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Drabs, I know that you usually draw Fleur with slightly darker blonde hair than Narcissa. Was it a choice so that it’s easier to distinguish them from each other or was your Fleur maybe slightly influenced by the actress from the movie who had darker hair?

In the books Fleur didn’t seem to have much description other than having long silvery hair (waist length?) and having this glow around her. So like with Narcissa, what works have influenced your design of Fleur?

It’s fascinating sometimes to read the artist’s perspective and your previous reply to the anon about Narcissa has been very interesting.

Thank you!!! 🥺

I was actually pretty embarrassed over how enthusiastic I got over the whole hair thing, but I'm glad it made some sense at least 😂 And now that I've been given even more reason to talk about it... (Let's face it, I shouldn't even be allowed on this website to begin with, ya'll have been way too nice to me.)

Only click on keep reading if you want to read Some Nonsense.

I did consider Fleur's actress when I thought about her hair color. Though I pictured it to be something of a mix between movie Fleur and Elsa’s (from Frozen) hair. But the way I drew Fleur's hair, the way it falls across her shoulders, that was more of... well, I imagined Fleur to have effortlessly perfect hair, like she doesn't seem to need to style it so much because it's already whimsical as it is, what with her being part-Veela. There were a lot of fanfictions that helped me to sort of see a better image of Fleur in my head so really, I owe it to all the talented writers out there!

It's also the same with Narcissa's case. Though I decided to give her paler hair, compared to Fleur's, because I wanted to emphasize that air of vulnerability Narcissa has—this image she conjures, like she's this fragile thing made of glass, which typically in fanfiction is what Narcissa uses so that Voldemort would overlook her a lot, hence why she wasn't given any "missions" or "tasks" while Voldemort was in Malfoy Manor. Slytherin preservation. This "fragile" image was something Narcissa capitalized on and maintained perfectly, but in post-war Cissamione fanfictions, she no longer has to put on that façade—she starts living for herself, but the quiet sadness about her never really goes away.

I really did struggle at first, I had to find a way where I could draw them without confusing people and myself.

So, again, I sifted through a lot of canon and non canon material about these two characters which funnily enough made me see some kind of parallel going on between them. I know. Fleur Delacour and Narcissa Black. Parallels?! It's nuts. But again, this is only within Fleurmione and Cissamione fanfiction, and it really helped me to draw them better. (At least in a way that made them distinguishable from one other at first glance, I’d like to think.)

These 'hair scenes' are mostly the bits where Hermione "first" sees Fleur. Hermione is entranced, a little curious, sometimes she feels indifferent, but the general theme is Hermione immediately finds Fleur beautiful—which probably explains why Hermione in fanfiction sometimes thinks Narcissa could be part-Veela like Fleur. And as you can imagine, that's where my struggle began.

You'll see what I mean in a minute. And just like last time, remember that this part comes with spoilers.

🔹 In Fighting is our form of Flirting by InsomniacAndBi in Chapter 2 Hermione sees Fleur for the first time. This is the first Fleurmione fanfiction I've ever read, and also the first time I've encountered Fleur's character. Tall, bright blonde hair, won the genetic lottery, aristocratic features, face held in a scowl, floats into the room with effortless poise, immediately starts demanding things out of people... Sounds vaguely familiar, doesn't it. Like some other blonde we know.

"Non!" A voice from the doorway said. "This is not what was agreed."

For a moment, Hermione thought about ignoring it but turned to glance over there if only to quell her curiosity. A girl stepped into the room and Hermione's phone call was forgotten in a moment. She knew that it wasn't nice to stare but Hermione couldn't help but do it because, in all honesty, this was the prettiest girl she had ever seen. She was definitely taller than Hermione was, with bright blonde hair and...clearly she had won the genetic lottery.

Her skin practically glowed and it looked so smooth and soft. It made Hermione wonder if she used those fancy beautification charms or had a very lengthy skincare routine. Or maybe, just maybe, this is what being rich did to people's faces. There was no doubt in Hermione's mind that this girl was rich - like extremely rich, like even rich people thought she was rich. That kind of rich. That was the type of rich that this girl was.

Also, only super rich people curled up their lip like this girl was doing.

She breezed into the room like she was floating and Hermione hastily ended her phone call and promised to call back later.

"This is not what was agreed," The girl said again and Hermione felt incredibly small sitting in front of her. Not to mention, the girl's clothes screamed 'I'm rich and I know it' and Hermione's screamed 'I'm so out of place that I might as well be a bull in a China shop'.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Hermione managed to get out when it became apparent that the girl was waiting for her response.

"You are English." The girl looked shock for a moment at Hermione's accent before shaking her head angrily. "This is not what was agreed."

🔹 In Oath of Silver by i_shall_wear_midnight immediately in the first chapter, when Witcher Hermione first meets Fleur, it's something Hermione quickly notices. Vivid sapphire eyes. Silvery blonde hair that shimmered in the torchlight. And once again, right off the bat, Fleur is pushy. She wants things done her way. It’s just so cute how she doesn’t even let the fact that Hermione is a Witcher, an extremely dangerous outcast in society, get in the way of that.

(I'm sorry for this but I just have to gush about Oath of Silver. Hermione as a witcher is just so fitting for her character; she possesses that natural eye for detail that remarkable witchers have, witchers like Geralt and Vesimir (a skill that gets even more honed through the Witcher Trials). Hermione even has Geralt's dry sense of humor, a bit rough around the edges, brilliant, snippy without really meaning to (because she asks a lot of questions and would rather get to the point), but has a good heart.)

The witcher figured that would be the end of her human interactions for the evening, but only a few minutes later, the stunning newcomer from before appeared before her. Upon closer inspection, Hermione couldn’t imagine she wouldn’t be conspicuous in any group of people she happened to find herself immersed in. The woman was looking back at her with vivid sapphire eyes, and silvery blonde hair that shimmered even in torchlight. Her attire was travel-ready, but elegant.

