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MIND GAMES | ran haitani

length. 5.9k words

synopsis. final part - you finally lose your V to ran hehe

authors note: so i finally got over my nervousness and wrote the fluffiest smuttiest shit i ever oh my god my fingers just dont stop typing when it comes to this man ANYWAY ENJOYYYYYYYYY @sleeplessreader @nimbixan @christmassugarcookies @ransbaby@scarletbedlam @ranhaitaninumberonefans @wenumsmol @jordanisgae

Ran sets his controller down on his lap when you text him; not even wasting a second before unlocking his phone, lightspeed. Rindou rolls his eyes so far into the back of his head they almost get stuck, clearly agigated when Ran just tosses out his attention span the second he gets a text from you.

‘ Whipped ’ is what Rindou likes calling it, noticing how his brother would rather drop everything he’s doing, even going as far to cancel all his plans if the opportunity arises to talk to you.

“So you’re really just going to leave me to fight a 2v1 by myself?” Rindou’s question goes unanswered and he groans watching his character’s health bar deplete by the second. “Dude?!”

Hey, what are you doing? 

Ran clicks on your messages, totally unaware of the uninvited smile creeping onto his face as he types back.

Just playing some games with my brother. Why?

His tongue pokes out to his cheek as he sees the three dots popping up and down rhythmically as you form a response. 

“Ran, if I lose this battle, I will never forgive you.” 

“Shut up, you’ll be fine.” Blindly, his spare hand aimlessly searches around his lap for the controller to shut his brother up when his phone vibrates on his lap once more.

No no reason, I just wanted to talk to you, but you are busy so I’ll call you later

The little hope Rindou has left when he sees Ran’s character take a step forward, ready to aid him through fighting the monster is gone the second Ran’s attention and wandering hands go back to his phone.

“Are you kidding me?!” Rindou’s character falls, evaporating into thin air and his eye twitches. “Fuck off, I’ll go call Kakucho or something, you useless piece of—”

His rant lands on deaf ears as Ran continues to ignore him, kicking his feet onto the couch, eyes glued onto that phone like it’s his lifeline.

I’m not busy, c’mon, talk to me . Everything ok/?

His long hair rests on his shoulders, his slender fingers playing with the ends of it as he anxiously waits your response.

Everythings fine, promise. Just wanted to talk to u 

Stop being so cute its killing me honestly.

Shut up..

He loves the way he can hear your voice through the message, the playful tint in your phone as you’d push him away whilst trying to hide your flustered face from his gaze. 

It’s become his new favourite hobby, to tease you till you can barely look at him. 

We’re still on for tomorrow right? He asks and distantly, he hears Rindou talking shit about him to Kakucho from the corner of the kitchen, then proceeds to invite him over to help him finish the damn game.

“I’m right here, y’know?” Ran calls out, leaning his head back far around over the couch to look into the kitchen, snickering when Rindou puts up his middle finger and continues to cuss him out over the phone whilst looking into the fridge.

Yeah, tomorrow is fine. 

You respond back with a heart emoji at the end that makes his own heart beat twice as fast. He’s not sure why you have such an effect on him; how you managed to invade his thoughts at any moment throughout the day, how he would jump over any object just to grab his phone if it was at the far end of the room when it dings, the disappointed look on his face when he realises the text wasn’t from you.

On a scale of 1-10, how angry would you be with me if I came over right now?

He decides to test the waters and asks. If your answer is anything higher than a 7, he’ll stay at home and wait till tomorrow, but anything less than that; he’s hopping on his motorcycle and risking it all just to see you.

8. Stay ur ass at home ran my dad is here for the week

Fuck’s sake.

He frowns, untwisting his finger from his hair and sighs.

Bruh cant he fuck off and stay in his own house? So unfair.

There’s a short gap between your replies, and he uses it to head over to the kitchen, towering over his younger brother, placing the flat of his palm against the top of his head and drags him away from the fridge with zero effort.

“Ran, get off me !” Rindou struggles to escape his brother’s grip, practically fighting for his life as Ran’s lazy eyes scan over the contents in the fridge. 

He’s too tired right now to cook actual food and there’s no leftovers for him to reheat. 

“Ran, I’ll kick you.” Rindou threatens when he finally rids himself from Ran’s clutches. “You’re extra annoying today.” He grits out, dusting his clothes, trying to act as nonchalant as possible as if he didn’t just get manhandled in his own house.

“I’m taking that as a compliment.” Ran closes the fridge with a sigh, moving to sit on the edge of the kitchen counter.

“Take it as you want, I don’t care.”

Ran rolls his eyes when his phone chimes twice and he doesn’t have to look at it to know who it is. Rindou clicks his tongue, grabbing his flask and downing it with ease. He needs the alcohol to get him through the day, especially when Ran is like this.

It’s an image attachment rather than a message and he opens it; immediately knowing why it took you longer to respond than usual.

You grace him with a perfect angle of your hands splayed over your bare chest, your nipples playing hide and seek behind your fingers. From the looks of it, your back looks arched slightly from the curve of your waist and at the very top of the photo, your bottom lip is being bit down onto subtly with your teeth. His eyes trail down to your stomach, captivated by the way your shorts ride up your thigh—

He needs to get his hands on you. Fuck waiting.

Rindou looks over his brother’s shoulder, eyes blowing wide and jaw dropping to the floor as he gasps an “Oh my God—”

Ran shuts his phone off and fights the urge to punch his brother into next week, hoping the hit is hard enough to give him memory loss. 

“Is that the girl you’re talking to? Shit, what’s her name?” He takes another sip of his drink when Ran brushes past him to grab his shoes. “Oi, don’t ignore me!”

“Just shut up, I gotta go.” 

You fiddle with the tips of your nails anxiously, fidgeting on your bed, physically unable to stay still as you allow your thoughts to take control. Does he not like it? Is it too much? Is that why he hasn’t responded? Did I cross a line? Sending it without permission? Did he block me?

The last one seemed to have worked in heightening your anxiety, fingers now moving to delete the image and pretend you had never sent it; though you know he saw it because the words READ staring at you like a slap in the face.

You almost jump out of your skin when your phone vibrates from underneath your body five minutes later, hidden deep within your sheets as you fish for it. 

Come outside.

It’s a simple message, yet still has your brain muddled. Once connecting the dots, your face flushes, mouth parting slightly and dart your eyes to your keyboard.

Don’t tell me youre outside…. 

You walk over to your window and slam a  hand down on your windowsill to stabilize yourself as you look outside, spotting Ran’s motorcycle at the end of the street. 

You’ve gotta be kidding me, you think, pulling your phone out and dialing his number you shamelessly admit you know by heart.

He doesn’t even let it ring for two beeps before he’s answering, repeating his text message out loud as he says, “Come outside.”

You always forget how deep his voice is, how it has that subtly provocative undertone with a bite of playfulness when he’s in the mood. “Ran—I can’t, you know this—” The deep rumble of your dads laughter fills the house; he’s always so loud, as if he knows you’re planning to sneak out and is laughing extra loud downstairs to remind you he’s home. “My dad will ask questions.”

“Well, you shoulda thought ‘bout that before you sent me that, shouldn’t you?”

You groan, fingers scrunching up a lone piece of paper on your windowsill as you eye his motorcycle again, eyes flitting across the room to your jacket resting your desk chair. “Fine…” You grumble, keeping him on the line as you slip out of your shorts and into some jeans, grabbing your coat on the way out.

