#I can’t remember what the bathbombs were

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A little lush haul I had once upon a dream.

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 14

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. This chapter is a little heavier (as is the story going forward, but I'll include potential triggers for each chapter as relevant), so please read the TW below and only read on if you feel comfortable doing so.

Potential Trigger Warnings: mentions of sex, masturbation and nudity, depression, suicidal thoughts

A Sweet Mishap Masterlist | Main Masterlist

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It’s well past midday by the time I open my eyes and my head is still throbbing. In hindsight, those extra few rounds with the groomsmen after the ball drop were probably a bad idea. At the same time though, that was the only thing that stopped me buckling and messaging Jensen and coming clean about everything and literally begging him to take me back. It’s been days since we last spoke, so I know he’s probably already halfway to moving onto the next project and likely hasn’t given me a second thought since, so I strive to do the same. It’s officially a new year, and I’m determined to stick to my resolutions.

Avoiding my phone, I decide to take along soak in the tub after washing off my smudged makeup from last night. I start running the water and add in an old rose-scented bathbomb Stella gave me for my birthday last year. As I start scrubbing off the makeup the silence gets to me and I give in, going back into my room to retrieve my phone. Any resolve I had managed to build up crumbles when I see the message waiting for me since last night.

Happy New Year, Y/N I hope the bachelorette party went well

Those few words are all it takes to break down the dam I had been building. I can’t believe that after everything I said he still cared enough to message. A little spark of hope burns in my heart at the thought that he was thinking of me when I was thinking of him. Yet he chose to message me, while I got drunk to push him from my mind. The guilt extinguishes the spark of hope. 

I take my phone with me as I shut off the water, strip and slide into the pink bubbles. I let out a contented groan as the hot water instantly relaxes me. But just as I relax, a voice startles me.

“Y/N? Are you ok? Y/N?”

I stare at my phone in disbelief as I see the name on the screen. I brace myself before answering. “Jensen? Hi…”

“Oh thank God. You’re ok. I just hope my second instinct isn’t right then…Not that it’s any of my business…”

“What are you talking about?”

“The sound you made when I answered…you’re either in trouble or having sex…So, which is it?”

“You think I’m having sex and haven’t hung up yet? What do you take me for?”

“You’d be surprised how many people talk through sex, I think it’s some sort of kink. But I really hope you’re not.”

“I’m not having sex…but I am naked…” I say before I can stop myself. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that…”

“So, you were masturbating then…”

“It’s none of your business! Why are you so interested? We broke up remember?”

“I didn’t know we dated?”

“You know what I mean…”

“Then why’d you call me?”

“It was an accident…But I’m glad I did. We really do need to talk.”

“Maybe I should let you get dressed first…or finish what you were doing…”

“I wasn’t-Forget it. Why’s it matter anyway? You can’t see me.”

“I guess…I’d love to talk, I just need to get past that last comment…” He goes silent for a moment and then continues. “I also need you to be honest with me. I really like you Y/N. So, I guess I just need to know where you stand.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Jens…I’m in a messy place at the moment. I want to let you in, but I’m scared of bringing you down, letting you down and just not being enough…”

“I can take care of myself. I’m more worried about what it would do to you…the photos and shit online is bad enough. If we date we’ll eventually get found out and all that will just get worse for you. The fans are protective of Dean Winchester and by default me…But, those boys that made you feel like you’re not enough, they didn’t deserve you. But I promise if you let me, I’ll treat you like you deserve.” 

I splash my free-hand through the water while I consider his words. “How about for now we just keep talking? We’re in different states anyway, and soon it’ll be different countries…”

“Just friends? Is that what you want?”

“I don’t know, Jens. I’m a mess…And I don’t want to force you into exclusivity when I don’t know…”

“You’re not forcing me, I want this. Honestly, I want more. But most relationships start as friendships, so we can take it slow if that’s better for you. But I need to know if you’re friend-zoning me, cause I…”

“I’m not friend-zoning you indefinitely…Maybe…I don’t know…I just need to get my own life under control first. Stop dreaming and actually…” in an attempt to distract myself from the depressing thoughts, I change the subject. “You know…I do still need a date for my best friend’s wedding…”

“Great! Send me the invite.”

“Jensen…I know you can’t…It’s okay. Plus, that negates our deal of staying out of public and taking things slow. Forget I said anything. It was stupid. That’s the stupid dreaming I’m talking about. I need to start being more realistic…But I struggle when it comes to you…”

“Hey, hey…It’s not stupid to not want to go to an event like that alone. Let me worry about what’s realistic and possible. Just send me the invitation. I may not be able to come, but just trust me. Give me a chance. Please. Also, there’s nothing wrong with dreaming…we’re performers, we play make believe for a living.”

“Okay…I’ll send it to you once I get out of the bath.”

“Bath! Right, that’s why you’re naked…actually that doesn’t help at all. Y/N, Darlin’, I really want to be a gentleman here, but you gotta stop reminding me that you’re naked right now. I'm still just a man.” The lonely, sex-deprived part of me wants nothing more than to hit the video call button and have what I hope would be amazing phone sex with him, but the rational part of my brain stops me. He sighs and then cuts back in, “I’d love to hear more about your dreams and how you’re gonna make them come true.”

“It doesn’t matter…They’re just pipe dreams. It’s time to grow up. Get a responsible nine to five and actually get ahead of bills and become someone reliable. Someone that’s worth…”

“Worth what, darlin’? Worth not cheating on? Worth being around? You don’t need a boring nine to five that you hate to be worth anything. I promise you real passion is way more sexy.”

“If that were true…” I sigh, “I’m sorry. As I said, I’m just not in a good place right now. I’m sorry for bringing down the mood. Forget I said anything. I should go.”

“Y/N, darlin’. Just wait a second.”

“What Jens?”

“Talk to me. This is what I mean, I want to be someone you can talk to about this stuff. I want to listen and support you. I can do that as a friend or a potential partner…if you’ll let me.”

“Jensen…I don’t know…You don’t need to listen to my depressing thoughts. You have such a perfect life, I don’t wanna bring you down. I have heavy baggage, you don’t want it!”

“That’s for me to decide! I can help carry your baggage or help you unload it for good. Put it on me, I can take it! Let me be your packhorse.”

“No…You deserve better…”

“Tell me, Y/N, what exactly do I deserve? Tell me more about my perfect life! Since you seem to know so much about my life, tell me! What’s so good about it? What do I deserve that you’re not?”

I shake my head. Tears slip down my cheeks mixing with the luke-warm water as I shrink at the sound of him raising his voice at me. “I can’t do this. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I called you, I’m sorry I ruined your day. I’m…I’m just sorry…” I hang up and drop my phone on the mat beside the tub. I pull my head underwater, staying there until my lungs burn for air and then I stay there a little longer. I think about how no one would know or even care if I stayed under right now. Glimpses of my exes’ faces spring to mind and it seems plausible. I let out any remaining air in my lungs. Nick’s words echo back to me. I stay under. My chest burns. And then I see my parents' faces from the day I left home–the second time–and Stella in her wedding dress that she hasn’t had a chance to show off yet, and finally Jensen’s green eyes and bright smile. I break the surface, gasping desperately to fill my lungs with air. I sob uncontrollably at how guilty and pathetic I feel.

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[mikasa-imadebiscults]

The Show’s Over..

(A/N- IT’S MY ULTIMATE REVEAL @oneginn and @isas-bathbombs, I AM THE ⚔️ ANON. For real though, I had fun sending those asks to y’all)

RL! Cassandra Dimitrescu x FEM! Reader

(Warning: Angst, swearing, implied NSFW but no details, betrayal, fighting, blood, and death)

Now playing: “Love is Gone” by SLANDER

Cassandra Dimitrescu, the middle sibling of the three sisters, the famous resident playgirl of Miranda’s All Girls University. Never thought she would find true love, let alone someone actually loving her for who she is. She accepted the fact that no one could love her for her, but that all changed when you came along.

You were special, you never went after her fame or wealth. You loved her, or at least that’s what Cassandra always thought. The thing is..before you started dating her she slept with your best friend and played her. Leaving your dear best friend heartbroken.

You still remember that night. The night where your best friend called you frantically over the phone sobbing, explaining everything. The sound of the sorrowful voice on the other line infuriated you. You couldn’t even fathom how anyone could hurt someone like that, and just for the hell of it?

That same exact night, you silently decided that you will get vengeance for your best friend’s shattered heart. As many different ideas of sweet revenge went through your mind, you came up with your plan. You were going to get close to Cassandra and get into a relationship with her, then when she’s in her most vulnerable moment rip the “sweet” relationship away from her.

....

Today marks the five month anniversary of you and Cassandra’s relationship and y’all spent the day together, of course the day ended with you two having sex and afterwards sleeping in each other’s arms. Though usually Cassandra doesn’t sleep because of her reoccurring nightmares, so she just watches you sleep while smiling to herself thinking of how lucky she is.

She was so comfortable though, even more comfortable than usual. So consequently sleep consumed her, it only took a couple minutes until the dreadful nightmares appeared again.

Ever since she started dating you the nightmares have been about the same topics; you using her for money and fame or you suddenly abandoning her. Cassandra never told you what those reoccurring nightmares were about, her pride is too strong. So usually she just suffered in silence, dealing with the sadness and insecurities alone.

But things were different this time. The current nightmare that consumed her was by far the worst she’s ever experienced. Her eyes shot open, she wanted to scream but couldn’t; the anxiety gripping at her throat and tensing up her muscles. Cassandra closed her eyes and tried to do some breathing techniques to relax herself, being mindful to not wake you up.

She opened her eyes slowly and saw a figure sitting on the edge of the bed. It was you. Cassandra’s heart races a tad bit more due to the startled feeling, which didn’t last for more than a few seconds. She sits up and goes next to you, grabbing your hand tightly.

“Nightmare?” You guessed, fighting a smile from forming and messing up your concerned facade.

“Yeah.” Cassandra responded, putting her head on your shoulder.

“I would ask if you’d like to talk about it but-”

“I do. I wanna talk about it, I can’t hold this in anymore.” She suddenly confessed, a few small tears forming in her eyes as she felt the weight of her held in emotions weighing down on her.

“Oh- that’s surprising, well, go ahead I’m all ears.” You said, wrapping your arm around her.

Cassandra breathes in for a moment, she hesitates to tell you but after feeling your hand squeeze her arm reassuringly that was enough for her to talk. “Y’know before I met you, everyone that I slept with wanted me for only my looks, fame, money, you name it. Like being rich and famous is cool and all but it’s so damn exhausting sometimes.” Cassandra voice wavered and cracked, a few tears falling from her eyes.

“Oh..” is all you can manage to say. Damn you didn’t expect to feel sorry for her. Did your best friend really use her? No it can’t be- was your caring best friend really like that? Suddenly the original intention of vengeance disappeared and conflicting feelings overwhelmed your brain.

A part of you felt bad for your best friend getting their heart broke..but did you really know them? The sudden disappearance of vengeance felt weird and confusing since you were so accustomed to the feeling by now.

Your complex thoughts were interrupted by a hand on your chest. “Let’s go on a date, it’s our five month anniversary after all.” Cassandra said as if nothing ever happened.

You blink twice as you looked at her in shocked, “Uhh- it’s technically the next day..it’s midnight.”

“And? I can still take you on dates whenever I want.” Cassandra declared, sitting up straight before getting up from the soft sheets of the bed. “So what do you say my dear?”

You chuckle lightly at Cassandra’s dramatic mannerisms, watching as she already started getting ready, “Sure since you already decided for me.”

“Oh you know you can’t say no to me.”

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You arrived at the same coffee shop that you two usually go to. Not that you minded, you really don’t need anymore chaos to flood your thoughts. When you walked in Elena was there at the counter, looking at the both of you with her usual blank expression.

Cassandra waves at her before turning to you, “Go find us a seat pretty girl, I’ll order for us. You want your usual right?”

“Yeah the usual, I’ll be over there.” You pointed to the corner of the shop before walking there to have a seat. Looking around you noticed that there was no customers besides y’all, understandable considering how late it was. It was peaceful.

You see Cassandra from afar, talking and paying for the order before walking off to the restroom. You played with the sleeve of your (Cassandra’s) sweater while you waited. Just then you hear the sound of the door bell jingle, quietly signifying that someone has entered the shop. Looking up in curiosity you saw the one person that you didn’t want to see, at least not until you got your emotions all sorted out.

Unfortunately they saw you and walked over smiling, looking to start an unwanted conversation “Hey I didn’t expect you to be here at this hour, what’s up?”

“Uhh I wasn’t able to sleep so-” you lied, they nodded their head in acknowledgment before examining you for a second and their expression changed.

“Wh- why do you have Cassandra’s sweater on?”

There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment. A ironically loud silence. Clearing your throat, trying to think of some excuse. Two hands suddenly grabbed your shirt and yanked you outta your seat, now standing toe to toe against your best friend. They look at you with eyes filled with betrayal and rage.

“I see now, so this is the real you? A two-bit slut that would fuck anyone if given the opportunity.” They said with hostility in their voice.

At this point you had no choice but to tell the truth about the whole vengeance plan. As you open your mouth to speak you gasp at the sudden pain right on your lower stomach. The blood splattered on the floor, luckily the wound wasn’t deep enough to hit your organs but it sure as hell did some damage to your stomach fat protecting that vital organ.

Adrenaline course through your veins causing the pain to become no more, but you just stood in place due to the amount of shock you’re enduring. You step back just to fall and land on your back to the advantage of your now ex best friend.

Is this your demise? Is this really how you go out?

They get on top of you, holding the small metal knife to your throat so closely that you can feel the edge of the blade and the warmth of your blood on it.

“Wait..let me explain” You breathed out before continuing, “I originally dated Cass to break her heart and get vengeance for you but..she got me actually falling in love. I’m sorry my friend that I was selfish. I guess Karma’s a bitch huh.”

“Yeah..she’s a bitch.” They said before fatally stabbing you in the throat, the blade all the way inside.

Bittersweet memories of your relationship with Cassandra flooded your mind, you were suddenly so aware of your heart racing a tiny bit whenever you were around her, the subtle actions you did without even noticing. Cassandra really had you wrapped around her finger without you even realizing it. Wow, after everything how could you betray your own best friend like this? Maybe you were the bad guy after all.

With ears ringing and your vision slowly beginning to fade into darkness, you see Cassandra standing over near the bloody scene with a sinister smile on her face, “The shows over, my love~”

Masterlist

[imagineyourworld]

How the Star Wars characters would take care of you when you’re on your period

Gender not specified (only mentioned that reader has periods)

Warnings: Mentions of menstruation (obviously)

Masterlist

Prequel 

Anakin Skywalker 

Since Anakin grew up with a single mother I believe he’d know quite a bit about periods, but the second your period sets in he starts panicking every single time 

Runs to the nearest store to get you any snacks/medicine you might need or want 

His top priority is getting you comfortable, so he’d put as many pillows and blankets on the bed/couch as possible 

Anakin knows he has his duty as a Jedi, but if you look at him with puppy eyes he would gladly stay with you 

The two of you fall asleep cuddling and watching a movie 

Obi-Wan Kenobi 

This man is organized, he’d probably know your cycle better than you do 

Constantly reminds you to take care of yourself when he knows your period is coming soon 

Obi-Wan’s conscious of your health and makes sure you eat just as much fruit as chocolate (not that you’re complaining, for some reason he always finds the juiciest fruits) 

Makes sure you always have a cup of hot mint tea nearby (seriously, it helps with cramps!) 

If he can’t be with you he tries to check how you’re doing as often as possible 

Padmé Amidala

Padmé knows that periods can be a pain in the ass, but she also knows that you’re tough and can make it through 

That doesn’t mean that she’s not caring! She tries her best to make the most of your time of the month 

When you tell her your period has arrived she often surprises you by working from home (if you live together) or anywhere near you for the day 

Brings the most high-end snacks with her

Padmé always treats you like royalty, but when you’re on your period even more so. I’m talking expensive face masks, massages and shopping sprees (if your’re up for it) 

Original 

Luke Skywalker

Luke’s the sweetest! Doesn’t really understand what you’re going through, but tries his best to be understanding 

Definitely gets tips from Leia on what to do, but also has a few ideas of his own 

Since he grew up on a desert planet the best way to treat you he can think of is a nice warm bath, filled with a bathbomb, flower petals and scented candles 

If you don’t feel good Luke will try to make you laugh or smile (laughter is the best medicine after all). Your favourite is when he reenacts  arguments between Leia and Han or Han and Chewie, imitating voices and all. 

Leia Organa

This queen princess has the perfect plan to help you deal with your period: Distraction 

Sometimes it’s helping her to plan the next attack or supply run, sometimes it’s preparing speeches together, sometimes it’s just talking about everything and nothing. The important thing is that you’re not alone. 

If you’re in too much pain to do anything Leia makes sure that no one says anything disrespectful. You work hard any other day, so she makes sure you get your well deserved rest when you need it. 

When she has time Leia gets somehow manages to get you a hot chocolate and a comfy blanket to go stargazing together. It might be too hot, cold or rainy on whatever planet you’re on, but she makes sure you’re as comfortable as possible. 