“Bonsoir. You are a witcher, oui? Or perhaps a ‘witcheress’ is more accurate? I am not familiar with all the terms…” She watched the beautiful stranger patiently while she fumbled through Hermione’s professional title. As if the distinctive, amber colored cat-eyes hadn’t given her away, the brunette mused wryly. Eventually, the blonde gave up and sat herself down at Hermione’s table, her medallion twitching faintly as the stranger got settled. Hermione filed that away for later. Her new dinner buddy seemed to be oblivious to the curious and concerned looks now being thrown her way at boldly taking a seat at a mutant’s table.

“I came from Ellander,” she began in a non sequitur. “The temple, and spoke to the priestess Nenneke, who told me about you.” Hermione continued eating her second serving of stew and waited for her to get to the point. “I would like to hire you as an escort as I travel back to Toussaint.” The witcher finally put her spoon down.

“Sounds like you ought to be asking some mercenaries to be your bodyguards,” she responded, eyeing the bow the woman was carrying on her pack meaningfully.

“A pair seems doable, and I’d prefer you.”

“I’m not a bodyguard.”

“Yes, technically, I am aware,” she replied, beginning to show signs of impatience.

“Then why are you soliciting a monster-slayer?”

🔹 Witnessed here in Time and Blood by whistle.the.silver is probably the most interesting one because it uses the concept of Veela hair as a wand core brilliantly. Again, this comes with huge 🛑spoilers🛑. Read the italicized words at your own risk. I can't add the entire clip here, as the topic of Fleur's hair is littered throughout several other chapters. But this story shows us a Fleur who is willing to do anything in order to protect Hermione during the course of the war.

My memory is a bit foggy, I haven't read this story in months, but here's what I remember:

This takes place during the time of Shell Cottage, where Fleur is married to Bill and takes care of Hermione. Fleur didn't expect to fall in love with the young brunette and, as the Golden Trio's time in Shell Cottage comes to an end, she worries over Hermione's safety. Fleur, using magic only known to the Veela tribes, does her best to offer Hermione protection in any way that she can--even going as far as to study what Lily Potter did so Harry could live. At one point, Fleur cuts her own hair with a length now roughly above her shoulders to give Hermione a new wand. But this isn't the only bridge Fleur is willing to cross to make sure Hermione survives the incoming battle. Fleur's grandmother, Ron, and even Bill himself, is a little sceptic over the propriety of Fleur's actions, but Fleur is determined to do whatever it takes to make sure Hermione makes it out of the war safe and alive.

So that was a lot to wade through, I know.

But if you've skipped all those parts for the sake of missing spoilers then let me go ahead and explain why the parallel between Fleur and Narcissa are there. Sure, it's plain to see that they have similar physical characteristics, but they're also similar in other ways.

In Witnessed here in Time and Blood, Fleur is willing to do whatever it takes to protect Hermione during the war: sacrifice the secrets of the Veela, make Hermione a wand, make her marriage and friendship with Bill suffer, be scrutinized by her Veela tribe, etc. And didn't Narcissa do the exact same thing during the war to make sure Draco made it out alive? They both chose to 'betray' everyone else for the sake of this one person. Not to mention, in Extinction by rubikanon Narcissa even makes Hermione a wand. (I’m telling you, there are so many parallels between these two ships and I can probably list more but I'd rather not make this post longer.)

Here, I’m just going to go ahead and say it—it’s almost like Fleur and Narcissa in fanfiction have the same love language.

A glaringly obvious difference between them is their upbringing, and we could argue that this why Fleur tends to be more open with her emotions while Narcissa tends to be more carefully guarded with hers. And I don't know if writers realize these parallels but as someone who's a huge fan of both characters and as someone who makes the occasional fanart of them, it's a pretty difficult detail to ignore. This crazy conspiracy all started because I had to find a way to make both characters look distinct from one another... It's just so interesting that writers from two different ships unknowingly make these parallels with two completely separate characters who are often at the opposite ends of the seesaw.

But again, let's take a look at Extinction by rubikanon. (I know. Extinction?! AGAIN?! Always.)

Spoiler warning!

🔹 Extinction by rubikanon has a marvelous take on this, as it turns out Fleur and Narcissa are actually good friends, and if I remember correctly, occasionally exchange letters (I’m unsure about this bit, I might have read it in a different story). They just get along remarkably well; I imagine they both share a kind of mutual respect for each other, a quiet understanding for the way the other woman carries herself: poised, meticulous, they pride themselves in their work, they both know how to handle an Ocean Of Secrets™, they're both accustomed to being under the spotlight of the public eye, and they’re both dedicated to their loved ones. Needless to say, Fleur and Narcissa are both giddy over the prospect of being with someone they love and adore, and end up meticulously planning numerous (I think it was hinted) double dates (Fleur with Bill, and Narcissa with Hermione) with the same kind of endearing enthusiasm that leave Hermione and Bill with no choice but to agree to the whims of their respective lovers.

(Scene seen in Chapter 23: Build Up Your Defense 2 of 2)

Narcissa and (Hermione) I were sitting together on one of the couches when Bill and Fleur arrived later. They showered Teddy with kisses on his little cheeks. He'd gotten past his clingy phase and adored us all, struggling to walk around the room by bracing himself on everyone's knees.

Suddenly Narcissa reached up and grabbed onto someone's wrist behind her head. "Don't even think about it," she said.

"That's just scary. How did you know I was there?" George stood up from behind the couch, a toy spider dangling from his hand. Teddy shrieked with laughter.

"She has eyes in the back of her head," Draco said.

"Mothers," George grumbled, sitting down close to Angelina. "Dump her, Hermione. I need you to date someone more prankable."

Fleur looked in surprise at the two of us on the couch. "Oh, la vache! How did I not know zees? You are lovers?"

"We're dating," I said mildly, though we really were lovers. In every sense. I glanced at Narcissa and bit my lip as heat spread through me. My imagination started planning a middle-of-the-night rendezvous.

"No wonder she (Narcissa) was so adamant about healing that curse," Bill said thoughtfully.

