#i should sleep. ugh. i so sleepy
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“Your sister found me because she was ready.”
Kara frowns. “Ready for what?”
“For the truth.” Lena replies simply. “To wake up and leave the lie behind.”
“The lie?” Lena’s words bring back echoes of Alex’s message. The Matrix still has you… You’ll find me, if you’re ready to wake up. “You mean… the Matrix?”
“Yes.”
Kara leans forward, her attention caught. “What is the Matrix?”
Lena sighs, her eyes clouding over. “I’m afraid no one can be told what the Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself. Right now, all I can tell you is that the Matrix is everywhere. It’s all around us. It’s in the air we breathe, in everything we touch…”
Lena ventures a hand between them to touch Kara’s, their hands connecting in the slightest. And even though she knows that she’s not really touching Kara’s hand, her mind feeds her the sensations of it — the softness of Kara’s skin, the gentle press of her flesh under Lena’s fingers.
Lena draws her hand away, and Kara follows it avidly with her eyes. “For you to know what the Matrix is, I have to go back to the beginning. Or at least, to where it begins for us.”
Or, the Supercorp Matrix AU
[So I found an old Matrix AU from a different fandom while I was rooting through my drive, and I thought it could be retooled into a Supercorp AU. Little did I know what I was inviting into my brain, but here we are suffering the consequences. (And now I have 2 different supercorp Matrix AUs. Great.) Spoilers ahead for the OG trilogy.]
In the movies, Neo is the One, but there are other Potentials. Each Potential displays extraordinary abilities beyond the standards of normal. Kara and Lena are both Potentials. Either one of them could be the One.
It begins in the Matrix, when Lena gets adopted by the Luthors as a little girl.
The Luthors are a picture-perfect family. Powerful, affluent, and respected. The father, the mother and the golden son. And Lena - smart, angelic and pretty, the perfect daughter - is the ideal addition to make their picturesque family complete.
Except when she's about 4 or so, it becomes apparent that Lena is not like other children.
It's immediately clear that her intellect far surpasses people four, five times her age. Lena is sharp and brilliant, able to grasp complex concepts most adults cannot. She seems to see the world around her in a different way.
The Luthors are no strangers to gifted children, their son Lex was deemed a prodigy at around the same age. At first, Lionel and Lillian take this as yet another proof of how exceptional Luthors are, and Lena is proudly displayed as their indigo child.
But Lena's talent develops as fast as she does.
Soon, she begins to exhibit strange, unexplained abilities. An expensive Waterford crystal goblet in Lionel's hand explodes when Lena has a tantrum. Once, Lillian walks into her playroom to find Lena having tea with her dolls, and when Lillian enters, all heads turn to her. Lena's and all four of her Madame Alexander dolls.
Her intellect begins to surpass what defines “normal” intelligence. She predicts and successfully foils an assassination attempt against Lionel. She prevents Lex from getting hit by a driver in a car chase five blocks away.
The last straw comes when Lena finds out that the cleaning lady's five year old son has cancer.
Lena convinces Alma to take her to see him. Five hours later, a tearful Alma brings the little girl back with something akin to wonder in her eyes. "Your little girl is an angel, Mr. Luthor. Bendecida por la Virgen. She cured my Carlos! She took away his sickness! Ella es un milagro de Dios!”
However, far from seeing it as a miracle, the Luthors circle the wagons. The next day, Lena finds out Alma has been dismissed, and a shift occurs in the Luthor household.
When Lena's abilities were within the parameters of "normal", they were good, something to be proud of. But now that her gifts have proven to be beyond that, they become alien, freakish. Something to be hidden. People would be asking too many questions, and Luthors do not permit those.
Suddenly, instead of being lauded for what she is able to do, Lena is now scrutinized and examined to find out what's "wrong" with her. It begins to strain the family that is obsessed with order and perfection.
They take Lena to various doctors and put her through all sorts of tests, but none of them seem able to find an explanation for Lena’s strange abilities.
Until they meet Rhea, an educator who runs an exclusive facility for “gifted” children.
An elegant and well-spoken woman, Rhea seems fascinated by Lena. Her teaching “methods” seem vague, but out of all the specialists Lena has seen so far, she is the only one who seems to understand and make a connection with her. At the very least, they seem to speak the same language. Rhea knows about this Matrix Lena has been talking about.
Rhea asks Lena if she wants to find out what the Matrix truly is. And when Lena agrees, Rhea takes the little girl to the Oracle to confirm her suspicions that she is a Potential.
Lena is taken to a tall building, riding all the way to the top floor with her little hand in Rhea’s. On the 64th floor, they enter a glass office in which an imperious looking blond woman sits, watching her with a piercing eye.
“Leave us.”
The woman orders sharply, slanting a glare at Rhea. She is at least 6 inches shorter than Rhea, even in heels, but her tone and her face brook no argument. Rhea retreats with a seething sneer, but she complies.
“Now, you,” the woman turns to Lena with a dark look and a raised brow. It fails to intimidate Lena, who has lived with Lillian Luthor’s pointed glares for the past three years of her life. “Do you know why you’re here?”
Lena merely blinks at her. “Because I know things.”
The woman scoffs. “So do I. Doesn’t make you special.” She gestures around her at her office with a spectacular view. “I know things too.”
Lena’s eyebrows rise as well. “Not everything.”
The woman’s glare intensifies, but Lena stares her down. After a moment, a corner of the woman’s mouth lifts, and she barks out a laugh. “You’re a smart one, aren’t you?”
Lena clasps her hands behind her back. “So I’ve been told.”
“Do you know who I am?”
Lena nods. “You’re the Oracle.”
The woman snorts delicately. “Did Rhea tell you that?”
Lena regards her solemnly. “She didn’t have to.”
The woman’s eyes narrow at her, but Lena says nothing more. She is scrutinized for another moment before the woman smirks. “Alright. Since you’re so smart, why don’t you tell me what you already know.”
Lena blinks at her, responding to the woman’s scrutinizing gaze in kind. “I know that you’re not human.”
Another laugh, this time louder. Piercing blue eyes gain a twinkle of mirth. “Very good. What else?”
“I know that you’re not real.”
The woman scoffs disdainfully. “Real is an abstract concept.”
“I know that I’m dreaming, and none of this is real.”
The mirth suddenly vanishes from the woman’s gaze, and her blue eyes stare at Lena intently. “What do you mean?”
Lena sweeps her little arms across the room. “This. All of this. Everything. It’s not real. It’s just a dream.”
The woman is leaning forward now. It looks to Lena as if she is holding her breath. “And what makes you think that?”
Lena chews thoughtfully on her lower lip. “Have you ever read Plato’s allegory of the cave?”
The woman’s eyebrows rise and an amused smile dances over her lips. “Of course.”
“It feels like that. Like the people chained to the walls of the cave, watching just shadows and reflections. Other people — even my parents, even Lex — they look around them and think that this is the real thing. But all we’re seeing are just shadows. Sometimes it makes me feel confused and blurry, like I’m dreaming, but I can’t wake up.”
The woman hums and her hands form a steeple under her chin as she continues to observe Lena.
"In the story, the prisoner who is freed into the sunlight was angry and in great pain after being in the dark for so long. Why would they go through that? Why not stay in the comfort of the darkness that they’ve known all their lives?”
Lena’s gaze doesn’t waver. “Because they would finally know the truth. They wouldn’t be living in a lie anymore. They would be free.”
A smile spreads across the woman’s face, and the nod she gives is almost approving. “Is that what you want?”
“Only if you tell me the truth.” Lena nods solemnly. “Will you tell me the truth, Oracle?”
“I’ll tell you everything you need to know.” The woman chuckles. “And one more thing. Call me Cat.”
Despite their animosity toward each other, both Cat and Rhea decide that Lena is more than ready for extraction.
The only problem is that Lena, at 6 years old, is one of the youngest children to be extracted so far. Because she’s so young, it’s decided that her family should be brought with her too. Lex, by then a teenager, is given a choice: to stay in the Matrix, or go down the rabbit hole, as it were.
Lex chooses to follow his family, and the Luthors are extracted by Rhea. They are brought on-board her ship, the Daxam. All four Luthors are taken to Zion, and told the truth about everything — the lie of the Matrix, the human harvest fields, and the fact that there is no going back.
That’s when it all goes to hell.
Lionel barely lasts three months.
Unable to accept the truth that his life of power and control was all a lie, and unwilling to believe that he now exists in a world where his name holds no weight, he somehow escapes Zion and finds his way to a human pod to try to inject himself back into the Matrix.
They search for him for weeks, and eventually they find him in the pod, impaled on the metal breathing hose stuffed into his mouth with the end sticking out the back of his head.
Lillian lasts longer, but this is no comfort.
Torn from her privileged life, her resentment begins to build and build, as she’s forced to accept her new reality.
Her perfect life was stolen from her. The high-paying job, the distinguished career, the unlimited influence, the beautiful house, the comfortable lifestyle — all gone. All apparently just a dream.
And now, Lillian has woken up to the dirt and drab and heat and toil of Zion’s underground, with nothing to show for her former life but the daughter she didn’t even ask for. The same daughter who is the very reason she’s trapped here now with no chance of going back.
She refuses to reconcile with her new reality, but she is no weakling like her husband. Instead, she lets the ugly, bitter ire fester inside her over the years, until it finally comes out.
One night, Lillian enters the rough, tiny cave that has become her unwilling home, creeps into the alcove carved into rock where her teenaged daughter sleeps and pours acid over her.
Lena’s screams wake others in the neighboring dwelling, and healers are immediately dispatched to tend to her wounds. Thankfully, Lena was turned away in her sleep, and the burns were limited to her back.
By the time her condition is pronounced stable, Lillian is gone.
Without her parents, Lena is taken in by Rhea to live with her, her husband Lar Gand and their infant son, Mon-El.
Rhea keeps Lena very close, almost jealously so. She prizes the young girl above all else in their household. Most of her time is devoted to teaching Lena, training her using the fight simulations and programs on the Daxam, instructing her on how to pilot the ship.
For Lena — who had grown up under Lillian’s growing resentment and bitterness, who had just survived a horrific attack on her by her own mother — Rhea is a godsend. Under Rhea’s maternal affection, Lena thrives. She pushes her own limits during her training, masters techniques with unparalleled speed and unerring accuracy, devours knowledge programs downloaded into her mind every time she’s plugged in. She blooms under Rhea’s freely-given praise, and works harder, starved as she was for acknowledgment and affection over the years.
As Rhea’s son, young Mon-El, grows up without displaying any unique abilities, he is often shunted to the side. Despite their age-difference, Lena makes a conscious effort to spend time with him, to give him the same nurturing Rhea is giving her.
She teaches Mon-El how to make repairs to the ship, explains how the thrusters work, how the pads keep the ship in balance. He’s most fascinated by the robotic armed exoskeletons that are kept at the dock for the city’s defense. He often asks Lena to take him to the bridge to watch them, and the two of them watch the exoskeletons being loaded, Lena leaning on the top rail, and Mon-El perched on the middle one, his skinny legs swinging in the air. As Lena smiles, the young boy boldly tells her that one day, he’ll pilot one of those.
It feels… nice. Almost like having a brother again. It feels like a second chance
After all, her own brother — well, that bridge was burned a long time ago, and Lena tries not to think about it.
But it’s hard to forget when she sees him all time, a nightmare come to life, whenever she’s plugged into the Matrix.
Lena will never forget the first time she saw her brother there.
Lex had abandoned them, had left his mother and sister in Zion years ago, as soon as he was of age. She’d tried to find him, had spent weeks, months, looking for him, to no avail.
Finally, Lena had been forced to accept that Lex had met their father’s fate. He could’ve been attacked by sentinels, gotten lost in the mechanical sewers, or worse, attempted the same thing Lionel had.
Either way, the result was the same, and the guilt and pain of it had been agony, but Lena had accepted it.
Until the day she met the Agent.
Most agents were already nigh indestructible, with their speed and brute strength, not to mention the internal communication they kept with each other through the program.
But this one… this one stayed on Lena’s tail with a dogged, malicious ferocity that she couldn’t shake off. It had been dangerously close several times already as he chased her throughout the dark, rain-soaked city streets. She couldn’t get a good lock on him, and it was all she could do to follow Jack’s instructions to the nearest extraction point.
Lena’s almost there, sliding into the booth, hand outstretched to grab the phone — when she sees it.
The Agent wearing her brother’s face, a feral smile stretching his lips as his fingertips brush the corner of her dark coat. The grin turns into a snarl as Lena lifts the phone to her ear, and he misses her by a millimeter.
It had been only a second, but… it was Lex.
Lena was sure of it. So sure that she had spent months hacking into the system with Brainy’s help, trying to find out what the hell was going on.
It takes six months of hacking into the mainframe to discover the truth. Lex had succeeded where their father had not. The son had surpassed the father.
Not only had Lex somehow managed to get himself reinserted into the Matrix, the anomaly of his presence in the code had also caused a glitch in the system itself.
It takes another encounter with Lex — in his new regalia of a generic black suit, bland tie and FBI-issued sunglasses — sneering at her as he points a gun at her head, to realize yet another knife-wound truth.
Her brother has become a virus in the Matrix.
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Kara’s experience in the Matrix could not have been more different from Lena’s.
More than a decade before Lena was born, Kara Zorel was like any normal thirteen year old girl. She went to school, hung out with her friends, had a crush on the boy living next door. She got straight A’s, and volunteered at the local senior home.
