In dark times, should the stars also go out?

[respondedinkind]

Indie, mutuals-only, selective, multi-everything, canon-divergent and heavily headcanon-based Khan Noonien Singh from Star Trek into Darkness. Includes possible NSFW & Triggering content. No Minors. 18+ Mun is 30+ with abt. 13yrs of tumblr-RP-experience. Khan is around since 2012, blog revamped Oct. 2023. Previously known as: intodxrkness OC- and Crossover-friendly.

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[respondedinkind]

|| Oh boy, I am missing Khan.

[respondedinkind]

Quick (long) update.

|| I know I haven't been around in a hot minute, thought I'd give a quick update.

Sorry for vanishing like this, life has been a little wild recently; I started therapy a few weeks ago, next to me finding joy in a new game where I slipped into the fandom (rather hard lol) and realized that I am, right now, much happier with doing art and creating fics rather than RPing.

This might sound a little odd to some - but the thing is, my brain simply doesnt hold enough energy to do *all* the creative things I want to do. For example: RPing is incredibly fun but also *incredibly exhausting*, and whenever I put a lot of time into RPing, I am literally unable to do art or write fics. It's taking so much of my creative-energy-meter that it's empty quick, leaving me with being frustrated as I don't really get to create anymore.

So I decided to pursue creating art as well as writing fics for now, which means I basically vanished from RP tumblr in return. I know this might be frustrating to some - especially my writing partners - and I want to apologize for that, for said frustration I might have caused.

But it is what it is, and I am not going to change much about it anytime soon. I am actually feeling rather happy about being able to do art, write fics, and *not* worry about writing replies and possibly making partners wait. It's a sort-of-pressure that I've taken off of my own shoulders...

Which is needed right now as I, as mentioned, also started therapy. It's going to be a journey, and I was just diagnosed with general anxiety as well as depression (which could actually be a 'double-depression' on top of it, means it is a chronic depression as well as an 'episodic depression'). It feels... incredibly relieving, in a way, to finally have an official diagnosis and to know that yes, something IS going on with me, I am not just crazy in my head and/or lazy. However, the whole therapy-thing is only going to get harder from here on and I am already working on things that have been talked about, think about them in my head, work with what I have realized about myself and try to handle it.

I do have a whole diagnose-session going on in August for ADHD / Autism as well, which will *also* require a good chunk of my energy. So yeah, things are happening.

Long story short: I decided to put my priorities elsewhere for now, for my own mental health's sake, and my happiness. Reducing stress was *needed*, especially since I am only going to be more stressed while working on me, on my diagnosis, and on all the problems I finally want to be able to figure out and address, possibly solve. ---Something also happened in my private life a couple of months ago that basically, let's call it 'triggered', my sudden energy to finally ask for help after trying to handle everything for literal decades. So yeah. It's been a yeah so far lol.

I want to thank each and every single one of you for having been with me, RPed great stories, formed companionships over weeks and months; I won't delete this blog nor do I plan to 'archive it'. I'll just leave it like this and maybe, who knows, I will return to it (and my other blogs) at some point. I just don't want to put stress on me as in 'I will come back in x day / months', I'll just see where life takes me and when I find the energy to be here again, I will.

I love Khan, love Stephen, love Bones. I haven't lost my love for them, my attention is just elsewhere. (Including that cute game I have been playing, falling in love with some characters...)

I wish you all the best, sending you lots of vibes, happy thoughts, my eternal gratitude and some strength for whatever you need to deal with in your life. Remember that you are loved, that your thoughts are valid, that you are worth it. ♥

-waves-

PS: I do miss you, the people I formed friendships with. I miss you, our RPs, our conversations. In case we have been interacting much on here, but not actually exchanged other ways of staying connected besides tumblr - discord, for example - you are absolutely allowed to hit me up and I'll give you my discord. ♥

[obiroguewan]

[darehearts-archived]

@respondedinkind !

[respondedinkind]

|| Hey, hello!

I am currently not around much, and I am also not present on the dash. Just sometimes, rarely, so I miss most of what's happening. I apologize for being so absent and probably haven't read any of your ooc posts or life updates.

