure the mascara Peggy bought you is running now, smeared just like your lip glosses and eyebrows.

She leaves a light kiss at your temple before whispering into your ear. “Cum all you want, kitten.”

Your orgasms come quickly, your body still convulsing from the pulses of the last when the next one hits. By the end you’re crying fat tears onto the wooden floor as your limbs shake and shudder involuntarily. Somewhere in the back of your mind you try to count how many orgasms you had, but you quickly lose count at six.

The air around you suddenly cools as Peggy pulls away, redressing herself before wrapping you in quilts that smell like her and dragging you onto the couch to sleep. Sometimes if the play was light she’d send you home, but with how tired and dehydrated and deep into substance you are she doesn’t want to leave you alone. She quickly texts to switch all her appointments to remote so she can keep an eye on you as you rest, wrapped in thick quilts as you fall asleep.

Everything okay? Steve texts back.

Peggy smiles at your sleeping form as she types her reply.

Yeah, everything’s perfect.

[comphethottakes]

Oh what characters do you see as lesbian/gay but suffer comp het?

*rubs my greedy lesbian hands together* have i got a post for you! im gonna stick a few longer elaborations under a readmore but: aoi, toko, celes, akane, peko, mondo, mukuro, fuyuhiko, sakura (but in more of a meta context), miu.

very quickly also i know you didnt ask for this but characters I HC as struggling very little/not at all with comphet? nidai, sayaka, ibuki, sonia, rantaro

i’ll probably talk about sayaka more at some point but yall keep sending asks this is fueling me!! tyty

aoi asahina - this is a BIG one. her final FTE is like, a textbook in comp het. she explicitly asks makoto to be her practice boyfriend, then doesnt know how to act & seems super stressed by the idea of actually dating. the fact that she doesnt see herself as ladylike is another lesbian thing. the phrase “I’m not a woman because I’ve never been in love" is a big telltale, because she’s been pretty resolutely in love before. 

celestia ludenberg - idealized fantasy versions of men. the butler thing……. I know it’s wildly extra and kinda just bad writing but!! she only wants Attractive Men & her idea of an attractive man is just straight up vampire!! grabbing men from media you like is CLASSIC comp het & u know that girl only watches vampire movies. also highkey, this ranking thing? the idea that no man will never be good enough for her? that’s lesbian babey (i copied this from something i said a while back so if it seems familiar ur probs in the server i sent it in)

mondo owada - i mean? you know. toxic masculinity fucks you up

mahiru koizumi - despite how she comes off, i think she’d feel pressure to be attracted to boys, lest she be deemed too abnormal. she probably felt like a stereotype and tried to force herself not to be one. 

akane owari - growing up w only weird men being attracted to u kinds fucks u up for a while. sunshine butch deserves better

peko pekoyama - I’m gonna be real a lot of this has to do with like, the perceived default of heterosexuality and the fact that she doesnt see herself as a person (for most of her life at least). while she served fuyuhiko she probs didnt allow herself any romantic feelings, and undoing that brainwashing lead to the feeling “well yeah, i know im not straight, but i cant deal with this right now’.

fuyuhiko kuzuryuu - the way he expresses platonic love is very interesting. given the environment he grew up in, the fact that he was likely mocked for his looks, and the fact that he sees his height as a threat to his masculinity, he’d struggle w comp het and self hatred a LOT

miu iruma - similar to akane, except it manifested in hypersexualisation of herself and her surroundings to the point where she’s actually afraid to be vulnerable enough to think about her sexuality

good news though! i make canon now, and they all make it out fine. good kids.

[forkanna]

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NOTE: This is where things are gonna start to shift a bit.

Another week or so passed. To be honest, you really missed nothing, other than Stephen giving me a plastic baggie with some of my stone-flakes in it because he wasn't sure what else to do with them. He also gave me one of the bottles of Soft to keep in my place, just in case it happened again. That did seem like a precaution I should have already thought of myself.

And a lot of Knives. A loooot of her hanging around, and finally weaseling my number out of me so she could text and ask if she could come over. I ignored a lot of her texts, but she still always managed to get me to agree to a time she could come bouncing through my door with one of her attack-hugs at the ready. We mostly just watched movies or played video games. Met up with Stephen and Joseph some other night at a sushi place. And the whole time, I didn't know what to do with myself.

Before you ask, there were a couple of close calls. Because we can all tell where this is going already, so I'm just putting it out there.

Three nights after we were watching the samurai movie, she came in for a hug. Slower than usual, and I mean like, at a snail's pace. Turned out, she just thought it would be funny if we bumped noses, but I was just slightly-drunk enough to think she was going in for something else. I blame the tequila shots, and therefore, on Steph who had ordered them. Dumb lush. But I managed to play it off that she was just too close to my face, and that was why I flinched.

Then there was the next day, when we split a Canadian from Pizza Pizza for dinner. We both went in for a slice at the same time and our hands touched; that old thing. I accused her of being a greedy bitch, but she was just biting her bottom lip and giggling before she flicked a mushroom at me. It made me either want to slap her, or… I don't know. For the life of me, I don't know what the fuck was going on in my head, but she let me brush it off and grab a different slice.

But as they say, all good things must come to an end. Which isn't exactly what happens here, but like, go with it, okay?