Han Solo

Han is a smuggler through and through, he always manages to get you a special tea or fancy chocolate. He keeps a box on the Millenium Falcon and gets you something whenever you start your period. 

Not the most understanding, but he tries and he’s improving. He’s simply not used to periods after spending most of his time with Chewie. 

If you need alone time he’ll let you stay in the Falcon and make sure no one bothers you, but if you want him to be with you he’ll sometimes take you to space, just to fly around and look at new planets from afar. 

Sequels 

Rey Skywalker 

Since Rey grew up on Jakku she never really learned about period cravings, but once she realizes that you crave a certain food (and she is able to give it to you) she’ll make sure you have more snacks than you can eat. 

One time she even tried to cook you your favourite comfort meal, but she ended up with a messy kitchen and burned food. Though once you scrapped the burned parts off it actually tasted pretty good. 

If you can’t get comfortable Rey would softly sing to you, usually just a few verses of a song she once heard and can’t remember all of, but she also made an effort to learn some of your favourite songs. 

Plays with your hair while cuddling. 

Finn 

The first time you got your period he pretty much freaked out, it’s not like they teach biology to storm troopers. But after Rey or Rose explained the basics he’s much calmer. 

Finn constantly asks if you need anything, and even if you decline he’ll show up a few minutes later with a glass of water or your favourite snack. He just wants to make sure you have everything you need. 

If you’re in too much pain to leave your room he’ll get you flowers. Sometimes they’re gorgeous exotic flowers, sometimes they die after a few hours because it had been raining too much, but you’re just happy he cares enough to pick any flowers for you, so you treasure them all. 

If he has time the two of you would just lie in bed while Finn plays with your hair and you tell each other about your day. 

Poe Dameron 

One word: Cuddles. Poe believes that there is no better way to make sure you’re comfortable than right next to him with your head on his shoulder and his arms around you. 

He’ll tell you the most extravagant stories while cuddling. Sometimes he swears they’re all true, sometimes he makes you guess which parts he only told to make you laugh. 

Your day to day life doesn’t often allow for rest, so when you had work to do throughout the day Poe wants to make sure that you’re at least getting a good night’s sleep and massages all the tension from your shoulders before bed. 

He searches the entire base for the tea his mother always drank when she had cramps. Turns out Leia keeps a big box of it for anyone who needs it and Poe brews you more cups than you can drink. 

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This was actually so fun to write! Though I some characters were more difficult than others I think I did ok. 

Let me know what you think and which character you’d want to take care of you when you’re on your period! 

[machinegunbun]

PTSD (Colson)

“Requested?: No

Word count: 797

Tw: Smut, harsh language, VERY slight mentions of Ptsd

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Your breathing was heavy as you came down from your high, Colson inches away from you doing the same.

“Fuck.” You whisper, half amused

“I know.” Colson agrees

“No, everytime we have sex i’m like ‘Okay, I’m gonna hold out. I’m gonna make him come first’”

“Really?” he laughs

“Yeah, and then I end up forgetting like, five minutes in.” You say, causing him to laugh some more. He gives you a faux pout, running a thumb across your cheek.

“Well, we’ll see how that goes for you now that I know it's a competition.” He says

“I think it’ll go pretty smoothly. I’m pretty competitive, you know.” 

“Oh yeah? You ready to give it another try?” He asks, pulling you towards him.

The kiss quickly became rough and messy as you battled for dominance. You tried to remember the goal at hand as his wandered your body, his touch intoxicating. You didn’t know what it was about Colson, but he always had this effect on you. Just looking at him would get your mind whirring and you were pretty sure he knew it.

He slips under the sheets

“No fair, you’re giving yourself a head start.”

“Haha, headstart” He says, making himself laugh as he makes his way back up.

Maybe an hour later, you couldn’t tell if you were honest, you’d been to caught up in trying and failing to win the bet. You’re laid on your stomach, your face buried in the pillow as you bask in the pleasure. You’d lost not once, but twice and that's not even including the first one that started it all. You thought you’d gotten close a few times but in hindsight Colson was probably just playing on praise kink. That's something you’d learned about Colson, he plays dirty.

“You okay?” Colson asks from beside you, moving your hair out of your face so he could see you better. You try your best to respond but all you manage to muster is a pitiful squeak in response

“Damn, you got PTSD. Post traumatic sex disorder.” He jokes, reaching over to rub your legs just under your butt. It was supposed to be comforting, to help with whatever soreness might be happening, but you were already so worked up from the last hour that on instinct you pushed back into his hand. You didn’t know what you were thinking, you weren’t, you knew you couldn’t take another round and yet you continued to push back into his touch.

“This is what got you where you’re at. Asking for more when you know you can’t handle it.” He says, slipping his hand between your legs and pushing them apart. His touches started out light and teasing, taking his time with you as he knows you’re already over stimulated. He slowly picks up the pace in time with your reaction to his touch. Your butt is lifted slightly in the air with your face turned to the side so the pillow isn’t suffocating you, your hips pushing back into his fingers. After the long night you had it was hard to hold out when he was making you feel so good.

“What is wrong with you?Just tap out,” he whispers in your ear, teasing you “you already lost just let go.” the mixture of his fingers and the warmth of his mouth sucking and biting at your neck was driving you crazy. 

You let out a squeak that can be vaguely translated to “im gonna cum”,but to the untrained ear could also be mistaken for you asking for a piece of gum. Your brain and your mouth were barely able to communicate as your orgasm washed over you. When you finally came back down you could swear you lost your eyesight for a second. 

“Seriously? I’ve only been fingering you for like, a minute.” He says, not ready to stop fucking with you.

Your entire body felt like jello as you surrendered back into the pillow. As you laid back down you felt your leg land in something wet and that's when you caught sight of Colson's face. He looked pleasantly surprised, eyes set on your bottom and the wet spot under it. 

“You squirted.” He says, it was unclear if he was telling you or asking for confirmation, but either way it made you blush. He could tell you were tired out from the nights events, so he leaves the room for a moment. When he returns he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom where he lets you stand next to the tub, making sure to keep a hand on you as you climb in incase you were to fall. The bath was full with warm water and bubbles, a bathbomb on the side waiting to be opened. 

“Just call if you need anything.” Colson gives you a kiss on the forehead and with that he leaves to clean and replace the bedsheets.

[hanjizung]

𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣  𝕕𝕒𝕪  𝟙𝟙: 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜.  

Chan x Reader.

Word count: 1.3k

♡ Warnings ♡: soft smut, love-making, loving chan too much, creampie, aftercare.

【ｐｒｅｖｉｏｕｓ　ｄａｙ　||　ｎｅｘｔ　ｄａｙ】

【Ｋｉｎｋｔｏｂｅｒ　ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

You were Chan’s little princess. Everything you wanted, he gave it to you. You knew how much he loved you, it was almost as much as you loved him. 

He was the fire you needed in your life, he was the air you needed in your lungs. And to him, you were the light after the storm, an angel sent from heaven. 

Your bond was so intimate, so powerful and full of passion, love and respect for each other. 

A lot of people thought you were only with him for his money, but they were all wrong. You were with him since the start, you helped him through his darkest day just like he had helped you smile again. 

Everytime you looked at him you felt at home, it felt as if not only your face, but your heart smiled as well when you locked eyes with him, that was how strong your love for him was, and how loved he made you feel when he held you in his arms and made you feel protected, too. 

You loved how he was so determined to keep making music, saying it was his life.it made you happy that after how hard he had it to start getting recognized, people started noticing his talent and he started growing with your support and support from his fans, it was everything he deserved. 

Hardworking as always, Chan often preferred to stay awake and perfect the songs he had been editing lately until he was satisfied with the result. And that usually took him a lot of time, him being a perfectionist with his work.

You waited for him awake every night, tonight being one of those where he would rather finish everything before getting home. You’d send him lots of texts, telling him that you guarded his dinner on the fridge and remembering him of how much you loved him, sending a lot of hearts without waiting for a reply from him. You were used to this, waiting awake for him and hugging him when he tiredly stretched on the bed next to you.

It was 11:47 pm, you heard the front door opening and sat on the bed, a smile on your face as you two met after the long hours you’d been away from each other.

Chan took off his shirt, throwing it somewhere near the basket of dirty clothes that were slowly accumulating. You patted the empty space next to you, indicating him to lay down with you so you could rest in his chest. He smiled at you, letting himself fall next to you and pulling you close to him to kiss you sweetly on the lips.

“Hi, babygirl. Sorry I left you waiting too long” he rested his forehead against yours, kissing the tip of your nose when he finished talking.

"I don't mind waiting if it's you who I'm waiting for, Channie" you giggled, kissing his cheek and tangling one of your legs with his. Chan showed his dimpled smile, making your heart turn inside you. He was adorable, you could stay all day admiring him with a stupid face. 

"I love you, you know that, right?" he caressed the leg that was over his body, dragging you so you would be on top of him in a straddling position. You placed your hands on his bare chest to separate from him, looking at him under you with loving eyes. 

"Of course I know. I love you too, Chan, I'll love you until I stop breathing" you whispered, leaning down to peck his lips. 

Chan's hands found their way to your hips, resting there carelessly. A need of grinding on his crotch consumed you, exigating you to do it. You gave in to your desire of doing so, trying to be as subtle as possible but knowing you failed when Chan's laughter filled your ears. 

"You wanna make love, babygirl?" he murmured. You nodded shyly, hiding your face in his chest. Chan's hands moved from your hips to tug on the shirt that you were wearing and take it off. It was the first shirt you stole from him, you wore it when you missed him or felt too lonely. 

Almost naked, you rocked your hips again just to hear Chan groaning, his growing erection starting to poke your pussy. 

Chan pulled you from the neck to kiss you again, this time more passionately. Your hands roamed down his body, gently brushing his toned body until you reached his jeans and undid them, moving on top of him so you could free his hard cock from its confiness. 

You finally separated from you, breathing heavily. All the kissing made you wet enough to take him easily inside you, so you moved your panties to the side and took his length slowly, moaning in satisfaction from feeling so full and close to him. 

Chan hissed when your walls embraced him entirely, closing his eyes and then sighing. "You feel so good, princess. You're amazing" he said, voice low as he placed his hands on your hips, fingers digging into your soft flesh and helping you move up and down. 

You started moving rigorously above him, doing all the work for both of you. You were panting, your breast jumping freely and legs burning from the pressure of reaching your high. 

Feeling a little tired, Chan was determined to help you by pushing his hips upwards and meeting you in the middle of your movement. This way, his cock reached a sweet spot that left you whimpering, your body shaking a little and you wanting for him to hit there again and again. 

"That's it, baby girl. You're doing great, taking me so good inside you" Chan praised you, motivating you to keep going, you were close to reaching your climax, his sweet words helping you get there. 

Moaning uncontrollably, you tried to keep up the pace but you were growing tired and your orgasm was about to come, your walls clenching around Chan as you stayed still and finally came, your toes curling and breath caught in your throat. 

Under you, Chan moaned, shifting smoothly so you would be under him and he had complete control on the speed of his thrusting, allowing you to rest, doing all the work himself this time. 

He thrusted faster than how you were moving when you were above him, supporting himself on your knees and suddenly stopped. You wanted to ask him if something was wrong, but the question died when you realized he only wanted to get more comfortable, caging you in his arms and letting some of his weight on you. 

His dick twitched inside you and you tried to clench to help him cum. It definitely worked, he looked for your lips and kissed you with lust when his warm cum filled your insides, then he allowed all his weight fall on you from how tired he was, his body squeezing you comfortably. 

Chan's head rested on the crook of your neck, one of your hands caressing his hair and the other brushing against his cheek. He looked so beautiful, so at peace still being inside you. 

"I love you, Chan" you whispered, closing your eyes with a smile on your face. 

"I love you too, Y/N. You're amazing, I'll always be thankful for having you in my life" he responded, kissing your shoulder. 

He finally pulled out from you, getting off of you and walking to the bathroom. 

"I'll prepare a bath for us, you can choose a bathbomb to use" you smiled, he knew you loved seeing the balls dissolving in the water. 

"I know you're tired, Channie. I'll take care of the bath, you stay here resting" you rolled on the bed, standing up and following him to the bathroom. 

"Let's do it together, what do you think?" you arched a brow at him, licking your lips before talking. 

"I think that I can't wait for this to be full and cuddle with you in there" you motioned to the tub. 

"Hmm, you're right, I can't wait to get in there, and hug my precious baby." 

[ashdoesfandomarchieved]

For your requests: Lower Decks senior crew meeting when they talk about dumb stuff. I saw the bar stool meeting in moist vessel and honestly, that was favorite part of that episode.

My apologies! I know this has been sitting in my inbox forever!!

Set in season 1 II AO3 Link

T'Ana is three fingers into her whiskey when Carol drops into her chair. Stress lines combined with her haphazardly styled hair indicates that she's been dealing with a certain wild ensign again. T'Ana feels equal parts amused and exasperated by the fact that Mariner could so easily get under the skin of their captain, but makes no mention of it.

"Aren't you on duty?" Ransom asks, sitting in his chair backwards like he's William fucking Ryker. Whatever, she's not going to ruin his dreams.

She throws back the rest of her drink. "And what of it?" T'Ana lets a bit of a growl into her voice.

Ransom holds up his hands placatingly. Carol eyes her empty glass longingly.

"Sorry-!" Billups yips, flying through the doorway so fast it almost doesn't have time to open for him. "-I didn't realize we had a-"

"It's fine," Carol mutters. "Take a seat."

Billups sits next to Stevens, who's been making weird eye contact with Ransom.

T'Ana doesn't want to know. She pulls her flask out of her lab jacket and takes a swig.

"Is this about the away mission?" Ransom asks, sighing. "Because I swear I didn't know the Gadaorianzes believed bathbombs were devil worship-"

"It's not about that," Carol interrupts, rubbing her temples. By the look on her face it's clear she and Ransom are going to be discussing that in great detail later.

"Okay then," Ransom glances around the room puzzled. "Then what's-"

Carol mumbles something incomprehensible to everyone but T'Ana. Sometimes having enhanced hearing is a perk.

This is not one of those times.

T'Ana pulls out her second flask from her boot and drains it.

"Uh, I didn't quite catch that-" Stevens begins.

"It's about Mariner!" Carol snaps.

T'Ana flattens her ears and rolls her eyes. "You've got to be kidding me."

Shaxs, who's been relatively quiet thus far, exchanges a commiserating glance with her.

"She's never where she should be, she disregards mission protocols, she sasses her superiors, she's not even adhering to dress code half the time-"

"Just demote her then," Ransom says, looking relieved that he's not about to be reamed out in front of the entire senior crew. Yet.

Carol narrows her eyes. "I can't," she mutters.

T'Ana raises an eyebrow. Or her equivalent of one, anyway. "What, she some bigwig's daughter? That make sense," she snorts.

The Captain's eyes get even more squinty. "What's that supposed to mean, Dr. T'Ana?"

"Oh, you let her get away with waaay to much shit for her to be anything less than an Admiral's daughter."

"I heard she's a spy for section-"

"Everyone knows you can't trust shit from the rumor mill on this ship, Billups."

"I'm saying it would make sense! Do you know how much she can bench press?"

"And she's so tiny too," Ransom says, mournfully.

"Eh-"

"Not really-"

"Actually she's taller than me-"

Ransom, who has about eight inches on everyone present, just scowls at the table.

"Cool, so Mariner's making the Captain spazz out," Steven's says, leaning back in his chair. He clearly trying to pull off casual and suave, but not succeeding due to the fact that you can only lean so far back in the swivel chairs before toppling over. "What are we supposed to do about it?"

"This isn't 'problem solving meeting,'" Ransom hisses, "it's our weekly group therapy session, Steve, keep up."

"Wait that's a thing?"

"How long have you been on this ship?" T'Ana asks.

"Four years."

"And you haven't noticed that Freeman calls us in here at least once a week-if not twice-to complain about her mentee?"

"She's not my mentee!"

"You're emotionally attached to her, just sign the adoption papers already," T'Ana shoots back, earning a chuckle of Shaxs.

"You do get this strangely constipated look around her," he adds.

"Hmm, just like the one you get when you look at Ensign Rutherford?" T'Ana adds, smirking.

"I don't have fatherly feelings toward-"

"You all disgust me," T'Ana says, shaking her head.

"Don't worry, someday you'll find an adorable, wide eyed Ensign to adopt," Carol says, patronizingly, something of a grin melting away the stress in her face.

"So you're admitting that you wanna adopt the problem child?"

Carol scowls. "I didn't call this meeting to be-"

"We are in fucking basement levels of denial," T'Ana groans. She drops her head onto the table and feels around in her back pocket for another flask.

"Just throw her in the brig again and be done with it," Ransom mutters, circling back to the original topic at hand. "It's not as if she can get up to much trouble there."

"Don't say that," Billups moans, probably remembering the last time Mariner was thrown in the brig. T'Ana hadn't been there for it personally, but she knows Carol deleted the security footage for therapy related reasons.

"Can't you just bribe her? Can she be bribed?" Steven muses.

"That's against regulation." Carol's considering expression is at odds with her words.

"Find her weakness and use it against her," Ransom says, filing his nails.