"Adorable! Simply adorable!" Fleur exclaimed, sitting down on Narcissa's other side. "We must go out for a double date next week, all four of us. We'll dine at L'Escargot!"

Narcissa's eyes lit up.

"Oh, no," I said.

"You won't have to eat snails," Narcissa said. "Please, mon amour?"

"French doesn't work on me."

"Please?" She kissed my cheek again and again. "Please? Please?"

Laughing now, I pulled her in for a kiss on the lips and said, "Yes, alright. But only because I have fond memories of trying new foods with you."

"As do I," she agreed.

Then we realized everyone was staring. Narcissa cleared her throat and straightened up, blushing. Draco made a face. Ginny looked a little more favorable. Harry held in laughter, and Andromeda hid her camera.

"Adorable!" Fleur declared again.

🔹 Also, I just have to add Sugar and Spice by waltzlikeits1698 because Chapter 4: Happy Birthday, Harry is absolutely hysterical. During Harry's birthday party, Hermione sulks in a corner because Fleur has apparently been avoiding her. Ginny decides to do something barking mad, something Hermione typically falls for.

“Ooh, someone’s grouchy,” Ginny teased, retracting her arm and facing Hermione fully. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” Hermione insisted, although even she could hear the pout in her voice.

“Sure seems like it,” she snarked, summoning two shots and offering one to Hermione with a waggle of her eyebrows. Hermione pulled a face and Ginny shrugged before downing both, one after the other. (...) “You know, I spotted a tall, blonde drink of water hanging around the stairs.”

“What!?” Hermione exclaimed, whirling around and leaning out of the room to look at the staircase. Sure enough, standing at the bottom and resting a slender hand on the bannister was a tall, blonde witch who made Hermione’s heart stop with her mere presence. She had started forward before she knew it, her heart taking up an even quicker beat as she crossed the few steps and reached out a hand to clasp her elbow. The woman turned, that beautiful blonde hair catching the candlelight as it moved in one long sheet.

Hermione retracted her hand in horror, her eyes widening. “Mrs Malfoy!?”

Narcissa Malfoy raised an eyebrow at the witch who had practically accosted her. “Miss Granger. Can I help?”

What was she even doing here?

“Uh,” Hermione said dumbly, “sorry, I just… need the loo. Can I-?”

She gestured lamely to the staircase. Both women stared at the perfectly reasonable gap that Hermione could easily pass through. The moment stretched on.

Slowly, Narcissa returned her inscrutable gaze to Hermione, who squirmed uncomfortably in response. She then took a small step to the side and gestured for Hermione to pass. She did so and, as she turned the corner of the staircase, sent a deadly glare at Ginny, who was practically pissing herself with laughter.

(...)

Fleur had arrived. Hermione couldn’t explain exactly how she could tell, considering she had been in the duplicated bathroom for the last ten minutes after humiliating herself in front of Narcissa, but she knew it like she knew that it was levi-O-sa.

(...) (Hermione) She tried to avoid eye contact with Narcissa on the way back down and was thoroughly unsuccessful: the witch had physically reached out and laid her own hand over Hermione’s on the bannister, forcing her to stop and look up. Then, with an intention behind her eyes that Hermione had neither the brain capacity nor the energy to delve into, she said “It’s Ms Black now.”

Then she had released Hermione’s hand and turned back to her conversation with Andromeda and two wizards Hermione didn’t recognise.

Come to think of it, there were a lot of people Hermione didn’t recognise.

Anyway, long story short, this is the result of reading both Fleurmione and Cissamione—

But RIGHT. At the end of the day, again, these are just some crazy little things I picked up on and I may or may not be right, no one has to agree with me, everyone can disagree with me. Actually, yes feel free to disagree with me. I need to get out of this damn site and you know, touch grass.

Okay. Well. I'm gonna stop here now. So. Bye. But thank you anon for this lovely ask!! I’m really touched that you wanted to know what inspired the way I drew Fleur 🥺💕💖 But still. So sorry for this massive word vomit!! 😂

#fleurmione #cissamione #fleur delacour #narcissa black #narcissa malfoy #hermione granger #stupid rants #drabstuff #yall im telling you im the mad scientist but remove all the science

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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Sharing Is Caring ~ LF, BC [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT: 2.8K

GENRE: Smut, Hybrid AU, Threesome,

PAIRING: Hybrid!Cat Felix x Hybrid!Cat Reader x Hybrid!Wolf Chan

WARNINGS: Sexually explicit, pet names, hybrid smut, oral M receiving and F receiving, unprotected sex.

A/N: I’m not an expert on writing threesomes or Hybrid AU’s but I hope this came out okay for you my lovely 🌆 anon

Chan's eyes followed you as you walked towards the kitchen of the dorms, he was so quiet that you had no idea he was even home. You thought you and Felix had the dorms to yourself while the boys all went away for their break. Chan was supposed to have gone to Changbin's but decided to stay back instead, something inside of him yarned to stay home and now he knew what it was. He'd have missed the perfect opportunity to watch you walked around the apartment practically naked, your long black fluffy tail behind you as you walked to get some water.

"Babe-" Felix stopped himself from talking when he saw Chan watching you, he'd known for a while that Chan had a small crush on you but he thought nothing of it. He'd been opposed to sharing you but Felix had, had a dream a couple of nights ago about all three of you together. It had turned him on so much he couldn't get back to sleep and woke you up just to fuck the dreams away but now that you were standing there in front of them both it almost made it feel like it was supposed to happen,

"Lix what- Oh! Chan! Sorry, I thought- I thought we were alone," You stammered ou,t putting the cup back into the sink as you tried to pull the shirt down, it wasn't like you were displaying anything but you were suddenly shy in front of the wolf hybrid.

"It's okay I was enjoying the view actually," Your ears turned as you got shy in front of him you casually walked over to Felix not wanting Chan's words to affect you too much. There was no denying that he was incredibly handsome and sweet and you had thought about him once or twice, but you were loyal to Felix.

"What's the matter kitten? Did Chan's words make you feel good?" Felix's hand ran down your spine until he came into contact with your ass giving it a squeeze as you let out a yelp of surprise.