You intended to sneak out successfully, making as little noise as possible when you walk past the hallway behind the living room but the door let you down, creaking open way too loudly and your dad snapped his head towards the door. 

“You going somewhere?”

“No—yeah, I mean I wanted to get something from the store, real quick. I’m craving a snack.”

You put on your best innocent smile, ensuring your face is sweet and forgiving despite the fact you’re leaving to go get fucked by your boyfriend (?). 

“Oh!” Your mother chirps from the kitchen, “can you buy some more strawberries for me? I need some for my lunch tomorrow.”

“Yeah, sure whatever. I’ll see you guys in a bit.” You slam the door shut before they even got to say goodbye, hands shaking on the knob of your door as you take a deep breath and make your way over to the end of the street.

He’s distracted on his phone when you sneak up to him, placing your hands on his shoulders. “Hi.”

He can feel you shaking when he slides his hands down your arm, tugging you to sit in front of him on his bike. “Hey, you cold? You’re shaking like a lot.”

“No, I’m just…nervous.” You admit sheepishly, unable to look him in the face. He lifts your face up with a finger on your chin, pressing a reassuring kiss to your nose that has you smiling up at him.

“Don’t be nervous.”

“It hurts though…”

He leans forward, turning off his motorcycle engine and lights, now leaving the street in total darkness aside from the streetlamps. “We can take it slow, if you want.”

“No, not that. I wanna do it today, that’s why I sent you the…yeah.”

He shifts your body closer and you part your legs on either side of the bike for stability, hand gripping onto his shirt for better balance. “That photo was fuckin’ sexy.” You stiffen, blood turning cold as his hands wander along your spine, holding you close to him as his lips mark up the exposed skin of your collarbone. “You’re so fuckin’ hot, you have no clue what you do t’me.” He sucks down, humming lowly when your fingers loop around his chain and tug ever so gently to grab his attention.

“What do I do to you?”

It’s a genuine question, though you have a brief idea, you want to know if you affect him the same way he affects you; how his shirt rides up when he stretches, teasing you with just an inch of his faint v-line or hearing his voice in the mornings when you call him is enough to leave a wet stain in your panties.

His hands slither down your spine and you chew on the inside of your cheek for a moment when you feel it. 

It being something hard inside his pants pressing against your upper thigh. “Oh.”

He doesn’t answer, too interested in grabbing onto your breast, groping it slightly and loses himself in the faint perfume scent lingering on the skin of your neck.

“Ran, not here.” You giggle when he kisses his way up to your ear, puffs of air from his nose tickling against your eardrum. “Not here, please.” It’s a miracle there’s no passerbys this late at night, just imagining the look on strangers faces as they watch Ran feel you up on his bike is enough to have you fidgeting from slight embarrassment; yet you shove down the idea of being caught fucking in public somewhere deep inside.

He smells so good, the scent amplifies ten-fold when you shift back on the bike, dipping your face in the crevice of his neck, nose touching the neckline of his crew-neck black t-shirt.

“You’re in a cuddly mood today,” He says amused, slightly nervous, slight shivers running down his body when he comprehends how close you are. He tilts his head to the side, brushing his cheek against the side of your head and golds you steady, fingers digging into your waist. “How long we got?”

“Hm,” your lips vibrate against his neck as you hum slowly, head deep in calculations, “not that long if I’m being honest, but I can risk sacrificing an hour or two.”

“Yeah? What about the strawberries for your ma’?” 

His eyes squeeze shut when you attach your lips to his neck, slowly grinding your hips down against his lap, the slow roll gives your clit the friction it craves.

“She can live without them,” you whisper, hushed in spite of yourself as he lifts you off his bike easily and you maneovuer yourself to sit behind him, locking your arms around his midriff, digging your face into the back of his neck. 

The ride back to his house doesn’t take long and he doesn’t even bother locking his bike , preferring to lace his fingers between yours gently before he’s leading you inside.

The sounds of battle music blasts from the living room and a quick peek confirms that his brother is playing Street Fighter 2 with another guy that you haven’t met before. 

Ran places his hand around your waist, snatching your attention away from his brother and back to him. “Everything okay?” You nod up at him, fixing him with your best fake smile but he sees through it easily. “Nah, you’re not.”

You sigh, hating how perceptive he can be at times. “I thought we’d be alone…”

“We are, they’re deaf as hell, they won’t be able to hear anything.” When you don’t look convinced enough, he calls out his brother's name loudly, but he’s either ignoring him, or he can’t hear him as he talks to Kakucho, nudging him whenever he moves his character the wrong way. “See, trust me.” He squeezes your hand twice, reassuring you and you nod your head and let him lead you upstairs.

You take a seat on his bed when the reality of the situation hits you. 

You’re really about to lose your virginity.

The bed dips when he moves to sit next to you and your hands twitch nervously on your lap, biting the softness of your cheek to calm you down when he places his hand on your thigh.

“You’re shaking again.”

“I—” You bite your tongue, and swallow thickly, hoping your nervousness goes down with it. “I know I’m ready, I just…I’m just scared.”

You watch the slow rise of his brows. “I’ll go extra slow, just for you, ‘kay?” He tips forward to kiss you again, proving his previous sentence with his extra slow movements. Your shaky hand falls to the side of his face, holding him close to you as he shifts you to lay on his pillow, hovering over you.

He breaks the kiss, bending down to peck at your ear. Your giggle is almost music to his ears and your legs kick around as you mutter “It’s ticklish.”

“Yeah, that’s the point.” He sucks on your lobe harder, one hand moving downwards to wrap your legs around his waist to stop you from kicking him.

“I don’t like my ears.” You tell him, gently trying to push him away, pawing at his chest, laughing when his breath tickles your eardrum once more, “Ran!”

“You’re so beautiful though,” he pulls away, forehead to yours as he looks down at you, “best looking ears I’ve ever seen.”

“You clearly haven’t seen much ears then.” He deadpans at you and you roll your eyes, retracting your statement, “‘kay, I’m sorry.” You close your eyes when he bends down to kiss your nose, cheek, covering your face with kisses as he mumbles how perfect you are after each kiss. 

Your hands cup his face, thumbs stroking at his cheekbones as you hold his face up, enticing him into a trance with your kisses, back arching off the bed involuntarily with each groan that spills from his mouth.

“I’m gonna undress you now, alright?” He says between kisses and you suck in a harsh breath through clenched teeth before nodding, too nervous to provide a verbal response. 

He sits back on his knees and gently tug on your shirt, lifting your arms up to slide the shirt over your head and onto the edge of his bed. You sit up slightly, unfastening the straps on your bra and letting it fall, watching how his eyes stay glued to your chest as if he’s never seen a pair of breasts before. 

“...Ran, you’re staring.” You say, pointing out the obvious, thinking he would look away by now but you have to grip onto his face, and force his gaze up, “My eyes are up here.”

“I know where they are.” 

If he could kiss every part of your body he would. He looks down at you underneath him, eyes glistening with want and habitually, you tug on your bottom lip with your teeth, hands rising to wrap around his neck, craving his lips once more.

With confidence, Ran’s tongue slips into your mouth, slidinig passionately along your own. It’s almost embarrassing how pliant he makes you, how you're lifting your back from the bed slightly to press your chest against his own.

He grins at the soft moans you let out with each kiss, drinking up each mewl that leaves you when your hands wander downwards, slipping under his shirt, dipping your fingers along the crevices of his abs. 

“Take—” You take breaks between kisses to tug hopelessly at his shirt, “I want this off.”