Her quicksilver mind that could spot things others couldn’t was easily considered as part of her intelligence. She was a very smart girl, after all. Her obsession with puzzles and codes was easily filed away as a quirk or a phase she was going through until she found a new hobby.
Everything about her life seemed to be on track to become ordinary, until the day of the accident.
At least, they told her it was an accident. Kara doesn’t remember any of it. All she really remembers is waiting for a train at a subway station. She remembers her father mentioning a Trainmaster who would take them away, somewhere new. To a new home, her mother had said. [This is from the 3rd movie]
And then nothing.
Kara thinks she must have been dreaming, because she can remember being left alone in that subway station — the walls were blank and a sterile white, with nothing to indicate the presence of life except Kara herself sitting on the otherwise empty bench. She can remember the feeling of waiting, waiting endlessly for the nothing that would come — no trains, no other passengers, no one else at the station with her. She can remember running along the platform tirelessly, only to end up in the same place she’d started from. She remembers the feeling of being left behind and trapped and scared. Mostly scared.
And then the next thing she knows, she’s awake on a hospital bed with Eliza Danvers sleeping on the chair next to her.
The Danvers had found her on the train platform, curled up, unconscious, on the same bench she’d dreamed of. They’d thought she was a runaway, or a missing child, but the FBI agents who had come to Kara’s hospital room had told her that her parents were dead.
An accident, they’d said. A subway malfunction that had taken out a whole car. Under investigation, the man in sunglasses and a dark suit had reassured Jeremiah and Eliza in a monotonous voice.
With no one to claim her, no other family to speak of, Kara is taken in by the Danvers. They’re good people, kind and understanding when Kara wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares of being trapped in a white sea of nothingness.
When Kara wakes up crying and sweating, Eliza is there to soothe her and rock her in her arms until she fell asleep again. When she tells Jeremiah that everything is too loud and bright, he sits her down and teaches her to calm her thoughts and meditate.
Alex, who had gone from being an only child to having an anxious, high-maintenance little intruder in her room, is less than happy about the situation. She keeps her distance, and gives Kara cold glares from across the bedroom or ignores her completely.
Until one night when Alex sneaks back into their room from the concert she’d snuck out to earlier, and finds Kara sitting on one corner of her bed with her knees curled up. With Alex gone for most of the night, Kara had been alone and had refused to fall asleep, terrified of having nightmares again.
With only a little bit of grumbling, Alex tosses all their pillows and blankets onto the floor, and drapes one of her sheets over both their beds to make their first blanket fort. The first of many.
Curled up on the floor next to Alex, Kara sleeps soundly through the night for the first time since waking up without her parents.
Still, despite slowly settling in with the Danvers, Kara can’t shake the feeling that something is off.
It feels as if everything around her is just a little bit off-kilter. As if the world had somehow changed in the time she’d been unconscious. Or maybe she had. Either way, it feels as if both Kara and the world around her know on some level that she’s not supposed to be here. Perhaps it’s because she was meant to die along with her parents. But by some unknown anomaly, here she is, half of her present, half of her straining to join her mother and father wherever they are.
It’s not a reflection on the Danvers. Kara couldn’t have asked for a better family to care for her. And she cares for them too. Over time, Kara gains a sister she would die for in a heartbeat, instead of a roommate who barely tolerated her presence when she first arrived. Her definition of ‘mother’ slowly expands and makes room for Eliza in her heart. She finds a man to respect and admire in Jeremiah.
Still, the feeling of being out of place persists throughout the years, always in the back of Kara’s mind.
Tragedy strikes when Jeremiah disappears.
It happens quickly, too quickly. One day her foster father is there, the next he’s gone. The only clue the police get is the last voicemail on Jeremiah’s phone.
The message starts with Jeremiah’s voice, reminding Alex that he’ll be picking her up from softball practice later, then it cuts off abruptly without warning.
Ten seconds later, another voice is heard through the other end, this time a smooth monotone. It sounds nothing at all like Jeremiah, and it sends a chill down Kara’s spine.
“The Luthor girl escaped again. She has eluded us one too many times for a human. She cannot avoid the inevitable…. Send the Brother. Next time, she dies.”
Nothing is found at the scene but Jeremiah’s phone. No evidence, no ransom note, no explanation for the strange message, nothing to trace, nothing to at all to suggest that Jeremiah Danvers was there. The blank-faced FBI agents offer no sympathy when they inform Eliza of the news in a smooth, apathetic monotone.
[[In case it’s not clear, Jeremiah got turned into an agent by the other agents who were chasing Lena during one of the times she was plugged into the Matrix]]
Their little family is shocked and reeling, but they cling to one another in their grief. Kara remembers something her mother always used to say. Stronger together, Kara. Life is hard, and we cannot face it alone. We must be each other’s strengths. We are always stronger together.
Still, life goes on. Keeps moving on, even after tragedy and loss. Sometimes, Kara feels as if the world is in constant motion, its inertia having no time to waste on a young girl who feels as if she has been left behind.
The sense of alienation increases, and Kara is diagnosed with depression. Which only serves to increase her family’s concern, and puts a near-permanent look of worry in Eliza’s eyes.
So Kara puts on her brightest smile and hugs her foster mother. She talks more, smiles wider, laughs louder, and makes more friends to go out with so she’s not at home alone in her room which no longer has Alex in it.
Alex goes to college, then med school, the chip on her shoulder large enough to be seen from space. She’s determined to find out what really happened to her father, and Kara knows how stubborn she is.
But she only really finds out how serious Alex is when her older sister declares that she’s joining the FBI, and no amount of talking from either Kara or Eliza can dissuade her.
And it’s not as if Kara has a leg to stand on. At least Alex has a purpose, a direction. Meanwhile, Kara has no idea what she wants to do with her life. She meanders around after college, a little bit lost and floundering. She’s intelligent, her professors said, but she lacks focus.
Eventually, she gets hired at Catco as an assistant to the big boss herself, Cat Grant.
All of 5’4” in heels, the woman herself strikes fear into the heart of every intern roaming the halls. It’s impossible not to snap to attention when her private elevator dings and she steps out. Each click of her heels is a reminder of the power she wields, and honestly, Kara is a little terrified of her.
But she straightens her spine and her glasses, tucks her hair behind her ear, and refuses to be cowed.
And it’s as if Miss Grant takes it as a challenge to break her, because her demands become more and more unrealistic, more and more impossible. But something inside Kara tells her not to back down, to stare her right back, and wait her out. Cat Grant is a puzzle, and Kara has always been good at puzzles.
The key comes in the form of Carter Grant.
Cat tasks Kara to pick her son up from school one afternoon, and Kara finds the young boy waiting for her right outside the school gates. He’s a very sweet boy, a little shy, but he eventually tells Kara about this comic he’s been reading about a young superhero named Supergirl.
As he begins to brighten up talking about his new favorite character, Carter doesn’t notice the car coming from the other side of the street. Neither does Kara at first. But something inside her tells her to turn around.
Maybe it was a sound, an instinct, and unconscious observation too quick for her mind to consciously process. Whatever it was, it had her turning just in time to see the car heading straight for Carter.
She barely has time to pull the boy back to the sidewalk, and the car almost clips him. Almost.
“Are you okay??” Kara hurriedly checks Carter for any injuries or signs that he’s shaken up. Other than the boy’s wide eyes, he seems to be fine.
“That- that was amazing! You were so fast, Kara! You were like Supergirl! How did you do that?”
As they walk back home, Cart gushes about how awesome Kara’s save was, how she was as fast and strong as Supergirl. Kara laughs it off, but the relief that the boy is okay lingers.
The second the front door closes behind Kara, Carter pulls out a phone and scrolls through the contact list until he finds ‘Mom’.
When Cat answers, he whispers excitedly into the phone. “She did it! She was even faster than Lena by 0.02 seconds!”
“Good. Did she say anything else?”
“She mentioned her sister. Are you going to tell the Manhunter? Is J’onn going to pull them out? Or maybe Lena can come? I like it when she comes to visit.”
A rustle of paper in the background, and Cat drawls in an almost bored voice. “Not yet. She’s not ready.”
[[In this AU, Carter is a computer program designed to assist the Oracle. Kinda like Seraph in the movies. He and Cat have a very unusual relationship. He was just supposed to be a simple program to help ward her, but he was designed to be charming in an innocent and disarming way to help distract from his real purpose. Cat developed a fondness for him, so when he tries to protect her when she’s in danger, she ends up shoving him behind her and protecting him.]]
On the anniversary of Jeremiah’s disappearance, another tragedy rocks the Danvers family.
Alex Danvers disappears.
Eliza is inconsolable, but Kara… Kara is numb, at first. Denial is always the first instinct of the human mind when a shock is delivered to its system. There’s talk of a search, trying to find out where she might have gone, her usual routine, any places Alex frequents — it all rolls over Kara’s head. They’re looking for a body, but that’s not how Alex is gonna be found.
Unlike Jeremiah’s disappearance, Alex’s is not without a trail. She is an FBI agent after all. There will always be a trail, and like in most FBI cases, it can be found in the absence of one.
In this case, it’s Alex’s computer. It’s missing.
The more Kara thinks about it, the more it galvanizes her. Kara knows Alex, knows her quirks and her habits. She didn’t have many friends outside of work, mostly people from med school she’s since lost touch with. No, anything that happened to Alex would be connected to her work, and Alex kept all her work files in that computer.
She throws herself into finding it. Find it, and she finds Alex.
For months, Kara follows every lead, every loose thread she can find, all in the hope of finding the computer. Every time she comes across a dead end, she doggedly retraces her steps until she can find another lead. The chalkboard in the kitchen that used to house her grocery list desk becomes a list of all possible locations. Her desk at Catco is a disaster of papers and post-it notes — a receipt from Cat’s dry cleaners here, the number for Annie Leibovitz’s assistant there, and Alex’s bank statements piled on top.
All the while, Cat watches her. Observes her tenacity, her ability to find patterns that no one else would’ve noticed, her keen attention that allows her to find details that other people would’ve ignored.
Finally, after nearly a year of looking, Kara finds Alex’s computer in a security deposit box under the alias Alice Liddell.
It takes her all night, but Kara manages to gain access to Alex’s documents. She finds file after file on Alex’s investigation into Jeremiah’s disappearance. Articles on similar disappearances all over the world. Some incidents are identical to Jeremiah’s, some with more of a trail. The victimology is all over the place, but in certain cases, there is a disturbing pattern.
A number of the disappearances occur in National City, and nearly all of them have one thing in common. They’ve all been patients or relatives of patients at the Luthor Family Hospital — a stroke patient and his fiancee, a woman in a car accident, a man with a gunshot wound, an old lady with Alzheimer's and her widow, even three children from the cancer ward and one of their mothers. Most of these people were deceased, but there must have been some reason Alex thought otherwise. And if she was right, then there is something very disturbing going on in the Luthor Family Hospital.
Kara keeps searching the files, and finds a certain devolution in Alex’s notes. Towards the end, she seemed more and more disorganized, her thoughts more and more disjointed. And Kara feels a terrible sense of guilt at not noticing what her sister was going through.
Throughout the files, she finds multiple references Alex made to something called the Matrix. She stumbles upon a mess of a pdf that she’d originally thought was gibberish, but upon closer inspection actually more closely resembles computer code. And in the middle of the unintelligible tangle of letters and symbols, she finds a question.
What is the Matrix?
Just as Kara is trying to make sense of the question, a new message alert appears in Alex’s inbox. Kara stares at the screen. It originated from Alex’s own email. Frowning, she clicks on the message, and her eyes widen as she reads.
I’m alive.
Kara springs forward so fast, she almost dislodges the laptop from her kitchen counter. She tries multiple times to reply to the message, but nothing happens. Kara growls, and almost as if the computer can sense her frustration, another message appears.
I’m alive and I’m out.
Kara’s brows furrow. What? What the hell?
The Matrix still has you, Kara.
Kara’s frown deepens and she looks around her, checks the computer. Is this some kind of prank?
I’m sorry I had to leave, but you can’t follow. Not until you’re ready.
Ready for what, Kara thinks.
Ready to give it all up. Ready to wake up. You told me once that you felt like everything since you woke up in the subway station has felt strange, like a dream. You were right, it is. And you’ll find me, if you’re ready to wake up.
Kara’s jaw drops in shock.
Follow the white rabbit.
The message flashes across the screen for a moment, then the monitor goes black. Kara snaps it shut and pushes it as far away from her as she can.
That — what was that? A-a trick? A hallucination brought on by the lack of sleep and her hyperfixation?
She could check it again, turn the laptop back on and click on the messages again — but suddenly Kara is gripped by fear, and denial feels more like a comfort.
She packs away the computer, stowing it under the desk where she can’t see it, and goes to bed. She doesn’t sleep until 3 AM.
But of course, Kara is no coward. She’s never been one to back down to her fears. In the morning, armed with a cup of Noonan’s coffee and a clearer mind, she opens the laptop again.
She doesn’t quite have the courage to check the messages yet, but she finds another article. This time, about the [head] of the Luthor Family Hospital, a woman named Lena Luthor.
It takes no time at all for her quick mind to make a connection, but it takes a while for the rest of her conscious brain to catch up.
Luthor. She’d heard that name before. In a voicemail, the only thing left of Jeremiah Danvers. “The Luthor girl got away again.”
Lena Luthor.