I'm unsure how things will proceed, but I am very much doing what's best for my mental health at the moment - and it could take a while. My love for my muses (Khan, Stephen, Bones) has not subsided, but my attention is currently elsewhere.

Sending you all lots of good vibes and hugs, and I hope you all have a wonderful time. ♥ Again, I apologize for not being around, and I humbly ask for your understanding.

Have a great day, friends! ♥

[respondedinkind]

❝ as much as i love arguing with your stubborn ass…we’re on a mission here. ❞

...They are on a mission?!

Khan almost wants to snap right back at that unknown man, argue about the whole mission-thing - but, to be honest, this might require some kind of mission, after all: There's a... something facing them, a creature of some sort, he supposes, and it has appeared out of nowhere, causing people around him to scream and run away, fleeing into whatever building is close.

Which is kind of a stupid idea, Khan himself thinks, as this very much ugly creature is rather big and surely able to get rid of whatever building might be in its way.

Fuck, he has never seen such a thing before, at least not in real life.

---What kind of earth did he get himself onto?!

Oh, and yes, there's also this guy that had appeared mere seconds ago, trying to command Khan to, quote: 'get his ass out of here'. Khan, however, has remained where he is, because he does not run away, not like that, not when he can possibly be useful in an attempt to deal with whatever this creature really is.

Not that he has ever fought a being like this monster is, but he's fought in wars. Hand him a weapon and he can shoot it; Khan would also go into close combat, but the lizard's feet alone are as big as a car, and... well. Khan's strong, and very much brave, but he's not an idiot.

The thing roars as it continues to make his way along the street, basically kicking and pushing everything away that's crossing its path, and Khan stares up at it before his attention flicks back on that unknown man by his side.

"Mission?", is what he finally asks, despite having stopped himself moments ago, and he lets out a snort of sorts before bright blue eyes trail along the brunette's form. "---You want to fight this... thing, creature, monster, whatever it is? What makes you more special than anyone else?! ---You have a weapon on you, at least?"

...By the way: Who exactly is 'we' supposed to be in this context? That man seems to be alone, no?

[mehrere-musen]

Stephen remembered their first time very vividly. How much he had liked Khan back then, how he realized that he had loved the man who had come crashing into his universe, the emotions that swirled through them after he had gone through the other man's memories to find more out about him.

And now they were married and had children.

Stephen couldn't imagine any other universe where he and Khan never met.

"Oh sweetheart," he whispered, his voice choking up with emotion.

He throbbed as his erection was guided to that delicious heat of his partner's body, the tip just barely pressing inside. Stephen throbbed once again, breathing hard. "All for you, baby." he crooned.

And with a push, he was sliding his cock into his beloved's scorching body, hissing as the heat enveloped him completely and wholly.

[respondedinkind]

Despite all the heat that pulses through him, Khan can feel it - the emotions Stephen is momentarily experiencing here - and it causes that sweet warmth to spread behind his sternum, so different from the boiling lava that is pulsing through his veins over and over again. It makes him realize just how much he loves his partner, how close he is to him, and how he cannot even try to think of a reality where the two have never met.

It saddens him, for a second, to know that, maybe, somewhere out there, another Khan is existing and he will never end up as lucky as he himself did - will never meet Stephen Strange, will never crash onto his planet---

Swallowing, pushing those emotions to the side, Khan lets out a somewhat choked sound as he inhales, then exhales, trying to breathe that somber feeling away. He is here, so is his husband, and both of them are happy, have started a family of their own. Aiden and Aurora sleep peacefully, they are healthy and perfect, and Khan got everything he could ever wish for.

Another breath is being exhaled at that realization, right when his beloved then - finally - pushes into him---

"---Fuuuuck---", is the groan it pushes out of him, with Khan shivering as he feels himself stretching wide around that throbbing cock; It splits him open so nicely, as it always does, and by god did he miss this, all of it, to be taken and claimed by his husband in such a primal way.

And, as predicted, he is entirely overstimulated and way too sensitive to hold on. As soon as the sorcerer's hard erection pushes against Khan's prostate, stimulating it this way, he comes with another, choked sob, followed by a deep moan as the whole of his body trembles with the release. Blunt fingernails dig into Stephen's back, scratch along the skin, while the other hand remains curled into those graying strands of hair as Khan twitches and basically mewls through his orgasm, spurts of hot white shooting from the tip of his hot hardness, coating Stephen's abdomen.

Fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck---

[noblehcart]

@respondedinkind

"Ah...Mr. Singh. I was not expecting- I mean. The rumors that you'd be joining the crew are true then? "

Because all she could think were 'oh god no-' at the idea that the very man she had interviewed behind a thick safety glass was walking free- not that she really thought he was a danger- no. It was the all too human thought of how personal she had dug into him and the past and his former regime. He had gone through his trial and was deemed safe enough to have earned a probation on board a ship- she just didn't know it was the Enterprise for sure.

And now here he was and here she was trying not to let her nerves get the best of her that she stood in front of a former ruler of her planet who was now just as much a crewmember as she was...a crew member she had interviewed extensively and submitted a written testimony on his cooperation for his trial. "Ahm, well -let me know if there's anything I do to help you settle in or...um adjust."

[respondedinkind]

Khan has spotted her long before the young woman even notices his existence; Her words do not come as a surprise to him, neither does the nervousness that seems to cling to her once they're close enough for her to finally see him - and realize he is here, that those rumors she mentions are, indeed, very much real.

Khan himself remains nonchalant, neutral, unaffected - his bright gaze rests upon her form, taking in the sight of Miss Ivanov's presence, calmly listening to her attempt to engage a conversation.

There is a spark of amusement forming behind his sternum, though, causing the corner of his mouth to twitch briefly, but it settles as quickly as it had appeared in the first place.

"Miss Ivanov.", he greets her then, voice low, sonorous as always. "---Lieutenant, I suppose? I didn't know you're part of the Enterprise's crew; Looks like we might be crossing paths on the regular then." A pause follows, accompanied by a single, slow blink and a set of large hands clasping on the small of Khan's own back.

"---Thank you, I appreciate it. ...I hope my presence on this vessel isn't going to cause you any discomfort - neither now, nor in the future."

They're going to be stuck in space for five years, after all; While this starship is certainly big, it won't prevent them from running into each other every now and then, Khan is quite sure about it.

[storyuntrue]

“You’re   quite   right   about   that,   we   all   make   dumb   decisions   sometimes.   Doesn’t   mean   those   decisions   don’t   pay   off   in   the   end.   Take   me,   for   example,   and   coming   to   your   place   uninvited.”   Contrary   to   popular   belief,   Tony   was   very   self   aware   of   his   own   shortcomings.   He   was   impulsive   and   oftentimes   inconsiderate.   He   also   had   a   tendency   to   often   misread   situations   to   his   own   advantage.   Which   meant   that   he   had   to   get   some   things   clear,   lift   the   burden   of   doubt   off   his   own   shoulders,   and   make   his   intentions   just   a   touch   clearer.   

Chewing   on   his   bottom   lip,   his   attention   mostly   on   the   work   he’s   doing   —   he’d   rather   avoid   cutting   his   own   finger   off   after   all   —   Tony   gives   a   shrug,   lets   his   words   linger   in   the   air   for   a   second   or   two   before   he   adds   to   them.   “I   definitely   took   a   gamble   coming   here.   I   knew   your   name   and   your   occupation,   and   Alice   didn’t   give   me   much   else.   Only   that   you   seemed   to   be   into   me.”   That’s   how   he   has   operated   all   of   his   life,   and   for   the   most   of   it,   taking   a   chance   and   seeing   where   it   takes   him   has   paid   off   rather   nicely.   He’s   hoping   this   time,   life   doesn’t   screw   him   over.   “For   all   I   knew,   you   could   have   been   otherwise   engaged   with   someone   else,   delicately   put,   when   I   came   over.   And   just   so   I’m   a   hundred   percent   certain   —   you   weren’t,   were   you?”   