"W-What are you doing?" You whimpered as you looked at Felix, he reached out to run his hand through your hair he'd always loved how soft it was, matched the feel of your tail perfectly.

"Well I've always wondered what it would be like to share you and I know Chan's been thinking of that too," Your eyes widened as you looked at Chan, he was sitting back in the chair closing his laptop. He wasn't going to lie, he found you extremely attractive and there had been more than one occasion when he'd heard you and Lix and imagined what it would be like if he was involved somehow.

"Share me? How?" Your thighs squeezed together as you got excited at the thought the action didn't go unmissed by Chan who smirked at Felix,

"I think she likes this Felix, I can already smell her arousal just dripping from her," Within seconds they were by your side and your back was against the wall, your head spinning to look at both of them as they inched closer. Their breaths on each side of your neck until they finally laid gentle kisses on the exposed skin,

"What do you say, Kitten? Do you want to play?" Felix questioned softly biting down on your ear as he whispered into it, your head began to frantically nod before you even had a chance to think it through. All you knew was that you wanted both of them, touching you, kissing you or the other way around. You just wanted them.

"Nice and easy kitten, we won't do anything you're not comfortable with." Chan took onto the nickname Felix had for you really well.

"Strip," You licked your lips as the demand came from Felix who was normally quite reserved when it came to the bedroom but tonight something came over him.

"O-okay, but you too." You stuttered out looking down at your outfit, you didn't have much to strip out of except for the black lace panties and the shirt you'd stolen from Felix. Chan smirked at you,

"Alright Kitten," He slowly began to pull the black hoodie up from his stomach revealing his abs that you'd seen at a glance before but that were now on full display for you to view.

"You have a little droll baby," Felix grumbled trying not to get jealous since this was his idea in the first place, you felt heat rush through your body as you began to slowly lift the baggy shirt from your body letting it drop to the floor.

As you went to reach for your panties the boys stopped you, Felix turned you around to slap and grab onto your ass. It was one of his favourite things about you,

"So sexy," You whimpered as he squeezed a little harder and then Chan's hand came into contact with your other ass cheek, slapping and grabbing onto the skin roughly chuckling as you let out a whine.

"So cute when she whines like this Felix, I don't know how you keep in control of yourself," He whispered kissing down your neck as you rolled your head back to look at Felix who was licking his lips at the sight of you,

"I don't know how I do either Channie," You shakily ran your hand down their bare stomachs before you began palming them through the shorts they were wearing, both of them rock hard making your mouth water at the thought of them. You sank down onto the floor turning to face their crotches and looked up at them.

"Does baby want a taste?" You nodded silently taking your hands up to the button of Felix's shorts, you began to unbutton them while Chan watched eagerly waiting to see what you could do.

"I-I want you both," You whispered palming Felix through his boxers with one hand while your other fumbled with the button to Chan's shorts, he smirked helping you out.

They both stripped out of their boxers leaving you to kneel in front of them, your core growing wetter from the sight of both of their members in front of you. You reached out to stroke Chan while you took Felix into your mouth, you wanted to work your way up to Chan since he was a little larger than Felix, not in length but in girth. Your eyes locked with Felix as you began to slowly swirl your tongue around his tip. Licking slowly along his slit to suck up his precum while you pumped Chan in your hand, occasionally switching eye contact with them both as you sucked Felix off.

"F-Feels so warm kitten," At the nickname, you began to take more of him into your mouth taking him until he hit the back of your throat and then you slowly began to bob your head up and down making sure you took him all the way to the back of your throat so he could feel it.

"Shit Y/n," He moaned out rolling his head back and bucking his hips so he could hit you in the back of the throat again. You hummed around him to create some vibrations around his cock and he grunted, you pulled off swirling your tongue around his tip before switching over to Chan. There was a string of drool dripping down your chin which made Chan moan at the sight off. Your hand was on Felix continuing to pump him while you spat onto Chan's cock, pumping him slowly as you placed your lips around his tip. Licking the tip and swirling your tongue around it before sucking softly making him whine out.

"D-Don't tease me, angel," Chan growled looking down at you as you smirked around him licking from base to tip before you finally took him into your mouth repeating the same thing you had done to Felix while holding eye contact with him. Chan's hands worked their way into your hair forcing you down further onto him not wanting you to stop. You felt so much better than he'd ever been able to imagine,

"H-Holy fuck," He groaned as you held onto his thigh taking him further into your mouth, his cock filling your throat. As soon as he twitched you pulled off and smiled up at both of them.

"Bed," Felix ordered making you get up on your feet and go over to the double bed in Chan's room, Chan pushed you to lay down and then dragged you to the edge of the bed.

"Panties are still in the way," Felix hissed ripping the black underwear from your body promising to buy you another pair sometime.

"Look how wet you are for us," Chan cooed running his index finger through your folds as you spread your legs for them, not wanting to shy them away. You were needy for them to finally touch you,

"So eager to spread your legs," Felix chuckled sinking to the spot in front of you on the floor as he began to attached his lips around your clit making you moan out.

"L-Lix," You breathed out as you finally felt some friction you'd been dying for since they first mentioned this in the kitchen,

"I want a taste too, Felix? Do you mind?" Felix moved his lips away from your clit and he began to pump two fingers in and out of you.

"Lix-" Your moan of Felix's name was cut off as Chan's lips were wrapped around your clit, sucking and licking on your clit as Felix pumped his fingers in and out of you hitting the right spot. Your legs shook as he continued to thrust his fingers knuckles deep inside of you,

"Taste so fucking good, kitten," Chan mumbled against your clit, the vibrations from his voice making you shake as you looked down at him. Your hands shakily reached out to take his hair into your hands, pushing him closer to your clit trying to reach your orgasm faster.

"Chan! Felix!" You cried out feeling yourself draw closer with every pump of Felix's fingers and lick of Chan's tongue, it was like a thirsty puppy getting a drink of water for the first time.

"G-Gonna-" You couldn't even finish the words as your hips bucked up against Chan's tongue and Felix's fingers continued to get faster.