That can’t be a coincidence. Alex had been looking into their dad’s disappearance, and the Luthor name has already come up more than once, and now a female Luthor.
All the research she does on Lena Luthor comes up with next to nothing. Other than business articles and some papers in several scientific journals, there’s very little mention of the woman. So far, all Kara knows is that Lena Luthor is the CEO of one of the leading tech companies in the world, dedicated to providing accessible technology and communication devices to billions of people all over the globe — their new L-Phones are popping up everywhere. She’s also apparently a brilliant scientist and researcher, invested in scientific research to help prevent and cure diseases. She also owns and is directly involved in the running of the Luthor Family Hospital, a facility known for innovative and experimental medicine.
And for all of her work and accolades, there has never been a single photograph of this woman past the age of 6. Nothing. This woman’s image has never been recorded in any way, in any kind of media, in any event, in all the years that she has been running L-Corp. How is that even possible?
Now, Kara’s definitely suspicious.
Three days after the computer is found — plenty of time for thinking, but not too much time to do something stupid, she thinks — Cat makes her move.
She summons Kara to her office and delivers her ultimatum, in the form of an offer.
“Y- You think I have what it takes to be a reporter?”
“You’re an intelligent woman, Keira. But more than that, you can see things others can’t. You observe far more than people give you credit for. You could have a bright future here at Catco.”
Cat surveys her intently over her glasses. “It’s your choice. You can take the job, or you can keep wasting your life going down this rabbit hole.”
Cat gestures toward Kara’s messy desk, but again Kara’s quick mind gives her a nudge. That’s the third reference she’s heard in as many days. Rabbit hole. Alice. White rabbit.
Kara asks Cat for time to think about it, but really, she’s already made her decision. She uses her connect as Cat’s assistant to set up an appointment, introducing herself as Kara Danvers from Catco, writing an article about the Luthor Family Hospital.
The assistant confirms that Miss Luthor would be delighted to give Catco a glimpse into the facility to bring awareness of the work they do, and confirms the time.
When Kara arrives, she is directed to the children’s cancer center. When she sees the whimsical mural of a white rabbit hopping along a trail on the walls, she knows she’s at the right place.
Kara follows the mural until she reaches a room at the end of the hall. A soft feminine voice floats down the hallway and reaches Kara’s ears.
“To begin with, tell me, do you think that these men would have seen anything of themselves or of one another except the shadows cast from the fire on the wall of the cave that fronted them?
How could they, he said, if they were compelled to hold their heads unmoved through life?”
Kara walks closer, drawn to the sound. She stops just outside the door to what is clearly a child’s hospital room. A little girl in white pajamas and a colorful bonnet sits cross-legged in the middle of the bed, listening to the dark-haired woman sitting on the chair by her side. The woman’s back is turned to Kara, but she can see the book she’s reading from. Plato.
“By Zeus, I do not, said he.
Then in every way such prisoners would deem reality to be nothing else than the shadows of the artificial objects.”
“Quite inevitably.” The little girl on the bed quotes with a smile. Kara hears a soft, amused hum from the woman.
“Consider, then, what would be the manner of the release and healing from these bonds… When one was freed from his fetters and compelled to stand up suddenly and turn his head around… and lift up his eyes to the light, and in doing all this, felt pain…”
Kara sees the moment the reader realizes that she’s there. The woman’s head turns just the slightest, and Kara can see her sharp, elegant profile silhouetted in the light. She keeps reading, but at this point, they both know she’s aware of Kara’s presence. Kara continues to listen silently.
“What do you suppose would be his answer if someone told him that what he had seen before was all a cheat and an illusion… But that now, being nearer to reality and turned toward more real things, he saw more truly?”
Just then, the little girl’s eyes snap up to meet Kara’s, and big black eyes blink owlishly at her. “Miss Lena, we have a visitor.”
The woman finally turns, and Kara gets her first glimpse of Lena Luthor. Cut-glass green eyes are perceptive as they take Kara in, and a small smile plays on the corner of red lips.
“So we do, Zuri.”
She sets the book down on the bed beside the child and rises from her seat, a pale hand extended. "Kara Danvers, I presume?"
It takes Kara a second to reply, unable to take her eyes off the woman. There’s something arresting about her, something that could probably stop anyone in their tracks. Even the way she tips her head to survey Kara is fluid and mesmerizing.
Clearing her throat, Kara takes Lena Luthor’s proffered hand. “Yeah – uh, yes.”
The woman's smile grows. "I've been expecting you."
For a moment, the words make Kara's stomach flutter, then the 'duh' moment hits her. Of course she'd been expecting her, they had an appointment. Kara's face flushes red. "I've been looking forward to meeting you, Miss Luthor."
Green eyes gain a look of amusement and crinkle at the corners. Lena Luthor looks as if she has a secret, or like she’s in on a joke Kara doesn't know. "Not as much as I have, I'm sure."
Kara's brows furrow in confusion, but before she can ask the woman what she means, the Luthor bends down and kisses the top of the child's head, before heading out the door and gesturing for Kara to follow.
[[I just love the idea of Lena reading the Allegory of the Cave to the children like she did when she was a kid, as her way of preparing them, a way of telling them that yes, extraction will hurt, it won't be easy to accept the truth, but they will be free].
[Also in this AU, the extraction points used to be the pay phones like in the movie, except those got phased out once the machines figured out that’s what the resistance was using. So Lena developed the L-phones, and made it so one would always be easily accessible. That’s the work she does at L-Corp]]
After their tour of the hospital concludes, Lena watches Kara walk out through the double doors, throwing a friendly wave behind her. As soon as she's out of sight, she pulls out an L-phone.
"Well, she’s persistent, I'll give you that."
"Told you. Who do you think she got it from?”
“I see stubbornness runs in the family.” Lena hums in amusement.
A chuckle from the other end of the line. “You have no idea.”
"How close is she?"
Alex’s voice turns business-like. "Well, she’s made the connection to you, and Kelly’s seeing some sizeable fluctuations in the code, so I'd say she’s getting there. J’onn thinks she might be ready soon. He says she’s responding quickly for someone who hasn’t had as long to adjust. Sooner if you prepare her, probably.”
“That won’t be a problem.”
“Rhea,” Lena can hear the seething disdain Alex’s voice, and thinks her mentor is probably standing over Alex’s shoulder as they speak. “Would like me to remind you that the sooner we pull out my sister —“ Lena can almost see her glare at Rhea. “The sooner you can get back to the Daxam, and this can ‘all be over with’.”
Lena shakes her head. “I’m not pulling her out before she’s ready. The consequences could be disastrous.”
“Yeah? Try telling that to your Captain.”
They’re interrupted by an excited young voice. “Hi, Lena!”
“Mon-El?”
Alex snorts over the line. “Yeah, can you believe her? She brought the kid over just to get you to ‘speed things up’.”
“When are you coming back, Lena? I miss you! I snuck into the dock last week, but M’gann caught me. She said she’d teach me how to make shells if I promised not to go past the bridge again. And Imra asked if she could come with us the next time we go to the bridge to see the loaders, I told her yeah. That’s okay, right?”
Despite the seriousness of their situation, Lena can’t help but smile a bit at the young boy’s enthusiasm. “Of course she can. I’ll be back soon, Mon-El. Stay out of trouble, and do what your ranking officer says.”
“Okay, kid, you heard the lady. Go bother Brainy and Kelly at operations. It's about time you learn to read code anyway."
Lena can hear the boy grumbling in the background, but he obeys. As soon as he's out of earshot, Lena goes back to business.
“Start a trace for Kara's pod location, and standby. Be ready to plug in when I tell you to.”
"Copy. J’onn’s gonna try to get us as close as he can, but it's the fields. We can never be too careful. And Lena…? Try to make it easy for her."
Alex’s voice softens at her request, her concern for her sister evident in every word, and Lena understands. Just as Alex understands that there is nothing easy about the truth Kara will have to see.
"I'll do what I can."
This is not the last time Kara pays her a visit.
Under the guise of her article, Kara returns to Lena again. And again.
The first time she comes over under the guise of an interview, she stays until lunch. And then takes Lena to lunch, partly to make up for ruining her schedule, and partly because the CEO confesses that she often forgets to eat throughout the day.
They eat at Kara’s favorite lunch spot, Noonan’s, where Kara is aghast to learn that Lena has never tried any of their desserts despite the café being less than a block away from L-Corp. They end up trying nearly every dessert on the menu. Or at least Lena samples a little bit of everything, and Kara finishes it all off.
They part, with some reluctance on Kara’s end, three hours past Kara’s allotted time, but Lena assures her that it was worth clearing her schedule, considering how much she enjoyed Kara’s company.
It’s only after she’s no longer in Lena’s presence that Kara realizes she’d all but forgotten about her purpose for coming, which was to interrogate her about the suspicious disappearances at the Luthor Family Hospital, and about Lena’s possible involvement in Alex’s own disappearance.
She returns, this time with the flimsy excuse of bringing Lena lunch now that she knows the CEO won’t remember it herself. Lena suggests they go out to the nearby city park to enjoy her break there.
Lena leads her to a bench on a hill and they sit there quietly, enjoying their view of the park. Lena gives Kara a shy smile. “I like to come out here sometimes. When everything becomes… too much. Sometimes, everything around me just feels so wrong and… fake. Especially with what I do. It feels like none of it, none of this is real.”
Kara turns to look at her fully, a crinkle in her forehead, and Lena wonders if she's pushing it. “What do you mean?”
“Have you ever had that feeling where… you’re not sure if you’re dreaming or awake? And you’re not quite sure if anything around you is real or not?”
Lena chances a look at the other woman. Kara is looking back at her, eyes wide and intent. It takes a moment, one long moment where Kara is just staring at her, as if trying to puzzle her out. Then she nods.
“Yeah. All time.”
“That’s how I used to feel.” Lena holds her gaze, steady green meeting wondering blue. Kara is so close right now, so close that Lena could tell her. How easy it would be if Lena could convey the truth just by looking into Kara’s eyes. But she’s not ready yet. Lena drops her gaze with a soft laugh.
“I guess I was just thinking, if none of this is real, then none of my problems there would be real, either.” She gestures back at L-Corp with a wry smile.
Kara takes the bit, and her smile softens, blue gaze losing some of its intensity.
Kara fails her mission again that time. And the next. And the next. It feels as if she forgets her problems when she’s with Lena. For the first time in a long time, it doesn’t feel like she’s out of place. The world doesn’t feel so wrong when she’s with Lena, or at least, it doesn’t bother Kara as much. She feels like… herself.
As for Lena, she knows they’re running out of time, and that the agents will catch wind of them soon. Especially since Kara is on the precipice of the truth.
But for the first time, Lena finds herself delaying the inevitable. It’s unlike her — the Potential who has spent her whole life freeing as many minds from the Matrix as she can; the second-highest ranking officer and chief engineer of the Daxam, who seizes every situation with a level head and a calm command.
“What are you doing, Lena?”
Rhea’s voice is an imperious snap, even over the line. “You have never spent this long in the Matrix since I pulled you out. You’re putting yourself in danger for a simple extraction. It shouldn’t be taking this long.”
“No extraction is ever simple. I told you, she’s not ready.”
“I know you and that Oracle—” the word is practically a hiss in her mentor’s mouth. “—think that this woman is a Potential, but if she really were that special, she would’ve been ready a long time ago. You were ready long before I found you.”
“This is different—“
“Why? Because you’re sweet on her?”
Lena’s eyes narrow. “You know that’s not why.”
As soon as Lena’s tone gains an authoritative edge, Rhea softens. “I know, my dear. But you know how I worry about you being plugged in for so long with… Lex out there. Besides, you have been neglecting your duties on the ship. Your crew needs you, Mon-El needs you. Come back home, Lena.”
Lena relents. “I will. Soon.”
But ending her time with Kara is easier said than done.
It may be selfish, but around Kara, Lena feels lighter. Her responsibilities don’t weigh as much, and the bleakness of war vanishes in the company of someone so earnest and warm and hopeful. Kara is… resilient. In spite of all that she’s been through, she remains strong, determined, and most incredible of all, kind.
Lena watches Kara with the children — the youngest Potentials, who see the wrongness of the world around them, but aren’t ready yet to be pulled out — and watches her pull gap-toothed smiles and belly laughs out of even the most solemn ones.
She extends this kindness, even to Lena — over daily reminders to eat and take care of herself, to lunch dates she tags Lena along to because she thinks Lena will forget to eat otherwise.
Once, after a successful extraction of one of Lena’s children, a somber Kara brings a small bouquet of plumerias to the little girl’s empty room. She finds Lena sitting next to the child’s empty bed.
“I’m so sorry.” Kara plucks a single plumeria from the bouquet, before setting the flowers on the girl’s pillow.
Lena shakes her head, a serene smile on her face. “Don’t be. She’s free. She’s in a better place now.”
Kara, not understanding her words, gives her a sad smile. She takes Lena’s hand and presses the single plumeria into her fingers. “I’m sure she is.”
Every day, Lena fails to tell Kara the truth, wanting to prolong their time together. And most of all, wanting to spare Kara for just a little longer. Lena can’t bear the thought of being another person who adds to everything Kara’s gone through, of being the reason why that smile dims a little more, or worse, never appears again at all.
Her hesitation nearly costs them everything.