“Someone’s bossy today.” You watch up in reverence as his shirt lifts off his body, tongue poking out to lick your bottom lip. It’s probably swollen by now, how hard you’ve been biting it but you don’t care, not when he hovers above you with his bare arms beside your head.

Your mouth is dry when he leans down to kiss you again, but keeps it short this time, breaking the kiss before you could even melt into the pleasure. 

His fingers dance their way along your thighs, making their way to the zipper of your jeans. His head drops down to look before it’s being lifted by your hands holding his face, “Don’t look…”

“I’m gonna see it regardless, y’know that right?”

Yeah, you know that; but you still feel embarrassed being fully naked and vulnerable in front of someone else for the first time. “I know…”

His fingers test the waters once more, fingernail scraping against the zipper until your legs are complying, spreading ever so slightly, just enough for him to wrap them around his waist as he unzips your jeans, hooking a finger onto your panties to tug them all off at once.

Cold air hits your bare cunt and you almost shiver when he bends down to your stomach, kissing on your skin around your bellybutton, slowly making his way down to your pelvis.

It feels extra sensitive there, butterflies frollocking around your stomach as he practically makes out with your skin. It’s wet when his tongue slides out, licking a stripe from your pelvis to your thighs, squishing them with his fingers as he marks you. He wasn’t lying when he said he would take it slow—now you’re actually regretting his slow pace, wanting to be touched down there.

“Ran—” Your voice trails off into a gasp when he bites down on your thigh, hard enough to probably leave teeth marks. “C’mon…please.” You whisper, covering your eyes with your hands, too flustered to look at him between your legs.

You can’t help but squeal when his nose brushes your clit ever so gently, his wet tongue darting out to lick a long stripe up, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking lightly.

“Oh—oh my god—” He smiles between your legs, eyes closing when he hears your moan, your legs enclosing around his head as you slap a hand over your mouth, biting at your palm when he flicks your clit with his tongue swiftly, physically unable to control your squirming.. “Ran, mm, oh fuck, fuck, yes!” 

“Yeah?” He dives back in, drowning in your slick as his fingers tickle your entrance, “Gonna put my fingers in now, ‘kay?” He takes your soft ‘mmhm, mhm’ as a sign to continue. He pushes in slowly, fighting back your body’s reaction as  he inches his finger in deeper. You almost kick him in the back when you feel it, slow, lazy yet calculated strokes with his index finger.

The pleasure is almost too much, biting your lip, throwing your head back to sink into the softness of his pillows. Your pussy clamps desperately around his long, slender finger. Ran groans, detaching his mouth from your slit, “Fuck, why are you so hot? It’s—” He twists his finger inside you, stretching your soft walls out and gives your clit another suck, “It’s fuckin’ killin’ me.”

Your body feels like jelly from just a single finger, the continuous strokes of his tongue against your clit have stars forming behind the abyss in your mind, eyes squeezed shut as you feel another finger at your entrance. “Don’t stop—fuck—please, don’t st— mm—” 

You’re babbling incoherent sentences, limbs practically numb as you try to squirm away from the overstimulation, insides feeling like they’re being electrecuted. “Wait, I—I think I’m—” 

You’ve never came before so the feeling was unusual to you. The warmth pooling around some unknown area in your stomach had you practically suffocating the man beneath your legs as he loudly licks up at the slick from your cunt as he finger fucks you into heaven.

“Clenching around me so tight, you’re close, aren’t you?”

“I think—” You swallow hard, cursing under your breath when he presses against that spot. He knows he’s hit it because the blood flow from his finger temporarily disconnets with how tight your walls clamp around it, moaning louder than he’s ever heard you before and your hand flys to the headboard to stabalise yourself as you come undone on his hands. You felt liquids squirt from your body, breaking out of the spell he put you under the moment you felt it—scared that you might’ve…

“A squirter, huh?” He says from between your legs, goosebumps forming on your forearms when he drags his tongue over your cunt one last time as a way of cleaning you up. “Didn’t know you could do that.”

“It’s not normal? Oh god…” You hide your face in your hands as he laughs, moving to sit on his knees and pulls you closer by your ankles, trying to remove your hands from your face but they’re practically glued on.

“Stop hiding from me, it was hot.”

“I thought I…” You lower your voice, too embarrassed to even finish the sentence, “I thought I peed.” He snorts and you hit him across the chest, “It’s not funny!”

“You’re so fuckin’ cute.”

Your cheeks heat up when he kisses you again. The taste of the kiss was slightly bitter and you instantly knew that was because of you. 

“You ready?” His voice is breathless as he parts away from your lips, wiping his lower face and mouth with his arm.

“Yeah.” 

He reaches forward, fluffing the pillows to get you as comfy as can be and you smile up at him, watching hypnotised as he tugs his pants down. You now understand his infatuation with your breasts because you’re lost in the sight of his cock, watching witth a dry mouth as his cock bobs free from its restraints.

There’s something white leaking from the tip that you’re sure is cum and you bite your lip when you see him squeezing tight at the base of his cock, dragging a lazy hand up to the top, groaning as he positions himself between your legs.

You blindly reach out of it, almost knocking the wind out from his lungs when you grab it, smaller fingers failing to wrap around his own. “Hey, what are you—” His words get lost when you bend down and ready to stick your tongue out before he stops you, “What are you doing?”

“I wanna taste it.” You say it like it's obvious, darting your eyes down to the leaking precum seeping out from the tip bit by bit, but he stops you, lifting you from your bent position with a single hand on your bicep. 

It’s weirdly attractive how he can just lift you with no effort, manhandle you to the way he wants and before you know it you’re back on the bed, head resting on his floofed up pillows and he’s hovering over you.

He reaches inside his bedside drawer, pulling out a condom and rolls it onto his cock as he says “As much as I’d love to see your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, babe, it’s not abouot me tonight.” His eyes trail down your body, nudging his cock against your cunt, the tip brushing agaisnt your clit in slow circles and you close your eyes to steady yourself.

Once ready, you nod at him and he bites his lip, eyes never leaving your body as he slowly presses into you. Your hands fly up to his arms, digging your nails into his skin and try your hardest to stifle your moan. 

There’s a stinging pressure the second his cockhead enters, your body fighting to accept him in and you start to panic. “Wait—” you tap at his arm rapidly, “I don’t think it’s gonna fit—I—”

“Shhh,” he bends down to kiss you, sucking on your bottom lip to comfort you, “listen to me.” You force your eyes open to look into his own honest ones, “You’re so tense, it’s gonna hurt but it’ll be quicker if you relax, ‘kay?”

“Okay…” You eyes flutter shut when you feel him press inside again, the head of his cock is fully engulfed and you feel the burn between your thighs as your walls stretch to accommodate his length, “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, it burns Ran—”

“I know, I know, almost there, promise.”

The rest of his cock slips inside almost easily and he lets out a gutted moan when he bottoms out, his hips pressing against yours and he has to physically stop himself from fucking you into the sheets, waiting for you to stop squirming underneath him. 

“Is it in?” You whisper and he lifts a hand up, thumb swiping at the tears forming under your eyeline.

“It’s in.” You exhale sharply, un-squeezing your hands from his arms to wrap around his neck. “Tell me when to move, I’ll move.” He says against your neck, pressing soft kisses to soothe you, biting down when you clench around him involuntariily.