"She doesn't have weaknesses." Carol's face is now intense.

"She has friends right? Surely they're an influence on her."

Carol scowls. "Trust me, I tried that. Her best friend has some sort of loyalty crush on her and the rest of them would sooner break the rules than try and intervene."

"You have only one choice than," Shaxs says, voice rumbling.

Everyone turns to look at him.

"Give up."

"What!"

"Did he really just say that?"

"Shaxs!"

"No no. He's right."

T'Ana grabs the bottle of vodka ducktapped under the table and uncorks it. It's going to be a long afternoon.

[cactusnymph]

Prompt fill #10 for @dimension20alphabet:

Jitters / Joy

One of the most important lessons Gorgug has learned from his parents is to always talk about his feelings—not necessarily with his parents, but with someone, maybe even anyone, especially if it was something that makes him feel bad.

 Gorgug learned that his parents are usually right about stuff like this when he simply gave up on talking about his rage issues—simply because his parents were never angry in their life and it had been frustrating to try and explain it to them. Instead of just going away, like Gorgug had hoped, his anger had become worse.

 Now he has Zelda and Ragh to talk to when his anger feels overwhelming or shameful or scary. And his parents were right.

 Talking about his feelings helps.

 Or, in this special case, freaking out with either one of those two or both of them was really good to keep his anger in check in the long run.

 Sometimes finding the right person to talk to about a specific problem is a challenge. He has tried to breach his recent conundrum with Fig, but she only stared at him with blank eyes and seemed so confused that Gorgug decided that she wasn’t the right person for the job. To be fair, maybe she was still scarred from that whole debacle with her mom and Garthy. Or maybe she is just so in love with Ayda that she can’t imagine being in his position at all.

 Finally, Gorgug decides on Jawbone.

 Jawbone is great to talk to for a big variety of topics, although sometimes Gorgug just prefers talking to someone his own age. But in this case it seems unlikely to find someone and Jawbone is perfect simply because Gorgug knows that Jawbone has experience with the topic that’s keeping Gorgug up at night.

 That topic being polyamory.

 When he first heard about it in relation to Jawbone he hadn’t really known what it meant, so he asked Adaine about it. Adaine who—in Gorgug’s book knows about almost everything—didn’t disappoint and explained that some people are in a relationship with more than one person.

 Gorgug still remembers the feeling in his stomach that reminded him of missing a step on one of the stairs at school or the first few seconds of an elevator moving down. He identified the emotion as excitement, which then led to guilt towards Zelda.

 Feelings are really complicated.

 He walks around in front of Jawbone’s office for what feels like an eternity and his nervousness gets worse the longer he walks, so finally he just rips the door open and forgets to knock.

 Jawbone is eating a salad and chokes on a lettuce leaf when Gorgug nearly pulls the door off its hinges before quickly entering.

 “Um—sorry”, he says sheepishly and scratches the back of his neck.

 “Hey there, Gorgug. I would say come in, but...”, Jawbone chuckles and motions to one of the cozy armchairs standing in front of his desk. Gorgug sits down and tries not to accidentally break anything while his fingers nervously try to find something to occupy themselves with.

 “What’s up, kiddo?”, Jawbone asks gently and puts his salad bowl aside.

 “I guess I wanted to talk to you... about—um. About you being poly?”, Gorgug says, his voice a little higher than normal. He tries to calm his breathing but his stomach feels a little bit like someone dropped one of Fig’s bathbombs in there.

 “About me being poly? Or about you possible being poly?”, Jawbone asks and Gorgug feels a flush on his cheeks.

 “Yeah. I mean. About me, I guess.”

 “Okay, that’s cool. So, tell me a little bit about that”, Jawbone says encouragingly and smiles at him, pushes his glasses up and leans back in his chair.

 “Uh—well. I’m—hm. So, Zelda is my girlfriend. And I—I—uh. Iloveher. And. And it’s really good being with her and I don’t want to break up or anything. But—um. But I also like someone else? If that makes sense.”

 “Yeah, that makes total sense to me, kiddo. So, have you talked to Zelda about liking someone else?”

 “No. I’m scared to hurt her. Like, what if she thinks I don’t like her anymore because I like another person? Or if she thinks she’s not good enough as a girlfriend. She’s, like. Really awesome. I don’t want to make her feel bad. And—and I don’t know if that—if that other person... Um. If h—if they like me back at all.”

 Jawbone is listening to him patiently and nodding along, like he knows exactly what Gorgug is talking about. It makes him feel a little less nervous and he finally manages to loosen his grip on the armrests of the chair.

 “So, the most important things about polyamory are communication and consent, right? Truth being told, that’s the most important thing in any relationship, but if you’re potentially juggling more than one partner, then it becomes even more essential. And if you and Zelda trust each other, there should be no problem in expressing your feelings, right? Liking another person doesn’t have to take away from you liking Zelda. Just like you liking Riz doesn’t take away from you liking Fabian or Fig or Kristen or Adaine. And hey, maybe she will be a little shocked, or maybe she will say that she’s not poly, or doesn’t want to try. And it might end up staying a closed relationship, right? That’s entirely possible. But if she’s open for it and trusts you, then maybe you two can talk about it and you can think about telling that other person about your feelings too. It’s just important that everyone is open about their feelings and everyone knows about what’s going on, you know?”

 Gorgug nods.

 Being open about feelings is something he’s been working on anyway, and something he’s been taught since he was small. He thinks about what Jawbone said and it makes sense, that just because he has five friends, that doesn’t mean his love for them is diminished by liking other people too.

 Now that he thinks about it, romance seems to be the only thing that has this pressure of being an exclusive thing. Parents are supposed to love all their children equally. Siblings might like some more than others, but Gorgug assumes that this doesn’t have anything to do with the number of siblings. He loves both of his dads, too.

 It makes sense.

 “I can give you some stuff to read, if you’re interested”, Jawbone says, watching him attentively as if to see if Gorgug is upset. But Gorgug, now that he has entangled his worries into words and said them out loud, and after thinking about what Jawbone said, feels an inexplicable sense of joy about his new understanding of things.

 He’s not sure he would have gotten here on his own, but he’s learned that he doesn’t have to.

 And the thought about having two partners is such a happy potential unfolding in front of him that he feels a smile spreading over his face.

 “Yeah. Yeah, I think I would like that”, he says. “Thanks a lot, Jawbone. I’ll—uh. I’ll talk to Zelda. And. And um—maybe then I’ll talk to... Ragh. Depending on how it goes with Zelda.”

 Jawbone’s face breaks into a big smile and he reaches over the desk to clasp his clawed hand on Gorgug’s shoulder.

 “I’ll have my fingers crossed for you, kiddo. Ragh is a good kid. And so are you and Zelda. I’ll lend you that book when you come over next time, okay?”

 “Yeah. Yeah, okay. I feel like I might be over again soon”, Gorgug says and scratches the back of his neck as Jawbone chuckles.

 “Well, I’m glad I could help you out, Gorgug. If you have any more questions, my door’s always open.”

 “Thanks, Jawbone.”

 “No problem, kiddo. And by the way? Welcome to the community.”

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Puppy Love - Henry Cavill Smut

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“Happy anniversary, Mrs. Cavill.” Henry whispers. He goes to his knees before you and smiles up. His ocean eyes shimmer up at you. “You too, my love.” You purr. You gently tangle your fingers into his curls. 

“You are so beautiful, honey.” He murmurs. He presses his lips to the slight swell of your belly. You smile down on him. “You make me feel very beautiful.” You whisper. That makes Henry grin proudly. He kisses your belly a few more times. “You are already radiating.” He says. 

“Why thank you, puppy.” You whisper. With that, you set the tone. “What are your desires tonight, my love?” Henry cooes. “I want to take it slow. And I want you to make sweet sweet love to me.” You answer. “Oh gladly.” Henry says sweetly. His hands stroke your thighs and he nuzzles your stomach. “How about a bath first?” He suggests. You give a thoughtful little noise. “Yes, I would like that.” You agree. Henry smiles widely and stands up. 

“I’ll fill the tub, you go undress, alright.” He purrs. He leans down to kiss you. You happily kiss him back and begin taking off your clothes, throwing them into the hamper. Henry stands by and looks at you while you do it. “Weren’t you going to fill the tub, puppy?” You ask. Henry chuckles. “I’m sorry, my love. I just can’t take my eyes off of you.” He says playfully. You roll your eyes. “Just go do it.” You tell him. “Yes ma’am.” Henry cooes. 

He heads into the bathroom and you look at his ass. He has such a great ass. 

You follow behind him, swaying your hips. Henry looks at you over his shoulder and grins widely at you. “You are so beautiful, honey.” He cooes. “And you are very handsome, puppy.” You cooe. You hoist yourself onto the laundry machine and watch Henry while he opens the tap and makes sure the water is warm enough. “Do you want scented oil, or a bathbomb, my love?” He asks, searching eye contact. He knows that the eye contact is important when he asks you a question. “Scented oil.” You confirm. Henry grabs the bottle of oil with pine scent. “Good boy.” You praise. Henry pours some oil into the bath and it begins to create suds right away. The scent of pine fills the bathroom. You happily inhale, feeling calm and safe.

“Now undress for me, puppy.” You purr. Henry obliges right away. In a leisurely pace, he takes off his clothes, revealing his amazing physique. Even when he is approaching forty, he looks like the gods sculpted him. You bite your lip at the sight of him. “Damn Henry.” You whisper warmly. Henry smirks and turns away. He drops his trousers and then ever so slowly peels off his boxers. “Goddamn puppy, you have an amazing ass.” You say. 

Henry comes to you, his eyes keeping yours in thrall. You don’t even look at his cock. It is the love in his eyes you fancy more. He picks you up bridal style. “Remember our honeymoon?” He murmurs warmly. “As though it were yesterday.” You snuggle up against Henry’s broad chest. “Well it was exactly a year ago.” Henry chuckles. 

He gently lets you down in the water.  The water is hot and scents so delightfully of pine. Henry sits down behind you and puts his arms around you. His large hands cup the swell of your belly. “I am so insanely happy, honey.” He murmurs. He places soft kisses along your shoulder. “So am I, puppy.” You reply warmly. Henry’s mouth wanders over your neck, lavishing at your skin. You moan softly. “I like that sound.” Henry murmurs. He smiles against your skin. You smile too, stroking his knuckles. 

“I love you so much.” Henry murmurs. “And I love you.” You lean back against him. 

Henry continues to kiss your neck. His hands carefully rub your belly. “I love the both of you.” He purrs. “And we love you.” You reply.

He paws at your thighs. You know he is getting eager. You can feel his cock against your back. He’s already half hard. “Not yet Puppy, first we bathe.” You cooe. “Yes ma’am.” Henry says calmly. But his cock hardens a little more and he runs one hand up to your breasts. He rubs at your nipples and you can’t help a moan. “Just bathing, huh?” Henry asks mischievously. “You are the one who can’t keep their hands to themselves.” You wise ass. “Well, with a wife like you, I really can’t be blamed.” Henry replies. He pinches your nipple for good measure. A droplet of milk wells up from it. “Oooh, we haven’t had that before.” Henry says. He swipes it up and brings it to his mouth. “Motherhood becomes you already.” He purrs. You fluster a little. “Oh puppy, you are such a flatterer.” You murmur. Henry chuckles and kisses your shoulder ever so gently. 

After a good while of just soaking, Henry starts to wash your hair. He is very gentle and very careful. He rinses your hair with the showerhead while he sings softly to you. 

Your husband never fails to make you feel loved.

You wash his hair in return. Henry happily lets you lather his curls with his fragrant shampoo. You massage his scalp and twist his curls around your fingers. You know very well Henry cannot get enough of you playing with his hair. You rinse the shampoo out of his hair and brush his curls off of his forehead.

Henry wraps a big fluffy towel around you. “That was very nice, honey.” He purrs. “Yes it was.” You agree. You look up at Henry. He leans down and kisses you softly. You smile against his lips and turn your body ever so slowly to his. Henry grabs you by the hips and draws you against himself. He is hard as a rock. “I want you so bad, honey.” He growls. He nips at the shell of your ear. You moan softly. “Not yet, puppy.” You tisk. “Dry me off first, and then yourself.” You all but order. “Yes honey.” Henry murmurs sweetly. He obliges, drying you off gently, slowly, paying the utmost attention to your changing body.

“You are so beautiful like this.” Henry once more kneels before you, to rub your belly with loving dedication. He presses a kiss to your belly and looks up at you. “I love you.” He murmurs. “I love you too.” You run your hand through his damp curls. Henry strokes your folds. “Not yet.” You tell him strictly. He gives you a pitiful look. “But I want you so badly, honey.” He says. You shake your head. “You dry yourself off first, puppy.” You order. “Yes honey.” Henry says, although there is some defiance in his voice. You grab him by the chin. “What was that puppy?” You ask. “Yes honey.” This time Henry sounds more obedient. “Good boy.” You purr.

He dries himself off while you watch. “Damn, I am a lucky woman.” You say. 

Henry hangs away the towels and scoops you up in his arms. He carries you into the bedroom. “And I am a lucky man.” He murmurs. He lays you down on the bed and smiles down upon you. “You are such a beautiful and sweet woman. What did I do to deserve you?” He lays down beside you. He runs his fingers along the swell in your belly. “And I am so grateful you’ll make me a father.” He cups your face and draws you in for a kiss. You happily kiss him back. “I love you.” Henry whispers to your lips. “I love you too.” You reply. You tangle your legs with his and lick your tongue into his mouth. Henry groans. You feel his cock throb against your thigh. 

You help his cock between your thighs. Henry moans softly. “Your skin is so warm, honey.” He whispers. Slowly you grind yourself down on his cock. “I want you so badly puppy.” You moan. “I .. I could .. I could fuck you.” Henry grunts. You shake your head. “Not yet, I want you to take your time on me.” You cooe. “Hmmm, gladly.” Henry whispers. 

He draws your body against his and kisses you. His lips are sweet and slow upon yours. He understood what you meant by taking the time. You hook your leg around his hip. Henry groans slowly against your mouth. You bring one hand to Henry’s face, cupping his cheek. Henry smiles against your lips and his tongue slowly pokes out to play. You don’t yet let him in. Slowly does mean slowly. Henry slides his hand from your side to your butt. He gropes at you and you moan. He takes the opportunity to lick into your mouth. Henry grins against your lips and slowly grinds against you. His cock rubs at your folds. You can’t help another moan. Henry greedily swallows the sound.

He gently topples you over. “I am going to keep you up all night, honey.” He murmurs. “Oh you better, when I said we’d take our time, I meant that.” You cooe in reply. Henry chuckles ever so softly. “Yes honey, as you say.” He purrs. He kisses you slowly, grinding down on you ever so slightly. The hardness of him makes you moan into his mouth. He is so firm and so strong. He is everything you could ever want. He is everything you will ever want and need. He is the absolute love of your life.

Henry’s mouth wanders from your mouth to your jaw. You moan softly under his touch. “Oh Henry.” You press up against him. “Hmm, honey the sounds you make.” He nips softly at your jaw. “Oh god! Puppy!” You all but squeal. “Fuck yes.” Henry answers. Slowly his kisses trail down. He sucks a hickey on your throat. You curl against him, grinding your pelvis against his. Henry groans to your skin. “Oh god, honey.” He mutters. He inhales the scent of you and grinds down. His throbbing hardness grinds against your folds. You moan loudly. “You are so hard, puppy.” You purr. “It is what you do to me, my love.” Henry breathes heavily. His mouth slides to the junction of your shoulder and neck. He gives you a firm nip. “Oh!” You cry out in pleasure. “You like that, don’t you?” Henry purrs. “Yes puppy, do it again.” You make it sound like a mild order. “Yes honey.” Henry whispers. He nips you again, this time most certainly leaving marks. “Oh yes, do that again puppy.” You order. “Gladly.” Henry murmurs. He leaves another mark.

Henry trails kisses to your chest. “Look how hard your nipples are.” He murmurs. “And who is to blame for that?” You taunt, coyly. “Hm, that must be all my fault.” Henry purrs. He nips at your right nipple and then suckles down on the left. You moan loudly and rake your hands through his curls. He flicks his tongue at the hardened numb. “Such a good puppy.” You praise. You pull lightly on his hair to elicit a groan. Henry almost forfeits your nipple, but then sucks it into his mouth again. “Such a good puppy indeed.” You moan. Henry gives your nipple another bite. “Oh yes!” You cry out.

Henry sits up on his haunches and looks down on you. “You are gorgeous like this, my love.” He murmurs warmly. “You are too.” You murmur. You lift your hand to cup his cheek. Henry smiles gently at you. “Thank you.” He whispers. He leans in and kisses you slowly. You taste the love he feels for you on his lips. “I love you too.” You whisper against his mouth. Henry smiles and then slowly breaks the kiss. He looks down on you, his blue eyes shimmering. Not a moment do you regret marrying him. 

His mouth wanders lower again, down your breasts, to your belly. 

He rains butterfly kisses on your belly. His fingers stroke your skin. “I love you. I love the both of you.” He murmurs. “We love you too, puppy.” You cooe, stroking his face. Henry noses at the swell of your womb for a moment, before his lips venture lower.