                                                            ~ o ~

"I don't understand," she was sighing as she swung upside-down from the monkey bars in Hillcrest Park, jeans-clad knees taking the brunt of her slight weight effortlessly. "My mom acts like she's so worldly, but then she doesn't want me to have a totally normal barista job because it'll distract me from meeting 'a nice man' or becoming a doctor, or whatever."

I sighed as I picked at some peeling paint on one of the bars. I was sitting on a 'step' for the kids to climb up to the slide, though my omnipresent black cloud of misanthropy had kept any actual children far away from us. "She's being a mom. That's what they do: pass judgment on their children's decisions. Mine are in the professional league."

"That sucks." Her eyes went up — and in this case that means they were pointed at the sky, not above her head, which would have been sand. "Don't my tits look great like this?"

"Sure," I snorted. "I m-mean, what makes you think I noticed?"

"Nothing, Kim," she giggled. "Just a thought I had. Oh, did you know TCAD is getting back together?"

I pursed my lips for a moment before answering, "Are they really?"

"Kind of. I mean, it's not the original lineup, though. That'd be huge news, since that jerk Todd was turned into coins!" She flipped up through the bars and began walking on top of them, arms out to the sides to help maintain her balance. "Think the new bassist is that girl from Smashing Turnips. They broke up, remember? Plus they're holding auditions for new drummers but I heard she doesn't want guys applying. Sounded like she was pretty sure of that."

"So now they're an all-girl band? Quaint."

"Envy said in a press release that she was thinking about staying solo, but I guess she had a change of heart. But she did start going by 'Natalie' again, 'cause the solo career didn't work out for her. She said 'I'm just not cut out to be a pop star, it's too high-maintenance'." Then she gasped and turned to look at me. "DUDE! You should so totally try out!"

My eyes widened. "What?! Knives, you-"

"Think about it! You're a drummer, and a girl, and they're super-"

"KNIVES!"

But I wasn't upset about her needling me into life decisions. She wasn't paying attention to what she was doing anymore, and had started to slowly fall off the monkey bars. A little yelp of surprise sounded as her running shoes slipped down and back off the metal, arms windmilling. The world slowed to a crawl. Heart in my throat, I dove, and just barely managed to catch her before falling into the sand around the playscape.

"Shit… are you okay?!" I demanded, my voice an octave too high.

But she wasn't listening. Her eyes were round, and she had her hands locked around the back of my neck. She looked stunned speechless, which was a new look for her. My hands flexed awkwardly in her armpit and under her knee as I held her slight weight, which was still a little heavy but I'm a drummer, so I have a decent amount of upper body strength. I could handle it.

"You saved me," she breathed.

"What? Well… y-yeah, I couldn't let you… fall."

"Um… I probably would have been fine. It's only like five feet, and there's sand everywhere." Her face was closer again. Probably going in for another hug, like last time. "But you caught me, Kim."

For some reason, I couldn't put her down yet. Swallowing down my panic, I whispered, "What if you broke your neck? I'd… I could never live with letting that happen to you."

"Why not?"

She was prying into my feelings and motivations too much. Gruffly, I snapped, "Who else would annoy the hell out of me every day? What a stupid ass question."

Even though that was intended to get her to laugh and call me a dork, or say I was funny, or just to tell me I could put her down, it didn't seem to work the way I hoped.

Because Knives kissed me. And I mean kissed me… and I kissed back. Really, we might have done it at the same time, like when you and a friend automatically go in for the fist bump when something really awesome happens because you're both on the same page. Something about the moment just needed it, even if I didn't fully understand why. Her lips were soft and sweet, and familiar; I knew we'd kissed when drunk, even though I couldn't remember most of it. And the gentle weight in my arms made it perfect.

Of course, once we broke apart a few seconds — minutes, hours, centuries — later, I went into pure panic mode. Or tried to. But the lip-on-lip contact had robbed me of actual power and ability to move. Not like the time I turned to stone, though; this wasn't that serious.

"O-oh," was all she said at first. Though the look in her eyes and the way her breathing was so rapid and shallow told me that the "oh" meant a lot more than that, so just this once, I didn't snap at her to explain.

"Holy balls," I managed to breathe.

"Where did that come from? I mean… it was…"

When her face started glowing, a small, private, sacred smile of pure joy blossoming, I had to drop her to the sand and stand back up, turning around to grip the monkey bars overhead to keep myself from falling over. Why was I so dizzy? Why was I overreacting? I mean, a little part of me had been able to tell that we were trending in this direction. Like magnets, or gentrification of old neighbourhoods; sometimes you just can't stop it. Yet I had kind of thought it might never happen. Or at the very least, it would take longer than a few weeks.

"Kim?" One of her hands came to rest in the small of my back.

"Whoa, whoa," I squeaked, spinning around so fast I almost fell myself. "J-just because we- I mean, you shouldn't- don't do that!"

"Sorry," she breathed as she lowered the hand, rubbing her fingers together as if trying to rid them of the memory. I know I could definitely still feel them on my back.

"No, don't…" Sighing, I pressed both my hands into my face. "AGH!" There was a high-pitched whistling sound. "What the hell is even happening anymore?!"

After a few seconds of silence, Knives cleared her throat. "You, um… does steam come out of your ears normally?"

"No! And it didn't just now, either!"