#supercorp#supergirl#katie mcgrath#lena luthor#melissa benoist#kara danvers#me trying to write#I've been working on this thing all weekend ugh. i just wanna yeet it out there#there's more if anyone wants it#also in case it’s not clear the kid at the end of the moodboard is young Mon-El#i should sleep. ugh. i so sleepy#i forgot brainy in the moodboard *facepalm#oh well too late to add himj#gotta sleep. gotta sleep#fuckin tumblr took away all my formatting ugh#alex danvers#cat grant#nia nal
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#man i was like y tf am i so tried i didnt do shit today but no i got like 5hrs sleep. walked to the store in thr 12F weather. carried back#all my groceries. walked to the police station to get keys to the autoclave. read 40 slides abt anime. started redoing a tutorial#and spent 45 min on the phone giving my intake info for a new therapist. everytime i give the spiel it gets more exhausting#it feels so dramatic like whatever ill b fine but no im seeking help for a reason bleh#but now im tired and worried abt the semester bc itll b a lot. many plates to juggle with a fragile mind#my old boss was like u have an ambitious plan for the semester and im like oh boy well see how this goes#hopefully itll b fine once i get in the groove. just go one step at a time#currently i just wanna redraw 4lways sunny screenshots but idk what ones to draw#but should sleep. i gotta write a long email tomorrow morning for a class intro bc look at me im a professional who def#does not have underlying emotional problems. ugh. idk if i described my mood stuff right to the lady on the phone but like i got diagnosed#as b1polar for a reason idk i just still feel like its fake. like ill look at the checklists and get mad when i get a positive result#which is weird bc its like. u went to 3 doctors and they said the same thing shut up. ugh whatever. i need to sleepy#unrelated
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Sometimes, I can kinda write. I guess this isn't going to be a little drabble anymore, lol. I'm not done yet. Help. ;////;
#my fics#yes I know mistakes are there but#sleepy#and I needed to write a little because ugh#my brain#but comfort fish are so good for me#they help me so much#the start is kinds giving me trouble I won't lie but tbh#I have no time to even think about it#part of me wants to leave it like this and move on but it would be cute to have some more reactions from Skadi#but then again#i should sleep#i might just put some stuff in between and call it a day and just not stress myself anymore about it#not everything needs context
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I deeply love the freshman but she just called twice to ask if could jump her car at a location 30 minute drive away, I am pajama’d and blind in bed . No I cannot dedicate over an hour of time when it’s already my bedtime because surprise, I wake up at fuckin 4:25 am 🙃
NO FUCKING WAY was I awake typing this godforsaken post and my other friend called me for 30 MINUTES!!!!! You fuckheads I work on a farm do not contact me after 7:30!!!! Arggghhhhhh okay goodnight and anyone else who calls me is NOT getting an answer I am asleep GOODNIGHT !!!!
#and last night I got like 5 hours of sleep and I didn’t take a nap today. I shouldn’t be fucking driving anyway because I’m SLEEPY sleepy#I was like give me 30-40 minutes and she was like uhhh I will call some other people… yeah do that .#like if I do go for a drive this weekend I’ll still invite her but I’m getting a little sick of her antics#diary post#ugh. anyway if you find this E I do deeply love you fr but I told you I wasn’t going to be a good friend this summer#and I didn’t mean like teehee I can only hang out on Saturdays#I meant the likelihood I text back or see you in person more than twice a month is VERY low#and yeah this is on me for picking a stupid fucking job but like. I need to be sick of farming before I head to a city for 5+ years#I am exhausted down to my core. I relapsed in my bad habit on Saturday. I am barely functioning.#I don’t think I’ve eaten anything that’s not fruit or dairy products in the past 3 days. I am desperately waiting for an incident at work.#begging to the universe to let me get kicked in the head or something so I can have a few fucking days off PLEASE#anyway goodnight. now im all wound up and I’ll get another 5 hours of sleep#also ironic the second friend who called me was gossiping abt this guy at work that should just shut up sometimes#and im sitting there on the other side of the phone YAWNING after picking up and answering I am already in bed#and my friend is still rambling on about stupid inane work bullshit that I do not care about.#okay goodnight for real. I hate everything
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#GOD#I just like him so much#he’s so funny#and so cute#and just#UGH#I’m so sleepy but brain won’t shut off#just 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰#and 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍#and also 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘#but also 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴#and finally 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜#d#ok.#I gotta try to go to sleep.#it is VERY LATE for my bed time#and my head hurts#and technically I was already tucked in so I should BE ASLEEP ALREADY#good night tumblr
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#hello it's 4 am and i'm lonely#i feel very disconnected from everyone in my life#like not to sound like a 14yo emo on main but no one understands me lmao#i just want to be with someone who feels like home#someone who loves the things i love and not just because i love them so we can actually bond over them and i won't feel like a fuckin freak#or worse that i'm just being tolerated or they're not even listening to me and just zoning out while i gush over things#i can literally feel when people don't care about what i'm talking about and it makes me feel so small and stupid and humiliated and LONELY#lately my best friend has been telling me how sad she is bc she feels like no one will ever love her romantically#and it hurts me to hear bc i know she's wonderful and deserving of love but i can't possibly convince her of that yknow#and it's weird bc i feel this way about myself too but i don't think much about it? or i didn't before she started telling me how she felt#like before this i was just coming to terms with my last relationship and thinking about the self work i wanna do before i try dating again#but lately i've been crying every single night thinking i'll never get my shit together and therefore no one will ever want to date me#like i truly feel unworthy of romantic love#ugh i probably should just let myself go to sleep when i have these thoughts lmao instead of staying up and dwelling on them#i'm definitely sleepy enough#i just don't want tomorrow to come bc then i'll have to go to work again. i want to enjoy the peaceful nighttime just a little bit longer.
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well. back to the horrors
#the bin#ugh i hate hqving to work so much everyday#well. i had around 700 left over from last month which shoukd help with the cost of uberinv yomwork everyday now#might try the bus bc apparently they changed it and it runs earlier now but idk. im gonna talk 2.my boss and ask if i get there early or#late if thats ok. to a reasonable degree obv. i think he will say yes considering its cause my sister was in a car accident but idk 4 sure#once again didnt switch my sleeping over bc im a sleepy bug#FINALLY got the electric bill yesterday. havent got the water yet but itll prob b here soon#so i know now around how much theyll be. electric is usually more expensive than water too so#next month electric will prob be more bc of heat lamps always on for tha girlies but it should still not be terrible#i prepared myself for electric and water to be 300 total. i knew itd be less but i wanted to make sure i was prepared for it being a lot#now that i know how much ill need for that stuff each month i can tell how much i have to spend on fun stuff#probably gonna try getting a bunch of beads as my next thing bc i miss making kandi#getting so tired of my 1 coworker. she usually doesnt do my job anymore but when she does she makes a total mess and makes my life#so much harder. she also takes so long and spends sp much time just on her phone or talking to people and not working#which like. would be whatever except it makes the lives of 5 other people harder. me and the 4 other people in this department need things#to keep moving. not someone taking up a whole cart for 20 minutes and making a mess of the shelves#that makes it harder for me to put stuff away in a way that isnt precarious and it makes the morning suck bc everyone has to fix her mess#and its not that she doesnt know how. she does. shes worked her for 5 years. ive SEEN her do it properly. shes just lazy#i know its not 'cool' or whatever to take ur job seriously but i do. and i dont care if other people dont unless it makes my life harder
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ouwaaaaaaaaaaahhh sans undertale My heart beats for that guy
#cherry chats#wish i could like. do something about it#like idk draw or even talk about him#but uhh. ive said everything there is and i am Still unable to draw#aside from that piece of shit i posted on here the other day LMAO but idk if that counts#blaurgh. i still feel like shit for not being able to goddamn draw.#and whenever i feel motivated to try my hypersomnia is like Ahhh but how about quick nap first ?#and it bats its sleepy eyelashes at me and i love my hypersomnia so im like yes alright you little rascal#were gonna need the energy for drawing anyway. lets have a little nap ^__^#then i wake up 9 hours later and drawing is the thing furthest from my mind#blargh blargh blourgh. just wish i could damn well DO something with my feelings#instead of just making generic ass posts like this#i feel the need to. create uhh. SOMETHING#i should let people place bets on when im gonna draw again and for every day i dont they get to charge interest#so in the end i have to either draw or end up owing them like 500 bucks#ugh. uuuuuuuuuuuuuuughhh. im just gonna drink sum more wine and then go to bed -_- whatever#it feels like theres never enough time to do anything cause i sleep so goddamn much#and this weekend im getting drunk and high on both e and weed so ill for sure not have any time then#at least i feel confident ill be able to make something for toris birthday. i know ur anxious about it but if theres anythnig i can do to#make it feel special just let me know ok because i love you and you deserve feeling special and getting attention and stuff
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Things People Don’t Mention About Top Surgery or Mastectomies
There is reluctance to do the surgery if you live alone, even if you have a good support system. One of the most stressful things was the hospital constantly asking about who would be looking after me, picking me up, etc. I really felt the bias towards people who are married and against people who are single. I don’t think it was intentional but it was definitely there. (Please read more about this situation here) That being said you will definitely need a robust support system of some kind to get through everything in the first 4 -8 weeks or more after surgery.
All your pill bottles will have safety caps and you won't have the strength to open them on your own without a lot of struggling.
There are soooo many medications. Take them as prescribed and when they say take the level of pain meds you need to manage your pain, do it. I got opiods and ibuprofen. If the pain is bad 5-7+ on the 1-10 scale take the stronger meds. Pain can slow healing by causing stress on the body.
Drains are a pain in the ass. Every hour pushing the hoses so they don't clog. Major drag but they are very important and if they get clogged it can cause issues
Sleeping sitting up, prepare for this. Lots of pillows or recliner or something. Practice for a week or more before surgery to get used to it.
Sleep as much as you need. Don't feel like you should stay awake or whatever because you are supposed to or it is day time or whatever. Listen to your body.
Drink lots and lots of fluids. You may think you are drinking enough but you probably aren't. The fluid in the drains and the medicines and peeing all the time and sweating from the tight wrap. You need to replace all of this fluid. I think I have been up around 80+ oz the past few days.
The month before and a month after surgery eat a high protein and higher calorie diet. It will help with surgery and recovery. You need the energy and the protein to recover.
Cut out added salt, caffiene, alcohol, and nicotine before surgery and during recovery. All of these can increase fluid retention, slow healing, or be dangerous with the meds.
Your chest will feel very strange. At first you can't feel anything and then the skin feels tight everywhere and still strange. The recovery process feels real weird. Your whole torso feels kind of bizarre and new.
Ask all the questions. No question is stupid. It's trauma to your body ask all the questions. YES all of them.
The tube (intubation) from surgery irritates the throat. Coughing from this sucks so damned much because of the binder and the chest tightness and what not. Find lozenges (Both cough drops and just candy) that you like. I say candy because too many cough drops can upset the stomach and you don't need that after anesthesia and with all the meds. Also get popsicles.
Take everything out of packages you can before surgery. They are damned hard to open. Those paper cartons holding the apple sauce and snapping apart pudding cups and pulling apart pill blister packs.. ugh I should have taken them apart before the surgery.
Scissors are your friend and every package is an enemy. Seriously, get a good pair of scissors for packaging.
Also, skip 2 liters of pop, gallon of milk, etc. They will be too heavy to pick up after surgery. You can be more independent if you get smaller size things.
Timers are your friend. All the phone timers forever. Also, handwritten or some other chart type to keep track of drain cleaning and taking meds. You will be sleepy and forgetful the first few days. Use other things to help you keep track.
Take stock of how your lights go on and off. Can you reach them while pretending you are a T-Rex. If not, especially ceiling fans and that, put long strings on the pulls so that you can operate them while you can't raise your arms.
Also check your doors to make sure they don't stick. You won't be able to tug hard on doors or drawers or whatever.
Get yourself some treats. Food related or clothing or whatever. Treats will help.
Before surgery plan out and prepare at least a week of meals. Be sure to include some that are easy on the stomach like crackers, rice and chicken, etc. Just in case you have stomach upset from the anesthesia or meds. Gentle foods include starches and chicken/tofu that is low fat and low spice so that it is gentle.
Soft fuzz free and easy to get on clothing is essential. I went out and got a couple of those shorts and button down shirt pajama sets. Life savers. Also, get a size or two bigger than usual to accommodate drains and padded bandages and things.
Strange pains, you will probably have them.
Be sure to do the arm exercises as directed by your surgeon and watch your shoulders hunching. The shoulder hunching is from the chest tightness but you don't want your back to start hurting. Try to sit up as straight as you can.
Pump action soap dispensers will be too hard to use the first few days.
Weeks before surgery, start teaching yourself how to do things without your arms; like standing up, getting into and out of bed, squatting, getting up from chairs, etc. Practice doing things with your elbows next to your chest like a t-rex; getting food and drinking, brushing teeth, taking meds, etc This will be very important
I am sure there are more but I thought some of you might benefit from the things I have learned so far from going through surgery.
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thinking of eddie munson in the morning. with his blue checkered boxers and white socks. ugh. raspy morning voice, tired droopy smile. he definitely smothers you in kisses as soon as he’s awake whether or not you are.
omg aerial. I am thinking many thoughts. here’s a little blurb to satisfy both our needs 🫶🏽
fem!reader
“Sweetheart?”
You hear Eddie before you see him, his raspy, sleep-ridden voice carrying from the hallway. You grin to yourself and a moment later he emerges, hair all a mess, completely shirtless with his tattoos on full display, clad in only his boxers and a pair of mismatching socks. He looks pretty like this, barely awake, his tired eyes searching for you.