They find your thighs, stroking the soft flesh ever so tenderly. You whine in pleasure. “More of that?” Henry asks warmly. “Yes puppy, but take it slow.” You cooe. “Of course, my love.” Henry replies. He spreads kisses over every inch of your thighs, leaving no spot of skin uncovered. You can only moan below him. 

His breath fans across your folds. You whimper, primed to his touch. “N-not yet.” You order feebly. “Why not?” Henry looks up at you, his ocean eyes shimmering with lust. “I want to draw it out.” You reply. “As you wish.” Henry murmurs.

He spends a good while kissing down your legs, licking secret patterns on the insides of your knees. Your moan and whimper and carefully roll onto your belly. It is not yet too swollen for that. 

Henry’s lips venture from the back of your thighs to your butt. Playfully he bites. You squeal in delight. “Fuck, you are delicious.” Henry groans. He bites your other cheek and gropes greedily at your soft flesh. He can’t get enough of your ass. “You turn me on so much.” He whispers. The sound of the lust in his voice alone is enough to make your core leak wet arousal. Henry smells it. “Damn you’re horny.” He whispers. He runs one finger between your folds, teasing your entrance. You are so fucking tempted to just let him have it. “Not yet puppy!” You tell him firmly. “Yes my love.” Henry removes his finger from your womanhood and you whine at the loss. But you are strong willed and demand to take it slow. 

Henry kisses up your spine. Slowly and steadily he rises up your back. His mouth reaches your neck and his body eclipses yours. You can feel his massive cock rest against your ass. Your core clenches on nothing, greedy to be filled. You whimper, rubbing your ass against Henry’s erection. Henry groans against your ear. “You are testing my self control.” He whispers. “If you don’t do as I say, I will punish you.” You reply. “What will you do.” Henry asks, biting the shell of your ear. “I will tie you up and put a ring around your cock. I will edge you until you are sobbing and then let you cum undone. And then you can watch me fuck myself with the cast we made of your cock.” You answer. Henry groans darkly in reply. “You are so cruel.” He breathes. “So you better obey.” You singsong.

He grinds down against your ass for a few moments longer. His mouth lavishes at your ears and neck. You moan hotly and rub up against him. “You are testing my self control.” Henry groans against your neck. “You know the consequences, puppy.” You cooe. Henry grinds his cock firmly down against your ass. You feel precum smearing over your skin. You are definitely testing him. You want to know just how far you can push him. 

Henry’s mouth lowers again, down your spine, at a snail's pace. You moan and relax below him. “You are so good to me puppy.” You praise. “Of course I am, my love.” Henry purrs sweetly. He bites at your ass again and then lower to taste of your arousal. He groans softly. “I can’t hold back anymore.” He whispers. He carefully runs a finger over your entrance. You whine loudly. “Puppy.” You warn him, but it is without bite. You can barely wait to have him inside you. “Yes, my love?” Henry asks. His finger dips lower to carefully tease your clit. “Oh yes, puppy, make me cum.” You tell him. “Yes my love.” Henry says obediently. He touches you gently, with the exactly right amount of speed and pressure. You moan and stick out your pelvis a bit more. Henry leans in to taste you again. “Hmmm fuck, you are so amazing.” He murmurs. You can only whimper at his ministrations.

Slowly Henry pushes a finger into your wet wanting core. “Oh .. oh yeah.” You moan. “Do it puppy.” You encourage him. He thrusts in a second finger and begins to fuck you with both digits. You moan loudly and stick out your pelvis a little more. “Hmm, I can barely wait to be inside you.” Henry whispers. He leans over and spreads hot kisses along your lower back and ass. “You have to make me cum first.” You tell him. “I will honey, I will.” Henry whispers.

He arches his fingers towards your belly button and you squeal. It is exactly the correct spot. “Oh yes, oh god Henry!” You moan loudly. All your muscles tighten. You can taste your climax. “More, puppy more!” You cry out. Henry’s thumb brushes your clit. That is enough to push you over the edge. The tension in your muscles comes to a head. You moan loudly and white out for a few seconds. Your climax is intense enough to force some tears from your eyes, as well as an euphoric laugh. 

“That sounded like it felt good.” Henry whispers, pressing kisses on your neck and your neck. “It was amazing.” You whisper. 

You roll back onto your back. Henry looks down on you, licking his lips. “May I fuck you now?” He asks softly. “What is the magic word?” You cooe. “Please, please may I fuck you?” Henry whispers. “Of course you may.” You smile up at him. You open your legs wide enough to accommodate Henry’s sculpted hips. He nests himself between your thighs and grinds down on you. You moan loudly. You can barely wait to have him inside you. “Do it.” You whisper hotly. “Yes my love.” Henry says obediently. He lines himself up. You all but tremble in anticipation. “Now.” You order. Henry obliges right away. He slowly pushes himself inside you. You moan loudly and drag your nails down his wise shoulders. “Oh fuck!” Henry groans loudly. “Oh gods, Henry, you feel so good inside me.” You answer him. “Inside you is good, it is so good to feel you around me like this.” Henry whispers. 

He slowly begins to fuck you. You cling to him, dragging your nails along his back and digging them into his skin. “Oh gods, oh fuck!” You cry out loudly. Henry moans wildly back at you. With every slow thrust he groans darkly. But he is quick to pick up speed. He ploughs into you without mercy. He leans his forehead against yours and sinks into you to the hilt with every thrust. Your muscles tense around his cock. You feel you will cum again. “Oh fuck, honey, cum for me, cum for me please. I will cum with you.” Henry mumbles. He is almost out of his mind with pleasure. “Yes, together.” You agree in a hushed voice. “If you fuck me harder.” You taunt, digging your nails into his ass. Henry groans loudly. 

He fucks you as hard and as fast as he can, sweat rivuletting off of his back. His hair sticks in wet curls to his forehead. All your muscles tighten, you are so close you can almost taste it. “Do it, puppy, breed me.” You whisper against the shell of his ear. “Hmmm fuck!” Henry cries out. He spends himself inside you and at the same time you climax on his cock. Your inner walls contract and your womb swallow his seed. Your moans mingle and your sweaty bodies stick together. 

Henry retracts while he is softening. “Holy fuck that was amazing.” He breathes. He kisses you sloppily and falls down on the cushions. You curl against him, resting your head on his chest. “I love you.” You whisper. “I love you too.” Henry murmurs softly.

[floraluniversal]

BB x Stephanie 💚💖

♥ Send a ship and I'll give you who:

Gives nose/forehead kisses:

They would both definitely do this, but I think Steph would do it a little more. She’s not super confident in her kissing abilities (rightfully so, no one’s a good kisser the first time), but there’s nothing to be messed up on a forehead/nose kiss. It’s cute, it’s wholesome.

Gets jealous the most

Stephanie’s kinda clingy and a little attention-demanding, but not jealous, so it would have to be BB if it did happen. I doubt it would get bad though, there’s not really anyone in her life to be jealous over

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive

Steph can’t drink because of magic...If BB got drunk, they’d be out there walkin’, cause she can’t driiive. She would attempt to call an uber, buuuut... I wouldn’t count on her being able to figure the app out.

Takes care of on sick days

100% Stephanie, she loves to help out their group’s healer and take care of people whenever she can, so she wouldn’t have it any other way, even if they’re both sick. He’s a hero after all, he has to be on his feet quick and can’t stay behind to take care of some silly little sick universal.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day

That would be BB, he’d literally have to drag her, even just to the beach. She’s scared of the ocean and CAN’T SWIM. Though, with BB on her side, some gentle reassurance and a lot of staying close, the fear would ease up and they’d both end up enjoying it! Maybe after a few good experiences, it might even be Steph dragging BB into the water.

Luckily, in their case, shyness is not the reason why she has to be dragged. They’re both strange and cool as heck, so people staring isn’t a problem!

Gives unprompted massages

They would both do this when they can tell the other is tense. This falls under the natural caretaking reflex for Steph. His work is hard and intense on the body, that tension and possible back pain has to be relieved somehow and the girl is more than happy to lend her gentle hands to that, but unlike sick days she won’t be saying no to a massage. Having a lot of magic and not being able to let it out gets kinda taxing too...

They could both always use a good massage. Or a good long soak in Stephanie’s huge bathtub.

Drives/rides shotgun

My girl can’t drive and gets motion sick very easily, so she has to sit in the front no matter if she wants to. Hopefully he’s a careful driver! If not, she may refuse to ride with him!

Brings the other lunch at work

This one is difficult with his work and her lack of work. It’s easier for him to bring her lunch to the garden, because her routine is predictable. But that doesn’t mean she won’t try her hardest! She’ll try to show up at the tower to bring him and all the other Titans a nice home cooked home grown lunch.

Has the better parental relationship

Neither of them are in a good position to talk here. While his actual parents were good to him, they were taken from him too soon leaving him with a mountain of regrets. And while her mother is alive, she was abusive and tried to murder her when she got her powers.

Parental relationships aren’t a good topic with them.

Embarrassingly drunk dancer

Stephanie isn’t allowed to drink, like a lot of other big capacity magic users, but BB isn’t the kind to do embarrassing dances when drunk. Quite the opposite actually, he’d awaken his inner dancing queen instead and throw down the most amazing jig!

Still cries watching Titanic

BB would try to tough it out in front of his girl, but Steph would be straight up bawling. Not for the reason you think though. Those aren’t tears from being moved, these are tears of fear, cause it’s a boat sinking in the ocean, Stephanie’s biggest nightmare. To her, Titanic is a horror movie with romance spinkled in.

Firmly believes in couples costumes

The first year, they’d be kinda indifferent to matching costumes, but then it would become a sort of a tradition! It would be a huge lost opportunity, especially since they both have pointy ears! With BB’s incredible comic and pop culture knowledge, they would pick out the best elf characters to dress up as every single year.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas

They would both break it, she’d spend all her saved up allowance on comics and games and maybe a cute custom pointy ear squad couples hoodie  and he’d go ham on the candles and bathbombs, bath salts, plushies. They’d both be kinda embarrassed about it, but then laugh it off.

Makes the other eat breakfast

When they’re together, there’s no one person making the other food, Steph wouldn’t allow herself to be pampered with a lie-in. They both make the food together, because it’s fun and it’s more good quality time spent together. Though things tend to be a little messier when they both cook as they joke around a lot and that leads to accidents.

Remembers anniversaries

Beast Boy has a lot on his plate as a hero, so an anniversary may easily slip his mind! That’s what Stephanie thought could happen anyway, so she made them both matching little anniversary calendars with cute photos they took together over their time knowing one another! So now they both get to remember plans and anniversaries easily no matter what..

Brings up having kids

I believe Stephanie would be the one to mention it first. It is her dream after all to have a family of her own. But she wouldn’t bring it up to actually plan a family, but to question whether it even was possible. They both may be human, but his world’s humans and her world’s humans work a little differently. Magic is an intergral part of conception, the two parents’ magic combines to create the basis of a soul.

Either it wouldn’t be possible at all or they’d have a large chance of having a changeling, which are beings with fluid souls that can change into absolutely anything (how fitting)

[dadzawa-adopt-dabi]

Learn some dam self care Keigo.

Dabi has noticed Keigo getting tired.

"What's the matter? Don't they don't give you Heroes breaks?" He mocks to cover up the sliver of concern.

"Not me." Is the short and bitter response. Its genuine for once.

Dabi puts off the next meeting for a few days to try and give him a break. Spying and working double shifts nearly everyday is obviously leaving the Hero with little time to rest. He’s not worried, really he isn’t, but Keigo may have stumbled a few times last meeting. He caught himself and didn't appear drunk wich leaves exhaustion.

When he messages the hero again it's just to tell him the next meeting time and location. Hopefully the dumb bird has rested up and they can get back to exchanging information.

Dabi ends up running a little late again. Toga wouldn't leave him alone about meeting Hawks and he had to shake her loose before he came to see him.

Keigo is curled into the corner of a sofa and is folded into his wings when Dabi walks into the warehouse.

"No greeting birdy? And after i let you have time off" Dabi notices that Keigo actually dosnt look much better than he had a couple days ago. He makes a note to check social media and see if Hawks had been pulling double shifts the entire time.

"It's fucking cold. Let's just get on with this." Keigo grumbles from inside the cocoon of his wings. He sits himself up straighter but keeps his wings around himself as a makeshift blanket.

It's about 20 minutes into the conversation before Keigo stops talking midsentence. A few moments later he falls forward and Dabi rushes to catch him.

That's it. Its officially intervention time. Keigo is obviously being overworked. He had stopped talking at several points in the meeting, loosing his train of thought or dozing off before jolting himself awake. He's looked him up on his phone while Keigo was struggling to stay awake and Keigo hasn't had a night or day off in weeks. Its past a burnout pace.

So it's not a complete surprise when he finally gives up and falls asleep.

Dabi calls Kuroguri and tells him to pick him up and prepare for a guest as Keigo struggles to wake up again. Keigo is mumbling at him and trying to stand but stumbling, so Dabi walks him straight back into the opening warp gate.

"Your meeting the boss. Oh and I'm kidnapping you until further notice." Dabi casually states and follows after him to see Shigaraki steadying him on the otherside. He had on his gloves he usually used for gaming and was scowling at Dabi already. Kuroguri had warped them right into the living room.

This is going to cause shenanigans and Shig knows it.

"Is he drunk? He can't even stand. What are you doing bringing him here right now?" Shigaraki let Keigo go when he tried to jerk out of his hold.

"I- I'm too- I can't, Dabi?" Keigo mumbled and moves toward Dabi.

"It's fine Keigo. Shig is just concerned. It's fine he's got his gloves on." Dabi muttered to the tired bird and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Is he drunk or what?" Shigaraki hovered nearby.

"Remember how I was saying the Hero commission was pushing him too hard? He's not drunk, just sleep deprived and exhausted. So I kidnapped him"

Shigaraki scratched at his neck.

"Is he always like this? Is there anyone coming to look after him?"

"Not as far as I know. Hey Magne can you start a bath? He's pretty cold." Dabi started leading Keigo down the hallway.

Toga appeared at his elbow and got a good look at Keigo.

"He can use one of my bath bombs. He looks like he needs some self care."

" You can lecture him on self care when he wakes up later." He continued supporting Keigo and was guiding him down the hall to the bath.

" Can you make sure he stays upright in the bath?" Shigaraki asked Shuichi in the corner.

Shuichi hoped up passing his game to Shig to save for him.

"I can bath myself." Keigo insisted and pulled away from Dabi. Waking up a little bit more. He stumbled again and leaned against the wall.

"This really isn't necessary, I appreciate it, but this happens all the time."

Shuichi grabbed his hands and pulled him upright causing a glove to slip off.

"Shouldn't happen at all" muttered a concered Kuroguri from the kitchen as Shuichi made a choked sound.

Keigo snatched his glove back and shoved it on.

"Fuck that's gotta hurt dude, no need to hide those here. I've got mine long. No one cares if I cut them or not bro" Spinner spread his hands out to show Keigo the talons Magne and Toga had painted just a few days ago.

He took Keigo's other hand and tugged off the glove. Keigo's nails revealed as talons clipped short and frayed.

"Dabi can keep watch." Keigo muttered. If this was going to be how he met the rest of the LoV it was better the devil he knew with him while he was vunerable.

Dabi wheezed behind him and coughed to clear his chest.

"Not a good idea" he coughed out.

"No he can not. He would be useless" Shig said while trying not to laugh.

"The hell you all standing around talking for? Let's get bird boi bathed changed and in bed. Not Dabi's bed. They're still not at that point evidently" Magne stated.

"I'm not a child. And I have patrol in 3 hours. I can't just skip." Keigo followed anyways. Sleep sounded so nice and technically he was still spying while he was here.

"Stage one kidnapping and get Kuroguri on a soapbox for Hero treatment and schedules. Got it." Sako grinned.

"You better give me that soapbox. First Shouta now this young man. I've got quite a bit to say to society on how much they demand from heros." Kuroguri appeared to be writing a speech already.

"I'm here so how are you going to fake a kidnapping?" Keigo was really getting tempted by the idea of that rest. Why the hell was the LoV so nice? Maybe if he asked Dabi would dry his feathers off for him?

Too nice. All this sounded too good to be true.

"Magicians never reveal there secrets"

"Wouldnt you like to know feather boi?" Toga cackled as she reappeared with gold and pink bathbombs.

"Keep your secrets then. Also thank you Toga I've been wanting to try these." Fuck it Keigo decided. He was tired and could spy properly when he more rested. This was somehow nothing what he expected the LoV to be and everything Dabi had implied they were for him.

"We are talking about whatever the hell these guys think is going on when I wake up" Keigo took the bathbombs and followed after Shuichi. Only bumping into the wall a few times.

Keigo only nodded off in the bath once and Shuichi threw a rubber duck at him when he did.

"What else does the Hero concil have you hide?" Shuichi asked trying to keep Keigo talking and awake.

"Um I have a 3rd eyelid my visor obscures? My talons are actually my fault at this point. I have to regularly clean and straighten my feathers or use them all up. They are a lot of maintenance but most of its second nature at this point." Keigo stuttered in some parts.