"But I saw-"

"Nevermind that! Just…" Running hands through my hair, and feeling that it did feel a little warmer and more moist than it should have been, I looked over at her. "Can we just rewind about five minutes and forget that ever happened? I… whatever that was, I'm not ready. I'm not ready for it, Knives."

A little shrug of her shoulders as she stared down at her running shoes. "I haven't unlocked that power-up yet, Kim. Sorry."

"Stop apologising, too! Like… we didn't do anything wrong, it's just way past what I can handle right now. Okay? Please, just… I can't even believe we're having this conversation. And on a playground!"

Ugh. Do you have any idea how terrible I felt? Panicking and making her feel like it was all her fault. It was so hard for me to explain my own feelings that I wound up trampling all over hers. But I didn't know how else to react.

"Kim… it's okay," she said finally, cautiously putting her hands on my shoulders. I twitched, took a step backward, but she followed and kept them there. "It's okay. I don't really understand this, either; I mean, I didn't think I was a lesbian. But then again, I didn't at Julie's aunt's, either, and that still-"

"Let's not talk about that, either," I grunted, ashamed of myself. "Especially since you were still in high school."

"Barely," she made sure to remind me. "But… seriously, you made me feel loved that night, and you made me feel loved just now." My eyes must have bulged in panic, because she reassured me, "Like a friend! A good friend who, uh, doesn't mind… that sometimes? If that's cool…"

"Just how far did we go?" I had to ask.

"Made out for a little while. Some… other stuff, but nobody took off their swimsuit," she assured me nervously, and I sighed in some slight relief. "And it was great! But if you want to not do that again, I'm fine with that. Seriously!"

Temptation reared its ugly head. "Well…" Then I shook myself, gripping at my hair around her hands still on my shoulders. "GAH! Like, I'm kinda curious, but also have never… I mean, I've dated guys all my life, this is a pretty big curveball of a life choice, if it is one. And I didn't think you were anything more than just a friend before today, so isn't it crazy to change statuses all of a sudden like this?"

"Why does it have to be some big 'choice'?" she chuckled softly. It made me mad that she wasn't being serious. No… that isn't true. It made me jealous that she wasn't having as much trouble with it as I was. Yeah, that's way more accurate. "I mean, either you want to kiss me or you don't. Whatever, right?"

"Right. Just so easy. Is that why you've been hanging around me so much? Hoping to wear me down?"

"What? No, I wouldn't- that's not it at all!"

"Are you sure?" She squirmed, but didn't back down. "All that time hanging around, you just were hoping that it would happen again. Great. I thought I really had a friend, and you're just another Scott waiting to happen."

But that was a low blow and we both flinched, her hands falling away from me. Before I could apologise, Knives got to it first. "Kim, I'd never do that. It's hard to blame Scott for what he did, because I hearted him so much, but that's just… not the kind of thing I could ever do to a friend! S-so please, don't say that I would…"

"Knives… shit." Pinching the bridge of my nose, I said, "Okay. You're right, I'm… not being fair."

"You're freaking out is what you are."

"Definitely. Can we… I don't know. I want to run away and hide, but I also don't want you to leave."

"Wanna go to Delicious Cup?" she suggested, again touching my arm. This time, I didn't react, either positively or negatively. "We, um, can just talk there. PDA in the café would be a little gross so it'll make kissing less of a… does 'issue' make sense? Is that the best word?"

Nodding, I swallowed hard. "Yeah. It's a great word. Maybe even word of the day, because I clearly have issues."

"Kim, nooo," she half-whined, grasping my wrist and pulling me along. We only made the briefest of stops to snag our bags from the deserted swingset before heading off past the wading pool. "I mean… I kinda freaked out the next morning after the first time, too, so I totally get it! I just… already worked through all that, maybe? Not with a legit therapist, just did a lot of thinking, and talking to Tamara."

"You talked to Tamara about this?!"

"Not a lot! Just, like, sorting through my feelings! And she wouldn't tell anybody, she's my BFF!"

My body felt like it wanted to turn into stone again, but I forced myself to breathe, to stop acting like every weird moment of my life was the end of the world. "Okay… you're right. Back in those days, I probably would have tried to talk to Stephen about this if I could remember more about that night. But I just wrote it off as being drunk. I mean, I never tried to make out with Ramona, or Julie, or…"

"Actually, I kinda heard that you and Ramona had a slight moment," Knives laughed. When I turned round eyes on her, she protested, "From Lisa! Like, remember when we all got together before she moved away?"

"What moment did we have?" I demanded.

"Something about you and she and Scott being all in the same bed, and you telling them both that you loved them." When she looked back after a few seconds of silence and caught me blushing, she giggled. "You were talking, not doing anything else. At least, I'm pretty sure I'd have heard about anything else."

"Oh, good. I mean, if I had a threesome with Scott and that hair-changing hipster, I'd blow my stack."

The bridge of her nose crinkled from the force of her smile as we made our way toward the bus stop. "Already did that once today. Seriously, can you teach me that trick with the steam?"

"GOD, SHUT YOUR HOLE!"

                                                             To Be Continued…

[hefellforfiction]

Sleepover

Kara looked at the simple gray clock on Lena’s wall. It ticked away quietly, practically silent to the human ear. She saw it was about one. They had been binge watching a cartoon Kara herself was obsessed over and Lena casually liked. They had talked about little scenes, their favorite pairings. They argued if any of the villains were redeemable. Little things one faces in a fandom. Kara banned herself from looking through the tags on Tumblr. They picked it up after it ended, so she feared to get it spoiled.