As   soon   as   he   gets   that   cleared,   he   can   start   laying   the   flirtations   real   thick   —   nothing   too   crude,   not   until   Khan   gets   better,   but   Tony   can   take   it   up   a   notch   still.   “I   kinda   really   need   to   know   that   I’m   not   barking   up   a   tree   that’s   otherwise   claimed.”   At   this,   he   finally   looks   up,   fixing   his   gaze   on   Khan,   trying   to   read   a   reply   from   his   facial   expressions   before   even   a   verbal   one   could   be   given,   dark   eyes   full   of   tentative   hope,   vulnerability   shown   where   he   otherwise   attempted   to   mask   it.   If   he   wanted   to   have   something   serious   with   Khan,   showing   just   the   outer   shell   of   himself   wouldn’t   be   enough.   And   he   wanted   to   have   more,   pretty   badly,   actually.  

[respondedinkind]

The very same way their playful banter and blatant flirting isn't lost on Khan, the sudden change in mood is recognized easily; Even though Tony is still keeping a rather lighthearted atmosphere around himself, his spoken words still sound... serious, all things considered, beginning to steer them into territory that goes further than what they've been doing so far. It's not unwanted, not uncomfortable in any way, it simply surprises Khan a bit, positively so.

Granted, he's suspected his interesting guest to put all this effort into what he's doing for a little more than just a bit of tossing beneath linen sheets in return - as he's thought about before - but to see and listen to the other maneuvering them over into the topic as a whole, talking about a possible significant other that could be connected to Khan... it's almost endearing, in a way, and Khan feels something spark behind the firm of his sternum, as if the sudden buzz of butterfly wings increases there for just a fraction of a second.

...Fuck, he's got it bad already. He barely knows Tony, and yet he's sitting here, watching him dissect a chicken, prepare a whole meal for him, while the brunette inquires about the cute barista's personal life - just so he isn't accidentally overstepping any boundaries and causing more bad than good, in the end.

He wants Khan to be single, and he wants to be sure it's the case. Which means that the older one himself must be without a partner, all things considered; Khan simply does not believe that a man asking about such things would consider to cheat on his own spouse in return.

---That dark doe-like gaze tells as much, almost vulnerable in nature, open and honest.

"You're a lucky one.", is what Khan decides to say after a little while, accompanied by his smirk softening somewhat, but remaining cheeky at the edges. "---I'm all by myself, in each and every way. You decided to... bark up the right tree, so to speak."

And yes, as the other has rightfully recognized himself, Khan very much is into him. If he weren't, this situation would be over already, with Tony been kicked out of this apartment before even managing to get inside. But, well, he's here, and bright blue eyes watch everything he does with a very much profound curiosity hidden within them, accompanied by full lips nursing the edge of his cup, the other arm curled on top of the kitchen island's smooth countertop.

Khan is holding on, somehow, managing to not let it show just how nervous (and excited) he actually is - and how much the sudden change of their banter affects him, the hint at that peculiar, enticing man possibly considering to... turn this whole thing they're having into something serious.

It has been a while. A long while, actually.

"I assume you are as well?", is what he asks in return then, trying to remain nonchalant as he takes another sip of his drink, gaze glued on Tony as he does. "You're been putting a lot of effort into trying to get closer to me, after all..."

[storyuntrue]

Okay,   yes.   So   Tony   was   not   deluding   himself,   and   the   other   man   was   clearly   reciprocating   his   attraction.   Perfect;   it   means   that   the   chance   of   a   super   hot   model   walking   out   of   the   bedroom   was   getting   slimmer   by   the   minute.   Not   completely   gone,   however   —   there   is   still   too   much   that   Tony   didn’t   know   about   Khan.   

Therefore,   there   was   no   need   to   rush   and   rule   out   the   possibility   of   him   being   a   total   Casanova.   Apparently,   and   by   his   own   claim,   the   man   was   the   opposite   of   that,   and   something   within   Tony   wanted   to   trust   him   blindly.   The   snarky   part   of   his   brain   in   the   moment   had   helpfully   suggested   that   it   was   a   character   flaw   of   this.   He   nearly   snorts   to   himself,   but   reigns   it   in   at   the   last   second.   He   most   definitely   was   too   trusting   for   his   own   good,   and   his   history   had   shown   it   repeatedly.   