"Fuck! I'm cum-" You were cut off as you let out an intense moan of their names, Felix's tongue replaced his fingers as he continued to eat you out.

"F-Fuck," You whimpered as you came down from your high, Felix pulled away from you wiping his lips and smirking.

"You alright, kitten?" Felix questioned when he saw your legs shaking a little,

"I'm okay," You panted sitting up on the bed and looking at them, you had no idea how this was going to work and they could tell how nervous you were about it now.

"On all fours angel," You followed Felix's words and turned over so your ass was in the air for them,

"I'll let Chan-Hyung fuck you this once, and only once." He said in a warning tone but you knew the warning wasn't for you, you whined as Chan's fingers began to run along your folds.

"Still soaking wet for us angel?" You nodded weakly looking at Felix as he came around to the front of you, his cock still just as hard as before,

"W-Want you both to finish in my mouth," You wanted to tell them before you got so stuffed full of cock you wouldn't be able to talk.

"Fuck you smell amazing," Chan groaned running his cock along the entrance of your core making you whimper and look back at him.

"Want your cock, please." You begged him looking into his eyes as he slowly eased into you stretching you out as you moaned out his name.

"O-Oh shit," He moaned out slowly started to push in and out of you so he could ease it into you, you whimpered each time he reached your hilt. You could feel yourself stretching around his length,

"I feel a little left out here, kitten," Felix mumbled tapping your bottom lip with the head of his cock, you giggled spitting onto it and licking the lip. With every slowly thrust you slowly took Felix into your mouth, mimicking the way Chan would move on you.

"F-Faster Hyung, she's copying you." Felix hissed looking at you as he put his hands into your hair holding onto it tightly so he could have more control on you.

"Oh is baby being a copy cat?" Chan asked cockily as he began to snap in and out of you causing you to moan around Felix's length.

"Fuck!" Felix moaned out as you vibrated around him, pulling off to suck on the tip, swirling your tongue while you pumped the rest of him.

"Chan- Chan," You stuttered out as he continued to thrust in and out of you, grunting as he held onto your hips pulling you back roughly as he slammed in and out of you. A whimper left your mouth as you took Felix back into your mouth, sucking him just as quickly as Chan was fucking you.

"You're so fucking tight! I've heard you fucking almost five times a day, how are you so fucking tight?!" He moaned out as he continued to push in and out of you, grinding down into you as you tried to keep your focus on Felix.

"Y/n," Felix breathed out as you continued to bob your head around him, massaging his balls as you stared up at him through your eyelashes.

"Look at you giving me that innocent look, you love being fucked by Chan huh?" You nodded around him and he smirked, holding onto your head as he began to thrust into the back of your throat fucking your face while Chan fucked your cunt.

"F-Fuck!" You moaned as Felix pulled out of you for a second only to fill your mouth back up the next second,

"She's getting close, I can feel her clenching and pulsating around my cock, fuck." Chan groaned looking down at you as you continued to suck on Felix's cock.

"You wanna cum?" Felix questioned pulling out of you continuing to pump himself so you could answer,

"P-Please, I'm close." You hungrily took Felix back into your mouth and Chan's thrusts continued, reaching his hand down between your legs to rub circles on your clit sending you over the edge.

"Cum for us," He growled, you whimpered taking Felix from your mouth as you moaned out their names,

"Tell us how good you feel," Felix chuckled watching as you got close to your orgasm,

"F-Fuck I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" You cried out so loud, your orgasm ripped through your body as Chan continued fucking you through your orgasm. Pulling out of you when he felt your body relax.

"On the floor," You slid off the bed in and instantly knelt in front of Chan while Felix made his way over to you. You took them both into your hands and began pumping them, switching between the two with your tongue.

"Cum for me," You whimpered looking between them as they looked down at you,

"Ugh fuck," Felix grumbled holding onto one side of your head while Chan held onto the other one, cumming onto your tongue as you held your mouth open for them, swallowing everything you could.

"Mmm," You hummed reaching your hand up to your face to remove some of their cum from it and suck your fingers clean. The boys were panting heavily as they watched you do so both of them moaning,

"C-Can I have a tissue?" You giggled as they both scrambled to find some in Chan's room before coming back over to you and helping you clean up your face.

You were laid between them in the double bed, both of them with one arm over your stomach as you laid there happily.

"There's one thing I know for sure," Felix whispered as he saw you getting sleepy,

"Hmm?" You hummed not having the energy to give him real words just yet,

"What's that?" Chan hummed wanting to know what Felix was thinking,

"I don't want that to be the last time we do something like that," You giggled kissing him softly,

"M-Me neither," Both of you looked to Chan to see what he was thinking and he had a giant smile across his face,

"Then it won't be," He whispered leaning down to kiss both you and Felix on the forehead before telling you both to get to sleep for the night and for the first time in a while he thought he just sleep great for the first time in a while.

Tagline: @peachyhan @taestannie @jooniesdarlingdimples

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stackthedeck · 2 years

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i wasn’t the anon who sent the clint/matt ask but i love your HCs for them, please use this to add more if you want!!

Welcome back everyone to my Matt/Clint brainrot, I just think they're cute and I'm all for ships that are just some guy x some guy

Matt makes Clint start taking better care of himself, but like completely by accident (It's Matt Motherfucking Murdock, this man is not an expert on self-care). Clint has gotten scurvy three times in his life, once because shit happens when you grow up in the circus, the second was nutrition isn't always available when you're a superspy deep undercover, and the third time was he's just like that. Matt comes over to Clint's apartment and is like "I can name every preservative and chemical you've put in your body in the last week, if you ever want me to kiss you again, you will eat a goddamn vegetable."

but like if Clint is going to be cutting junk food and eating fruits and vegetables and sure he feels better and has more energy but it's the principle he's going to force Matt to improve himself too. Thus the brooding jar is born. Anytime Clint catches Matt sitting on top of a building doing some angsty nonsense, isolating himself, keeping secrets to "protect others" Matt's gotta put a twenty in the jar. After the jar is full they go on a date, Matt picks the restaurant and they go to some fancy organic place and Clint removes the brooding jar because that is a step too far. But the principle sticks around and Matt gets better about actually talking about his problems.