"Eye markings?" That's something Shuichi was actually curious about.

"Not makeup. Most people just assume its eyeliner but I was born with them." Keigo finished rinsing out his hair and held out a hand for a towel.

"Cool. Dabi thought so but I totally thought it was eyeliner."

"How often does Dabi talk about me?" Keigo shrugged into some sweats and a shirt that had a deep v already cut for his wings. That was thoughtful.

"He talks about you a lot."

"Does he like me or something? Do you think he would mind helping me dry out my wings? I dont want to annoy him" Keigo went to leave.

"How are both of you this clueless? You are literally wearing his sweats. Yes he would help you with your wings. we all would if he would challenge us to a pvp for the honor." Shuichi facepalmed.

"They kinda suck though, and make people uncomfortable. My feathers are basically a bunch of knives. Maybe Toga wouldnt mind? She likes knives" He muttered and shuffled towards the room he came into. There had been a couch and he could always use his wings as a blanket. Wet or not he would pass out almost immediately.

"I've never seen Toga and Dabi fight yet and I am not eager to see it now." Shuichi nudged him towards a diffrent room.

"Your rooms over here."

"I have a room?" It was probably because he was so tired but Keigo started crying. They were so nice to him already.

"DABI, your bird is crying. Come fix him." Shuichi yelled towards the main room.

There was some cussing heard and a few seconds later Dabi was beside him.

"Why you crying pretty bird?"

"I'm mostly just tired but you guys have been so nice! I have a own room already and you kidnapped me and my shirt has holes cut and no one minds my talons." Keigo babbles and leans forward until his head is resting on Dabi's shoulder.

"Well yeah, as soon as I started talking about you seriously joining us Shig set you up a room. The sweats and sleep and acceptance is just basic decency. Let's get you in bed." Dabi led him in the rest of the way.

"Wait can you dry my wings? They're wet and gross and Spinner said you wouldn't mind? I promise they won't cut you." Keigo muttered. Dabi would probably say no but he was too tired to detach them all and spin them around until they dried.

"Sure. Go to sleep already birdy."

Keigo finally got to sleep knowing it would be for more than a couple hours. Dabi running his heated hands through his wings was definitely something he was going to ask for again.

Fuck the commission he was staying here. Maybe Toga could give him a face mask next time.

[soda-drabbles]

Sacrificial Baths | EgoBang

Synopsis : Dan’s back is hurting him and Arin takes it upon himself to care for him.

Type : Fluff

Pairing : EgoBang (Arin x Dan)

A/N : Here’s a prompt for my ABCs of EgoBang book on AO3 (which you can read here). The letter B for bath obviously.

“Fuck, man.” A sharp groan tears from Dan’s grimace once they finish recording the last episode for the day, his hand gently caresses the sore muscle of his back.

Today was one of those Grump sessions that lasted a lot longer than normal, where they took time to record episodes that they lacked on uploading the week prior. Recording hours of long footage was already taking its toll on his already strained back and arms. To Dan, it felt like he was lugging around heavy cinder blocks from his biceps.

“Your back still bothering you?” Arin asks and Dan nods, a tired smile on his face. His concern was growing more by the minute. He had already knew Dan’s back was troubling him and had suggested beforehand that they could take the day off and record on the weekend. Dan had rejected the idea, insisting that he could totally pull through today. In a way, he did. Still, he felt about ready pass out.

“Yeah, it honestly feels like they’re gonna fall off or something.” Dan chuckles weakly, his fingers doing their best massaging the tender muscles. “I’m surprised they haven’t yet. Fell off, I mean.”

Arin’s lips were pursing into a thin line, his thick eyebrows were knitting close together. Noticing Arin’s intense concerned expression, Dan offers him a smile. “Hey, don’t worry about me, Big Cat. I’m sure all I need is some Icy Hot patches or something.”

Although Dan was smiling, Arin saw the tiring hint in it. Dan was exhausted by now and was definitely requiring a break. He didn’t mind doing the pampering. “Whatever you say man, but don’t think that’s gonna stop me from babying you tonight.”

Dan laughs, “If you say so.”

Arin stops by on the drive home at a nearby pharmacy to grab the patches Dan mentioned earlier. They arrive home not too long after, getting a warm greeting by Mochi and Mimi who curl around both their legs. Arin smiles down at the two kitties and gives them each a couple pets and a good rubbing behind the ears.

Dan walks past them with the bag of patches in his hand. He places it on the counter and removes his shirt. Although Arin has seen that sight plenty of times, he couldn’t help but stare. His eyes trace the gentle curves and dips on his lover’s back and hips while Dan was working on putting the patch on.

When Dan lightly moves his arm around and the muscle under the skin flexed in response, Arin’s throat gone dry. He really got lucky, didn’t he?

Arin approaches him, leaning against the counter. “How’s it feeling?”

Dan groans. “A little better, not by much though.”

Arin looks down and thinks for a moment. Suddenly, he perks up. “Why don’t we get a bath or something?”

A bath sounds like a great idea to Dan. Any option sounded good, especially if it has a great potential to help. He shrugs, “A bath sounds great, actually.”

“Unless if you need me to help you upstairs then I think you’re good to go, old man.” Arin teasingly says, a cocky smile on his lips. It was a running joke between them that Dan was older than dirt yet looks so young. Sometimes Arin swore that Dan must’ve been graced by the fountain of youth or something.

Dan, with an underlying grin on his face, chuckles out, “I think I’ll be able to manage.”

Arin watches as he disappears upstairs. The sound of water running follows not too long after it. It was only when he was going through the bag and sees the colorful packaging that he remembers. Shit, that’s right. They bought a bathbomb, a couple actually. Arin, at first, thinks he’d be fine without them. They’re just bath bombs after all. His eyes trail to the stairs again. Still, it would give him an excuse to check on Dan.

Eventually, he decides to pull the notorious excuse of “silly me, I forgot we had bathbombs even though we bought them like twenty minutes ago”. Dan is upstairs in the bathroom, lounging in the steamy tub. One arm is daintily draped around the top of the tub while the other is in his hair. His eyes are shut, lips pressed into a content smile. Arin was right, a bath was what he needed. His muscles were finally deciding to relax against the heat of the water and honestly, if he didn’t pay attention, he might fall asleep.

If you have a boyfriend like Arin Hanson though, sleeping in the tub is something you won’t have to worry about. A splash of hot water in his face makes him flinch, his once shut eyes opening. “The hell-“ He gasps, sitting up which was easier for him to do now than earlier. Once his eyes fully open, he finds a colorful fizzing ball in the water and an eager Arin. “Wakey-wakey, Avi-Danny.” He’s grinning, “You do realize a part of getting a bath is actually washing yourself, right?”

“Did you just toss, like, a science project into the tub or something?” He asks, currently wiping off the water from his face.

Arin chuckles, rolling his eyes playfully. “Duh, of course not. Where would I find one? It’s a bathbomb dude, I forgot we bought them.”

It takes Dan a moment to process it and pray to the gods that his boyfriend has a good time perception and is just joking.

“You’re telling me that you forgot we bought a bathbomb, which happened like ten minutes ago, and are just now bringing it up here?” A smile is creeping onto his face. A noise slips from his throat as he is clearly trying to ground himself from laughing off his ass.

Arin also sat there for a moment, something that nearly made Dan break. “Okay, first of all, it was twenty minutes.” Arin says defensively, a large grin on his face. “Plus, you clearly forgot too since you thought I just stole some kid’s science project and dumped it in the tub.”

Dan laughs heartedly, “Fair enough.”

The bathbomb in question was fizzing it’s way into changing the bath water from it’s normal color to a cloudy purple-ish and deep blue. It looks sort of like a galaxy, something the two assumed what the product was going for.

“Great,” Dan chuckles, playing with the space water. “Now it looks like I’m swimming in a bathtub of liquidized Barney.”

Arin laughs and shakes his head, “You’re welcome.” He then turns to make his leave but Dan’s voice stops him.

“Wait,” He calls, his voice pulling Arin back in the bathroom like a lasso. “Can you, actually ah..you wanna join me? I can’t just swim in Barney’s sacrifice all by myself, y’know.”

The idea sounds like music to his ears, music that easily he can dance to. He’s grinning from ear to ear as he undresses. After he’s fully nude, he slips into the warm galaxy tub. Arin deeply groans, getting used to the heat of the tub.

Dan grins softly, “Feels good, doesn’t it, Big Cat?”

“Oh, yeah.” He chuckles softly, smiling to himself. “We should have sacrificial baths more often.”

“Yeah. Yeah, we really should.”

[damnnjoon]

100 reasons to love Jeno

he’s allergic to cats but his family has 3 (bongsik, seol, lal) and he loves them dearly

he’s obsessed with cars like the little nerd he is 

hates math dearly 

he did enjoy both history and the sciences, though

even then, his favorite subject was phys ed, as expected

he can lie face down flat on the ground and raise himself up with bending his arms that is INSANE

can also get up onto just one foot without touching the ground

he cleans meticulously when he’s drunk

he also tries to get the other members to sleep early or sleep when they don’t want to,,, he essentially becomes dream parental figure no. 1

jenshow!!!! mc of the year!!!! king of mc-ing!!!!!!!

he’s grown up well throughout the years (from smrookies to chewing gum to now (boom)) but his smile has stayed exactly the same since when he was that kid from that commercial

speaking of: the milk commercial he was in

his and doyoung’s couple costume for 2018 halloween it was just so Valid

also him and renjun couples smurf costume it really went down in history i feel

i legally can’t go further without mentioning that one JSMR ep where he had the bathbombs and he saw the train bathbomb and went “choo choo!” that was so Good 

he named his airpods “Jeno’s showerhead” boy WHAT

his trademark confusion noise (”huH?”)

the mole near his right eye…

...and the one on his left cheek 

the fact that he’s awkward at aegyo in front of cameras but, according to jaemin, he has the most aegyo out of any of the dream members

he slaps his toner on so hard that it wakes renjun up every morning 

can and will eat most things with mayo (ex. celery)

all of his contact names for the dreamies are puns based off of their names 

current official hardest puncher of the dreamies 

jaemin got champagne for his birthday and jeno finessed it within like… a minute

the sound he makes when he’s trying to hold his laughter in is EXQUISITE

that’s another thing: he laughs soooo easily it’s so good

his dancing is so mf powerful i feel like not enough people appreciate how talented jeno is at dancing

exact same height, shoe size, and joining day as jaemin, his ‘destined best friend’

lets his members play games in his room into the morning even though he has work at the show

calls himself “no jam” (not funny) even though he’s a whole circus

his automatic wince that he holds for a few seconds when anything is too loud during JSMR

high pitched noise of annoyance

exceedingly gentle and has a self-proclaimed weakness for cute things

cries when he’s angry 

has gotten more and more confident as the eras pass by i am LIVING for it

says that he hopes to have another comeback with the original dream members someday (after they’ve all graduated… because SM is a Fuck and won’t make ot7 dream a fixed unit)

plays the guitar

composes songs! he’s so talented and musically inclined i am so proud of him

him, hyuck, jaemin, and jisung were forced to drop out of school to pursue being idols BUT before that he majored/focused in practical dance at SOPA (where his seatmate was jaemin!)

known for being bad at taking selfies (even though anything and everything with him is iconic, immediately,)

when filming for “go” hyuck fake kissed him and jeno started chasing him and that actually made it into the mv which is so funny

can eat half an apple in 2-3 bites

tied in arm wrestling with jaemin, who’s his lifting partner 

has never gotten blackout drunk even though renhyuck allegedly have 

really likes playing mobile games!! 

likes puppies and old dogs just the same he’s so good with animals

he can play the violin!

he’s the baby of his family and that really shows sometimes

his handwriting is very aesthetically pleasing in both english and korean

he still has “the tastebuds of a child” and eats like garbage but works out super hard to maintain his body (i hope he’s being healthy!!!!)

his assigned character trait (ex. renjun’s is “pureness/innocence” because SM can’t their artists seem more than 1 dimensional, apparently) is “boring” and he just runs with it and it gets funnier and funnier whenever he or the others call him boring because they all know he’s a whole clown

listens to music loudly 

his rapping improves with every song he’s really finding his flow!! it’s especially obvious in the we boom album in 119 and stronger imo

has a terrible sense of direction

he’s been wearing a lot of sleeveless tees onstage and offstage recently and you can tell he’s been working out which is rad because he’s mentioned how much he enjoys exercising so it’s good that he’s been doing what he loves!!

had a cameo on the drama a-teen... king of being an all around performer!!

resembles a samoyed (self-proclaimed) because of his eye-smile

loves cherry blossoms

he’s watched a lot of disney films but his favorite is the original Lion King

resembles (and loves!) donghae of suju

constantly compliments his members and has a tendency to compliment them even right after he clowns them

loves dark chocolate and can eat a lot of it

he really likes the sound of pencils against paper

his duality is insane he’ll go ham onstage and then be quieter and all smiles backstage like... true prince

his facial expressions are PEAK he is so expressive especially when he squawks at stuff

he genuinely liked studying (more or less) when he was a student and would like to go to university

has always wanted to and still wants to major in architecture!

that time he lit a candle and then accidentally blew it out directly after

when he shhhhed a lemon on JSMR

would love to go to Europe someday

his specialty is acting and I really hope to see actor!jeno some time in the future if he’s up for it

the way he says “oh my gosh!”

his soft vibrato when he sings where you can tell he’s not quite sure of his vocal capability (even though he should be because he’s iconic) but he still likes to sing

i know i’ve mentioned it but his dancing is so smooth and stylistic and powerful and tbh i feel it in my chest

boom shooting when he neglected to remind jaemin that he had his phone and pretended to take jaemin’s calls

that time renjun said live that jeno games til 4 am and jeno was like “don’t say that!!my mom might be watching”

boy can EAT

says he hates skinship but seems to enjoy initiating it

wears his watch everywhere because he’s the king of fashionable functionality

this (shoutout @iriiidescence )

i hate to focus on his physical attributes because I feel like he gets boxed in as just “pretty” way too often, but, with that being said, his hands are gorgeous and you can tell how much he respects the world around him by how gently and daintily he holds things

read and enjoyed Jonathan Livingston Seagull

is incredibly artistic but never talks about it

his eyes and gaze are visibly and obviously different on and off stage

he gets so flustered talking about his own duality it is the cutest thing

early days esp during mfal his smile was like :3 and it isn’t as pronounced nowadays but sometimes it’s still like that and that is very good

when dream got reflectors for their selfmade movie shoot thing (was it for the boy videos or something similar? I can’t remember) and he put it behind mark and was like “halo!” and hyuck almost beat his ass then and there

jaemin said “we’ve known each other for 7 years” and jeno was like “let’s stop meeting”

that nct life moment when him and jisung were “sparring” and jeno won but when he went to shake jisung’s hand he straight up pulled jisung’s mitten off but kept on shaking the empty mitten anyways to save face

the smrookies age vid where jaemin asks “am i cute?” in Thai and jeno straight up says “no”

ran DIRECTLY into a green screen during go mv filming and had the misfortune of it getting caught on camera

when jaemin said “i love you” and jeno (he was over the phone) panicked and stuttered out “no thanks”

when he sticks his tongue out in pics he is the CUTEST mofo

when he centered in black on black

when he was dressed up all hardcore in all black with a fake gun and still managed to look soft because of how his eyes shone with all the stars in the night sky

he always looks at his members like they each hung the moon

is always honest (even when it comes to shading SM 👌)

is always striving to become a better version of himself no matter what he is doing

spreads love in any way he knows how, whether it be verbally or through his actions or through the way his gaze lingers when reading comments or how focused he is on specific dance moves or how attentive he is to his friends... jeno always does what he can to brighten the world of those he loves and those who love him and he deserves the sun moon and stars because of this

[swimwriter]

Bathbombs and Soaps

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x Reader

Warnings: None

Notes: None

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This is agony. A total disaster. How are you supposed to decide? There are literally thousands of options! And you must find the perfect one. Nothing else will do!

Maybe the one with lavender? But then again, he is not exactly a lavender person.

Rosemary? Or is that too cliché? But it has a nice, earthy scent and that is more his thing.

Mint? No, that is just implying things you do not want to imply, especially with the prank and the reason you are standing in this shop anyway.

So what? What’s it gonna be? This is so stressful, not even the choice of a dress for the ball was this nerve-wracking.

Then again, there Andre only gave you three options and now you are here, in front of this wall full of soaps and don’t know which to pick. This is the wo-

“What are you doing?” You jump up on the spot, freeze in mid-air and almost fall flat on your face. Penny is standing behind you, smiling bemused and behind her, you can see Barnaby standing in front of the bath bombs with what looks suspiciously like a full mouth and foam coming out of it. You flush a bright red and avoid her eyes as best as you can. She bends down until she can look at your face again.

“Hello, earth to our resident infamous curse-breaker. What are you doing here?” She smiles, brightly, or as brightly as she can muster with the weight of her sister being trapped in a portrait on her shoulders. You mumble something and shuffle on your feet. Penny leans in your direction.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

“I said I am searching for a gift for Charlie!” A few people turn in your direction and give you a funny look before going back to their own shopping. Barnaby saunters over to you, looking entirely too innocent. Penny smiles at you, a little bigger now.