“Well,   if   we   were   in   a   relationship,   I’d   say   that’s   an   incredibly   romantic   gesture,   but   seeing   as   how   we’re   not. . .”   Tony   gives   a   shrug,   bites   his   lip   and   leans   away.   “It’d   say   it’s   more   of   a   daring   move   rather   than   a   smart   one.”   It’s   a   challenging   statement,   a   bit   risky,   but   still   playful   in   its   nature.   Yet   still,   the   engineer   was   certain   that   Khan   didn’t   mind   a   light   banter   or   a   silly   battle   of   wits.   That’s   what   Tony   was   bringing   to   the   table,   at   the   end   of   the   day,   and   if   Khan   couldn’t   dish   it   out,   well,   they   might   not   be   suitable   for   one   another   after   all.   

“Lucky   for   you,   however,   I   got   excellent   reviews   from   my   friends   about   my   cooking,   and   this   soup   in   particular.   So   your   faith   in   me   won’t   be   challenged   today   and   you’ll   still   remain   a   pretty   smart   guy.”   Point   made   and   his   words   softened,   Tony   returns   to   his   task   at   cutting   up   the   chicken,   glancing   up   at   Khan   every   now   and   again.   

[respondedinkind]

This is very much a playful back and forth between them, a bit of teasing banter to check out the waters, Khan knows; He's not oblivious to all the flirting, the way Tony acts and behaves in certain ways he surely wouldn't show off as much if being alone - or surrounded by people he wasn't feeling attracted to, at least - and Khan basks within it, enjoying this moment of lighthearted poking and prodding, accompanied by daring looks and cheeky smirks.

It's... been a while, really, since he's last been part of a similar situation unfolding. Truth to be told, this has never happened before - no one has ever aggressively flirted with him and found out his address once obtaining the information that Khan is suffering from a cold, just to then show up with a whole arrangement of food and medicine. To Khan it means that his unusual guest's interest must be deeply serious; If he were to see the cute barista (fuck, will Khan ever stop thinking about Tony calling him that?) as just another fling, he wouldn't be where he is right now, right?... Or, if he is that kind of man who puts all of this effort in, only to get a single fuck out of it later... well: Impressive, really. A+ for said effort, and the fuck is well-deserved.

But no, something tells Khan that he's on the right track regarding the brunette's reasons for being around. Even though they don't really know each other, Tony has decided to take matters into his own hands and, well - he knows what he wants, after all, and Khan is on the receiving end.

The thought causes him to swallow briefly, the warmth to the tips of his ears increasing; He hums out a low noise, his bright gaze flicking down to those hands handling the chicken, cutting it up, while the smirk on Khan's lips widens briefly, accompanied by another, amused exhale of air.

"---Never said that I'm incapable of making decisions that aren't of smart nature.", is the answer he gives, nonchalant; A few seconds pass, and Khan reaches for that cup once more with the warmed up medicine inside, taking another sip. Blue irises continue to take in the sight of that animal being processed, lips nursing the edge of the porcelain as he does, and only after another short while passes, Khan looks back up.

"Don't we all do some... questionable things sometimes? Make decisions that, perhaps, aren't as clever in hindsight, and yet we still allowed other parts of ourselves to lead rather than the brain?"

By now, Khan's smirk is definitely reaching his eyes and he tilts his head a little, almost as if he's offering a silent dare in return here, complete with a hint of a cocked brow and another sip of that unknown beverage.

Tony made some decisions himself, after all - and whether those have been smart might be up to debate. Yet Khan is not complaining about his customer's sudden appearance, and neither is Tony himself, right?

"Lucky me indeed, in quite a few ways."

[respondedinkind]

|| Hello lovelies! ♥

As you might have noticed, I am slow at the moment; I am taking a bit of a writing break, and it honestly is doing very well for my mental health. I have been doing things I haven't done in a long while (mainly playing video games and I even started to draw again!) - the constant guilt about 'needing to reply fast' so as to not let you all down and perhaps 'lose you' along the way as a writing partner kept me on a schedule of sorts where other hobbies didn't get to take a lot of space at all.

Not to mention the whole mindset of 'ohmygod if I don't reply fast, everyone will leave and I will be forgotten and no one enjoys writing with me' - I still have that and I still feel guilty, but I am sort-of pushing myself to not let my brain do that. It's honestly so nice to do something else over the day and not worry about the whole 'oh gosh I have to write at least 3 or 4 replies today on blog 1, and then fill the queue on blog 2 with like 5-6 replies---'. I mean, I still worry about that lol, but I am kind-of 'forcing' myself to not let it take over.