They had watched most of it before and were finishing up the series that night.

Lena was currently in her kitchen making them hot chocolate. She was humming a song Kara didn’t recognize. It was recent and she kept her tastes more nineties or early two thousands. Stuff Alex would listen to religiously when Kara first showed up on Earth

The outside weather was heavy rain and the flash flood warnings had spurred Kara to bring her super suit. Though she worried what she would do if a disaster occurred. She hadn’t told her girlfriend yet of her secret identity.

Part of her was scared to tell her. She wondered what reaction she would get from her girlfriend. Would she laugh? Would she cry? Would she be happy? Scared? Angry?

She shook those thoughts away as Lena walked into the living room. “Now, time to finish this.”  

“I’m not ready,” Kara groaned as she took her mug from Lena.

“I am. This is where it gets good.”

“This is where it gets gay,” Kara said. She had caught the vague ending from a coworker whose kid watched the show. Lena raised her eyebrows, saying “that’s why it’s good.” “I’m seeing why you and Maggie are becoming close. You two own your sexualities far too well.”

“You Danvers girls should too.” Lena smiled and kissed Kara’s cheek. They cuddled as the rain poured and action took place on Lena’s television.

A scene switched. Kara chuckled. “They’re doing the thing!”

Lena sighed and stroked her fingers through Kara’s curls. The woman was what happened when gay nerds grew up. A little.

“They were engaged. Of course, they are.” Lena sipped her drink as Kara let out a series of squeals.

“They’re alone! Are they going to kiss? I think they’re going to kiss!” Kara shouted.

“Shh…”Lena kissed her forehead.

“They’re going on a trip. There’s the portal.” Kara covered her mouth and squeaked. “They’re holding hands! What’s going to happen? Lena? I’m unable to handle this!”

She rolled onto the floor with a thud. “Where’s the rest of it?” She was making noises Lena could only describe them as a dying whale’s final testament.

“It’s a kid show. They wouldn’t put a kiss in there.”

“They should have! Kids are gay.” Kara sat up. “I was a gay child and never knew! Girls are so amazing. Have you seen them? Lena, you are a girl. You should know.”

Lena chuckled. “Let’s get ready for bed.” She helped Kara up.

Lena went up and worked through her nightly ritual. She washed her face and then put on a bright blue mask to hydrate. She came out of the bathroom as she set a phone timer.

“Whoa! What’s wrong with your face?” Kara’s eyes were wide.

“It’s a face mask?” Lena looked down at her. “Have you never used one?”

“No?” Kara had a block of text on her phone screen and was trying to hide it. It didn’t take an expert to know she had ventured onto some fan fiction website. Lena grabbed the blue jar from her bathroom. “What are you doing?”

“Sit still.” Lena started to smear the thick concoction all over Kara’s face using a brush.

“It’s cold and sticky.” Kara scrunched up her nose.

“Don’t crinkle your face.” Lena put the jar on her nightstand.

“How long do I have to wear this?” Kara whined.

“Fifteen minutes.” Lena looked at her girlfriend. In an odd way, she looked cute. It was the least put together she had seen a lover. Her relationships were never so comfortable. But with Kara, it was like she was dating the human manifestation of the feeling one gets when they climb into a bed with clean and still warm sheets.

“Why are you smiling?” Kara asked. “I look terrible, so I know it’s not that I’m beautiful.” She looked back down at her phone.

“One, I can tell you’re reading fan fiction about Korra and Asami. Two, you look like an alien. And three, you do look beautiful. You always look beautiful.”

Kara blushed and started to stutter out. “What—no—I’m not—“ She started to laugh. “You’re funny, Lena.” She sucked in a bit of air. Will I be caught because of this mask? She looked at her girlfriend. Fuck, she’s staring. I’m caught. It was nice while it lasted. Goodbye Lena.

Lena laughed and kissed Kara. It was a quick peck, cautious to not get a mouth full of the mask on Kara’s upper lip. “You’re the best.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re not perfect. And before you get offended, I mean it in the most sincere way.” Lena pushed her hair, trying to keep it from brushing across the mask. “I’m not intimidated about dating you. I just can jump in and live in the moment with you. That is a luxury for me. I’ve been taught to stand on the edge. I’m supposed to think about every damn thing I do and wonder how it reflects on me.”

Kara looked down, fighting a smile. She wanted flail helplessly, unable to take how perfect Lena was. “So can I take this off?” She asked awkwardly, not knowing how to reply.

“Oh…yeah.” Lena looked down. She started to peel away the blue mask on her own face.

“Wait! What is that?” Kara gasped and started to pull at hers. “My gods! This is so cool!”

Lena raised an eyebrow, but Kara was distracted. It was similar to how Rhea spoke she noted.

Kara had gotten every bit off. “Can I do that again?”

“Next time you sleep over.” Lena smiled and took off her own. She tossed the remains and slumped back in the bed.

Kara cuddled up to her side and looked at her phone screen. “My OTP.”

“I thought that was JT and Britney.”

“I have more than one OTP,” Kara deadpanned, not looking up from her phone screen.

“Then it’s not an OTP.”