“Hi, Eds,” you greet quietly, spatula in hand.
Eddie squints at said spatula. “You’re not making breakfast again, are you?” He lifts his narrowed eyes to you. “Thought I told you to stop doing that.”
You roll your eyes. “I want to make you breakfast, dummy.” You turn back to your eggs frying on the stove. Eddie has this idea that you should never have to so much as lift a finger for him, despite the fact you’ve been together for a while now. “That’s what girlfriends do.”
Eddie grumbles and strides across the kitchen to wrap you up confidently. His arms push under yours and his chin comes to rest on your shoulder, your faces side by side. His hands slot over your stomach.
“Get off me, Eds,” you say, with a lot less heat than you intended. “The eggs are gonna burn.”
Eddie ignores you and instead turns his head to plant a kiss on your cheek. What follows is a smothering of sleepy kisses all over the side of your face, your neck, your shoulder and your ear. He’s still half asleep, so his mouth is sloppy and hot as it works along your skin. By the time he’s done your face is burning and you’re giggling like a schoolgirl.
“Eddie!” You chide, breathless and laughing. You throw your spatula down and grab at his arms which are still locked tightly around your waist. You pry him off, turning on your heel to face him, holding his wrists firmly so he doesn’t try anything.
“What?” He asks mock innocently. His bare chest heaves and a charming grin graces his lips.
You scoff. “You know exactly what.”
Eddie shakes his head, wild hair flying, and lifts one toned shoulder. “Can’t say I do, pretty girl.”
Pretty girl. You almost die on the spot. Eddie must sense this because he moves closer and gives you a droopy smile. You try to keep your eyes off his chest, you really do, but he’s so gorgeous, and his inked up skin is like an art piece in a museum to you. You follow a black train of ink from his stomach, up one of his pecs and over his shoulder. Eddie, unbeknownst to you, is a burning furnace under your gaze.
“M’eyes are up here, sweetheart,” he quips.
Your eyes snap to his. Caught red handed. “Shut up,” you grumble.
Eddie just grins all Cheshire-cat like and leans in for a kiss. His mouth works at yours until you’re opening up and breathing him in and letting him kiss you dizzy. It’s the kind of kiss that makes you forget where you are, all sloppy and sweet and love drunk. You think you could stay like this forever.
When you pull away, the eggs are burnt to a crisp in the frying pan. You can’t say you care all that much.
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unwinding after a long day ft. r.zoro!
in which, after a long day, he comes right back to you <3
ft. zoro x fem!reader
set-up: its been a tiring day for him, good thing you're right here to offer your services (wink wink)
warnings: both sfw/nsfw headcanons for this dumbass; nsfw stuff includes penetration, cowgirl, just him being a smexy mf aah <3; MDNI (thankyou so much)
sfw!!
- the amount of training this guy does actually scares me to death
- like nice arms babe but please calm down. please.
- so anyways, after a long day of training and sleeping and training and more sleeping and fighting off random pirate fleets, this fine specimen is bound to be tired
- i am not kidding when i say he just wants to fall asleep like a log
- "zo, you sleep like 10 hours a day" you pout as he lays down on your shared bed, already drifting into a sound slumber
"i would like to sleep for 10 more" he grumbles, putting his hand over his eyes.
- you are now wondering if maybe chopper should check him up, cause there's no way this man is fr
- but let me tell you no matter how fucking sleepy he is, if you're talking about something (no matter how nonsensical), he will stay up and listen to it all
- his eyes are closed, his chest rising and lowering in a repetitive symphony and you stop mid-sentence, realizing that he must be asleep
"and what happened next?" his voice is nonchalant, as if there was no reason for you to stop talking
"i thought you- were asleep" you mumble
"bullshit." he glances at you, ignoring your bright grin, "finish up, now. i can't stay up the whole night, can i?"
- so now you both have come a meticulous pre-arrangement.
- you both would stumble through the door, legs heavy and eyelids heavier
- his head is on your chest as he lays on top of you (how is he not crushing you? idk. if i knew that much physics id do something else than writing fanfics, stop attacking me)
- as i said, his head is on your chest, one of his hand intertwining with yours. your fingers run through his scalp, slowly massaging as you recount your day for him
"and then, nami told sanji that he needs a haircut and he got offended"
"hm?" zoro's eyes are trained on your face and for a second you wonder if the pink dusting your cheeks is evident under the pale moonlight
- it must be because he presses a chaste kiss to your knuckles and then closes his eyes with a low hum
- you've decided this zoro, the one who's too tired to put up with his stoic demeanor is your favourite
- because only you get to see him
- his soft smiles as he pulls you closer to him, his annoyed sigh when you get too hot and push him away (he will pull you back like 2 seconds later, so it was of no use anyways), his droopy eyes as he struggles to stay awake and decided to kiss you to shut you up and falls asleep a second later
- ugh we are all hoes for soft zoro 🥱🥱
nsfw!!
- on a few ocassional nights, his hand will skim over your tits, lightly running over your hardening nipples and then trace downwards to your waist
"chopper was so confu-" your breath hitches, "zo- zoro?"
he hums, fingers hiking up your shirt slowly, "keep talkin'"
- and so you keep talking while he continues his administrations
- his calloused fingers are tugging on your hardened nipple as his lightly runs his tongue over the other. his touch is fleeting, it comes and goes in waves and you're having a hard time keeping your thoughts straight
- he looks up at you, "i said keep talking, didn't i?"
- then he's flipping you over so that he's on his back and you're on top of him
- and he's kissing your neck, breathing against your neck as he makes you sit on his thigh, you can feel his muscles under your core hot
- you're rutting on his thigh, desperately aching for some satisfaction from the layers of clothes that separate you two
- "zoro" you whine, "i- you. i need you."
you undo his pants, stroking his dick as it comes into view
- his calloused touch is pulling you downwards and he watches with a strange amusement as his dick stretches you open, disappearing into you with a practiced ease
- "mhm, feel good?" his hands are still on your waist, bouncing you up and down on his dick. his hand grabs ahold of your face, squishing your face into a forced pout, "answer me, baby."
- "ngh- yes, yes, fuuc- k fuck-" you nod feverishly, your own hand playing with your tits, giving it the attention he refused to give you
- at one point he removes his hands and tucks them behind his head, watching mesmerized as breasts move up and down with each shallow thrust, how your ass slapped against his skin when you came down and how your head was thrown back as sweat dripped off your collarbone
- "fu-" he groans, turning you around again so that your back is against the bed again
- he's fucking in and out of you, dick slipping out accidentally because of the slickness
"fuck, do you see how wet you are?"
"zoroo~ please, please-"
"that's right, keep moaning my fuckin' name like that" he's pushing it back in, resuming his cruel pace
- "inside. im gon' cum inside, okay?"
you nod, head thrown back from the feeling of having your walls stretched out and fucked into
- he collapses on top of you, breathing into the cranny of your neck, "that was so good, baby"
- you fell asleep with sweat clinging onto your body and a sticky, hot fluid seeping out onto your thigh
- he can get you cleaned up in the morning (after another round or two ig?)
a/n: well... that was long, hope you enjoyed lmao
#one piece#one piece smut#one piece x reader#zoro x reader#roronoa zoro x reader#zoro smut#roronoa zoro smut#luffy smut#sanji smut
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I noticed you asked for requests and idk if this is the way to ask, I think it is but I'm not sure, sorry if it's not, you can dm me if you have a preferred way or this request doesn't follow the rules (I read them, but I always get anxious about requesting fics lol)
Can I ask for an Aventurine x reader where they both went out to a casino for a date night and they're coming back home just a bit buzzed? And they get home and just get in PJs (all while being goofy and sappy) and just fall asleep cuddling together?
a sweetly buzzed romance.
૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა • ! aventurine + reader reader is gender-neutral established relationship domestic fluff tooth-rotting fluff ☆ warning not proofread . . . !? & 625— catalogue
note. hi there, don't worry, your request did follow my rules hehe. i didn't really include them being buzzed so uh, i hope you forgive me on missing out on that :"). but i hope you enjoy^^
“Ugh, I’m so tired,” you grumbled under your breath, eyes barely open as you struggled to remove your shoes.
Seeing your drowsy state, Aventurine chuckled and lent a helping hand by getting to his knees to help you out. You leaned against the wall, covering your mouth as you yawned and the sight made his heart melt, for you resembled a tired cat. He placed your shoes neatly by the side, his following along before venturing further into your shared home. It was cute with how he was holding your hand; as if he couldn’t bear the thought of being separated from you for a mere second.
“Do you want to take a shower?” He asks softly, eyes flickering to your sleepy expression as he brings you to the bedroom.
“Not really, I just want to sleep right now,” you muttered, words borderline slurring. One would have thought you were drunk with how you were acting.
Humming in acknowledgment, Aventurine guides you to sit on the edge of the bed. He takes it upon himself to choose your pajamas. He ended up choosing a matching pair of silky-smooth brown pajamas which was also his personal favorite, due to how smooth the fabric was to the touch. The gambler sniggered when he saw you had dozed off while waiting for him, resulting in him gently shaking you by the shoulder to wake you up.
“Wake up, darling. You need to get changed,” he murmurs, his words eliciting a noise of protest from you as you reluctantly open your eyes.
“Help me,” you whined, raising your eyes and pouting at him. And who was he to say no to you?
“You’re such a spoiled person. Whatever should I do with you, hm?” He teased, helping you to change out of your clothes as he placed them on the bed beside you.
“But you love me,” you retorted, and a genuine smile appeared on your lover’s face.
“Yes, you’re right. I do love you.”
The sudden agreeing and pure sincerity in his voice made your heart stop beating for a moment. Aventurine laughed at how your ears flushed red, resulting in him getting a light-hearted kick to his knees. The bedroom was filled with laughter and your voices as both of you started goofing around, safe and hidden from any prying eyes. With you, Aventurine can be himself without having to put on a facade.
“Alright, I think that’s enough playing around. You need to brush your teeth before sleeping,” he said, easily carrying you in his arms, savoring the startled noise you made as you clung onto him for dear life, despite knowing he would never drop you.
The two of you stood side by side, in front of the mirror as you brushed your teeths. You couldn’t resist the urge to bump your hips against his, your laughter muffled with the toothpaste in your mouth. Aventurine playfully narrowed his eyes at you, his free hand shooting out to poke your side and you nearly choked on the toothpaste. It ended up with you two having a second round of play fighting and by the time you were done, you were exhausted to the core.
Being the gentleman he is, Aventurine carried you to the bed and tucked you in first before he followed. It was by pure instinct that you snuggled close to him, burying your face in his chest as he wrapped an arm around you, holding you close. He gently brushed his hand through your hair, the sound of his steady heartbeat and his action was enough to soon lure you to sleep.
“Sleep well, my beloved,” he whispers, pressing a loving kiss on your forehead before joining you, in the land of dreams.
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𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐃
~ 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐟’𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ~
insomniac! kenma kozume x sleepy! fem reader fluff. just a short little drabble I thought about when I was waking up for school. I hope you enjoy.. luv ya 🎀
“Why can’t we just stay home and cuddle for the day? you’re better than sitting with people I don’t care about.”
[ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 ]
- It was a Monday morning and the blinding sun shone through the thin curtains of your boyfriend’s room. Your heavy eyes flickered open as you woke up to the sound of your boyfriend clicking away on his controller. You rubbed your eyes to get a better view of the pretty boy that sat in front of you on the edge of the bed. “you’re awake..” Kenma averted his gaze from the screen to the sound of your voice. He paused his game for a second just to start clicking away again a after he sighed a small “yeah..”
you stretched your fatigued body that felt so stiff, it forced you to want to stay within the sheets of Kenma’s bed. And the scent. The scent of his bed smelled just like him, you just wanted to snuggle up under his covers and sleep all day. Though it would be even better if Kenma would join you. Unfortunately, it’s a Monday morning, and unfortunately, you’ve missed too many days to miss anymore. “Kenma.. we should get ready for school..” you sighed and looked over to your boyfriend who’s focus was still on the brightening screen.
Kenma realized that he was up all night playing video games and never got the chance to cuddle with you. The room got brighter when he moved the curtains just a little bit as he looked out the window, welcoming the sun into his room. His eyes winced from the sudden brightness meeting his eyes. “Ugh.. so annoying.” Oh.. how you know Kenma hates mornings more than he hated gravity. And you yourself did too. The both of you were never morning people.
“Why can’t we just stay home and cuddle for the day? You’re better than sitting with people I don’t care about..”
It was hard to resist his request. It was a bold one for him so you knew you had to say yes but… your mother would kill you for missing school. Maybe she’ll let this one slide. Just this once. No, you had to go… you were too scared of making your mother mad. “We can cuddle for just thirty minutes then I’ll have to get up.. I can’t miss anymore days.” Kenma rolled his eyes as he set down his controller and turned off his TV. He joined you beneath his covers and wrapped his arms around your waist.
This man.. It’s almost as if he wanted you to fall asleep on purpose. The way his fingers threaded themselves within your tangled hair and the way his warm body felt up against yours. It all just made your eyes feel heavier and caused your body to relax completely. You looked up into kenmas eyes and they looked so soft and gentle at the moment he looked down into yours. He placed a small kiss upon your forehead and continued to gently play with your hair as he looked back into your eyes. A color of pink danced it’s way across your cheeks as you nuzzled your head into his chest as a sign of looking away in embarrassment.