They're both very touchy people. Even when they're not talking through tactile sign language, Matt just likes to have Clint's hand in his. Matt likes just holding him, knowing he's there without having to listen for a heartbeat. Clint likes that Matt makes him feel wanted and important. There's always someone to hug him after a mission when he just needs to decompress, always someone to pop his shoulder back into place. They're both pretty isolated just because of superhero shit, so there's something so special about having someone that gets that and wants to keep them around, wants to have their presence known.

one time in the middle of a fight, Matt needed an arrow, and Clint without thinking fired it instead of throwing it like a normal person and Matt fucking caught it. They're both too busy in the middle of the battle to freak out about it, but afterward, they're just like holy fucking shit that was the coolest thing ever!! Thus the new date night activity is born of Clint firing arrows at Matt while Matt tries to catch them with his ninja skills. They never manage to do it again. It is their white whale. Foggy finds out about it and nearly has a stroke.

I'm highkey stealing this from Matt and Echo in the comics, but they watch movies together. Clint signs the visuals into Matt's hand, but here's the thing, Clint is absolutely making everything up. They're watching Alien and Clint is describing a romantic kiss. Clint turns off his hearing aids and Matt signs what the people are saying to him. He is also absolutely bullshitting everything. This leads to them "yes and-ing" each other with the stupidest story while a movie plays in the background.

Matt is not a dog person. He loves Lucky but that dog stinks and it is hell on his senses but also his fur is so soft. Clint hates cats and he resents that Matt is a cat person, but they can stop in the middle of patrol to pet every feral cat they find. Matt gets a black cat that he also calls Lucky because he thinks he's funny he's not. Clint and Kate call it different demon names because that cat is evil and also Matt should have committed to the hell theme

Matt and Clint are both incredibly skilled fighters, but they don't have any special powers, defense, or healing ability and this has led to them being treated as fragile by their teams. This mixed with ableism frustrates both of them to no end. After a mission where the other heroes were just trying to help, but they got pulled away from the fight one too many times, they got to Fogwell's gym and absolutely fucking wail on each other. They know their limits and there's something so right about taking a punch and being able to throw one back without someone worrying about them.

#asks #the character limit strikes again #i'm serious there's got to be a way to get rid of this #maybe it's the bullet points?#but like I think they'd be a great couple #they're just two normal dudes that have to keep up with literal gods #they deserve to have normal small lives #i just love street level heroes with street level problems #saving the world stories are too high stakes for me

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hi!! i wonder if i could request a one shot angst with saeyoung. so mc have a huge anxiety and she always closed up everything even after she's with saeyoung. one day when saeyoung snapped at her out of stress, she end up missing for like around two weeks without any traces even saeran cant help saeyoung to find her

after searching for the whole times they end up finding out that mc got in accident and still in the hospital because her injuries was so bad and actually someone from rfa (u can choose who) try to hide this from saeyoung because mc told them everything

i know its quite hard im sorry 😭

ohohohoho anon you give me too much power for requesting an angsty prompt. i hope you enjoy, thank you so much for this request! I will have to split it into quite a few parts because otherwise...it’ll be much too long haha ^^;; - luna xx

p.s. sorry requests are taking so long!! the holidays have been insane, but i promise after christmas and new years i’ll go back to posting regularly!

warnings: graphic depictions of major injuries, mentions of hospitals, and mentions of mental illness.

word count: 1.9k

(pt. 2) (pt. 3) (pt. 4)

Hard Regrets (Pt. 1) - 707 x MC

Her nimble fingers switched on the heater as a cold chill ran through the house, hands reaching up to the small blanket she’d thrown over her shoulders. The soft patters of rain thumped against the roof of the apartment, the only sound competing with the rain being the soft clicks coming from Saeyoung’s computer and the flicker of paper as Saeran read through one of his many books.

She smiled fondly as Saeran’s eyes danced across each page, filling his mind with the story as he burrowed deeper into the couch. That smile faded as her eyes slowly switched to his brother, her boyfriend, the man hunched roughly over his desk as he typed furiously. Empty cans of soda and crinkled bags of honey buddha chips littered both his desk and his floor, causing her to sigh as she walked over to help clean up.

This project had ended up being one of his longer ones, tomorrow making it about two months since he was assigned the task by Jumin. She was used to seeing Jumin overwork Jaehee, but now that it was affecting Saeyoung the way it was...it made her anxious. Of course his exhaustion worried her, but he became much more irritable when he became fixated on an important project.

Within the past month he’d grown incredibly distant so that he wouldn’t have any sort of distractions, and that meant that she didn’t get to spend time with him as often as she wanted to. The last time she’d reached out to him he had glared at her, telling her that while yes, he loves you, he needed to finish this project.

“No distractions, MC.” She whispered softly under her breath, a reminder he himself had given her the last time she interrupted. All she’d wanted from him was a hug. She slowly approached, bare feet softly tapping against the wooden floors as she made her way over. She was a couple of feet away from him, stopping as she hesitated. Maybe coming up with some sort of excuse would help guide him away from his computer? It wouldn’t be seen as a distraction since it wasn’t selfish; more like a welfare check?

“Are you boys up for some tea?” Saeyoung didn’t move an inch, mumbling a rough no as he continued to type and click across the screen. She visibly deflated, the bags under her eyes from lack of sleep growing heavier from his rejection. He hadn’t even been sleeping in their bed lately; he would sleep right there, on that god damned desk of his. She was snapped out of her rejection at the sound of the couch cushions moving; Saeran gave a small smile as he book marked his page, placing the book on the coffee table as he stood.