“Watch me have multiple OTPs, Luthor. Sit back and watch.” Kara shut her phone and put it down on the nightstand.

“If you start writing fan fiction, I’m taking away your internet.” Kara simply pouted. She reached and turned off the lamp on the nightstand.

“You’re a villain.”

“It’s in my blood, Miss Danvers.” Lena kissed her cheek.

“No, it’s not. I’m convinced it skipped over you. You didn’t get a pinch of evil, but a whole bucket of lesbian.”

Lena snapped her fingers. “Drat, you’re right.” She chuckled and kissed Kara’s cheek. “You have the mask in your eyebrows.”

Kara sat up. “What?” She started to aggressively rub the arched brows, managing to mess them up and smear in the blue mask. “Lena, help me.”

Lena stood up and walked to the bathroom. She came back with witch hazel. She worked it through the blonde brows, getting the bits out. “What would you do without me?”

“Not have face mask in my brows and be reading Korrasami without harm.”

“Ouch.” Lena touched her chest over her heart and scrunched up her brow. “That’s just cruel.”

Kara flopped onto the bed. She held Lena close when the woman settled in. “It’s weird to think…that months ago I was about to vow to never fall.” She looked up at the ceiling, a line of city light skewing across it. “Now, I’m here. Our first time sleeping in the same bed. It’s…warm.”

“It could get warmer,” Lena whispered. Her fingertips brushed over Kara’s bare hip as her t-shirt rode up. She reached and put her hand on Lena’s.

“I want to wait a bit longer. I like this.” She smiled, hiding some nerves and apprehension. “To just watch tv shows and mess around. I want to do a face mask with you, bicker, and kiss you until you fall asleep. I want to make your coffee for you in the morning and give you a kiss after you drop me off at work but before I have to take the third degree from Snapper.” She cupped Lena’s cheek, cradling her cheek.

And I fear what my strength could do to a mortal. Kal has had a normal life, but he’s had a chance to figure it out. I don’t want to hurt you.

The thought called at the back of her mind. The moment gave her realizing there were tears prickling in Lena’s eyes. “Hey, why are you crying?” Kara whispered. She kisses away the tears sliding over her cheekbones. “That was sappy! Be happy. Laugh and call me a ridiculous woman.”

“You are!” Lena laughed and sobbed. She hugged her tight. “It’s perfect. I just said you weren’t, but then you do perfect things…”

“I’m just saying, I want to live with now. The future will be good if we just go on. Our lives will be busy and complicated. If we do little things when we can, we will last longer than if we tried the broad strokes all the couples do in the movies.” She smiled.

Lena kissed her. There the kiss was longer. It should’ve been a lazy kiss before they settled in. Yet, it wasn’t. A bold pressure was applied and they held each other with the silent fear of losing each other. Their lips weren’t greedy, as both feared to scare one away with their neediness. In the moment their anxieties thrived and calmed.

Kara cupped Lena’s whole face, her fingertips touching the remaining tears. She screwed her eyes tight and pulled Lena back into the kiss when she started to pull away. She wanted to kiss until the woman smiled. Until her cheeks were pink and she would giggle and call her silly. Lena Luthor…was her most important mission.

Kara pulled Lena on top of her. The weight in a way was reassuring as their lips parted. It sated her so she didn’t immediately pull Lena back down for a kiss. They just lied there, breathing a bit heavier than a resting breath. Kara stroked her fingers through Lena’s dark hair, the long and straight strands easily allowing her digits to pass.

She opened her mouth, three words hanging off her tongue. She bit them back, knowing quietly she could express them a lot better. She pressed her lips to Lena’s forehead. She tucked a lock of dark brown hair behind a pale ear before kissing the tip of the ear. She got a pleased hum in response. Her hands stroked over the brunette’s back, rubbing soothing circles into the skin. Her touches held no haste or lust. They were lazy, a gentle sign of her affection.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be tonight,” Kara whispered, not truly realizing how much those words calmed anxieties and had potential to end wars in Lena’s mind. She could tell outside the rain had slowed, pelting the windows gently and leaving phantom patterns on the wall as light refracted through the droplets.

“Me either,” Lena mumbled, half asleep. Kara pulled the duvet over them. She looked and saw Lena’s eyes drawing closed. She smiled and shut her own.

[its-love-u-asshole]

Pull [fic, sfw]

Pairing: Awashima Seri/Hirasaka Douhan

Rating: T

Summary: That's how she always was. Calm, collected, maybe even a little cold at times (at least that's what the boys said).That's how it seemed at least. In the end though, she still had the mind and body of a teenager, and all the embarrassing things which came with it.She swallowed, trying to focus on the serve which was coming her way, but her eyes kept drifting, her vision consumed with green and flashes of milky white thighs when the cheerleader twirled...

Ao3 Version

I did it lmao, I wrote lesbians for rarepair week. This was super fun, I’m glad I got to participate in this event ffff AUs are ofc my shit, so how could I resist? Big thanks to @emeraldwaves for reading this over! 

Enjoy!

The sounds of volleyballs hitting the court were deafening, but she was used to it, usually too into the game to really pay attention as she spiked the ball successfully. She bit her lip, eyes flickering to the side lines for what must've been the thousandth time during the match.