“Just stay.. please.” Kenma spoke with a voice so soft, your eyes finally fluttered themselves shut from the angelic voice meeting your ears that were still slightly pink from the kiss he had planted atop of your forehead. You hated how you were so easily flustered when you were with him but that was one of the many things he loved about you. The way Kenma’s soft voice sounded, it was like a lullaby. That, and the way his gentle hands felt tangled in your hair caused him to successfully get you to fall asleep. Kenma then leaned his head down so that your foreheads were touching as he chuckled softly.
“I win..”
[ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ]
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•A little scenario saying they are handsome
•Characters: Dazai, Chuuya, Sigma
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Dazai placed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. He just got home, and it's not surprising he'll get so cuddly.
While he's busy feeling your warmth.. you were staring at him and admiring his features.
Dazai lets out a heavy sigh, shifting his position to face you. He looks at you sleepily but quickly becomes curious when you don’t look away from him. After a moment, he chuckles.
“Hmm.. bella, you’re either staring at me cause you love me or cause you hate me. Which is it.. hmm?” He asks, still keeping his voice low.
"Nothing.... you just look handsome.." You said.
Dazai smirks at your bluntness, scooting closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.
“Oh, so you think I look good, hm?” He asks, playing with a small strand of your hair.
Dazai snickers, his smile broadening.
“If you keep that up, I might have to kiss you again, and this time, it probably won’t just be on the corner of your mouth~."
He plants a quick kiss to your forehead and then shifts so his forehead is pressed against yours.
"That’s not threatening.." you said.
“It wasn’t meant to be, Bella.” Dazai sighs softly. “But maybe I should threaten you.” He teases mildly, brushing his thumb against your cheek.
"Ah.. not again.." You said, and those smirks of his are clearly not a good sign.. or not?
“Maybe.” Dazai purrs, running his fingers through your hair and stroking the side of your face. “You seem a little wound up. Maybe I should calm you down?” He smirks teasingly.
“Or I could tease you, make you feel more wound up, then give you a little release, just for fun.” Dazai chuckles softly, kissing your forehead and then your nose. He moves to your eyes and kisses each lid of each eye before settling back on your lips and kissing you again.
He draws back after a moment, his lips moving to your ear before returning to your lips after he has had his fill. His lips move to trace the shape of your body with every kiss, every touch. He is taking his time.
You've ended up being his tonight.
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Chuuya is lying next to you in bed, and one of his hands rests against the side of your torso; he’s staring at your sleeping form. He can’t help but feel an urge to caress you, but he tries to resist the temptation so as not to disturb you while you’re resting. Eventually, he ends up kissing the top of your head sweetly.
"Chuu.."
Chuuya lets out an amused chuckle when he realizes that you’ve half woken up by the time he kisses you. He snuggles in close to you. He closes his eyes, sighing contently for a moment.
“I missed you.”
As you've finally been able to see him.. he always looks so attractive. You can't help but want to praise him more.
"Chuu.. you look so..-"
“Tired?” He cut off your words and chuckles. “I’m sorry… I had to deal with this little rat… he was all kinds of annoying… I should’ve just beat ‘em up and left… "Instead, I had t’sit down and talk to the bastard… ugh…”
"Handsome.. i said.." You continued.
Chuuya’s face immediately turns as red as he buries his face into your neck, his cheeks puffing up.
“D-..Doll...” He muttered, seemingly too embarrassed and flustered to speak. Your comment caught him completely off guard.
After a moment, Chuuya slowly lifts his head back up, his face still flushed as he stares at you. His eyes flit to your lips before meeting your eyes.
“...are you trying to make me blush, Doll?” He asks, his voice still a bit higher than normal. A small smile is plastered on his face.
"No.. I'm just saying the truth.." you said.
Chuuya chuckles softly, his heart skipping a beat by the way you’re gazing at him. His arm tightens around your shoulders.
“...you’re so darn cute sometimes.” He mumbles softly
Seeing you slowly getting more sleepy, chuuya chuckles softly, not realizing that you’re already almost asleep.
He notices the yawn you let out, so he pulls you close to him, wrapping his arm protectively around your waist so your head is lying on his chest.
“Sleep, Doll. I’ll hold you so that the bad dreams don’t getcha.”
You've slept safely and sound tonight.
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Staring while your partner is working maybe is not helping him focus. You wanted to cuddle with him but can't due to his work and, how can you not adore his attractiveness?
The longer the stare gets, the more Sigma's face would start turning pink. Sigma is a naturally shy guy, so when it comes to affection, he tends to blush like a tomato. The more he blushes, the more he tries to cover the blush as he gets all flustered.
"cough cough..."
He tried to distract himself, but it didn't work. He was just too attracted to you. He was really tempted to pull you into his arms and kiss your face.
At the thought, he blushed even more and tried to cover his face with his hands as he chuckled out of embarrassment. He had to fight the urge to do something rash.
"You're so handsome.." you said giggling.
He chuckled shyly as he still had his arms around you. He had to take deep breaths in order to try to calm himself again. You are so beautiful and soft, and he just wanted to take you back to your room and...
"You know you're making it difficult for me to do my job when you look at me like that." He said with a soft smile. His hands were placed on your waist as he looked at you.
You're so handsome.." you said giggling.
His heart did a flip every time he looked at you, and whenever you said that he was handsome, his heart felt like it was going to melt.
The urge to push you into the wall and kiss your soft lips... The urge to run his hands through your hair...the urge to just stay in this moment with you... He had to fight against it all. He chuckled softly again as he cleared his throat.
"Sigh, I can't focus at work when I look at you. My mind just gets filled with romantic thoughts..." he mumbled.
He slowly took hold of your hand and placed a kiss on it as he slowly started pulling away. A defeated sigh.. escape him as he gently held your hand and sat down in his big chair while pulling you on his lap, wrapping his slim arms around your waist with a soft smile. He really couldn't resist his darling, You were so cute and warm and so...perfect for him.
You've ended up watching him work with cuddles.. it's a win-win.
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(Request is available) :3
#bsd x reader#bsd x gender neutral reader#bsd x you#bsd x y/n#bsd fluff#chuuya x reader#sigma x reader#dazai x reader
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Best Birthday Present | Q. Hughes
pairing: Quinn Hughes x fem!reader
word count: 2.7k
warnings: none?
summary: You take quinn around for his birthday before ending the night with him, becoming his favorite birthday present
not my gif!
3, 2, 1…
It was midnight. Officially Quinn’s birthday, where he was, peacefully asleep in his apartment and yet you weren’t.
Staying awake, waiting for midnight to send the simple ‘happy birthday’ right away. Running over the final details of your plan for his day, the team wanting to do something for him and of course you’d agree. What kind of media manager would you be if you hadn’t?
The team came to you because they knew you were good at planning, seeing how well you helped plan events in the organization even when it was up to another office. Quickly asking you to help plan a day Quinn would enjoy, making sure he’d have more than enough time alone, at home maybe talking to his brothers and parents.
Your eyes scanned over the plan one last time, ensuring there were no mistakes. The soft buzzing of your phone brought you out of the trance, moving the day plan to the side to see.
Quinn’s name covered the screen, his contact photo coming up beneath.
“Hey Quinner.” You answered, seeing the sleepy boy on the other side of the call.
“Oh did I call you?” His voice was deep with sleep, proving that he had been asleep until moments ago.
“Yes you did, why’re you awake?”
“Don’t know,” He yawned, “Thanks for the birthday message though.” He smiled, a soft, stubble smile that could’ve given any girl butterflies.
“Of course, Quinny.” He always smiled at the nickname, glaring when anyone else would call him it.
“Wait so why’re you awake?” He questioned, realizing he could ask that now.
“Oh, you know just working on some work stuff.” You could hear how terrible the lie was and when Quinn burst out laughing you knew how bad it was.
“You’re lying.” He laughed, leaned up in his bed now, the blanket falling from his chest.
“Me? Lie? Phft never.” You could see his smile even in the darkness, the light from your end reflecting on him.
“Fine, don’t tell me what you’re doing, on my birthday, without me.” He played, clearly waking up now.
“Can’t tell you yet, the team would kill me.”
“So the teams’ in on it too!”
“I already said too much, gotta go Quinny, sleep well, you’ll need it.” You grinned, quickly ending the call after.
Another immediate call back from Quinn came right after, making you answer again. A smile on his face as you accepted.
“Come on, baby, you gotta tell me!” He grinned, seeing the pink cover your cheeks at the pet name. Of course this wasn’t the first time he’d used it, nor the second or third, he used it quite often, purely to get the same reaction out of you everytime.
“Told you Quinny, I can’t but just know, you should be up and out of bed by 11am.” His lips perked up further into more of a smirk at the words, his mind whirling with more questions.
“And why’s that?”
“We got a plan and a schedule we gotta stick to.”
“Oh? And what’s this plan, babe?”
You turned away at the pet name, tilting the camera to the wall as your face turned crimson. Quinn laughed, slowly you turned your phone back to you.
“Goodnight, Huggy Bear.” You grinned, seeing the smile grow on his face before ending the call yet again.
3am, just a few more hours, but until then you’d sleep. Setting the alarm for 9am and curling into your spot on the bed, falling to sleep quickly.
“Ugh.” You groaned at the constant knocking at your door, quickly grabbing your phone to see the time flash, 5:42am, before walking to your door.
“Whoever the fuck this is, you best have a death wish!” You groaned as you unlocked the door, seeing an eager Quinn on the other side. “Quinn?”
“Good morning sleepy head!” He grinned pushing his way in.
“How’d you get my address?” It seemed like a fair question, he’d never been over before and now he’s shown up at your door.
“I may have paid Brock to give it to me.” He shyly smiled.
“My golden retriever betrayed me!” The dramatic groan fell from your lips as you fell on to your couch, seeing Quinn follow you into the living room area.
“Golden retriever huh?”
“Yes, he’s blonde like one and quite literally gives off the exact same energy.”
Quinn shrugged, having no argument. Sitting down beside your fallen body on the couch, tilting his head to look at you.
“What’re you doing here?” You asked, closing your eyes, fighting to stay awake.
“I can’t just spend my birthday with my favorite media manager?”
“No, not when you show up too early.” You groaned, rolling onto your side. “I want to go back to bed.” You sighed, opening your eyes enough to stare at quinn.
“I mean you can, but then what should I do?” Quinn shrugged, waiting for a response to kick him out, to go bother Brock two doors down.
“You go back to bed too, you were up at three am with me.” You nodded, getting off the couch slowly.
“But that means going back to my apartment, so I’d have to drive back home, then go back into my bed that I just made,” His list continued, giving you a playful list of stupid reasons why he shouldn’t go back to bed.
“Okay well, go annoy Brock or come to bed with me, take your choice.” You declared, your tired eyes just barely catching the way his widened at your offer.
“You want to take me to bed?” He finally smirked, making you smack his arm.
“Not like that you dick! Fine stay out alone on the couch, miss out on the TV in my room.” You mumbled, turning towards your room.
“No, wait. I’m coming.” He said, quickly following you to your room. Your body quickly falling onto your bed, Quinn following behind you.
“You have the other side, this is my side.” You shooed him away, waiting for him to lay beside you. As little as you’d been with Quinn his presence was always so warm, it was so easy to be with him. To act as if you’d been friends for forever and invite him to sleep in your room with you.
You passed him a TV remote, telling him to put whatever he wanted on, curling up into your side. His eyes lingered on your body far longer than they should've, seeing the rise and fall of your chest as you settled into a comfy spot.
He chose a random show, one he’d seen before, too focused on you to watch anything else. The urge to reach over and hold you overwhelmed Quinn, fighting his own body not to.
Until you rolled over to him, pressed against his body now, his arms instinctively wrapped around you. His eyes closed, feeling your steady breaths against his neck as he held you lulled him to sleep.
Needless to say when more knocking on your door appeared at 8:56, neither of you were impressed. Groaning and hiding your face in Quinn’s chest before realizing that he was not your pillow.
“G’morning.” He whispered, his voice raspy from sleep.
“Morning, birthday boy.” You grinned before the knocking continued. “Ugh, you think if we just ignore them they’ll go away?”
Quinn shook his head, smiling at your unimpressed attitude to get up.
“You know they won't.”
“But I could hope.” An odd silence came after, then the sound of your door opening. “I didn’t lock it after you showed up.” You groaned, hearing that they’d learned that information.
The patter of half the team’s footsteps lead up to your door, seeing it slowly open and Brock’s head peek through. A confused look crossed his face before being pushed into the room by the other members of the team.
“You’re sleeping with Quinn?” Elias asked, straight forward, making you groan again and hide under the blanket.
“You’d think if they were sleeping together they wouldn’t have clothes on dumbass.” Brock pointed out.
“I am not sleeping with Quinn!” You mumbled, peeking out from the blanket to see an amused look on Quinn’s face. “You stop looking so happy.” You glared, seeing quinn put his hands up in false surrender.
“But technically, you are sleeping with me.” He grinned, making you smack his arm, his hand reaching out to grab yours.
“You are only in here because you didn’t want to be alone on my couch when you showed up at 5am!”
The rest of the team slowly piled into your room, some of them immediately turning out at the scene of their captain and media manager in the same bed.
“We came over to go over the plan, we didn’t know he’d be here.” Brock admitted, seeing the written out plan on your desk, grabbing it and Elias’ arm and leaving. He herded the rest of the team out, informing you they’d be waiting in your living room.