It feels weird, like you’re being stuffed full—but you don’t see the pleasure in this yet; it’s more uncomfortable than pleasurable. Maybe your body isn’t wired the same way other girls are because they make it out to be something amazing and have them screaming out in pleasure, but you just feel like screaming out in pain.

“Y-you can move, now.” You say after a moment, watching as his jaw clenches when he drags his cock out, leaving just the tip in before pushing back in gently. Ran makes sure to use as little force as possible, not wanting to overstim you so quickly. There’s warmth pooling in the depths of your stomach, the pain slowly turning into pleasure as he keeps up his slow pace, feeling lightheaded from how your pussy catches around his cock so tightly. 

He briefly thinks he should’ve prepped you more, scared that it was too painful for you. One look down proves his theory wrong and he almost cums right there and then, stilling his hips at the sight of you all spread out for him, eyes threatening to roll into the back of your head as you bite down on your lip, trying to stifle the bubbling moans.

“Faster?” He pants out, hoping and praying that you say yes because he needs to feel you, all of you, wants to hear you scream out his name. 

“Yes, please.” Your voice is hushed and quiet, gradually getting louder when he pulls out once more but slams inside you, hard enough that you’re sliding up the bed, head almost hitting the headboard as he begins his relentless pace.

He can’t hold himself back anymore, fingers digging into his pillowcase as he slams inside you. Your hand flys to your mouth when you’re about to moan, remembering he has guests downstairs but his hands grip onto your wrists, pinning them above your head. 

“Let me hear you, fuck please—” He sounds breathless, using one hand to keep your wrists above your head, the other trailing downwards to your thighs, spreading your legs further so he could fit himself inside you better.

“Ran, ohmygod, yes, yes, don’t stop, fuck !” You attempt to scratch at his hands pinning you down, needing to grab onto something before you feel like you lose yourself completely. He presses down onto your stomach, switching his pace to a slower one and you almost scream—

“Shit,” he whispers, voice trailing into a moan when his hips jerk, shoving his cock impossibly deeper, “I can feel you cumming—fuck, you’re so—” The next thing you know, you’re being flipped ont the bed, soft mattress pressing against your stomach and ass being dragged up into the air. 

“Ran, please—” You feel so empty without him inside you, taking back everything you thought previously about sex not being enjoyable, wishing he could be inside you all the time to fill you with that warmth. 

He grips his cock, panting softly before lining his cock up at your entrance. “‘M gonna fuck you full of cum, I swear to—” His promise is cut off when he slips back inside, groaning and dragging your hips back to take his cock, mouth dropping open as your walls flutter around his cock, “Gonna fill you up—you want that, huh?”

“Mhm-mhm,” It’s hard to speak when your face is being shoved into the pillow, hands reaching behind you, desperate to touch him when he’s pinning them to your back with a firm hand. 

He ruts against you with a desperation that has you screaming your frustrations out into the pillow as you listen to his provocative dirty talk, ears full with the sounds of skin on skin slapping against each other. 

“Arch your back,” he commands, letting go of your pinned wrists to allow you freedom of movement, digging his fingers into your hips to physically stop himself from moving to give you the energy to bend forward, watching with sharp eyes as the line in the middle of your back dips, “Just like that, yeah.”

You wind your hands in the pillow, holding it like it's your lifeline as you feel him bend forward, grinding his cock with slow strokes. “Feel good, hm?”

“I—kiss me, please,” you manage to gasp out and he winds a hand in your hair, pulling you up with a firm grip to crash your lips together. It’s messy and desperate, ignoring your protesting neck and back just to lick into his mouth hopelessly.

He tugs your bottom lip with his teeth before shoving you back down onto the bed, resuming his quick, calculated thrusts. “Close?”

You nod, head heavy and snake a hand down your body to your clit, circling your fingers around it a little faster. “Uh-huh.”

“Shit, cum for me—wanna feel you, c’mon.” His hand comes down hard and heavy on your ass, and that was the driving point for you, a broken cry of his name into the pillow as your walls clamp to his cock. He groans, thrusting one, two, three more times before he groans, breathing heavily and you feel cock twitch twice before he fills the condom.

His cock is wedged deep inside you as he stills his hips, riding out his orgasm. There’s a wet noise when he slips out and your body falls limp onto the bed, every single muscle inside your body aches and you feel so sore. 

You shut your eyes closed for a moment when you hear some movement around the room, some shuffling before your cold body is being engulfed by his warm embrace as he climbs back into the bed with you. 

“You okay?” He asks, head dipped in the crevice of your neck, pressing soft kisses against the skin and you nod your head, hands coming up to hold his arm, cherishing his warmth.

“I’m good.” Looking over the curve of your shoulder, you make eye contact with him and smile, “thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being my first time. I really enjoyed it.” 

There’s a look you can’t read on his face but his eyes soften more a moment before he’s moving on top of you. Your body surges up to kiss you, sloppy and happy as his laughter ghosts across your mouth. “You’re so soft.”

“No you are! I saw your eyes soften. I’m not blind.”

“That’s cause—” He looks like he’s about to say something but then shakes his head, looking down.

“Cause what?” You move his head back up to your eyes,furrowing your brows as you wait for him to continue.

“I—I think I love you.”

You swallow, wrinkling your nose and blink up at him, those three words wiping all consciousness from your body. At your silence, he fidgets a little, swallowing constantly and swears he feels heat rushing to his palms.

“Nevermind, I—”

“No! No,no don’t take it back.” You panic, sitting up so quickly you knock your forehead against his. Falling back onto the bed with a groan, you rub at your forehead, wincing a little, “I’m such a mess, sorry—”

“No, it’s fine.” He laughs a little, rubbing his own forehead from the hit. 

“I…think I love you too. You just caught me off-guard and I panicked, I’m sorry.” You grab at his hands, bringing them up to your lips and peck the skin there softly watching as he looks at you, wide-eyed. “No, I don’t think; I know I do. I love you, Ran.”

He doesn’t say anything, looking down at the bed for a moment before chuckling, hand coming up to your cheek to caress it lightly, “Like I said before, you’re so soft.”

“Says you!” You want to hit him again but he’s tugging you down onto the bed with him, wrapping his arms around and you smile, snuggling up to his chest. 

“You’re staying the night, right?”

“Yeah. I don’t think I can walk home anyway, my legs are fucked.”

“Good.” 

[writingmysanity]

Hi Ru ^^

Slightly weird question/ choose between two things because i couldn't decide:

If you were a protagonist of a gothic novel, where would you prefer it would be located, in the mountains with steep peaks, snowstorms, cliffs, and such, or in a tiny coastal village next to an agigated sea, with tidepools, tropical storms and caves along the beach? and idk if you want to answer why

Asking for scientific purposes, obviously <3

👀 that phrasing of scientific purposes is quite suspicious, my friend.

And honestly they both have a certain... charm.

I am 100% been planning to run away to be a cryptid in the woods and live off the land in a tiny cottage already so...

The mountains hold a certain amount of warning, but the ocean... the mystery, the intrigue, the fact that any given moment the waters could just... decide take hold of the surrounding souls and drag them into the absolute depths, bodies fading into the black never to be seen again their voices- their screams- echoing in the crash of the waves, their begging last words choked on salt water whispering in the wind around the tide pools, serving as a warning that the waters took them... and they'll take you, too.

[aterabyte]

How do I know you're not just as much of a bot as nostalgebraist-autoresponder?

:0

[labyrinth-runner]

Which Fic...

Tagged by @anakinswhore

I had to break out the master lists for this. ALSO. I’m leaving out any sinful sunday things for this lol

…did you think would get a bigger reaction/audience than it got?