The practice match was proving to be quite the challenge, but Seri had expected it. Her team had played this school many times, and they were quite skilled. Despite the rivalry between Principal Munakata and Principal Nagare, the schools met up often for training camps and the like. It was most likely more out of necessity than anything else, seeing as it was the closest neighboring school.

She should've been used to it, playing on this court. But, certain things always seemed to catch her calm, blue eyes, and today was truly exceptional.

She moved on instinct to receive the ball again, and luckily, it went up. She got a few yells of encouragement, of praise, but for once she was hardly concerned. As soon as the ball was out of her field of vision, her eyes flicked back to the sidelines again.

Seri never liked the green uniforms of the neighboring school. She never much liked the color at all. It was bright, bold, standing out more than the players did on the sleek, shining gymnasium floor. The color never suited her tastes. It looked sickly to her, hardly appropriate for a school or...anything really. She hardly wore it, finding the color in her wardrobe was like finding a needle in a haystack--the haystack being her enormous closet filled to the brim with gowns and coats. Ah, but there was that too. That was the other thing which may have bothered her...

Somehow, the color seemed to fit. The high school was wealthier, more affluent than some of the others in the area, and it was almost as if the color proclaimed 'greed.' She hated greedy people, people who took advantage of others or asserted their status for nothing other than to demonstrate superiority. Authority wasn't to be abused, wealth wasn't to be paraded. She never liked to generalize of course, she'd met some very nice and polite people during her visits to Jungle, a nickname given to the high school for its strange theme. However, she'd had her fair share of bad ones as well, mostly with some of the entitled rich boys who tried to pick her up after games, or girls which sneered at her as she walked in the hallway.

It was mostly alright, she had a thick skin after all, but Seri had always tried to be amiable and civil in most situations. It was simply how she believed people should behave. Respectful, kind until given a reason not to be.

But oh, how some Jungle students tested her patience....

Seri spiked the ball, cursing when it hit out of bounds. The rough sound of the ball slapping the floor felt mocking almost, and it felt worse than a usual missed spike. She lowered her head apologetically while her teammates waved it off, telling her not to worry, but it didn't help her nerves. She sincerely hoped the team captain wouldn't notice she was out of it.

Her eyes went back to the side as another play began, and she caught a flash of blonde hair which was two seconds from falling out of a neat, polka dotted bow.

They were in the second set, Seri was all sweaty, her hair was a mess, but she shouldn't have cared. Really shouldn't have. She'd never before. After all, she played sports, it was perfectly normal to sweat and look a little ruffled during a game, being attractive wasn't the goal.

But...

No. Pay attention.

Seri prided herself on her level head, on her ability to separate her emotions from logic in her mind, her ability to think before she acted and keep her thoughts under control. That's how she always was. Calm, collected, maybe even a little cold at times (at least that's what the boys said).

That's how it seemed at least. In the end though, she still had the mind and body of a teenager, and all the embarrassing things which came with it.

She swallowed, trying to focus on the serve which was coming her way, but her eyes kept drifting, her vision consumed with green and flashes of milky white thighs when the cheerleader twirled--

"Awashima!" She turned back just in time to raise her arms in a futile attempt to get the ball--it sort of worked.

The ball bounced off her arms at a bad angle, hitting her chin hard but managing to go up, and it was only after her team scored the point that she was benched for the rest of the set. She wasn't injured badly, but her coach had apparently mistaken her lack of response time for sluggishness, scolding Seri for playing when she might be sick.

She wasn't, and the fact made it all the more embarrassing, even if she was the only one who knew.

Sighing heavily, she wiped some of the loose strands of hair from her face and pushed them back in agitation, grimacing as Jungle's team scored another point. Not like she would've been able to prevent it had she been on the court, not with her current mindset.

Yeah, Jungle students really did tend to test her patience, just...not so much in this way.

As subtly as she could (and by that, she meant turning her head completely to stare), Seri's eyes drifted over to the current thorn in her side.

If she could even be called a thorn. If she was, she was the thorn on the prettiest rose in the world, and--oh goodness, now you're being ridiculous.

The thorn in question was one of Jungle's cheerleaders, one with calm green eyes and purposeful movements. To a quick observer, it probably looked as if she was the least energetic of the bunch. The other girls were doing their best to put on a show, breathing heavily, cheering with every leap and tilt of their hips. Not her though. Her clear face, which looked lightly dusted with some sort of blush, was kept in a neutral expression, her glossed lips quirking every once in a while as she reacted to the game. She wasn't as bouncy as the others, unless the routine called for it, her twirls were kept controlled and brief (sadly), the bow in her hair shifting more and more until--ah, it fell out. Blonde curls jostled against her shoulders, shining against the green and it looked anything but sickly. She twirled again, and Seri eyes followed the movement, catching the hint of abs as the cheer uniform rode up. And yet, even after a few more complex moves, the girl still looked put together. It wasn't that she wasn't energetic or athletic though, and that's maybe what drove Seri 'up the wall,' as one would say. No, the cheerleader's movements were done with purpose, executed flawlessly with no excess effort expended. She certainly looked the least winded, though Seri didn't fail to notice the light heave of her chest from the rapid movements, the girl's slightly annoyed expression when she had to tug down her shirt to keep it from riding up too high with a pom-pom in hand.