“Is it because of that rumour about you letting loose a horde of frogs in the prefect’s bathroom and him getting caught in it?”

“It was frog spawn soap. A lot. A whole lot, oh Penny! I was so hoping it would be someone I can’t stand but it had to be Charlie. How is he ever gonna forgive me for this?” You bury your face in your hands and are this close to just hex a hole into the ground to swallow you up.

“I thought you already had your explanations and forgiveness done?” Barnaby cocks his head to the side and uses the back of his hand to swipe some foam from the corner of his mouth. You give a frustrated sigh and nod your head.

“Yeah, but I want to do something nice for him, as an additional apology.” Penny gives you a sly little grin.

“Also, because she likes him.” If it is possible, you get a shade darker. Your affection for the younger Weasley is very apparent, at least to all your friends. Well, except himself. And you are not exactly a forward person with your innermost feelings.

Barnaby makes a gesture to the bath bombs behind him.

“You know, they have ones that are shaped like dragon eggs, I bet he’d enjoy this.” You had already seen those and almost bought them, before you remembered that he would actually have to bathe with those and that was just a recipe for unwanted memories. So, you got stuck with the soaps.

But Penny was already shaking her head and looked to be deep in thought, before her face practically began to glow with how much she was smiling.

“I have an idea! But it might take time to get it right and a lot of trial an error, are you up for it?” There was a determined look on her face, but it was Penny, you would trust her with your life. And were this close to losing your shit, you would try about anything at this point. So, you nodded, and she stepped next to you.

“First, we are finally gonna choose one of those. Don’t worry about the shape, just think about the scent. What do you think he’d like?” She gives you an encouraging smile and you slump your shoulders.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out for the last hour.” It’s a little pathetic to think that you already spent an entire hour stuck here because you can’t decide. Barnaby nudges your shoulder.

“It’s not that complicated. What smells good? What reminds you of him? Things like that, like this one for example.” He picks up the rosemary scented one that you toyed with earlier and you make a vague gesture with your hand. It is good, but not quiet right.

“I think we can rule out sugary sweet things. But herbs and the like? That is a good starting point.” And so your two friends help you spend an entire afternoon in a magic shop that sells actual bath bombs, soaps that change colour and never-ending shampoo to find the perfect one to give to the redhead whom you gave the shock of his life.

*********

A few days later you are sitting in an abandoned bathroom, a small cauldron and a fire lit underneath in front of you. Next to you lie a semi-sharp knife, a nice wooden box and a variety of earlier tries that did not go as perfect as you hoped. Penny sits down next to you with another batch of melted and then reshaped soap and hands you the oval containers.

“My mother used to do this as little gifts for all her friends. She’d either make soap or just melt it and then press it into other shapes or cut them to a certain size.” And so here you were, trying (and failing) to make the forest scented soap look like a miniature dragon egg. It was more complicated than it should have been. You already nicked your hand more times than you can count and so far have produced one decent egg.

You carefully crack open the first container, take out the soap and grab the knife lying next to you. Carefully, you start making scale-like shapes in the soap, modelled after the picture of the egg of a Hungarian Horntail in the book lying next to you. This one seems to be a decent one as well and you are almost finished, when a voice asks, “What are you doing?” behind your back. Shocked, you almost jump up and drop the fake egg which chips when it smashes into the ground. Duncan is floating behind you and looking over the little station you and Penny have set up with great interest.

“Trying not to drop the soap when ghosts scare us!”, is what you throw back at him, a little miffed, while Penny swings her wand and the fruit of your labour is whole once more. Duncan has the decency to look a little sheepish, but then he tilts his head to the side and narrows his eyes.

“Why are you making soap?”

“It’s a present”

“For who?”

“I think you can guess.” He thinks for a moment before his mouth drops open in an exaggerated ‘O’ and his eyes widen.

“It’s for the redhead! Your unwilling victim of the frog spawn soap!”

“Correct.” You concentrate on the soap in front of you again, putting the finishing touches on it and setting it to the other one into the small box. Two out of three done. Duncan floats next to you with an interested look on his face.

“Why are they shaped like this?” he asks and tries to poke one of the eggs. You sigh and carefully extract the next one.

“It’s because he likes dragons, it’s practically all he talks about like, 80 percent of the time. He wants to work with them when he is through with school-“

“And she has a huge crush on him.” Penny throws in with a grin and you drop your head into your hands.

“Do you have to say that to everyone?” is what you mumble miserably, and she pats you on your back. Duncan’s head shoots up and he gives you a little grin, the one that you have seen before and that promises nothing good.

“Do you want me to get him? I’ll go get him! Charlie was it, right?” And before you can get a word in edgewise, he floats out at the speed of light, leaving you dumbstruck and Penny giggling.

“This is my nightmare. This is how I die!” you mumble and are contemplating how much work it would be to flush yourself down the toilet. Your blonde friend just gives you a clap on the shoulder.

“It won’t be that bad. How is the last one coming along?” With that you remember the object in your hand and start laying into it you’re your knife. The carving gets easier each time you try and by now the first few rows of scales get done quickly and beautifully, it’s the more delicate part an the top where they get smaller that you still have some problems with. And wile you try to make this one as perfect as possible, Penny leaving. You don’t notice the door opening again minutes later and footsteps approaching. What you do notice is someone leaning over your shoulder and therefore right next to your face.

“These look really realistic,” Charlie smiles, and you manage to cut yourself again! Seriously, what is it with you and sharp objects? He immediately curses and digs through his pockets to find a handkerchief and wraps it around your palm.

“Are you okay? Bloody hell, that looks like it hurts!” He exclaims and then stops when he notices all the other cuts on your hand. He gingerly takes it into his palm and turns it over to inspect all the other injuries.

“How did you manage to get so many of them?”

“I am not good with sharp objects. Jacob always made fun of me saying I shouldn’t even be allowed to eat with a fork and has never let me forget it.” You admit this between grit teeth as it really hurts. Charlie stands up and drags you with him from the bathroom floor to one of the sinks where he holds your palm under cold water. It becomes slightly pink before disappearing down the drain. With a quick flick of your wand your skin is slightly pink but good as new.

“Why are you making dragon eggs out of … what is this even, it smells really nice.” The redhead tilts his head and gives you his best impression of puppy-dog eyes. Merlin, how weak you are for these eyes!

“It is soap and was supposed to be another apology to you. For the other soap that ruined baths forever for you. They had bath bombs in the shape of dragon eggs and I almost bought those but, well, the bath thing …” You trail off when you see his slack jawed face and want to disappear into the ground.

“But you already apologized! You didn’t have to give me anything else.” He looks at you as if you are a marvel and it make you feel as if your cheeks are on fire. Charlie seems to realize that he is essentially still holding your hand and while a blush spreads from his ears down under his shirt, he still entangles his fingers with yours. You notice and blush an even deeper shade of red, almost rivalling his quidditch robes.

“Want to show me how it’s done?” He asks with a little smile on his face and you manage a nod, before you drag him over to your little work station and sit down cross legged across from him. Then you hand him one oval soap egg and Penny’s knife that she left on the floor.

Between the two of you, various re-melting and re-shaping trips and some cuts on the redhead’s hand, you manage to get ten eggs total. He looks really happy as you give him the box of soap. After you two clean up the bathroom he stops you before you leave and holds out the last egg he made.

“But why?” is all you ask as you gingerly take it from him and almost press it to your chest. He shyly rubs the back of his neck and looks anywhere but you.

“Well, you were so nice to make me these and put all the work into it, so I thought you deserved one too.” It’s so sweet that you just can’t anymore – your eyes go wide; your mouth falls open a little and then you make the single most impulsive decision of your life. You shuffle closer and lean up on your tiptoes to reach his cheek on which you plant a kiss.

For a moment time seems to stand still. Everything is fuzzy around the edge and then you have to drop down onto your feet. Charlies looks dumbstruck. He is absolutely red in the face, his eyes are wide as saucers and his mouth opens and closes rapidly. In a millisecond, your brain supplies you with a thousand ways this scenario can go now. What it certainly doesn’t come up with is Charlie looking determinately at you before he sets the boy in his arms down, takes your egg and lays it on top, before he puts one hand on your waist and the other on your shoulder and leaning down to kiss you.

Your hands manage to find purchase on his shoulders and then slide up to his jaw, while his slides to your neck. Now the world completely falls away from you and only when you are sure you are about to suffocate do you separate from each other. You can’t suppress the big grin on your face and Charlie laughs, before dropping his forehead to yours.

“You are absolutely forgiven for the disaster in the prefect’s bathroom. But if this is what I get every time you play a prank on me please, never stop.”

[wanderingclark]

The Kiss || Beka and Clark

Who: Clark Meeks and Beka Hummel ( @doveportbeka )

Where: Some park in a quiet neighborhood in Clark’s car.

When: January 6, 2020

What: Clark and Beka share a moment they weren’t really ready for.

TW: Mentions of drugs, hard drugs, parental death.

Clark

Clark went about their day. They went to Lush with Sugar and swiped one of the bathbombs when Sugar wasn’t looking and then enjoyed dinner with the girl before heading over to Laura’s. The girl was great in bed but Clark was definitely distracted. They hoped it didn’t show too much but the girl seemed to enjoy herself so Clark went with it. When they was finished it was 11:30 and they swung by the gas station and grabbed a couple bottles of Jack and a few cartons of cigarettes. They had a feeling all would be needed this evening. By 12 midnight, they were sitting on the hood of their car, enjoying a cigarette when Beka walked out of the store. Exhaling, Clark half smiled. “Good shift?” they asked, getting the girls attention.

Beka

The shop usually closed a little early on Mondays, because people in Doveport were lame, but Beka was always the last to leave since she had to clean and make sure it was ready for the next day. Putting her jacket on over her tattered tank top, she locked the door behind her and stuffed the keys in her pocket before turning. With a half smile, she approached the car, running her hand though her tangled waves, and pushed herself up to join Clark on the hood. "Peachy." She said dryly, reaching out and taking the cigarette from Clark's hand without asking and taking a long drag before handing it back.

Clark

Clark let her take it before grabbing the box sitting next to her and opening it up for her to grab her own. "You talk to your sister?" they asked, as they pulled out their lighter and lit the girls cigarette for her. The took the last long drag of their own before flicking it off into the street and pulled out a new one to start over as they remained quiet, letting the girl decide if she wanted to talk or not.

Beka

Beka took the fresh cigarette and inhaled deeply as Clark lit it for her. She shrugged one shoulder up in answer to their question, the events of the day were still blurry in her brain, she had no idea how to make sense of any of it. Swallowing hard, she exhaled the long stream of smoke. "You know," she said, her voice raspy. "Not being able to use right now... really fuckin sucks. Like, there's nothing I'd rather be doing right now, and..." She trailed off, taking another drag from the cigarette instead.

Clark

Clark nodded. "I know you're quitting cold turkey and stuff but you know I'll always share if you need it" they offered quietly. Taking another drag and staying quite for another moment, Clark didn't really know what to say. "I have your queso but for real though, we don't have to hook up or whatever. I picked up some Jack on the way over here. We can just eat and drink and not do anything" they said seriously. "Or you can take all your frustration out on me. I can take it"

Beka

Licking her lips, Beka looked over at Clark. "I should have just left, I knew I couldn't do it, and now...." She ran her free hand through her hair again. "It's my fault." She said quietly, a single tear slipping down her cheek. She brushed it away quickly, angry that it had made an appearance at all. She knew Erika being on drugs, no matter what anyone said, was her fault. It always was, it always had been.

Clark

Clark wrapped their arm around Beka’s shoulder and pulled her in. “It’s not your fault dude” they said softly but sternly. “She asked you about drugs. You showed her weed. The safest drug put there. And my guess is it wasn’t laced with anything. So unless you provided the heroin, the needles and helped show her how to use it, it’s not your fault and  I’m not gonna sit here and let you blame yourself” she told the girl, finding herself feeling protective towards the end of her thought

Beka

"Everything that happens in my family is my fault, it has been as long as I can remember. Every fight, every bad dinner... my mom getting sick... Erika being depressed. All of it." She shook her head. It didn't matter. "Congrats though, on being one of... three people in the world to ever see me cry. Good job." She attempted to joke, not pulling away from the embrace as she normally would have.

Clark

Clark shook their head. “But it’s not your fault. I know you didn’t kill your mom. I know that you can’t make someone else depressed. Yeah, maybe you caused some fights or whatever but that’s a family thing. I caused many a fight over dinner and in my house as well. I also do drugs. But if Dana started shooting heroin, that wouldn’t be my fault, even if I introduced her to weed or whatever. That’s her choice, not mine” Clark chuckled humorlessly. “Wasn’t on my list of things to experience with ya but hey, no judgement here dude. This is an all around shitty situation.”

Beka

Beka took a deep breath, she knew Clark wouldn't understand, no one ever did. They assumed her family was like everyone else's, that she was like everyone else, maybe just rough around the edges. No one understood how fucked up she was, that from the time she had been born she'd been... wrong. She pulled one knee up to her chest and took another long drag, she couldn't even get high, she wasn't really supposed to be drinking either, but what did it matter? Erika was poisoning herself and despite what Clark thought, Beka knew it was her fault. "So... you said you had some Jack?"

Clark

Clark finished their cigarette and flicked it off into the street and just remained quiet. Beka was making herself as small as possible and their relationship revolved around sex so far so right now they felt a little out of their element. But the girl needed them and they didn’t want to leave so they stayed and they held her until she spoke again. Looking over at her, they nodded. “Yeah. Come on” they said as they removed their arm from the girl and jumped down before reaching a hand out to help Beka down as well. Once they were both off the hood, Clark moved around to the drivers seat and jumped in, unlocking the car as they did so. Reaching back, the grabbed a bottle and handed it to Beka once she got in as well. “Have at it. I’m just gonna go park somewhere where we’re allowed to stay and have a bit of privacy and then I’ll help ya with the bottle” the said with a wink.

Beka

Beka took a final drag and flicked her own cigarette into the street before taking Clark’s hand and hopping off the car. She exhaled the last of her smoke before opening the car door and sliding into the seat. Taking the bottle she gave a wry smile. “How was Sugar?” She asked, figuring Clark was fucking the heiress too.

Clark

Clark chuckled and shook their head as the drove. “She’s Sugar. Heiress of Doveport. Obnoxious and loud and demanding. Too much like Deni” they said, the last sentence coming out quieter but still loud enough for Beka to hear. Shaking their head again, the reached between them into their backpack and grabbed the bath bomb. “I don’t know what this does but they call it a bath bomb and since you take baths apparently, figured you could use it” the said, never taking their eyes off the road.

Beka

Toying with the bottle cap, Beka considered if she should drink or try to be good. She finally decided to say fuck it and twisted the bottle open, taking a swig, the sweet burn of the dark liquor coating her throat. “Too much like her how?” She asked, wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her jacket. She reached out and took the orb. “Thanks, I don’t usually, but I was trying to get ready and get myself off at the same time.” She shrugged.

Clark

Clark cursed under her breath before answering the question. “It’s stupid. They’re just...very much alike. The only real difference is that Deni didn’t like being in the whole socialite club like Sugar does. And the fact that Sugar isn’t gonna end up fucking me over in the end because she’s with Finn so I guess it’s not really fair to compare the two” they said with a shrug. Looking over at the orb in the girls hand, they shrugged again. “The place smelled weird and Sugar was talking way too much. I don’t even know what it does. I just threw it in my backpack” the said with a small smirk.

Beka

Beka nodded. "Women, amiright?" She quipped, taking another sip. For some reason the slow burn wasn't doing for her what it normally did and she winced, putting the cap back on the bottle. "It fizzes and turns colors and shit, can be fun if you're taking a bath with someone. I knew a chick who was real into 'em." She explained, setting the bottle down on the floorboard and letting herself hand over her knees for a second, taking a deep breath before sitting up straight, how had everything gotten so fucked up?

Clark

Clark chuckled and nodded. They saw Beka put the bottle down and knew they had to park sooner rather than later. Pulling into a quiet neighborhood with a park at the end of it, Clark made their way down the street before finding a dark corner near the park and pulling in before cutting their lights and turning back to Beka. “Then maybe one day you’ll have to show me how it’s done. Now. You want your queso?” they asked, giving the girl a small smile before expertly climbing into the back. “The side door is unlocked if it’s easier” they called out behind them as they cracked the back window and pulled out the queso out of the ice chest and their small camping stove to heat it up.

Beka

Beka offered her signature half-smile, though more wryly than usual, and nodded. She was glad they were pulling over, she just needed to be still for a while. Grabbing the bottle, she followed Clark's lead and climbed into the back, only slightly less gracefully, and sat cross-legged, the bottle nestled in the center of the nest they made. She watched Clark work, surprised they had actually gone to the trouble.