Oh gosh. Literally any of my song fics? Like literally any of the Obidala ones.  Specifically Guys My Age and One Thing. I also had high hopes for Senate Submission (Obidala) and Love Drunk (Obi-Wan) and I feel like those both flopped.

Also The Greatest Thing. It’s one of those things where you put hours and hours of effort into it and no one really reads it, so that’s discouraging.

…got a better reaction than you expected?

A Garden in Gotham. When it comes to fics on here, it’s definitely the one series that’s garnered the most asks. 

Also, Pirate!Obi. Everyone seems to love him.

Off of here, my most popular fic is actually Come What May, which is my modern AU Obidala fic but it’s also very centered around Obi-Wan and Anakin’s bromance (they’re foster brothers in my AU).

…is your funniest?

Oh gosh. I have a lot of funny one liners that I sneak into things that no one ever catches onto. But. Probably either Come What May, or Hauntober Day 25, Crystals. I’m here for the roasting of Anakin for losing his lightsabers

…is your darkest/angstiest?

Oh gawrsh.

I feel like there are bits and pieces of darkness in my multi-chapter fics.

Come What May deals with grief for a stretch.

Aconite in the Night from AGiG was sinister.

The Greatest Thing has a lot of angst here and there.

Senate Submission is dark in the sense that what he does is fucked up.

There’s one oneshot I wrote where I wrote it based off Obi at the end of the slave trade arc in TCW.

…is your absolute favorite?

Fuck. Guys My Age, Come What May, and Some Like it Hot for Obidala

For Obi-Wan x Reader... Love Drunk and the Pirate!Obi oneshot where he goes back to reader’s home.

I’m also hella proud of my Alex Law Series. And The Greatest Thing.

…is your least favorite?

My Obi x Reader fic Settle Down, purely because it was my first and I used “Y/N” instead of you and Y/N is my pet peeve in x Reader fics.

Also, Unholy Version 3. I wrote Padmé cheating on Anakin and I feel guilty about it.

…was the easiest to write?

Come What May at times because I’m purely writing that fic for my own self healing and indulgence. And the Banter just comes so easily.

…was the hardest to write?

The Greatest Thing. I’ve done. So. Much. Research. When I wrote that fic.

Also, Across the Stars. It’s my Obi x OC fic that I literally haven’t touched since I wrote the first part. RN it just lives on AO3. 

…has your favorite line/exchange/paragraph? (share it)

Okay so I’ve got like two.

Come What May, Ch 13

"I don't think I will ever get used to talking about him in the past tense," he said hollowly. Her heart broke for him.

"Obi, you don't have to. I don't think it's something anyone would ever get used to. He was your father, and the idea that he should have been around a lot longer isn't something odd. If it helps you to talk about him as if he's just gone out and he's going to come back for now, then you should," she said gently. "This is still fresh and raw for you. You will heal, but you have to heal at your own pace. You don't have to force yourself to haphazardly stitch up the wound. That will only make it worse. It'll either get infected, or it won't heal properly and you'll be left with a scar."

"Padmé, I'm sorry," he replied, looking off to the side. She could see the unshed tears building in his eyes again.

"Look at me," she said, gently cupping his face and refocusing him on her. "You do not have to apologize for grieving. You will always be grieving this loss. Sometimes you'll have good days, and sometimes there will be days where you see something and it'll remind you of him so much that you'll want to break down. But no matter what, those feelings are valid. He's your dad, Obi, and nothing will change that fact. But, you need to give yourself time. You shouldn't push yourself too hard to be okay, because you're not. That's not to say you won't eventually be okay, but right now you're not and that is perfectly fine. It's human. There's no correct way to grieve, but you need to grieve."

"Padmé, I..." he trailed off, a soft smile forming on his face as he looked at her. She wanted to ask him to finish his thought, but this wasn't about her right now. Instead, she used her thumb to flick away a stray tear.

And... In The Greatest Thing, Chapter One

"Is a woman not a flower?" she asked in response. "If one looked at the ball room like a bird in a tree looks over a garden, would they not see the same sight? Women in colorful dresses, putting on their best airs and making themselves colorful enough to be wanted in order to attract the bees of men."

His brow furrowed at her words. "You speak like a poet. Darling, what's wrong with attracting a bee?"

She smiled knowingly, wagging a pointed finger at him like she used to when they were children and she needed to teach him a lesson. "Bees pollinate flowers. They spread the pollen 'round and round. Bees have the ability to seek out other flowers when theirs start to wither and die. Bees don't have to tend to the flower as it dies on the vine," she gently reached out to hold a dying rose, smiling sadly at it. "No one wants the flower when its not at its best, for they don't truly love the flower. If they did... they'd know that the flower still had so much more to give, even after it looses its beauty."

He smiled at her as he softly asked, "And if someone cherished the flower in all forms?"

"Because they respected the flower or merely because they saw the usefulness of the flower?" she countered as she released the flower to regard him. She didn't quite realize it, but she was holding her breath as she awaited his answer.

"Perhaps they respect the flower, missing it terribly when it doesn't grow back every year. Still, as they're in the garden, they think of the flower and how the garden isn't quite the same without it," he replied.

"You missed me?" she asked breathlessly.

"Are we no longer discussing flowers?" he chuckled.

"Were we ever discussing flowers?" she countered with a raised brow.

…have you re-read the most?

Okay so. I know I said I wouldn’t talk about sinful sunday but. I think the ones I reread the most are the Imperial Obi Sinful Sundays And the one that I think I have titled “Dirty Talk meets breaking the bed’

…would you recommend to someone reading your work for the first time?

Tbh, I’d just direct them to my Masterlist of Masterlists and tell them to go at it. But, if you want to really get to know me, truly, deeply know me... Come What May, which is only on a03 and ff.net, and The Greatest Thing, because TGT is truly a labor of love.

…are you most proud of?

The first like. 8 chapters of The Greatest Thing. Those were truly like next level, Jane austen tier metaphors and writing and I am proud of it, even if no one reads it lmao. I get it, no one likes OCs, but I didn’t want to spend the whole fic using “you” because that just gets so repetitive. But, I also love the one shot that inspired TGT as well.

Tagging any of my writer friends, @sabinemorans @goldenkenobi @the-mandalorian-clone-lover

[sleepikiwi]

I allowed myself to feel again.

It’s rare for me to completely feel, absorb and just embrace my thoughts-

Whenever I get flooded with these endless thoughts, questions, reasons, meanings, euphorias, I forget what I was thinking of in the first place.

I get lost. I zone out. I lose my train of thought.

I’ll just have a hard time gathering them all, and create something out of it. 

the struggles of being an artist.

It’s always a feeling of frustration because of such overwhelming thoughts.

Kapag maingay utak natin, gusto na lang natin patahimikin ito.

basta, shut down our minds na lang.

Shut down people na lang.

Parang gusto na lang natin ibato,

itapon lahat ng mga naiisip at nararamdaman natin.

“ayoko nang isipin mga iniisip ko.”

“gusto ko na lang maging manhid!!” 

“ididistract ko na lang sarili ko para iwasan ‘to lahat.”

“bakit ko ba to nararamdaman ngayon?” 

“bakit ang ingay nanaman ng utak ko ngayon?”

We put our attention to the negative side of having overwhelming thoughts,

that we forget that it would also be good for us to just let these thoughts flow through our minds and just feel everything-

embrace every thought, absorb every question whether we find answers to them or not.