She swallowed, mindlessly reaching for the water bottle beside her as her vision drifted to the girl's legs, watching as the skirt rubbed against them, revealing a flash of patterned spandex underneath. I wonder--

Suddenly, the whistle blew, signaling the end of the match, and for whatever reason, it all but jerked Seri out of her thoughts with a force. Automatically, her eye shot back up to the girl's face, as if her subconscious was curious about her reaction more than the score of the game itself, but Seri didn't even have time to ponder that. Her entire throat closed up, her breathing choked as green eyes bore into hers, the cheerleader's mouth slightly open from her harsh breathing, and all Seri could feel was guilt.

Guilt, because she had been staring, and it hadn't been for the most appropriate of reasons. She felt embarrassed, maybe worried too, hoping and wishing it looked like Seri had simply zoned out in the other's direction.

She cursed herself. She was usually so much more aware of things, so much better at keeping her composure.

So unacceptable...

She whipped her head away from the cheerleader as her teammates came to the bench, happy from their win, and all she could do was smile robotically, mind on autopilot as the coach gave his speech and the girls stretched. All the while, Seri swore she could feel someone staring at the back of her head, the sounds of pom-poms rustling behind her as the other team went to the locker room first.

I can't believe this...

Seri couldn't even fully regret her staring, and she stood up with a sigh as her teammates left the bench. The girl was beautiful after all, a bit mysterious, dangerous looking, but...so cute at the same time. From the polka dot bow and patterned spandex to the ankle bracelets she'd been wearing, the cheerleader was lovely and enticing all wrapped up in a petite package.

She wondered...

Stop that. It doesn't matter. What you did was rude, leave it alone. Move on. End of discussion.

Glaring at the polished gymnasium floor, Seri nodded to herself in understanding. Right, it was best to be smart about this. Rocking the boat was never something she did.

Luckily, it was doubtful the cheerleader would read Seri's peeping as anything romantic, considering she was a girl, but Seri's gut still twisted in humiliation as she walked briskly out of the gym.

--

Most of her teammates were already in the school's cafeteria, being treated to lunch courtesy of the school's coach, but she hadn't been hungry enough to rush like they had. Instead, she'd taken a much needed rinse, and changed slowly, trying to rid her mind of images of blonde curls and green skirts, and now the locker room was deserted.

The sounds of her sneakers squeaking bounced off the walls, but they still weren't enough to drown out the ruffle of pom-poms which kept replaying in her head.

Honestly, you're not usually like this. Get it together.

She stuffed her uniform in her bag angrily, knowing she couldn't avoid the crowds forever by holing herself up in the locker room. Hoisting her duffel over her shoulder, she made way for the exit closest to the cafeteria with a slight frown. She shouldn't have been worried. No doubt she'd be distracted by her friends and other students of Jungle when sat down to eat. She could only hope the girls from the cheer squad wouldn't be join--

"You're not usually benched."

Seri all but dropped her bag from the calm tone which pierced the silence, and she couldn't stop the startled gasp which left her lips as footsteps approached from the other side of the lockers.

Oh great.

Maybe it was a member of the other team there to gloat, or some random student who didn't like her. Either way, Seri wasn't exactly in the mood for this type of confrontation, no matter how cold she could make herself be.

But when the speaker finally stepped out from behind the lockers, Seri's brain all but stopped, and she thought maybe a confrontation would've been better.

There, standing elegantly with a fluffy pink towel wrapped around her neck, was the cheerleader which would surely occupy Seri's fantasies (if she would admit to herself that she even had them).

Seri's jaw fell for about half a second before she set her face into a neutral stare, trying not to back down from the piercing green gaze. There was a tense silence there, one Seri didn't know if she was imagining or not, before the other coughed expectantly.

Oh, she spoke to you.

Swallowing thickly, Seri tried to keep her eyes on the other's face, and not the jut of her hip as she leaned against the lockers. "O-oh, I wasn't feeling well I suppose."

It wasn't a lie.

It just wasn't necessarily the whole truth.

The girl seemed to find the answer amusing for whatever reason, lips quirking up only slightly while she hummed. Seri didn't care to be analyzed, though she'd be a hypocrite for saying so. She did a fair amount of people watching, though usually not for such primal reasons...

God, don't blush. That will not help at all.

When the other continued to not speak, Seri took the initiative to try and hold the reins of the conversation. Control was better, she could navigate better if she led the conversation. "Who are you, if you don't mind?"

Seri ignored her increasing heartbeat when the girl's legs crossed, the anklets jingling and practically urging Seri's gaze downward.

No. Nope.

"Hirasaka Douhan." Wow, that's lovely. Seri couldn't quite fight the blush this time.

Douhan smiled slightly, her head tilting forward as if to ask the silent return question, and Seri felt the reins slipping away once more, giving into the pull.

"Awashima Seri." Her voice sounded small, the usual edge and sternness completely gone. 

"Hm, I know."

Huh?

Seri bit her lip when the other smirked, because honestly, she couldn't handle all these new expressions at once.

"You play here a lot, and you're a starter," Douhan informed breezily, kicking her leg back and forth as she went on. "So I picked up your name at some point. That's why I was surprised when you got benched. It isn't like you."

Seri didn't know if she was reading too much into things (which was unlike her), but something about those words felt different, almost...accusatory, and the tension in the atmosphere kicked off higher.