Clark

Clark made quick work to get the stove heated up and the queso on top of it. They stayed quiet while they worked, not filling the silence. It wasn’t awkward, it was just there. Ten minutes later, they pulled out a new bag of chips and tossed it over to the girl. “Queso” they said with a smirk as they grabbed their laptop table and placed the bowl on top of it. Once everything was put away, they moved to sit next to the girl, grabbing some chips out of the bag

Beka

Taking the offered chips, Beka opened the bag but took none, she suddenly wasn't very hungry. "You're sweet." She said, almost inaudibly, and turned to look at Clark. Her eyes lingered for a moment. There was something about Clark that Beka couldn't put her finger on, maybe it was the way they shared similar pasts with drugs or living unorthodoxly, or maybe it was just that they clicked, but Beka would never have been in this spot with anyone else.  Leaning forward, Beka caught Clark's lips with her own, kissing them more tenderly than she had kissed... anyone. After a few moments, she pulled away, slowly.

Clark

Clark didn’t even get the chips to their mouth before Beka’s lips were on theirs. Their eyes fell closed and their free hand automatically came up to gently cup the girls face. The kiss took them by surprise, not because it was a kiss, but because of the sudden electricity flowing through their body because of the kiss. They were suddenly feeling things they had never felt before and as soon as Beka pulled away, their breath still intermingled between them, Clark couldn’t help but lick their lips as they tried to find something to say. Anything. When they couldn’t find any words, they reached over to place their chips back in the bag before moving to straddle the other girl. But the energy was the same. When Clark leaned forward to kiss the girl again, it wasn’t heated, wasn’t passionate, wasn’t lust filled. It was slow and tender and controlled, something they had never shared with anyone, not even Deni. They didn’t let themselves think. For the first time in a long time, they just let themselves feel

Beka

There was a tingle in her stomach that Beka hadn't expected, higher up than when she was normally in this position with Clark. She raised her arms and wrapped them around Clark's neck, pulling them closer, but not hastening the kiss. It was exactly what she needed in this moment, slow and sweet, on purpose, making her feel nothing and something all at once. She didn't push for more, just let it keep happening at it's own pace.

Clark

Clark hummed as arms were wrapped around their neck. They tangled their tongue with the girl beneath her, slow and languidly. Their hands pulled the girls face closer, one of their hands  sliding from the girls cheeks to the back of her neck, suddenly feeling the need to be closer to the girl. The kiss continued on, neither moving to hasten it at all. After awhile though, Clark slowed the kiss down even more before gently pressing their lips against the girl one, two, three times before they rested their forehead against the others, trying to catch their breath.

Beka

Beka leaned into Clark as they pulled away, not wanting the kiss to end. She sat, breathlessly, her eyes flickering between Clark's, and their lips. She felt... scared, confused, but wanted more. She wanted to feel Clark's  lips against hers again. She let a few silent moments pass before she tilted her head back, initiating another slow, heated kiss. There was no rush, no push, just more electricity vibrating between their bodies.

Clark

Clark’s breathing was beginning to slow when Beka kissed them again. The electricity was still there, not slowing at all. Clark tangled their hand in the girls hair as they leaned into her more. The kiss was new and different and something Clark did not want to end again. So they didn’t. They continued to kiss the girl, slowly, heatedly, but sweetly. Not moving to further anything between them. Just enjoying the kiss.

Beka

Time passed, it could have been minutes, hours, or years, Beka didn't care. She didn't want this to end. Eventually, she shifted enough to start to slink out of her jacket, if for no other reason than to cool her body down. She could feel her cheeks were flushed, and Clark's skin felt hot to the touch too. She never wanted this to end.

Clark

Clark felt the girl beneath her move and Clark reached down to help the girl remove her jacket. The energy hadn’t shifted though. Everything remained the same and Clark’s hands came back up to cup the girls cheeks again. They could feel how hot their body was becoming and they knew eventually things were going to heat up between them. They knew that in the back of the head. But they almost didn’t want it to, what they were feeling currently was much more appealing to them at the moment.

Beka

Beka pulled Clark closer still, whimpering softly against their lips. The cold air against her bare skin made goosebumps raise all over her body, she never was very good at dressing for the weather. She was feeling turned on, if she were honest with herself, but didn't feel the need to rush things or move them forward at all, though normally she and Clark probably would have been fully naked and an orgasm in by now.

Clark

Clark felt the girl slightly shiver beneath them. They didn’t know if it was the cold or the feeling but Clark reached down and began running their hands up and down the girls arms, doing their best to warm them up as they continued what they were doing

Beka

Nibbling softly on Clark's bottom lip, Beka began to let her hands explore, more tenderly than she normally would have. Her hands wandered slowly over Clark's scalp, neck, shoulders, chest, and back up again.

Clark

Everywhere Beka touches, Clark’s body reacted, feeling like it was on fire. There was no more stopping them. The energy was shifting and Clark took it upon themselves to move things along. Reaching down, they pulled the girls shirt up, the backs of their hands running along the skin beneath it as they removed the article of clothing

Beka

Again, Beka lifted her arms to aid in the shedding of her tank top, left only in her bra and jeans, she moved her hands down to Clark's waist, tugging at their clothing, more with yearning than urgency. Though it could have already been hours, there was something in Beka that assured her they had all the time in the world to do this.

Clark

Clark lifted their hands, breaking the kiss again only to remove their shirt before pressing their lips back against Beka's. The kiss was now more heated, but the feelings were still there. Their hands explored the skin beneath them. For the first time, Clark moved the kiss away from the girls lips, their lips finding the hot skin of the girls neck and shoulder and collarbone and moving slowly, leaving open mouthed kisses and small, light nips along the girls skin. It wasn't hungry, it wasn't lustful it was tender and heated and soft.

Beka

Leaning back against the corner where the front seats met the wall of the car, Beka whimpered softly at the sudden nakedness of her lips. She fought with her last shred of who she really was to keep from begging Clark to come back, and instead tried to focus on the feel and sight of them making their way down her body. She bit down softly on her lower lip, running one hand through Clark's short hair.

Clark

Clark felt the girls body tense but when they felt hands in their hair, Clark felt the need to return to Beka’s lips. It was like they were suddenly addicted and when leaned into the kiss, Clark moaned against her lips, their hands finding the girls abs, running their fingers up and down the girls stomach as they tangled their tongue with the othe girls again.

Beka

Beka accepted Clark's kiss more eagerly this time, but still without urgency. This moment could last forever. She edged closer to Clark, so that she could more easily lay down against the mattress, pulling Clark down on top of her and popping one knee up so that they rested in the space between her legs. Now she could let her hands begin to explore again, from the nape of their neck and down, shoulders, chest again, lingering there.

Clark

Clark refused to break the kiss, letting Beka move them into a lower position, their hands coming down on either side of the girls head to hold them up as they continued the heated kiss. A moan came out of them as Beka's hands explored, her fingers leaving trails of fire along their skin. Their muscles flexed with each touch, their hips unconsciously bucking downward into the girl as their hands roamed over their chest. "Fuck" they husked out against Beka's lips, the first word spoken in, they didn't even know how long, the sound thick with emotion and lust all at once.

Beka

That one word breaking the silence, slicing through the air, made this moment more real. Beka's head cleared slightly and she pulled away from the kiss, her eyes meeting Clark's questioning for just a moment, her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. It would be easy to end it, or to make it more rough, the way they had been each time they'd been together. But instead she just looked down, moving her hands to snap the button of her jeans open and pull down the fly before hooking her arms under Clark's and once again pulling them in for a kiss.

Clark

Clark was breathing hard as they looked down at Beka. Their eyes locked as they tried to read each others thoughts, the energy that had been surrounding them so far beginning to fade. And Clark didn't like it one bit. They licked their lips before Beka broke their eye contact to look down. Clark followed their eyes, watching their jeans get pulled open some, but not removed. They looked back up to Beka when they felt themselves being pulled in again. And they welcomed it, meeting Beka's lips half way as they resumed their kiss, the life changing, life altering, never going back kiss that if they thought about for even a second would kill anything and everything that was going on at the moment. So they didn't think. They didn't allow themselves to think. They instead shifted their weight onto one hand as the brought the other one down between them, grabbing Beka's hand and pulling it up above their head, lacing their fingers together as the held the girls one hand there, the connection making everything even more intense.

Beka

Beka's breath caught in her throat as Clark laced their fingers together, and she whimpered against their lips. She had never been this vulnerable with anyone before, during sex or otherwise, even when she allowed herself to be submissive, there was still a wall. She was still in control of her thoughts and actions, able to stop and reverse it at any time. But this. This she couldn't have stopped even if she wanted to. It was as if every bad thought she'd ever had about herself, every bad decision she'd ever made, was being absorbed by Clark and discarded, no longer eating her alive.

Clark

Clark felt the hitch in the girls throat and heard the whimper against their lips. They slowed the kiss down as they squeezed the girls hand, almost as if to say "it's okay. i'm here." The emotions flowing through Clark would have probably suffocated them if they allowed it to but they didn't. Instead, they allowed the emotions to wash over them, both of them as they continued speaking to the girl through the kiss. They did their best to convey everything they were feeling at that moment to the girl, hoping that Beka was feeling the same way, at least some what. They allowed themselves to get closer to Beka, their torso dropping some, their skin touching more as they shifted their weight to their elbow. They wanted to feel more, be closer, want no space between them. They needed more.

Beka

Beka wrapped a leg around Clark's so they were intertwined, cupped the back of their head with her free hand, pulling them as close as possible. Was this what it was supposed to be like? Beka didn't remember her first time having sex, she'd gone to a party and left the next morning hazy and aching, but she'd heard all the sappy stories of people's "first times" on movies and in the hallway or cafeteria at school, how it was supposed to be beautiful. This felt beautiful, she wanted more, but didn't want it to turn into their usual encounter. She wanted Clark to touch her in every possible way.

Clark

Clark's hips rolled into Beka's as the girl wrapped her leg around them. This is normally where they would be ripping clothes off, the battle between the two fo them for dominance would be well underway. But this time? This time it was almost as if both of them were too scared to keep moving forward. As if the moment things heated up even slightly, the energy would be gone. Clark was terrified to lose it, a pit in their stomach worrying that if they made the first move, everything would be gone. But the heat that was radiating off of Beka into Clark just made Clark want more. So they decided to take the risk. The nipped at the girls lower lip, tugging against it slightly as they broke the kiss again before moving to place soft open mouthed kisses along the girls jawline, neck, collarbone, shoulder, down into her chest to the swells of her bra covered breasts, their hand eventually releasing Beka's as their hands explored the skin that they weren't kissing. They moved slowly, taking their time as they placed each and every kiss with purpose, no rush, no heated need to fuck hard and fast. Their movements were slow, meaningful, purposeful.

Beka

As Clark moved lower, Beka's eyes fluttered shut, she focused on taking slow, deep breaths, terrified that the moans that were building inside her would somehow break the spell. Unsure of what to do with her hands now, she propped herself up just slightly onto her elbows, looking down at Clark. The way they moved, kissed her, she bit down again on her lower lip, fighting the urge to tell Clark how wet she was.

Clark

Clark was allowing themselves to go slow, not even in a teasing way. They were exploring the skin they had access too, their body humming with the electricity still as they placed a kiss right underneath the bottom of the girls bra as they allowed one of their hands to wrap around the girl, wanting to stay wrapped around her for a moment as they enjoyed how close it made them feel before eventually undoing the girls bra. Lifting their head slightly, they reached up between them, slowly pulling down the girls bra strap with just their finger tips, not once allowing her hand to leave the girls skin until they had reached the end of Beka's arm and removed the strap completely before repeating the action on the other side. She licked her lips but held back the growing want to devour the girl beneath her and instead slowly leaned down as they cupped one of the girls breasts in their hand, gently sucking one of the girls hardened nipples into their mouth, moaning at the taste of the girls skin on their tongue.

Beka

Beka helped as best she could at shifting her weight to allow her bra to be removed more easily, the anticipation building inside of her feeling like a slow burn. She sucked in a sharp breath as Clark finally made contact with her nipple, again moving her hand to the back of Clark's head, she ran her fingers through their hair, gently, encouraging them to keep going. She licked her lips, wanting to stop time.

Clark

Clark hummed as Beka's hand found it's way to the back of their head again. The girls fingers running through their hair was driving them crazy. They didn't know they liked their hair played with until this very moment and fuck they didn't want to move because of it. But after a moment, they did, only to slowly kiss across Beka's chest to give her other nipple the same amount of attention, their tongue playing with the metal piercing the girl had in it. Once they had given each nipple the same amount of attention, the moved their way back to the middle of the girls chest again before looking up at the girl as they very slowly kissed their way down the girls torso, only stopping at the top of the girls pants still fastened and closed preventing Clark from going further.

Beka

Beka couldn't hold back any longer, a moan escaping her lips, she let her eyes close and her head fall back. She wanted more, needed more. She lay back completely, freeing up both hands to touch Clark, to encourage, entice. "I want you." She whispered into the air, unsure if Clark could hear her or not.

Clark

Clark hadn't had anything to drink that night. Hadn't touched their powder. They were completely sober. But at this moment, they were intoxicated by Beka. The girl pulled them in and they couldn't get enough of her. They pulled back just enough to reach between their bodies to release the top of Beka's jeans before wrapping their arms around her to pull down both the girls jeans and underwear all in one fell swoop. They were not happy that they had to sit up more to do so, pulling away too far that Beka couldn't continue to play with their hair. But as soon as the offending article of clothing was gone, Clark pulled the girl into them, moaning at the smell coming from the girls core. It may have been dark, but Clark could tell the girl was wet and hearing the soft works coming from Beka, Clark licked her lips. "You have me" they whispered back before dipping their head down far enough to lick one long swipe through the girls core, moaning at the taste on her lips as they did so.

Beka

It was a strange feeling, because as badly as she wanted this, as much as she needed it, she had to fight the urge to pull Clark up, away from giving her real pleasure and back into a kiss. Her lips felt cold and lonely, but Clark was making every other part of her body tingle with pleasure. She spread her legs a little wider, her hands working their way into Clark's hair, still working their scalp gently, lightly. She moaned, unable to muster the energy to stop herself any longer.

Clark

Clark took their time. The scent they were breathing in and the taste that was dancing around on their tongue was intoxicating. They didn't want to pull away. But they didn't want to rush things either. Everything felt different. They wrapped their arms around the girls legs, pulling her in closer to them. Their tongue explored the girls core, lapping up at the juices coming from her, dipping inside of her to get an even better taste before moving up to circle around her swollen bud. It was like they were seeing Beka for the first time and they wanted to take in every inch of her.

Beka

Beka looked down, moaning at the sight and rolling her hips up. She had been so turned on before they'd even reached this moment, that she knew it wouldn't take her long to cum. "Clark..." She whimpered, her hands still working through their hair as she curled her toes tightly trying to stave off the impending orgasm just a little bit longer.

Clark

Clark looked up at the other girl from their spot between the girls legs and moaned again. They saw the want in the girls eyes. Not the lust or the need but the want. And all Clark wanted to do at this point was give it to her. Pulling one of their hands around, Clark slowly pushed two fingers inside the girl before setting a quick but steady pace. Once they set a pace, Clark moved up the girls body again to press their lips against the other girls once more. "Cum for me. Please" they whispered out against the girls lips as their fingers curled upwards inside of the girl. "You're so beautiful" they husked out as they continued kissing the girl. "Cum for me please" they stated once more.

Beka

This kiss was the most urgent of the night, Beka's hands grabbing for Clark, pulling them in like she needed their lips on hers to breathe. It had been less than 10 minutes since their lips had parted, but Beka was already addicted, this was better than any drug she'd ever done. Her breath came out in short bursts and she whined into the kiss as her body began to shake, pleasure taking over her. "C-Clark..." She managed to get out, not wanting to break the kiss for one second longer than necessary. Her legs clamped together against Clark's hand as her orgasm washed over her, hard and fast.

Clark

Clark swallowed the girls moans as they felt Beka fall over the edge, her walls clamping around their fingers as they continued to thrust them in and out of the girl beneath them. The kiss was the most intoxicating one of the night, the energy and electricity from their earlier kiss plus the passion and lust of the orgasm made Clark’s head spin as they continued helping Beka through her orgasm, wanting to give her another one just as powerful. But it wasn’t because they wanted a high orgasm count. Not tonight. They just wanted Beka to feel every single emotion Clark was feeling at this moment and they didn’t know any other way to do that except to pour it into their kiss and push Beka to fall over the edge again at their touch.

Beka

As her first orgasm subsided, Beka kept her legs together, the sensation of Clark’s fingers still inside her as her knees touched along with the spell of their kiss made her feel wine drunk. Cloudy and foggy in the best possible way. Could it be that there was something better than getting high? She bucked her hips up against Clark’s hand, urging them to keep going, refusing to break the kiss again.

Clark

Clark nipped at the girls lower lip as Beka bucked up into them. They tangled their tongue with the others again as they curled their fingers inside of the girl beneath them, their movements slower but deliberate. They weren’t trying to rush what was going on between them but at the same time, they wanted to take it all in all at once. They pulled out of the girl just enough before adding a third finger, moaning at the way Beka’s back arched up into them as they did so, their skin tingling everywhere Beka’s body touched them.