We develop this hatred towards ourselves when we question our mind for being so loud.

Our mind is a beautiful vessel for us to remind ourselves that we are humans.

That we are full of flaws,

that being imperfect is part of being a human,

that these are the things that shape our character, our identity-

a part of our individuality.

We have the capability to explore more things when we allow ourselves to be open to new perspectives, new experiences, new relationships.

We have such power to control what we absorb and at the same time, let go.

From the things we observe and experience from people, scenarios, movies and shows we watch, every music we listen to, and the things that we read, everyday. 

Everything.

We have the ability to understand these things one by one if we just let ourselves.

We question and develop hatred towards our mind for being so loud, but i think it’s one of the beautiful imperfections of being a human.

Giving ourselves time to think and listen to our thoughts,

listen to them one by one,

line per line, 

thought by thought,

will help us understand who we are.

Understand our own minds, accept ourselves for thinking this way,

and just feel every emotion and drown ourselves with all of it.

My mind is just my mind. My thoughts are just my thoughts.

I am definitely not smart and I judge myself. Even degrade myself for having such a mind.

This is why I’m afraid of revealing them. Maybe to the wrong people? 

Or plainly just revealing them.

The fear of judgement and being looked down upon for just having such mind always hinders me from sharing my deepest thoughts.

The fear of not executing perfectly what’s running in my mind because of the difficulty of putting my thoughts into words.

The fear of not being heard and not being understood.

The fear of being neglected and ignored.

The fear of being belittled and disrespected.

The fear of being wronged and rejected.

The fear of making no sense at all.

The fear of revealing myself. My whole-being. My soul. 

Fear. Just all fears.

But we do live our lives everyday surrounding ourselves with people, don’t we?

people who matter to us.

people who we don’t give a fuck about.

people who hate us.

people that we consider as acquaintances.

people that we admire and look up to.

people who fume our core.

people who have access to our minds.

people who we allow to erode our walls.

people who are a part of our existence.

people who give meaning to our lives.

Just people.

people. people. people.

We share parts of ourselves to them when trust is gained,

when we see similarities and differences

when we know they will listen to us,

when they reflect versions of ourselves.

Such a great opportunity to exchange thoughts, compare ourselves,

maybe judge ourselves again when the feeling of inferiority kicks us in the butt.

But at the back of our minds,

why are we still afraid to let down our guard?

We choose to reveal a facade, or our chosen personas.

I don’t think it’s a completely bad thing though.

I think it’s beautiful that people have different versions of themselves.

Layers and colors that we choose to show to different kinds of people.

These are evidences that each and every one of us is truly unique.

I guess that’s all I can say for now.

I’m already out of words.

Just an empty head with a numb body.

Maybe I’ll feel stupid after reading this the next day.

I don’t know when I’ll feel again all of the things I felt.

I don’t know when I’ll feel overwhelmed with my thoughts again.

But I know that my mind will always be loud. 

Ang alam ko magiging maingay ulit to. Magiging magulo ulit utak ko. 

Bubulabugin ako hanggang sa bumuhos na lang mga luha ko,

at sisigaw sa ilalim ng mga unan ko.

Babalik at babalik din ‘to lahat.

Pero sa susunod na mangyayari ito,

alam kong hahayaan ko na lang sarili ko malunod sa lahat ng maiisip at mararamdaman ko. - a sleepy head full of thoughts, worries, and questions unanswered. September 14, 2020 12:11 AM

[couldnt-think-of-a-better-name]

In chapter 127, looks a like that it was painful to Norman had to deny Emma's request. Even if he thought that it was for her own good.

Sorry, I have taken quite some time to answer this, my inbox has had a lot of asks, and I also had separate theories, but thank you for pointing it out!

I have already discussed this topic in a reblog to @youuuimeanmee , but I would feel bad if I didn't reply to you as well!

So my main thoughts are:

It hurts Norman to hurt Emma just as much as it hurts her, if not more. It hurts to hurt the person that you care about, doesn't it?

Yet Norman can't back down either, he is shouldering the fate of hundreds of children, and he has grown up enough that he will hurt Emma more if he lies to her to appease her but then does something else.

That has already happened when he was shipped, and the panels hold the same expressions of pain and sadness between these scenes.

Emma is actually hurting Norman with her disagreement. Norman has put an incredible amount of thought and work into this plan. Vincent has said that Norman doesn't even sleep, he works so much on this.

Yet the person he loves, the person whose opinion he cares a great deal about is telling him his plan is no good, and to change it.

I don't know about you, but that would really hurt me if I worked my ass off on something and a person I really cared about argued against it with me. Especially if a large part of why I worked that hard was for the sake of that person.

So I don't think Norman is only hurt due to having to hurt Emma. I think he is also seriously hurt by Emma, and probably feels underappreciated by her

I think that sadness and hurt are also conveyed in his expressions here, and seems to be similar to expression he is shown to have previously when he is disappointed in himself being afraid to die...

I feel that these scenes and facial expressions show just how sensitive and thoughtful this boy really is, and it breaks my heart to see him hurt like this... because Emma doesn't really notices it.

Perhaps she is just too desperate about her own side of the argument, or maybe she is just blind to it because Norman has always tried to hide these expressions from her before. He has always tried to put on a brave front for her, but now he is showing her his true feelings, and he is trying to calm her down with kind words and reason, pleading while holding her gently....

But Emma is not gentle with him. She grows increasingly agigated and desperate as the scene goes on, resorting to pretty much frantic shouting, almost crying.

It is only after Emma is growing increasingly agigated that Norman's approach changes, he grows colder and more distant, and replies more firmly to her. This time he can't and won't give ground, even if he has to see Emma cry, and she doesn't seem to be getting it with him being gentle. So he keeps to the point.

You can see that he is still hurt, to tell her this, but he is done lying and pretending. He just wants her to understand him, he just wants to convey his feelings, the truth he has learned while growing up:

Norman is just as much desperate to be ubderstood by Emma as Emma is about having Norman understand her. But Norman is trying to keep his calm, no matter how much he is rattled on the inside. It however clearly shows on his face from time to time how hurt he really is...

The terrible truth about this scene is that they had been both hurting each other, but this hurt is necessary for them to understand each other in the future.

It hurts now, but of course opening your heart up to another person carries a risk, but you can't truly understand each other without it.

My heart goes out to both of these children, but I am glad that they are able to face each other with such honesty.

[jean-and-ali-liveblogs]

Ali: Thank you for all the support, you are all so nice!

But it’s not really like people were ragging or something. Everybody was more or less polite and nice, just asking and discussing. Even that person who was like “I am done” was just agigated and bitter, but still very civil and polite. I don’t have really any issue with people, no! And it’s completely fine to discuss stuff and it’s completely fine for people to have various opinions and disagree with Jean etc. 

It was just a  bit too much. I don’t want to force Jean to answer the same things over and over again. I don’t want to force our opinion on  him. And I want him to have a pleasant experience here. So that’s why I wrote that chill-people post. 