So, that's why I am slow, and I hope you'll understand - I promise I *will* write, I love Khan (and Stephen too) and I am very much having a LOT of muse for them. I just realized that my whole day consisted of 'writing' whenever I had time and little else. I need to change that. Which means I'm going to be slow and 'allow' myself to do other things I am in the mood in (e.g. doing art!) and come back when I am wanting to write rather than 'needing' to.

---That being said, I *will* reply to some things quicker than to others. Some threads just really cause my muse to spark and explode, and to those I will get to much faster. I am sorry but it is what it is - and no, it's nothing personal 'against you' or whatever, but rather what I feel joy for at the moment. I have a bunch of threads on here where I know I will reply quick to. ♥

Again, I hope you'll understand.

And now, with this novel coming to an end (lol, finally, sorry for this massive post!) I'll send you all A LOT OF VIBES and GOOD THOUGHTS and hope you'll have a wonderful weekend. ♥

[berylcluster]

⊰ CLOSED STARTER for @respondedinkind ft. JIM KIRK ⊱

➫ KIRK felt horrible, his head was throbbing, his body ached. He HATED this new workout McCoy had him on, and don’t even get him started on the diet. Greens, greens and more green. His sleep schedule incompletely been thrown off kilter and he needed his beauty sleep. Chef, once his favorite crew member, able to give him whatever he wanted without the doctor knowing about it, now has become a traitor. Slowly being replaced by Khan in the process. And yes, he meant that Khan; during the trial, there had been many who disagreed with his decision, outrage at how he could allow such a man to be allowed back into society.

But that was before all the evidence had come out, the environment and torture the alien men was subjected to, it changed a lot of people’s minds. Not everyone’s but enough people, Jim had been left in his charge, which he didn’t mind. Before all the yelling and emotions raging on the bridge of Marcus’ ship, they had worked somewhat well together. He had even saved his life, there was nothing more profound to him than that, Khan would always be a good man in his eyes. He just needed to prove it to everyone else.

Letting out a loud yawn, the lift doors opened and speak of the devil - “Morning.” The captain said, harshly rubbing the heel of his palm against an eye, trying to suppress another yawn but once the other was inside, he just yawned again, this time behind a fist. “Damn, I’ll never get through this whole day. Make the whole damn bridge yawn and no one will be focused.”

[respondedinkind]

Khan's first month on board of the Enterprise went by extremely fast. ... Which is both very much true and a lie by itself, in a strange way.

Simply because yes, a whole month has passed ever since he'd been allowed to set foot back into this vessel - this time as a tentative crewmember on probation rather than a prisoner, that is - and yet, while this single month has passed within the blink of an eye, it had also dragged out and pulled on sensitive nerve endings. Khan was made to adapt to all kinds of situations, a man on a mission to lead others to peace in a world at war, but... well. This is not war. He's also not meant to be a leader, but rather the one who follows again, and it's... quite the change from what he's used to, if he's being honest with himself; He's trying though, very much so, mostly remaining in the background and taking a very passive role while finding his way into what every-day life is like on board of this spaceship.

He's mostly jumping in between science and engineering - security as well, though his services have not been needed there so far (which is a good thing, he supposes) - and handles smaller tasks that his colleagues, more or less willingly, put into his slender fingers. Mister Scrott - demanding to be named Scotty - is actually the most easy-going of them all, as he's rather close to the Captain and aware of who Khan is, what he's gone through, that he is seriously trying to better himself. While being a rather harsh mentor, he is trusting Khan on a few things - even though he's not allowing him to put his hands onto the Enterprise's own system just yet... but suggestions are welcome, and those Khan gives happily.

---Khan's plans for today are... vague, so to say. He'll probably spend most of his shift inside one of the many labs, doing some technical research, unless anyone asks him to do something else - repair a PADD, another device, such things - and so he's on his way to switch decks... which leads him to meet the one and only Jim Kirk inside the lift, yawning profusely, so violently that the whole of his body shakes with the effort as Khan stands besides him, perfectly straight and collected.