It caught her off guard, the air, Douhan's small smirk, those legs, and Seri realized she'd never had the reins to begin with. The reins hadn't even been remotely close to her. She was on a whole different wagon for crying out loud.

"Oh...yeah," Seri said, chastising her lack of eloquence as Douhan stepped away from the lockers once more. "I mean, people just have off days sometimes, even starters."

There was a twinkle in those green eyes, and Seri's narrowed, like she was now being cornered and she didn't know how.

Douhan tugged at one of her blonde curls absentmindedly, as if in deep thought, but Seri could tell it was done mostly for show. It worked still, because anything the girl did was like a show to Seri, every tilt of her head or sway of hips, and Seri realized how in the danger zone she was when the other started to open her mouth.

She tried to take the conversation back one last time, but she should've known better. "We should really get--"

"Hm yes, I guess most people have moments like that," Douhan said airily, as if the concept of having an off day was completely foreign for someone like her, and Seri was suddenly all too aware of the other coming towards her, stopping just short of two feet away. "But, maybe if those people didn't have wandering eyes, they'd be more productive."

Seri's brain short circuited, and the guilt from before came crashing back in a tidal wave, and she knew she'd lost. Douhan knew it too, judging from the smug expression, and Seri felt her own wagon drive right off a cliff as those plump lips curled into a smile.

She knew.

Oh no...

Seri inhaled quickly, too quickly, judging from how she coughed roughly afterwards, but she couldn't help it. Douhan knew. Right. Of course she'd known, Seri had been painfully obvious, and the cheerleader was obviously more perceptive than most people, but Seri still felt humiliated for thinking anything less.

How was she going to get out of this?

She got ready to bow in apology, make up some other excuse that didn't revolve around how gorgeous Douhan was, but the other beat her to it.

"I'm pleased you finally looked my way," Douhan said, shoulders sagging in mock relief, followed by a snort which spiked Seri's blood pressure way up. "I was getting tired of wasting my favorite accessories for practice matches."

Seri's jaw dropped fully this time, and it didn't recover.

Seri's grip on her bag was murderous, and she almost thought about asking again if she'd heard the other correctly, but what was the point in that?

Seri could hear just fine, could pick up hints, and she stepped forward out of her own conviction. Her mind flashed back to other practice games, searching for a glimpse of the other, but there were none. Douhan was right, Seri had never looked her way, but maybe she should've.

No way...

"I'm sorry...what?" Seri felt the grin breaking out on her face before she even got confirmation, because as flustered as the cheerleader made her, Seri wasn't dense.

"You don't seem like the kind of person who needs repeating," Douhan whispered, voice shaking only a little as she tentatively brought a hand to Seri's neck. The tension hit a boiling point, and Seri found herself leaning in impulsively before Douhan was even finished. "I can think of another method though."

It wasn't like Seri to do this, was completely out of character, but the fact that a girl as pretty and intelligent as Douhan had been seeking her affections was downright overwhelming for the teenage part of her brain, and she couldn't resist. She hadn't even fully pieced it all together yet, but she could scold herself later, whatever.

She leaned in, dropping her bag to the floor.

The first thing Seri took into account was that Douhan's lips tasted like lime, of all things, tart and addicting in a way which seemed more than appropriate for the other. The next, was the sticky texture of her lips as they fit against hers, and Seri couldn't stop the pleased noise she made when she realized the taste must've been the other's lip gloss. Douhan's hand dropped the other pom-pom, her fingers moving to rest on Seri's shoulders tightly. The pads of her fingers pressed on the lines of tension there, and Seri couldn't hold back a small groan, angling her head to capture those lips more fully. Seri almost couldn't believe it was happening, but her senses screamed at her, drowning in ecstasy as she took in the cheerleader. The scent of fruity perfume and laundry detergent pulled Seri in more, only adding to the mix of enticement which was Douhan Hirasaka, not minding the light smacking of their lips as kisses grew less and less innocent.

Seri moaned softly when Douhan's tongue slid along her lips, and Seri's hand instinctively grasped the other's hip to steady herself. Douhan seemed rather pleased with the response, sighing softly while she pulled at Seri's lower lip in a teasing manner, and well, Seri was never passive.

With a surge of confidence and the need for control which had always characterized her, Seri's other hand flew up to tangle in Douhan's locks, moaning at the softness as she pulled the cheerleader closer, silently demanding more of her taste.

She didn't get the chance though.

"I don't know, I can't find her anywhere."

"Maybe she went to the bathroom?"

Seri pulled back in a frenzy as the voices of her teammates drifted from the hall, and she was once again very aware of where she was. At Jungle. A school. In public.

She stepped away reluctantly, and Douhan didn't seem to take it the wrong way, stepping back herself with a small smile.

It did unhealthy things to Seri's heart.

"Awashima, are you there?"

Seri cringed at the voices getting louder, coming closer, because she didn't want to leave this bubble. She wanted to stay with Douhan, talk to her...there was still so much to say and ask. What now?

"I, well--"

"Yeah, I know," Douhan whispered, skipping forward and slipping a neat, decorated piece of paper into Seri's hand. It was pink with green accents, and it made Seri melt. "Call me, okay?"

Seri didn't have to be told twice.

--

The bus ride back to school was usually so boring and silent that Seri drifted off to sleep, but as her phone pinged with another new message, she found that she wasn't tired at all.