“I would love some, MC. In fact, I’ll help you make it. Come on...” The soft tone of his voice was a nice contrast in comparison to the rough rudeness of Saeyoung, the weight on her chest slightly lifting as she walked with him into the kitchen. Saeran grabbed the tea leaves while MC weakly grabbed three glass mugs; despite Saeyoung saying he didn’t want any. She readied the kettle, pressing the on button and watching as the blue light illuminated the dim kitchen and the water slowly started to come to a boil.

“MC...I’m sorry that Saeyoung is...the way he is.” The sudden apology from Saeran made her eyes widen as she turned to look at him, parts of her long hair falling into her face as she cleared her throat.

“What? Oh, no I mean...I guess...” She tried to think of an excuse for him, tried to come up with reasons on why it didn’t bother her that he got so invested that he not only forgot about her and Saeran, but forgot to take care of himself. Her eyes grew hot with tears for a split second as she shook her head.

“I just, I don’t know what to do. I can’t be honest with him about anything, because the last time I tried he...” She started to visibly shake, the only thing keeping her together being the sudden tap of the kettle signaling the water was ready. When she’d interrupted him before he almost flipped the chair because he was so angry; her distraction had caused him to mistype due to ruining his focus; according to him.

The only people who knew how he was making her feel was Saeran and Zen; the thought of the two men’s kindness towards her when Saeyoung was the way he was when he was writing made a soft smile grace her exhausted face once again. Though she hated to admit it, sometimes she wondered why she had not moved on to either Saeran or Zen. Both men would treat her the way she deserved, and she knew that, really she did.

But Saeyoung...she just loved him so much.

The way he was when they first met; how he had tried so hard to push her away and he just couldn’t. Because he didn’t want to. She didn’t want him to either, and she stayed because she knew that he loved her. Something in him changed, she can’t really remember when it happened; it just did. When he got a new project it was like MC didn’t exist; and he acted like he didn’t treat her that way when it was finished. No matter how much she hated it, no matter how much it made her cry; she just couldn’t leave.

All because she loved him.

“MC...? Should we take these to the couch? Maybe I can read you a couple of chapters?” She was snapped back to attention by Saeran, giving a slight nod as he took two mugs and she carried the last one. The sweet smell of honey and chamomile filled her nose as she slowly walked over to Saeyoung’s desk, his body still in the same position she had left him.

“Saeyoung...” Her voice was soft as she tried not to startle him, her anxiety slowly building with the tension as Saeran noticed what she was doing.

“Wait, MC; maybe we should just leave the tea over here?” She paused furrowing her brows as she tilted her head and slightly turned towards him.

“Then how is he supposed to know we at least made him a cup?”

“MC—” She turned back around to continue walking when her foot caught on one of the empty cans, causing her to lose her balance as she let out a gasp.

“MC!” She tried to redirect the cup as it flew out of her hands, the hot tea splattering all over Saeyoung’s desk and computer. Her heart sank in her stomach as Saeran was instantly at her side, Saeyoung leaping from the hot temperature and the sparks that flew around his desktop as he yelled.

“Are you...are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me?!” His voice boomed throughout the apartment as he turned towards her, golden eyes filled with rage as he loomed over her. He was so angry that he hadn’t realized her hand was red from being burned; she’d managed to get most of the tea spilt on her in an attempt to salvage his tea.

“Oh, MC...oh God you’re burned; we need to get you to a hospital.” Saeran helped her up but Saeyoung was quick to push them apart, getting in her face as he pointed at his desktop.

“Do you know how long it took me to figure that out, MC?! You’re so fucking lucky that I had a back up running at the same time because I swear to God...” His voice was low, teeth clenched and nose scrunched as he angrily glared at her. Saeran grabbed him by the hood, yanking him away from MC as she shook from his outburst. He has never physically grabbed her and yelled at her the way he just did.

She watched as the two brothers went head to head, noses almost touching as they screamed back and forth. It became too much for her as she got up, trying not to catch their attention as she slid on her shoes and slowly opened the door. The rain had started to come down harder, the wind howling as her loose bun instantly came undone and wildly blew her hair around her face.

She almost, almost second guessed her decision until the sound of glass breaking caught her attention, the mug of tea that was supposed to be hers now smashed in pieces by one of the walls. Saeyoung’s chest was heaving while Saeran got up from a squatted position; almost as if he’d dodged whatever Saeyoung threw.

Those pieces mirrored her heart; that mug was one that Saeyoung had bought her when they had first started going out. A picture of a cat had been printed on it, the cat making a winking face as the phrase I meow you! cradled the toon cat. It was one of her many prized possessions, and he had smashed it like it meant nothing to him.

That finalized her decision.

“What, Saeran? Stay out of this!”

“Are you so damn selfish that you haven’t realized that your girlfriend has burned half of her body to try and save your desktop? We need to get her to a hospital! Now!” He quickly turned to where she was squatting down by the wall, pausing when he realized that she wasn’t there anymore.

“MC...?” Saeran’s brows furrowed as he walked down the hall, leaving Saeyoung to cool off as he looked back towards his computer. The monitor screens were black as the tea slowly seeped into his keyboard and monitors. The more anger that left his body the more he’d realized what he’d done, his body slowly going into shock as he stared at the broken mug on the ground. The pink heart was in pieces, the larger part covered in brown tea as Saeran’s voice slowly became white noise in the background.

What had he done?

This entire time he’d been an absolute shit to his girlfriend; the one person who had supported him from day one. He slowly shuffled over to the broken pieces, socks growing wet from the spilled tea as he picked up the pieces.

“What have I done...?”

“Saeyoung! Saeyoung she’s gone!” He slowly blinked, not even bothering to adjust his glasses and messy red hair in tussles as he put down the glass and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“What?”

“She’s gone! Her phone is on the coffee table, and she didn’t take her bag! Saeyoung we have to find her; there’s a storm outside and she’s by herself!” Saeran was rushing to put on his coat and grab an umbrella, his boots clunking against the floors as he grabbed Saeyoung’s shoulders.

“Saeyoung, if you love her, you need to get off your ass now and help me find her. Now!” He slapped his dumbfounded brother, forcing him on to his feet and throwing a coat at him as he grabbed one of the many car keys hanging from the key shelf. Reality sank in as he threw on his sneakers, grabbing a beanie from the coat rack and tossing it on. He felt his stomach churn as his hand brushed against her coat and scarf, grabbing the scarf she always wore and wrapping it around his neck.