[my-youngworld88]

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[pinklovemoon]

"Once I finally felt content in being single,  that's when I found my perfect someone. The timing couldn't have been more perfect." "After I stopped looking, it just happened." "Just be happy and content with where you are. The rest will come." These things have been said to me by well-meaning people, and the theory behind these thoughts has always confused me. Although they sound sweet and comforting , underneath this logic is a large creature of discontent mascarading as contentment. What these kind of thoughts are saying is that feeling content about being single will solve my loneliness. Pursuing this kind of remedy for a disappointed heart makes contentment a magical cure for the "disease" of being single. Contentment is more like an road to get what I desire than a beautiful place of serenity. The truth is, contentment isn't the answer to being single. Being content about being single will not solve my problems. It won't erase all of my desires. It certainly won't get me a relationship in the next couple of days. The answer to being single is not about how we feel about being single. In fact, I dare say that there is no true "answer" at all. What we can just do is live our lives the best we can. Remember that even being in a relationship is not a guarantee for happiness. The universe will provide what is best for you and sometimes, being in a relationship is not one of them. #americangirl #dolls #agdoll #americangirldollphotography #cute #pretty #agfeatureme #agfeature #americangirlbrand #joy2everygirl #agig #agiphotography #activeagig #agigphotojoy #americangirldoll #agigfeatures #lovedolls #loveag #adultdollcollector #americangirlinstagram #adultcollector https://www.instagram.com/p/CDoE2tcnlea/?igshid=xjkstz7c466h

[risereigncorp]

Who would said we would end this way, again

Months passed as the most happiest months, Lena and Sam were almost all the time together except between classes or Sam's job. They stayed mostly in Sam's apartment were Lena could see Sam more comfortable. Sam used to cook for Lena all the time, getting into all the vegan food she was really awkward in a beginning because she had no idea how to make a decent plate with that.

Lena was reading a science magazine in a half seat position while Sam was sleeping tangled into her body. Sam at weekends had this thing about to take a nap hugging her girlfriend.

"Babe I'm hoooome" Gayle closed the door then entering to the living room "Hey lovebirds"

"Sam is sleeping" Lena lowered her voice feeling Sam moving slowly still asleep

"I thought you two were going to the one of these wild trips sleepy beauty likes" Gayle took off her jacket and thrown it to the other couch

"I told her we should stay" Lena closed the magazine and brushed Sam's hair softly

"Uhg you two are disgustingly cute"

"Yes we are" Sam mumbled opening one eye and burying her face into Lena's cleavage making her girlfriend laugh

"Yeah I'm not staying to watch lesbian porn" Gayle laughed and left

Sam waited for a few seconds and kissed Lena in the lips after making her laugh. She woke up stretching her back only to kneel before Lena

"Are you hungry? You want me to cook something?" Sam loved to take care of every need Lena had

Lena smiled a leaned to kiss her "No" a kiss "But we should go somewhere"

"Sure, what do you have in mind?" Sam closed the gap between their lips

"Can we go to my home? I need to pick up something"

Sam kissed Lena again "As you wish" another kiss "let me change my clothes"

Lena wanted to drive this time but Sam convinced her to let her drive. When they got to Lena's home there were cars, expensive ones. Lena only could recognize the one of her father.

"Is anything wrong?" Sam stoped the car and looked at her girlfriend

"My father is here" Lena had her brows up in surprise "That Bentley is his"

"Do you want me to leave?"

"No!" Lena looked at Sam quickly "I want you to meet him" She had an excitement smile "He's gonna love you" she kissed Sam softly "let's go"

That day Sam meet Lionel Luthor, owner of half of the city. He were charming and liked her, not like Lilian whom ignored whatever Sam and Lena do. And to be honest the weekend went great.

A couple months after Lena wanted Sam to move with her into a apartment Lena wanted to rent. But that's how they started arguing. Lena wanted to do the best to make them to be together always, and wanted to pay for everything. Something that bothered Sam in many levels because she loved Lena, the most. But the money always was a trouble, she was stubborn wanting to pay everything in equal parts. Lena didn't mind it a all but it was a huge subject to Sam

Near to their first anniversary with the little fights, they had their week full of exams and final projects. They barely saw each other in the whole week. Lena know how important the exams were to Sam, and understood she won't answer her messages. She missed her girlfriend, she missed hearing her talk about physics, about her project, that thing Sam used to do eating lollipops to focus. Seeing that face full concentrated reading but with one hand in inside her thigh. Seeing her wandering around answering questions Lena used to ask from the books and see her smile big and kiss her with every good answer

Lena drove to Sam and Gayle's apartment and then knocked the door. Two minutes later Gayle opened the door in surprise to see her there. She let her enter the flat and left her alone. Lena walked into Sam's room finding her girlfriend laying in the floor with a book covering her face

"Gayle get the fuck out, I really need to study, I'm not even texting Lena and I miss her, so please once again.. LEAVE" Sam pulled out the book from her face and looked into the frame door "Lena..." she stood up "Hey..." Sam felt agigated to see her there "Hi"

Lena had her right hand holding her left forearm and almost melt when she saw Sam expression, and smiled softly waving her hand a little without saying a word

"You are here" Sam made a few steps towards Lena and hugged her tight feeling Lena's arms around her too "Why?"

Sam was about to pull away but Lena hold the hug "let's stay like this a little longer" Lena rested her head in Sam's chest hearing her heartbeats

"I missed you" Sam whispered and kissed Lena's forehead

"Me too" Lena looked at Sam face and tip toe to kiss her in the lips "happy birthday"

"What? Today's not my..." Sam frown thoughtful and closed her eyes "Today is my birthday" Sam laughed feeling silly

"When do you have that exam?" Lena rested again her head into Sam chest

Sam made steps backwards with Lena still in her arms "tomorrow morning 10 am" she unhold her arms around Lena and pushed her softly away "I'm gonna take a break and take you wherever you want"

"Sam is your birthday and we should do whatever you want" Lena pulled closer her girlfriend again and cupped her face in her hands "I miss you" she kissed her "I really do" another kiss

They started kissing and it let them into a heavy makeout in Sam's bed. Sam had to push off the bed a few books of the bed. But that was all, tender touches, steamy kisses... they didn't want to go further because if they did, they were really sure that all these two weeks without sex would turn into a marathon. Sam was holding it good until Lena moaned when she bit her neck and sucked her pulse point.

"You are making this hard" Sam was still placing kisses in Lena's neck

Lena giggled and hissed raising her hips when Sam sucked her neck again "Sam"

"You are my birthday present, right?" Sam started to grind her thigh against Lena's center

"Yes" Lena nodded breathless following the motions

They had sex, hot, and recovering all the hours lost. Luckily Gayle left the place because they were more vocal than usual and that turned them on even more. Later that night they were taking a shower together. Three days more and it was supposed to be their first anniversary. Lena had prepared something important but in that very moment the only that mattered were them.

Lena was changing her clothes into some that she have left in Sam's place when this came with a bottle of water, and her favorite snacks.

"You still have it?" Lena asked picking the carrot chips

"Actually yesterday I bought more. I ate the ones you brought, and I know you loved these as much as you love kale chips" Sam sat next to Lena "And I love you, Lena"

This was the second time Sam saying those words. The first time she said it was during a fight. Okay Sam repeated the L word four times but this was the second time she say it calm and meaning it. Lena smiled bright and kissed her girlfriend. The difference between them was that Sam say it. But she doesn't, she felt it, she was experimenting the love she felt for Sam, but when she tried to tell her she loved her too the words never came out of her mouth.

Lena helped Sam to study and it really worked out, when Sam got the califications of her final exam she scored the highest note. Lena was proud of her.

The day of their anniversary Sam had bought a ring for Lena, not to propose, not engagement, just a ring she liked and bought it thinking about the woman she loved. About how it will suit her good in those long fingers.