Looks like Doctor McCoy is very much pulling through with those plans he's made at the beginning of their trip; He'd told Khan about those during one of the physicals, rather offhandedly, but Khan had listened - taken in the information.

"Good morning, Captain." The greeting comes easily, voice low, polite. Hands clasp on the small of Khan's back as he glances over at the other, blue irises taking in the sight of him.

"---If I may say so, it appears as if you should revise your sleep schedule." It is, perhaps, meant as a... friendly jab of sorts? Who knows? Khan remains perfectly even, neutral, as he speaks.

[respondedinkind]

At the moment you want...

to realize.

it's been hazy for a while, the fog only thickening. sometimes, it feels as though nothing has ever made sense. you're stuck, and often, you can't figure out yourself. you hope to understand yourself, but yourself feels out of reach, behind a locked door. maybe, this locked door has already been opened, and you've yet to process the contents. or maybe, you're still figuring out how to unlock it. perhaps the key is buried deep beneath the dirt of the earth, far in your skin, deep in your brain and your heart. surely, you can feel it if you try. don't whisk away this feeling, the need to realize. let yourself discover, let yourself come to a realization. it's a step forward, think of it as so. are you aware?

tagged by: @danversiism ♥ tagging: @berylcluster (Jim), @darehearts, @storyuntrue (tony and/or whoever you like ♥), @sxbaist, @hacker-codeq, @noblehcart, @bloodstainedstar and you. ♥

[storyuntrue]

It   wouldn’t   take   a   genius   to   figure   out   that   Tony’s   pleased   with   Khan’s   attention,   with   the   way   he   spoke.   There’s   a   flush   actually   coloring   his   tan   cheeks,   and   his   gaze   flickering   down,   making   the   long   lashes   flutter   against   the   heated   skin.   Occupying   himself   by   rolling   up   his   sleeves   right   near   to   his   elbows,   with   practiced   movements   unfastening   the   watch   from   his   wrist   and   setting   it   aside   on   another   counter top,   away   from   all   the   produce.   

Another   sneezing   bout   gives   Tony   the   perfect   opportunity   to   pull   himself   together,   using   the   opportunity   to   turn   away   from   Khan   by   making   his   way   to   the   sink   to   wash   his   hands.   “Okay,   now   you’re   just   setting   me   up   for   failure.   You   can’t   already   call   it   spectacular,   I   haven’t   even   started   yet.”   There’s   amusement   to   his   tone   of   voice,   once   again   easy   going   and   smooth   as   he   dries   his   hands.   And   then   he   goes   for   the   chicken.   Taking   it   out   of   the   package,   washing   and   drying   it,   and   eventually   setting   it   on   the   cutting   board   for   dissection.   

Only   once   he   chops   the   chicken   in   half,   does   Tony   look   back   up   at   Khan,   gaze   slowly   sweeping   up   the   bits   and   pieces   of   his   frame   that   he   could   see,   most   of   it   covered   with   a   blanket.   And   yet   still,   there   is   appreciation   in   his   eyes,   even   with   what   little   he   sees,   admiring   the   fine,   albeit   sick,   figure   that   the   taller   man   cut.   “What   if   I’m   a   terrible   cook   and   my   confidence   is   just   letting   me   delude   myself   into   thinking   that   I   can   pull   this   off,   hm?”   

He’s   leaning   in   over   as   much   as   possible,   given   the   divide   the   counter   has   put   in   between   them   ( and   he’s   trying   to   avoid   touching   the   chicken   with   the   cashmere   sweater   he   has   on ),   giving   Khan   his   most   attractive,   most   practiced   smile.   “Will   you   suffer   through   shitty   soup   just   for   me?”   And   this   was   his   confidence   speaking,   all   mixed   in   with   a   flirtatious   taunt.   He   was   sure   that   if   Khan   was   in   his   full   health,   he   would   be   severely   losing   this   battle   of   making   the   other   flustered.   As   it   stands,   it   was   Tony’s   time   to   shine.   

[respondedinkind]

It feels satisfying, really, but also equally as exciting to watch Tony react to his spoken words; Those dark lashes look pretty against his tanned skin, in combination with that subtle blush, and Khan cannot stop the corners of his mouth to curl up ever so slightly - even while he still recovers from that previous sneeze-attack, clearing his throat after, shifting a bit on his seat before he folds his lower arms on top of the kitchen island in front of him.