“I can’t believe you.” You shook your head at Quinn, who still had a smile on his face.
“What? You don’t want the team to think you're sleeping with their captain?”
“No, I do not. Not when I’m not actually sleeping with him!” The smile stayed on his face as you got up, leaving the warmth of your bed to search for more appropriate clothes for the day.
“You could be.” You froze at the words, turning to Quinn, who still laid in your bed.
“What?”
“Nevermind.” He quickly brushed off, getting out of your bed and folding the blanket up. “I’ll go so you can get changed.” He smiled, walking out without another word.
You walked out of your room, equipped in better attire now. The entire team was squished in your living room, listening to Quinn tell some random story while Brock tried to figure out your coffee machine.
“Do you need help?” You grinned at Brock, who was taking his best guess and pushing random buttons.
“Yes, badly.” So you taught him, which buttons to push and how much water to put in. Letting the coffee brew quietly behind you as you leaned on the counter listening to Quinn.
The next hour was spent making many pots of coffee, your fridge being emptied out by the team, with a promise to restock it for you, and even more stories from various team members.
Then it was time for the first part of the plan. Take Quinn mini-golfing.
Without telling him where you all were taking him, getting him to agree to go was a little harder, but manageable. More manageable when you took his keys from his pocket and made him sit in the passenger seat before you took his car without him.
“Mini-golf?” He grinned as he saw the sign, looking over at you driving.
“Yes, this is the first part of your birthday surprise from the team.” You smiled at him, parking his car beside Brock before getting out.
“Can I have my keys back?” Quinn asked, reaching for them in your hand.
“No, we have more places after.” He shook his head, laughing at the sight of you holding his keys behind your back. “Now, let’s go play!”
The game went good, the team split into groups to play sections of the course at a time, Quinn being the winner of your group.
“We let you win.” Elias mumbled, making you nod along. Quinn almost burst out laughing at the sight, letting out a strangled sound instead, his heart filled with joy.
“Sure sure.” He grinned, getting a light smack from Elias.
The entirety of the game had taken three hours, being slowed down by all the laughing and horribly missed shots.
2pm, just in time for the matinee. Getting the theatre to agree to replay Quinn’s favorite movie had been a bit harder of a task, needing approval from canucks admin to use team money to do so. But it was approved.
So once again you were driving Quinn’s car, him in the passenger seat, staring at you the entire drive, bringing him to another mystery destination.
“Where to know? More golf or?” He asked, staring at you in the mirror.
“You’ll find out in a minute.” He rolled his eyes, returning back to staring at you. “Why’re you staring, Quinny?”
“Can’t I stare at a beautiful girl?” Blush covered your cheeks, making you attempt to smack his arm for him instead to grab your hand. Holding it for the rest of the ride.
“The theatre?”
“Yep, come on!” You grabbed his arm, dragging him inside, quickly running into the line for concession. “What do you want?”
“Um-” Quinn hadn’t had time to answer before the two of you had made it to the front, letting you order first. Quinn nodded along, whispering to you that he’ll just steal your food.
“Could you add another large drink to that too please?” You added at the end, Quinn sending you a questioning look. “You can take my food, not my drink.”
He laughed, taking one of the drinks and following you into the room, the rest of the team trailing behind.
By the end of the movie your head was resting on Quinn’s shoulder, his hand holding yours. Keeping his hand in yours as you left the theatre, leading you back to his car.
“Can I drive my car yet?” He asked as you approached his car, making you shake your head.
“Nope, one more place for the night.” He just nodded, walking to the passenger seat quickly as you slid into the driver’s.
It was a short ride, arriving in perfect timing. 6pm. They had reserved Quinn’s favorite bar for the night, having it entirely to the team and other canucks management.
“Happy birthday, Quinny.” You smiled as you walked in with him, seeing the decorations put up around the bar.
The rest of the team followed shortly, ordering food and drinks, simply having a good time. Quinn’s face held a look of pure joy the entire night, keeping close to you, only disappearing when his brothers called. Yet he dragged you with him, pulling you down a random hallway for some quiet to answer the call.
“Happy birthday Quinner!” You could hear the boys yell over the phone, Quinn thanking them before admitting how much he missed them.
You knew Quinn loved his brothers, but you’d never been close enough to see how much. It was a heartwarming call, his parents calling the minute his brothers hung up, repeating the happy birthdays and I miss you’s.
The minute the call ended your arms wrapped around Quinn’s neck, pulling him into a hug, his arms quickly wrapping around your waist.
“If I would’ve known how much you missed them I would’ve tried harder to get them here, I’m sorry Quinny.”
“Oh, no baby, it’s okay, don’t cry over it.” He smiled, a soft, gentle smile as he saw the tears welling in your eyes.
“But you’re not with your family.”
“But I’m with a very special beautiful girl instead.” He smiled again, wiping the stray tear that fell.
It was like a magnetic force pulling you into Quinn, leaning in subconsciously until he pressed his lips against yours. Feeling your body melt into his, his arms around your waist, holding you against him.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw you.” Quinn whispered against your lips.
“Why didn’t you?”
“Had to wait to get it right.” He grinned kissing you again.
“Anyone seen Qu- Nevemind.” Tito’s words cutting off, wandering into the hallway. “I came to give you this,” He said, giving Quinn a small box as you hid your face in his chest. “Please don’t mind me, return to whatever I interrupted.” He laughed when he walked away, making you groan and lean further into Quinn.
“Oh no, I didn’t get you a present.” The realization hit you as Tito walked away, leaving you staring at the box he handed Quinn.
“I think you being my girl now is the best present ever.” Quinn smiled, his hand pressed into the small of your back as he turned, pressing you against the wall.
“Yeah? So I’m your girl now?”
“If you want to be.”
“I want to be.”
#mads' writing!#quinn hughes#nhl imagine#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes imagine#hughes brothers#nhl one shot
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Mammon's Morning Wood
Mammon/AFAB reader (you/your pronouns) 4.2k words
CW: NSFW, oral sex, vaginal fingering
Summary: Mammon wakes up with morning wood and you help him out (written as an established relationship and with a personal head canon that every demon has a small bathroom connected to their rooms because plot convenience).
Another notification rang through his D.D.D., its chirps cutting through the morning haze and rousing him from sleep. Blindly, he felt around until he found it buried in the covers and clicked a button to snooze the alarm.
“Mm…”
Warmth pressed closer to his chest, a soft floral fragrance tickling his nose. He smiled and nuzzled into your hair, wrapping his arm around your waist to enjoy this for a moment longer.
Until another flurry of dings and chirps began to play through the small speaker buried in the sheets.
“Mm… Mammon…” your sleepy voice croaked, “Turn it off…”
He felt around again and silenced it, but judging by those alerts it was probably some chat conversation he’d have to catch up on. Or Lucifer was trying to get ahold of him to harass him about last night’s party.
Which was totally unfair. Asmodeus was there too and the drinking didn’t get that carried away until he started with his games. Come to think of it, how much had he ended up drinking anyway? He rolled over onto his back and squinted at the screen, lowering the brightness down as far as it’d allow while scrolling through the messages just as a small headache was blossoming. Nothing a little extra sleep couldn’t fix, but turning off the screen and tossing it away worked so much better.
His human rolling over and snuggling up close to him helped plenty~
He looked up at their reflections in the mirror overhead, trying to remember just what had happened last night. You were wearing his shirt, that was a good sign, but you also still had one of your sandals on.
“Hey,” he whispered, watching himself reach around to shake you gently. “Hey, do you remember what happened after the party? Before we went to bed?”
Your face crinkled adorably and you nuzzled closer, tucking your face into his side.
“Oi, don’t do that,” he said in a surprised whisper. “I probably stink!”
You grumbled but wouldn’t budge. If anything, you burrowed closer as if seeking his warmth to hide from the waking world.
So cute. He smiled to himself and looked up at your reflections again, wishing he could enjoy this feeling a little longer but the damn pain in his head was starting to creep in. Washing his face might clear it. Maybe.
He sighed and gently disentangled himself from you, replacing himself with his pillow. Not the same, but should stay warm for a few minutes longer while he brushed his teeth. His heart leapt when you hugged it tight, nuzzling in with a deep breath as if to breathe in his very scent.
So precious. He sat at the edge of the bed and checked his D.D.D. for the time. Still early, plenty of time to let you sleep till breakfast. It was colder than usual though.
“Need pants,” he muttered under his breath, getting up and grabbing a pair of sweats off the floor.
“Mamm?”
He tugged them up over his waist, taking a moment to adjust himself with his back toward you before he looked over his shoulder to meet your questioning eyes.
“I’m just gonna go brush my teeth and wash my face,” he said softly, “I ain’t goin’ far, go back to sleep.”
Soothed, your eyes closed again and you nodded, holding his pillow close.
Ugh, sometimes it was so unfair how cute you could be or the thoughts that would stir in his mind if he lingered too long. Later. You were too tired and probably hungover too anyway. He turned and quietly walked over to the bathroom, leaving the door open just a crack so you could hear him and snapping his fingers to illuminate the glowing crystals overhead.
Instantly he regretted it, the brightness so piercing it took him a second to adjust, the headache coming on full force. He leaned over the counter and squinted at his reflection, his eyes puffy and hair an absolute mess. He watched his reflection and lifted his arm with a curious sniff. Not great, but not bad. He turned on the sink and splashed some water under his arms and across his neck, then leaned over to splash his face, its coolness adding some much needed clarity to the morning slog.
After toweling off and checking his brow line for any stray hairs, he picked up his toothbrush and squirted a nice dollop of minty freshness on the bristles. Then with one hand still on the counter, he leaned over the sink and started to brush his teeth.
“Mammon?” His name was said so gently, and the door creaked open with your face peering in, glaring up at the glowing crystals.
He leaned over to spit, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Mornin’, did you wanna come brush your teeth too?”
“It’s too early to be awake,” you complained, pushing the door open more and rubbing your eyes.
“It’s not,” he said, picking up his rinse cup and filling it with some water for you. “Here drink some water. You’ll feel better.”
You nodded and walked over to accept the cup, taking a few sips and looking over at your reflection. “Ugh…” you groaned, setting the cup down again. “What happened last night? Did we win?”
He laughed and turned to rinse off his toothbrush. “I… think so? I don’t remember, but if Asmo asks we definitely did.”
You nodded and picked up a brush, closing your eyes again while combing through your hair.
He picked up the cup and took a sip, swishing it around before spitting in the sink. You’d positioned yourself in such a way that he needed to squeeze passed you to get out the door, but he wanted to give you time to wake up and get ready too.
“‘Scuse,” he said with a hand on your shoulder, “I’m just gonna—”
“I can see your penis.”
He froze and looked down to see the head was peeking just out of the waistband. He chuckled and looked at you through the mirror’s reflection, smirking. “Well yeah,” he said, “you give me morning wood almost every day.”
Your lips pursed. “Did we have sex last night?”
“I’m not sure,” he said, “but I don’t think so? I don’t even remember getting into bed but I think we probably just fell asleep.” He placed his hands on your shoulders and nuzzled the top of your head. “You really did try an’ keep up with us~ I was impressed.”
But you didn’t seem to be. Instead, stubbornly, you said. “I wanted to.”
“I know,” he murmured, kissing your hair. “It’s okay. We both passed out after drinkin’ so much anyway. I do remember you were real flirty and it made Asmo real jealous~”
You pouted, but relented and tilted your head to the side as he kissed down along your temple. “Did you want help with it?”
“With what?” he asked, not sure he was following your meaning.
A subtle smile crossed your face and you turned into him, kissing his chest before looking up at him through your lashes. “Do you need me, love?”
“I always need ya,” he said, running his fingers through your hair. “You know I do.”
“Yes, but…” Your hands were so warm and soft on his chest, eyes alight with mischief as they traveled down to his waistband. “Do you need me?”
Heat rushed to his face and he swallowed, looking down at your fingers sneaking their way into his pants and slowly pulling them down. “I… I’m not gonna ask… it’s okay, I know you’re not feelin’ so g—” He shivered when you reached in and took hold of him, gently caressing his balls with your fingers while feeling his erection with your palm.
“You’re so hard…” you said, feeling over him with such loving care.
“Y-Yeah,” he mumbled. “It gets harder when you touch it, love.”
You grinned up at him and cupped his balls again, pressing your body closer. “You get hard for me?”
“You know I do…” he murmured, headache suddenly not so relevant anymore.
“Let me take care of you,” you said, kissing down his chest as you moved to kneel on the floor. Then you looked up at him and pulled his pants down to his knees, somehow giving him the most innocent expression while his cock extended just a breath from your cheek. “Can I?”
He felt warm, so warm with you smiling up at him. “You don’t hafta… or ask… I mean, shouldn’t I be the one that—”
You turned and held him close, pressing your lips to the base and nuzzling with an affectionate kiss. “You want me, don’t you?” you asked.
“That ain’t fair,” he murmured, heart picking up when you glanced up at him again, turning to rest your cheek against him, somehow still looking up at him as if you didn’t know exactly what you was doing. “You know I do.”
You smirked a little and closed your eyes, leaning in while lightly caressing your fingers along his length. “You’re so warm… I can feel you getting harder.”
That resonated with him more than he expected, and you giggled.