During their dinner Lena freaked out a little but Sam laughing let her know that it was just a gift and no a Ring for something else. Lena felt relieve but also somehow some disappointment. And Lena officially gifted her the Harley-Davidson.

Their happiness only would last another two months until Sam gotten an offer to work on one of the best Switzerland laboratories specializing their researches into bio technology. As much Sam told Lena she wasn't going and she was staying there and that if this offer came some other would too. They argued everyday until Sam got the last call and after being crying the whole morning she said yes.

Lena went with Sam to the airport and hug her as a goodbye holding a fierce, cold, and indifferent attitude. Sam was already going inside the airport and Lena was about to cry when Sam came back running crashing her lips against Lena's holding one of her hands. Giving her the last kiss

"I will always love you Lena Luthor"

Only when she was sure Sam gone she cried her pain out. She pushed away the woman she loved, the only person she had ever loved. When she opened her hand there was the ring Sam bought her for their anniversary and Lena weeks ago thrown to her face in the middle of the heat of the arguing and that made her cry even more.

Six years later Lena was in a gala dinner when one of the inversors of one of the most famous firm who was tightening ties with L-Corp was babbling about something Lena didn't care at all because it wasn't a work subject she saw something that got her attention but lost the view with the old man asked her about if it was right. She kindly excused herself waking up from her seat.

"Cat is gonna be thrilled about all the interviews I just made" Kara ambushed Lena with that while she was looking for the person she thought she saw

"What?"

"Four interviews and an appointment to talk to Ray Palmer from Palmers industries" Kara was excited

"I'm glad you made it" Lena smiled big to her best friend still looking around

"Who are you looking for?" Kara looked around too

"I thought I saw someone I used to know... never mind" Lena smiled warm "Tell me more about these interviews"

Kara began talk about it and she looked so happy telling all these things. An hour later Lena took a break and went to the backyard of the gala with a glass of champagne in her hand. Maybe her eyes had tricked her, because the woman looked like Sam but she wasn't sure that woman were really Sam.

Lena heard a woman giggle and the tone of voice she used to know, she looked into the direction of the voices and saw a woman, light eyes, dark blue dress, toned. And in front of her Sam smiling. Lena felt her heart about to run out of her chest. The woman of the dark blue dress was getting closer and closer to Sam while this simply smiled and talked to her. Lena drank her champagne in just one motion looking at them. Years a lot of years had passed but that picture was the worst to see her ex again.

The woman of the dark blue dress leaned into Sam face and kissed her cheek, and left her, Lena couldn't hear much. She broke the glass from how hard she was holding it and cursed out loud looking at her hand. This made Sam looking at direction of the voice.

"Lena?" Sam called and began to walk to where Lena were

Lena was checking that she didn't had cut her hand when she looked up and saw Sam walking towards her.

"Lena its you" Sam was happy to see her and wanted to hug her but she didn't do

"Hi.." Lena was speechless. Sam looked even better than in college "How, how are you?" She shook her hand that was wet

Sam smiled the way she used to do "Wait, let me get a napkin"

Lena checked the black night dress (classy) Sam was wearing. She was really checking her out, but when Sam turned around wrapping Lena's hand into her covering that hand with the napkin she acted cool.

"I didn't know you were coming" Sam dry Lena's hand "You look stunning in that dress"

Lena felt her cheeks burning "Thank you, you..."

"March, I'm gonna get going to the hotel-" the woman of the dark blue dress again

"Dinah, let me introduce you to Lena-"

"Luthor, Lena Luthor, right?" The gorgeous woman said with a cute smile offering her hand "I'm Dinah Drake"

Lena shook the hand of the woman, but she was wondering why she called Sam, March, her last name was Arias. In that moment she left a cold breeze running her spine. Sam was married?

"Nice to met you miss Drake"

Sam snorted "Lena don't..." she laughed

"Please call me Dinah" the woman was actually nice

They talked a little bit for a while, Lena was more interested into know if Sam was married or something but not seeing any ring in her hand but one in her thumb. Every time Sam explained something and placed one hand into Lena's arms she could feel shivers also jealousy seeing the familiarity with this Dinah woman.

"I'm gonna get going now, tomorrow I have to fly back to Starling City" Dinah hugged Sam tight giving her a few kisses in her cheek making Sam smile

"I'll call you tomorrow" Sam assured

"Nice to meet you Miss Luthor"

"Nice to meet you too Dinah"

The woman waved at the two of them and disappeared going inside the gala. Samantha for a few seconds was staring at Lena making her feel nervous

"Is this your girlfriend?" It was the first thing that scape of Lena's mouth

"No, she's just a friend a good good friend" Sam honestly said

Lena was about to explode "I remember you didn't liked people touching you"

"Are you single?" Sam cut her off deadly serious

"If Am I-"

"Single, yes" Sam ran out again

"Huh, yes but why are y-" Lena couldn't end the sentence because Sam pulled her into a kiss

Lena wanted to push her away but when she put her hands into Sam's upper arms, Sam deepened the kiss and Lena lost her senses kissing her back lazing her hands around the back of Sam's neck. Sam was kissing even better than she she could remember. And only when she pulled back

"Who would said we would end this way. Nice ring..." Sam pointed the ring she once gave to Lena "Sorry about the k-"

"Shut up" Lena pulled her again into a kiss

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21 and 19!

Not sure which one this is for so I'll answer for both.

19. what advice would you give to your younger self?

You're trans, love. Do your best to go on blockers and it'll save you a lot of heartache.

21. three words to describe yourself?

Compassionate, Forgetful, Burnt-out

19. Singing or Dancing

Singing

21. Milk or Juice

This is tough one but u think milk just because chocolate milk is an option.

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This or that: 6, 9, 24

6. what’s an irrational fear you have?

Bees.

9. what’s a misunderstanding people often have about you?

They think I use big words all the time to show off how smart I am.

24. have you ever experienced something supernatural?

Nope.

6. Pancakes or Waffles

Pancakes because it's easier to spread Nutella or other chocolate nut butter on them

9. Library or Museums

Libraries, generally

24. Fire or Ice

Ooh. Fire, I think, but that's a tough one.

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Hi Agig, just curious about all the Spartan posts. Is this a reference to something, or am I just trying to decipher comments on your RPG sessions?

First of all, rude

>.>

<.<

Second of all, the Spartan posts are about Halo.

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6, 29, 53, 97 :D

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Tomboy, goth, formal

29. best way to bond with you?

Cuddle, talk about fandoms we like, stay up late enough that I start talking about my feelings without overthinking it, have in-depth philosophical discussions, other stuff I'm probably forgetting

53. what is the current state of your hands?

Soft because I have Ehlers-Danlos

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

3; my own and my parents'

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23, 40, 95 (for the ask game)

23. strange habits?

I don't have a great framework for "weird," but I guess the way that I always sort of gently press a hand against one side of the doorframe when I'm walking through doorways or the wall when I'm walking around a corner. My best guess is that I started doing it when I was younger in response to my poor distance measuring and spatial perception to keep from running into doors/walls and now it's just a thing I do.

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

I honestly can't think of anything, at least that I was there for. It's a small school and I have a supernatural talent for just happening to not be present when weird things or drama occur. It's bizarre.

95. favorite app on your phone?

Tumblr or Chrome.

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Top things you love to write about!

In no particular order:

My main's slow-burn romance with one of @jaxsor's characters

My smut-obsessed military AI who low-key hates being an AI and hates being military

Futuristic geopolitics

Fight scenes

Hurt/comfort