---Just so that he can get a bit more comfortable as his bright blue eyes keep taking in the sight of his guest rummaging around, handling the chicken without struggling too much, really... Khan still cannot believe the other truly brought a whole bird to his apartment and is currently getting it situated to cut it up into pieces.

"Well, you seem to have a plan, though - which is quite reassuring, if I may say so.", is the answer he gives after a moment of silence pass between them, with Khan allowing a bit of a breathy chuckle to leave him as his attention flicks back and forth between those fingers and that pair of dark brown doe-eyes that keep enticing him whenever he dares to gaze into them. It's probably a combination of everything that lures Khan in, really - the fact that this Tony-guy is so very persistent, knows what he wants and does what he takes to get it, as he had said himself before, and that he's very much that kind of guy who's pleasing to ice blue irises.

Attractive. Sporting quite a few features that Khan is very much fond of. Facial hair, dark eyes, a wide smile, a little bit of cockyness, self-confidence, something a little endearingly stupid without him really being that; Khan can tell that Tony is clever, certainly quite intelligent, a man who behaves in peculiar ways and yet it's deeply fascinating.

And when that man then leans toward him, speaks out his next words in an attempt to now fluster him in return - payback, perhaps - Khan doesn't even try too hard to keep his ground here, allows his smirk to get a little lopsided as it widens, accompanied by a glint inside his irises before they fall away, in the very same fashion as Tony's own had mere moments ago. Raven lashes meet a much lighter skintone, decorated by a bit of redness at certain spots from where the sickness is taking its toll; Around the eyes, the nose, the lips, the tissue being slightly irritated. Next to that, though, the tips of Khan's ears do take on a bit of a red hue as well ... just a hint - a smidge, even - but the color-change is there, and Khan huffs out an amused exhale as it happens.

"What if I told you that yes, I would indeed suffer through shitty soup just for you. Honoring all the effort of you raiding a whole supermarket, finding out my address, preparing everything from scratch..."

A blink follows, and Khan's bright blue eyes flick back up to meet Tony's once more. Flirty, perhaps.

"---I''m a gentleman, after all."

[mehrere-musen]

Fuck.

How had he gotten so lucky?

Literally, Khan had crashed into his life. Had came into his life and changed it for the better, for everything and Stephen couldn't have asked for someone else, anyone who wasn't Khan. Stephen could not imagine a life where Khan hadn't came into his life.

He didn't want to imagine it, because Khan was right here, right now.

His skin gained goosebumps from his husband's touch, from the sensation of those blunt nails grazing along his flesh.

"Fuck, baby..." Stephen breathed, pressing in a second slick digit and brushing them across that sweet spot deep inside him. "I want to fuck you. I want to make love to you, every single day, every moment...."

He pressed those digits in deeper, twisting them inside.

[respondedinkind]

When Stephen adds another fingers, allows them to slide deep - brushing over his sweet spot - Khan groans, the whole of his frame tensing momentarily. He bites his bottom lip, working hard to keep himself away from his climax, continuing to bury his mouth and nose inside those soft strands of graying hair instead as his blunt fingernails keep painting shapes into the sorcerer's naked back.

Fuck, this feels amazing - fuck, he is so close. He knows that the chances of him coming the second his husband enters him are exponentially high... but that's fine, he will just tell Stephen to go on, then.

Because Khan can - and wants - to take it.

"---I need you.", he breathes out, almost sounding a bit needy in nature as Khan starts to roll his hips again, his other hand now letting go of that hair as well to trail between them. Slender fingers curl around his partner's hard shaft, giving it a slow but very much deliberate stroke as Khan himself spreads his thighs a little further, guiding that hard erection between his legs, back to where Stephen is still fingering him.

He wants the sorcerer to replace his fingers with that delicious cock, wants to be stretched open by that wonderful pulsing girth, experience the sensation of being stuffed to the brim.

It has been too long, really...

"Fuck me."

[flowerytale]

Joan Didion, from The Year of Magical Thinking

[respondedinkind]