Beka

Beka’s fingers gripped into Clark’s shoulders as they added a third finger, that feeling in the lower pit of her stomach beginning to swell again. A sharp moan, full of wanting, fell from her lips and she let her legs fall apart again, her hands sliding down over Clark’s back to their waist, pulling them closer, rolling her body so that their stomachs brushed against each other, the feel of Clark’s soft skin causing Beka to groan again, she had never wanted anyone in this way before.

Clark

Clark was cursing the clothing still on them at this moment. All they wanted was to touch every inch of the other girl with their skin. If they had a free hand, they may have reached down to push their jeans off but at the moment, they were to focused on how Beka was reacting underneath them. Clark rolled their hips into their hand, giving them a little extra push into the girl, as they broke the kiss only momentarily to catch their breath, burring their face in Beka's neck, leaving behind a trail of kisses up her neck and jawline for a moment or two before bringing their lips back together, moaning as they reunited.

Beka

She bit down softly on Clark's lower lip as they upped the pleasure, her hands slid  further down to Clark's ass, squeezing just slightly more forcefully than the rest of her actions had been so far, before moving back up to Clark's waist, then up their body, fingers brushing over their abs, stopping briefly at their still-covered chest, and then finally cradling the sides of their neck and back into their hair. A soft whimper of protest escaped her as Clark moved their mouth away from hers, though she did take advantage of the moment to take a good, deep breath before their lips were reunited.

Clark

Clark shivered at the feeling of Beka's hands along their body. They felt like they were on fire though the goosebumps covering their body said otherwise. They felt Beka's walls tighten around their fingers and they did their best to focus on keeping up their pace. But Beka's lips. God her lips. Nothing had ever made them feel this way before. Nothing. Not alcohol. Not drugs. Not sex with random strangers. Nothing. This was a high they had never experienced before and they didn't want to come down ever. They rolled their hips into the girl again, curling their fingers as they bottomed out and moaning at the feeling of Beka surrounding them. They themselves were so close to the edge that they were sure they would fall over it without even being prompted to at this point.

Beka

As her second orgasm loomed closer, she allowed her kiss to become a little more urgent, more hungry, but she had no urge to grab Clark, to make anything faster or rougher, she played with their hair softly, while her left hand came down to cup their jaw tenderly. Her toes began to curl again as the muscle in her lower body tightened up, she kept her hips rolling to match the pace of Clark's fingers, but this was it, she began to unravel once more.

Clark

As they felt Beka begin to fall over the edge again, something happened that had never happened before to Clark. As Beka arched into them, falling over the edge in pure bliss, Clark followed them as well, wave and wave of pleasure washing over them as they moaned into the other girls mouth, their hips rolling into Beka's as they, together, rode their highs with each other, everything feeling so much more intense than normal. Clark felt the urge to cry for a moment, though did their best to keep it at bay. Everything was intense and electric and all Clark could do was focus on the girls lips. It was like they were safe. They were home.

Beka

Beka grabbed on to Clark, afraid that her shaking would push them away, her body tensed completely, and finally relaxed completely and her skin prickled from every nerve. She relaxed back against the mattress, holding on to the kiss for just a few more moments, seconds, minutes before finally releasing Clark's lips with a final tender peck. She never would have ended it if she hadn't so badly needed to catch her breath, her lips feeling immediately cheated again. She turned her head as she tried to breathe normally, afraid to catch Clark's eye just yet.

Clark

Clark rested their head against the side of the girls head as she turned away to breath. They too were breathing hard, their hot breath falling on the girls neck as they did so. Their body still shaking some as they came down from their own orgasm, their tongue swiping along their own swollen lips as they tried to process what they were feeling at the moment. They remained like that for a moment, quiet, breathing heavily, as things around them began to calm down for a moment. They could tell by the light around them that the sun would be up soon and whatever magic was swirling around them at this moment would disappear as soon as it did. But Clark didn't want the night to end. So they pressed their lips lightly against the girls temple, just enjoying the moment a little longer.

Beka

When she could finally breathe normally, Beka turned, shifting them both so that for the first time in the night, she was on top, hovering over Clark. Their eyes met and Beka reached down, pulling Clark's hand up and wrapping her lips around the fingers that had just been inside her, sucking gently, her eyes never breaking contact with Clark's, just to remind them, to remind herself, that she was still her, that they were still them, that nothing had changed. Even though everything probably had. Without a word, she released Clark's hand, and lowered herself for another kiss.

Clark

As Beka shifted, Clark followed her lead, not wanting to break the spell surrounding them. As they did so, Clark pulled out of the girl but before they could wipe their hand on some nearby sheets, Beka pulled it up to her face to clean it off herself. Clark licked their lips as a moan came from them, the sight above them just as intoxicating as when she was beneath them. They wrapped their other hand around the girls neck, threading their fingers into the girls hair at the base of her skull as she kissed them again, moaning at the new taste on her lips.

Beka

Beka let her hands explore from a new angle, she straddled Clark's thigh, shuddering as her still sensitive core met the rough fabric of Clark's jeans. She rubbed herself against their legs, whimpering into the kiss at the sensation, her limbs feeling weak and heavy. One hand cupped Clark's face,  keeping the intensity of the kiss steady, while the other played over Clark's skin, grabbing gently at their waist and chest. She wanted to give Clark another orgasm, but her brain protested the idea of breaking the kiss again, assuring her she wouldn't be able to breathe properly without Clark's lips against hers.

Clark

Clark lifted their leg up slight as they felt Beka rolling her hips against it. They continued to play with the girls hair while her other hand came up to rest gently on her hip, their thumb gently running over the soft skin there. They pushed up into the girl, nipping lightly at her bottom lip in a more playful way than a hurried needy way. The kiss had set the pace for the entire evening. They weren’t about to change that pace any time soon. There was no rush. They had all the time in the world.

Beka

Sliding her hand down, Beka blindly found the button of Clark's jeans, working them open and the zipper down, she slipped her hand inside the boxers beneath the jeans, finding their clit, already slick from earlier. She teased at the swollen bud, stroking it with the pad of her fingertip, she lowered herself as much as she could without falling, her bare nipples grazing over Clark's skin and sports bra.

Clark 

Clark felt their entire body heat up as Beka’s hand made its way down their pants. They rolled their hips upwards into the girl as a moan came from their lips into the kiss. They arched their back into Beka, wanting to feel as much of the girl as they could, their hands moving to run along the girl’s skin, tracing the muscles along her back.

Beka

At Clark's encouragement, Beka slipped a finger inside them, angling her hand so that her thumb could rub tight circles against their clit. She moved slowly, lingering, really feeling - perhaps for the first time - what Clark really felt like. She pulled away from Clark's lips, to kiss down to their chin, down their throat, to their chest. She used her free hand to clumsily push the fabric of the sports bra upward and out of the way, her other hand still working Clark's core steadily, before dipping her head and swirling her tongue around Clark's nipple. She loved Clark's chest, found something so unbelievably sexy about it, but even as she sucked and nipped at it, she longed for Clark's lips too badly to stay away for too long.

Clark

Clark whimpered first the first time that night. The sudden need for Beka overwhelmed them and they followed the girls lips as far as they could until they were pulled away from them. They’re head fell back and their eyes closed until they realized they didn’t like it. They felt disconnected and that was a dangerous place to be right now. Opening their eyes again, they looked down, moaning at the sight of Beka on their chest. But when Beka looked back up to them, they couldn’t take it any longer, reaching down to pull the girl back up into the kiss, a small whimper as their lips reconnected, their hips rocking along with Beka’s slow movements in and out of them.

Beka

Beka relaxed into the kiss, feeling whole again as their lips met. Who was she? What was this? She didn't care, it didn't matter, this moment would never end, it couldn't. She slipped a second finger inside Clark, keeping her pace slow and smooth, but stroking more forcefully against Clark's clit with her thumb. She wanted to feel them unravel. She dragged the tip of her tongue playfully across the roof of Clark's mouth, teasing, grinding herself harder against their thigh. In just a second she'd be on her third orgasm with very little effort.

Clark

Clark bucked their hips upwards as a second finger was pushed inside of them. They moaned into the kiss, their hands going back and forth between cupping the girls cheeks and exploring her back. “Please” the husked out into the kiss, not wanting to break it at all but feeling how close they were to falling over the edge. And with that word, it was almost like a damn broke. Beka curled her fingers just right and Clark arched upwards, moaning into the kiss as their orgasm washed over them again, their leg pressing upwards into Beka’s core.

Beka

For the second time that night, Beka reached her climax at the same time as Clark, crying out into the kiss, muffled by Clark’s life-giving lips. She shuddered, but kept her hand moving through Clark’s orgasm, wanting them to feel every bit the same amount of pleasure she was feeling. Finally, she collapsed onto her side, completely spent. She’d gone many rounds more than this before, but tonight everything in her was done, she could not have expended any more energy if she tried, though her weakened arms pulled Clark to face her anyway, unwilling to give up their lips just yet.

Clark

Clark felt like they had died and gone to heaven. Their body shook as they road out their high, their hands gripping at Beka’s back as they did so, their lips not once leaving Beka’s. Eventually Beka fell to their side and Clark was laying there, breathing heavily as their body continued to flutter in aftershocks. Feeling Beka’s hand on their face, they turned to them, smiling at the exhausted look on the girls face before leaning in and kissing them softly, tenderly, with no rush or lust or need. Just the two of them and their lips pressed together lightly.

[howlnikiforov]

Breathe

Pairing: Hyungwon x Reader

Word Count: 1745

Genre: Fluff and Angst

Warnings: Anxiety Attack

“She’s hiding behind the sofa.” & “Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”

It was bad. It was really, really bad. As a teacher, you’re supposed to know what you’re teaching to the kids. It’s English, and teaching it as a second language was fun. It was entertaining, and you loved seeing how each kid worked out their own way to remember the language. Except, of course, when you fuck up a lesson and the kids call you out on it. You’d think as a native English speaker you wouldn’t make mistakes, yet here you were, remembering your mistakes of the day as you prepared for your presentation.

Of course you had to present in front of the top administrators on the day you screw up. Surely you would embarrass yourself in front of your bosses. Truthfully, you probably didn’t do as bad as you thought you did, but that didn’t stop you from having an anxiety attack the minute you stepped foot into your boyfriends dorm.

Shownu was the only one home, thankfully. Everyone else was out practicing. Shownu knew not to bother you. You needed some time by yourself. That’s why he waited a good twenty minutes before calling Hyungwon to come home. Shownu tried to keep it quiet, to not alert you. He wasn’t very successful though, because you knew he told Hyungwon that you were a mess.

You’d hate to see how you looked right now. You were between the couch and the wall, crying, pulling at your hair, and hitting your head with your fists. Your eyes were puffy and snot fell from your nose. Your thoughts were running a mile a minute. You couldn’t keep doing this. You couldn’t keep being a teacher. How could you help the kids if you couldn’t help yourself? You had trouble standing in front of them everyday, all their eyes staring at you, waiting for you to begin your lesson. You were always scared to ask if they had questions because, what if you didn’t have the answer? What were you supposed to tell them? You had to come up with things on the spot. You couldn’t keep doing that. Hell, you sometimes missed a few days because the anxiety was too much to handle.

The fact that you had so much to do didn’t help. You had two projects to grade, another project to plan, homework packets to grade, meetings to plan, people to talk to. Holy shit you had so much to do, and you didn’t have enough time to do it all. You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t. Things would actually probably be better off without you.

You faintly heard the door opening as someone came in. “Shownu,” ah so it was Hyungwon that came in, “where is she?”

“She’s hiding behind the sofa.” Shownu replied, leaving the room to let the two of you be.

Suddenly the couch moved; you were no longer being squished between the piece of furniture and the wall. In other words, you weren’t stuck anymore.

“Y/n,” Hyungwon said, slowly moving towards you. He reached out and put a hand on your shoulder, “it’s okay.” He reassured.

You sniffled and looked up at him, shaking your head. Nothing was okay. Nothing. He couldn’t really understand. He wasn’t a teacher, and he didn’t have anxiety like you did. No one could really, truly understand what was going on inside your head.

He gathered you into his arms, pulling you onto his lap. You put your head on his chest and let him consume you. You couldn’t keep up with the world, it was moving far too fast and you couldn’t do anything.

“Talk to me.” Hyungwon mumbled, hooking his finger under your chin to get you to look at him.

You shook your head. You didn’t want to burden him anymore than he already was. They had a comeback soon, and the last thing he needed was to worry about you. He’d offer to help you grade, and he’d start giving you ideas for a project for the kids. He’d do everything he could to help you. You didn’t want him to feel like he had to help simply because you were dating. He needed to focus on the band and his music now. You could come second. You have always been second anyways. You wouldn’t blame him for putting you on the backburner. You’d put yourself there too.

You hid your face in the crook of his neck. You didn’t want him to see you, and you didn’t want to see his face. You knew what look he’d be sporting. Hurt. Disappointment. You didn’t want to see that.

“Y/n, I know you’re not okay.” He whispered, “And that’s okay. But you need to talk to me, so that I can help you. Please love, you are my priority.”

When you didn’t say anything, he sighed, “Okay...fine. Don’t say anything, and make me worried.”

“Not now Hyungwon.” You mumbled.

“Okay. That’s okay.” He kissed the top of your head. “C’mon, let’s go start you a bath.” He adjusted his hold on you, so that now he had one arm behind your back with the other under your legs. He stood, swiftly picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom. He set you down on the toilet, going to draw the bath. He looked in the cupboard under the sink and pulled out a bathbomb. “Eucalyptus and spearmint good?” He asked, looking at you. “It’s good for stress.”

“Yeah. It’s fine.” You said in a small voice. Why was he doing this? Why was he bothering with taking care of you? You watched as he unwrapped the small ball and tossed it into the water. When the tub filled up enough and the water was at a warm temperature. He helped you undress and get into the bathtub. Once you were in, you hugged your legs to your chest.

“I’ll be right back. Just relax.” He kissed your cheek before leaving the bathroom. You sunk into the water, breathing in the soothing aroma. You were calming, you could feel it. The warmth of the water helped to take the tension out of your body. Your mind began to slow, and you could think more clearly now.

You were tired, and your head throbbed. Your stomach rumbled, reminding you of how little you’ve eaten that day. You let your head rest against the wall, your eyes closed. Sleep was calling your name. Though before you could answer it’s calls, Hyungwon came back into the bathroom, carrying a tray of things.

On one side of the tray was a cup of tea, a sandwich and cookies, a bottle of water, and some medicine for a headache. On the other side was clothes for you to wear when you get out. “Don’t go to sleep just yet love, you need to eat and get out of the bath first.” He chuckled, “Do you want the sandwich or tea first?”

“Sandwich.” You answered.

He gave it to you, which you took gratefully. “We’re almost done preparing for our comeback. Wait till you see the music video. You’ll die.” He sounded pretty proud of himself. “Not literally. But if my visuals are anything to go by, I think you’ll end up screaming more than you did with Jealousy.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “You sound confident, like you can’t wait to see me freak out.” You spoke through a mouthful of sandwich.

“I can’t. I have a few surprises under my sleeve with this comeback.” He ran a hand through his hair.

“Surprises for monbebe or for me?” You questioned.

“For both of you.” He answered.

You finished your sandwich, so he gave you the tea.

“Do you want to tell me about what happened earlier?” He asked, sitting on the edge of the tub.

You sighed, staring down at the tea cup in your hand. “I just, I’m a bad teacher.”

“What makes you a bad teacher?” He questioned.

“I can’t even teach a simple story. I fucked up what it all means, and then I was even wrong about the comma placement and how the hell was I allowed to teach English? And then on top of that my presentation for the administration wasn’t great, and how do I still have a job when I’ve missed so many days because my anxiety is too much to handle? I can’t even keep up with my grading I’m so far behind.” You spilled.

“Darling, you had a bad day. That doesn’t mean you’re a terrible teacher.” He reassured.

“Hyungwon it’s more than just one bad day.” You sipped on the tea.

“Bad outweighs the good. You’re doing your best and that’s all anyone could ever ask for. The kids love you. I love you.” He reached over and touched your cheek with the back of his hand.

“I know. I love them too. And I love you. It’s just, sometimes it’s too much.” You leaned into his touch, setting down the now empty tea cup on the edge of the tub. Hyungwon moved it away, so that there was no risk of it falling and breaking.

“I know. Just remember, I believe in you. And so do the boys, and so do your kids.” He smiled softly.

“You brought medicine, right?” You looked over at the tray on the counter.

“Yes, yes.” He got up and grabbed the pills and water bottle, handing each one to you.

“Thank you.” You popped the pills into your mouth and too a swig of water, downing the drugs.

“Of course.” He sat back down where he was before.

“Can I get a hint as to what one of my surprises will be?” You stared at him, silently pleading.

“Mmm...rings.” He answered, pushing hair off his forehead.

“Rings?” You stared at him wide eyed. Was he implying what you thought he was implying?

“Yes.” He confirmed, laughing at the expression on your face.

“Okay. I can’t wait.” You grinned.

The rest of your time in the bath was spent with you telling Hyungwon how you’ve been feeling as of late. He listened and let you vent, staying with you the entire time. You were grateful for his companionship. Hyungwon took care of you. He didn’t push you back to do other things. He made sure you were okay, and nicely tucked into bed. He held you as you fell asleep.