“You’re such a good boy,” you teased, gently taking hold of him. “Such…” you turned into him again and pressed the flat of you tongue against him and gliding up along the side, gently teasing the tip before licking all the way down again. When he groaned, he could feel your giggle against him and you suckled a loving kiss at mid-length before sitting back on your heels. “A very good boy~”
He leaned forward to rest his hands on the counter, trapping you beneath him and damn if he didn’t enjoy the view. You grinned up at him, giving him a single stroke.
“So can I?” You asked, reaching up to grab on his pants and tug him closer. “Please~?”
“If you want, but—”
Before he could even say he didn’t mind if you weren’t up for it or had a headache of your own, the warmth of pleasure engulfed him and instead it took everything in him to not immediately thrust into ecstasy.
Your eyes flashed wickedly as your soft little tongue circled slowly, teasing him before you suckled again.
“Oh fuck,” he hissed under his breath, holding the counter tight as a flurry of tingles stirred in his belly. “Babe… go easy on me.”
You giggled and popped off, pressing kisses down his length again. “I can’t help it~ the faces you make are so cute.”
He grunted under his breath. “Yeah, but if you make it feel good too fast it really makes me wanna fuck you.”
“I know,” you murmured, stroking him with a steady pace while looking up at him through your lashes. “I love that look in your eyes most.”
Now the heat rushed upward toward his face, and it must’ve been enough to show because you giggled again.
“Just be good for me and hold still,” you said, sitting up and tucking your hair behind your ear. “If you move too much on your own, I’ll gag.”
“I know,” he mumbled, watching with bated breath as you looked him over as if deciding how you wanted it. He bit his lip, then whined under his breath when you cupped his balls and looked up at him.
“You want me to make you cum?” you asked with a slight tilt of your head.
“Yes,” he whispered.
You grinned and began to stroke him. “I make you feel good, don’t I?”
“Y…Yes,” he whispered, gripping the counter’s edge.
A coy little hum was followed by faster strokes and possessive little kisses just below the head.
“I make you hard, don’t I?”
He blushed and bit his lip, distracted by the tension in his lower abdomen.
“Mammon~?”
“Y-yes,” he said quickly only to moan when you licked away the pre-cum beading at the tip.
“Good boy~” you praised one last time before taking him in, first to swallow him down as far as you could go, then returning to suckling on the tip while you stroked.
He moaned and leaned heavier on the counter, captivated with watching you worship his cock. At first you’d peek up at him now and then, but then you closed your eyes and really got into it. Wetness and slurps coupled with faster strokes were sending his mind reeling, and he looked up in an attempt to distract himself before cumming too fast, but when he saw you head bobbing just above the counter’s reflection…
“L… Little faster,” he whispered, perverse pleasure in watching you go down on him so eagerly, obeying so quickly and picking up the pace.
Worshipping the Great Mammon… and seeking his pleasure….
“That’s a good human,” he murmured, looking down at you again and holding the back of your head. “Here… let me…” he rocked his hips to rub himself against your tongue and bit his lip again when you relaxed for him so easily, letting him use you.
“Such a good human,” he praised, moaning under his breath when you answered with a sensual roll of your tongue.
“Fuck…” He let go of your and leaned on the counter again, shallowly rocking his hips while you started to bob again. “Go fast as ya can, love, and I’ll c—”
You really didn’t need any further prompting; eagerly taking hold of him with both hands and working him so expertly. If he didn’t know any better, he might’ve thought you’d sold yourself to Lust but no you were his and only his. He began to whisper meaningless nothings, begging for you to go faster the more the pressure began to build, his balls so heavy and tight—
“N-Nnghh~” he grunted through clenched teeth, rocking his hips forward as a wave of relief crested and warmth flowed.
You sputtered and sat back with a gasp while his thoughts were still lost amid the sea of ecstasy, his breathy pants filling the space between them for a breath.
Then you sighed and sat down on the floor, taking off his shirt to wipe your mouth. “You came so much,” you said.
“Did I?” he murmured, looking down at you with worry. “Was it too much?”
You looked up at him and grinned. “Nope~ that just means I made you feel real good, doesn’t it? Now move,” you reached up to touch his stomach. “I can’t stand up with you on top of me.”
He couldn’t help smirking at that and you rolled your eyes.
“Mammon, move.”
“Okay, okay,” he mused, reaching down to offer you a hand. “C’mon love, get off the floor.”
You took his hands and he pulled you up to your feet then let out a low whistle when he saw you fully. You always had such sexy lingerie to wear, but it looked like you’d bought another new set just for him. Soft, black lace hung around your hips with a delicate little thong and golden silk bow. The matching bra was equally soft and small, black lace cups supporting below your breasts with golden ribbon laced around your ribs. More black ribbons crisscrossed over your breasts to complete the cup, but…
He swallowed, eyes fixated on your exposed nipples peeking out, excited and perky.
“I wanted to have sex last night…” you whispered softly, bringing your shoulders back. “I’m sorry I wasn’t— h-hey!”
You squealed adorably when he picked you up and sat you down on the counter, still enraptured in admiring the latest wrapping of your choice.
“You bought this for me?” he asked coyly, leaning one hand on the counter and shifting most his weight to the side, really making an effort to play casual while he blatantly stared at your body. You always loved that.
“I did,” you murmured with a pleased hum while you rested against the mirror and spread your legs ever so subtly. “Do you like it?”
“I do,” he said, letting his voice drop low as his greed began to show. “You look pretty.”
“I do?”
He smirked for you, stealing himself an excited little intake of breath.
“Very pretty,” he murmured, lightly tracing his fingertips along your thigh, just enough to make the goosebumps start to appear. “It’s a shame I wasn’t able to enjoy it last night.”
Only…
Instead you pressed your thighs together and pouted up at him.
“I’m sorry,” you said, eyes so unbearably sincere. “I was just having so much fun with Asmo too and I didn’t know how much I had—”
He shushed you with a kiss, followed by a little nip on your lip.
“I’m teasing you, love,” he murmured, nuzzling your nose with his. “How bad’s your head hurtin’ that you can’t tell that?”
You made a noise of discontent, and he shushed it with another kiss.
“That’s not nice, Mammon…” you said with a soft whine.
“I know,” he murmured, tracing idle circles on your thigh again. “How can I make it up to ya?”
The subtlest of shivers ran down your leg, and you tilted your chin to ask for another kiss. “What do you have to offer?”
He chuckled and reached up to find the ribbon of your thong, following it along to caress across your belly. “Mm… if you’re still hungover… I could go steal some breakfast for ya for starters,” he said, turning to kiss down your neck. “Let you sleep a little longer~ maybe we could go out for lunch.”
“On a date?” you perked up, tilting your head to the side for him.
“Mhm,” he hummed, opening his mouth to touch his fangs to your skin, teasing you with the promise of a bite that wouldn’t come. “S’one idea…”
You sighed contentedly and your legs relaxed again, spreading ever-so-slightly. “Is that your only idea?”
He chuckled again and tickled your tummy, making you squirm. “I have a few others, mostly ‘cause you know how much I don’t like being in debt.”
“Debt? No,” you leaned away from him, even reached up to grab his chin and push him back to look at his face. “I wanted to make you f—”
He nipped your palm, amused.
Your cheeks turned pink and you pouted again. “You’re teasing too much.”
He reached up to hold your arm, turning to kiss your inner wrist. “Can’t you tell when I’m flirting with you yet?” he said, kissing further up your arm. “Does your head really hurt?”
“A little…”
“Do you wanna go lay down some more?”
“In… a minute…”
He chuckled and gazed at you, rubbing his cheek against the softness of your inner arm. “Do you need me to make you feel good too?”
Your blush deepened and you nodded.
“Alright,” he murmured, shifting his weight to both feet as he reached down to pinch the ribbons of your thong. “Lemme help you~”
You bit back a smile and wrapped your arms around his neck, lifting your hips so he could slide off your thong with ease. When you sat down on the counter again, he grabbed the backs of your knees and spread your legs further, leaning back to admire you.
“Wait…” he raised a brow, “Are you already wet, love?”
You blushed again and looked away, mumbling, “I like to make you feel good…”
“You’re so sexy,” he said under his breath, unable to resist grabbing your sides and kissing you again. You squeaked in surprise and he took it as an opportunity to deepen the kiss, moaning when he tasted himself on your tongue. Your moans tasted even sweeter, and he joined you when you hugged tighter, threading your fingers through his hair.
Your body was so soft in his hands, and he could feel every breath expanding in your lungs. Would he ever get used to just how delicate you felt in his hold? Or perhaps…
“Lemme go, love,” he murmured, turning to kiss down your neck again. “I can’t do much if ya hold me too tight.”
“Sorry,” you mumbled, your arms relaxing for him.
“It’s okay~” he mused, giving you a playful nibble while he reached up to rub the underside of your breasts with his thumbs. “Hold me tight later~”
Your breath hitched when he caressed again, this time sweeping his thumbs just below your nipples. “Mammon… I’m not sure if I…”
“I’ll be gentle,” he said, kissing down your chest. “If it bothers ya too much, I’ll stop, okay? But you did clear my headache~”
You laughed and then gasped softly when he latched, capturing your nipple in his mouth and surrounding it with wet heat. Your back arched and he closed his eyes, licking to coax it to harden.
“M-Mammon—” you keened softly, fingers finding his hair again.
He hummed in response, reaching up to cup your other breast, not wanting to leave it wanting while he suckled. Again you gasped, pressing your chest closer while holding him tight, making him chuckle again. Your tits were always so sensitive~
“That feels good,” you whispered, “Pinch me…”
He let out a playful growl and bit around you, drawing out an excited squeal.
“O-Oh!”
Ugh, why did you have to make such delicious sounds?
He let go only to move to the other and latch again, wanting to see both nice and perky.
“Mammon…” you breathed, his name so tender on your tongue while you pet his hair.
Good human.
He hummed again and felt up your thigh, turning his palm up to touch you with his middle finger. Your hips twitched in surprise, but your legs spread further and he took that as an invitation. Your slit was already starting to wet, but he could do better. First gentle strokes, nothing more than enjoying the soft velvet of your inner labia.
So… soft…
He moaned around you, lazily rolling his tongue around your nipple as blood started to rush south again.
“Mammon…” you whispered again, tugging at his hair. “Don’t… tease….”
“I won’t,” he murmured, pressing his finger in closer until he felt where your opening was. He couldn’t help smirking to himself as he rubbed around it, feeling you squirm and wet even further.
“Mammonnn,” you whined.
“Are you ready for more?”
“Yes,” you whined, tugging again. “Mammon, don’t tease.”
“Okay, love,” he cooed gently, kissing up your chest to your neck where he nipped your nape. Then he curved his finger and bit back a groan when he felt you clench already. “Whatever you want~” he said, pushing in slowly to his second knuckle.
Your body quivered, so hot and soft and wet. This time he couldn’t hold back the soft moan of appreciation as he started to pump in slowly, curving his finger up to focus on the spot that always seemed to make you writhe.
A pleased sigh tickled his bangs, your arms wrapped around his neck. You slouched back, angling your hips to make it easier for him while one of your legs hooked around his hip.
“More…” you said softly, sending even more blood rushing down.
He groaned under his breath, pumping faster. “How’s that?”
You mewled, hips squirming as you tried to fuck yourself. “More,” you whined.
He pulled out his finger and added a second, pushing them in together until you keened.
“How’s that?” he asked coyly, setting a steady rhythm again and stroking that spot, determined to make you cum.
Your leg pulled him closer and you held him so tight.
“More,” you panted, arousal lubricating his fingers as clenches began to squeeze even tighter, almost desperately. “M-More—”
He hummed and nipped just below the corner of your jaw, riding out your desperate ruts and using them to find the rhythm you needed. The wetter you got, the harder he felt and he moaned into your neck, losing himself to the sensations. Hot. Wet. Tight. Wet.
Hot.
Hotter.
Tight.
Tighter.
Your legs began to shake and your arms held him so tight.
“M-Mamm—”
Wet.
“M-Mamm-”
Wetter.
The sweetest keen greeted him, a rush of wet and tight surrounding his fingers. He moaned, easing his affections and keeping them in deep as your orgasm rippled around him, your embrace so tight like you needed him to anchor you while your mind slipped into euphoria.
Your breathing eventually settled into deep, greedy gasps, arms relaxing and leg slipping off his hip. He gently pulled out his fingers and stood up enough to see your face, pleased to see you so content.
“How was that?” he asked, nuzzling your nose again.
“Mm…” you hummed, closing your eyes and nuzzling back. “I feel better~”
“Yeah?” He chuckled. “Glad to hear it.”
“Mm…” you hummed again, petting him and playing with his hair, then lightly scratching his scalp with manicured nails. “Did you get hard again?”
He smirked. “‘Course I did, but only a little. It ain’t anything to worry about.”
Your hands moved to his shoulders, pushing him to stand back. Your eyes were languid, yet mischievous. “Will you carry me to bed?”
“Sure, lemme just—”
You wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him in close, pressing your wet, hot cunt right up against him.
“And give me more?” You purred, rolling your hips in one, sensual, roll.
He groaned under his breath, making you smile.
“Yeah,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around your lower back and lifting you off the counter, already turning toward the bedroom. “Yeah, I can do that.”
You giggled and crossed your ankles, clinging close and nuzzling into his chest as he carried you. “I love you,” you said.
He kissed your hair, heart full of a warmth he’d never known without you.
“I love you too.”
#obey me smut#obey me mammon#afab reader#gender neutral reader#obey me shall we date#fanfic#reader insert
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