We have to find her, we have to find her.

I have to find her.

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tiny-stack-of-knights · 4 years

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AH SO I FINALLY FINISHED AN OFFICIAL REF FOR MY META KNIGHT GIJINKA AND? Not gonna lie I’m pretty happy with his design and stuff (:

I HAVE. SO MANY NOTES

So uh feel free to read them below the cut 😳

warning it’s a LOT

OKAY HERE WE GO

for starters, these are specific to my gijinka, buuuuut most of them also fit my general interpretation of him

- Meta Knight is not his actual name. It’s just the title he gave himself to sound cool.

- As such, he’s not technically a knight, just in spirit. A meta knight, if you will (:

- He takes his image very seriously. It used to be so bad that he would take literally everything seriously, and had a reputation for sucking all of the life and fun out of everything and anything. But, he’s softened up a lot since he came to dreamland. He’s actually a pretty fun guy nowadays (and maybe just a little chaotic, or, rather, enthusiastic when excited...)

- Because of his once dreadfully serious nature, his face is stone cold and “dead eyed”. Once he broke himself of his old habits and lightened up, he became humiliated by how stone faced he is, and it’s one of the many reasons he wears his mask.

- Speaking of his mask! He is sensitive to light, and his mask helps tone it down for him. He can go without it, but if he’s in a well lit area for awhile, he will start to get a migraine.

- As such, he has pretty good night vision.

- Yes...he is very bat like. That’s for a reason! My hc for my puffball gijinkas is that they have a lot of traits similar to their wing type. For instance, since Galacta has bird wings, they have some bird like features like sharp vision, soft feathers strewn about their hair, and squawking when startled.

- Yes, this implies that Meta makes cute bat-like trills and squeaks......(he also purrs. puffs purr, because they are basically just round cats)

- He is very kind and caring beneath his persona, which has become more and more evident. He is also incredibly protective of those close to him. He secretly worries he will lose them, and as such, he does everything to keep them around.

- Despite his agility, he can be quite clumsy at times. This has led to some...embarrassing injuries.

- He’s tiny! 5’0 with heels and 4’10 without them, but since he almost always wears them, he will tell people he is around 5’0 (but almost 5’1!)

- As a knight of sorts, he has a strong sense of chivalry (which is basically canon). It is hard for him to accept any sort of kindness, since he feels he owes something in return. He always makes sure to express his gratitude however he can.

- However, he is really bad at emotions and expressing himself. He suppressed most of them early on when he was painfully serious, and as he’s lightened up, he’s had to deal with actual emotions.

- He uses art and poetry to cope with this and express his emotions. He never lets anyone see it though.

- He also draws cute things. He loves cute things, but is still hesitant to let others know this, as he worries it will

- a) damage his reputation and

- b) confirm to him he is, very much, a rather cute little puffball

- There are many (often very specific) things he is fascinated by, and can talk on for hours on end. However, his more personal and less “serious” interests he rarely talks about to anyone he isn’t close with, and if they’re brought up in public, he often gets very flustered. (yes, he’s shy but he’ll never call it that)

- He loves sweets and has a passion for baking. He’s quite good at it, but not at cooking actual meals.

- Despite Kirby (and the meta-knights) thinking of him as their dad, he is absolutely horrid with children. Does not know how to deal with them. He gets very flustered (and often frustrated) if he ever has to watch them. Since he doesn’t really know how to deal with them, he kinda just treats them as he would anyone else. Because of his caring and protective nature, many still consider him dad-like.

- Oh yeah, Kirby is the exception to this since he is (usually) such a wonderful little dude. If left alone with the other puff, he can act like a semi-competent father. It is very rare that this actually happens though.

Okay, time for some darker headcanons, including a lot of post Mecha Knight stuff (‘:

Oh yeah I have a Mecha Knight gijinka too 😳

-He suffers from depression. This was one of the main reasons he used to be so dreadfully serious, and why he’s so used to suppressing his emotions. He used to use his knightly persona as a not-very-healthy way of coping.

-As a bit of a lighter note, after many years of care and support from his friends, he’s seriously lightened up.

-However, he still has days when it surfaces, and it often takes the whole day to get him back to a more functional state. Yes, even Meta Knight has to take mental health days sometimes (:

-He has a serious issue with abandonment. He worries nobody could actually care about him, and frets constantly that he will lose the people close to him. This stems back to when he got his wings, as many saw them as “demonic” and as a “bad omen”

-Because of this, he has a really low self esteem, which, again, is why he used to live through his knight persona primarily, and was so ashamed of his actual self.

-The Mecha Knight incident left him with serious mental scars, giving him minor ptsd through nightmares and panic attacks when strongly reminded of the incident.

-It also left him with a robotic eye and arm.

-During his fight with Haltmann Works, his non-gauntlet arm was severely injured. Instead of just trying to fix it, Susie gave him a shiny new robot arm. It was originally Haltmann red and black, but he repainted it and, with some help from his crew, slightly modified it to more of his style.

-He also had an eye replaced in order to be compatible with the “eye” that swerves around the mask. He’s been too scared to try rewiring or recoloring it.

-The Mecha Knight incident really set him back from all the progress he made.

-During the first few months post Mecha Knight, he hid himself, only showing up when needed. He became paranoid of him hurting his friends without knowing it, which furthered his isolation.

-Much like how he managed to learn to cope better with his depression, it took him a lot of time and help to get him back to where he used to be.

-And, to end this little segment on a happier note, as of the time of Kirby Fighters 2, he’s much happier than he’s ever been. He’s made a lot of progress, is much more open with others, and much more accepting of his soft side (:

I could honestly go on and on, I have SO MANY notes that haven’t made it into this post, including his backstory, his relationship with the other characters, and a few other miscellaneous details (I even gave him a more...normal name that he never uses cause its cute and why not). If anyone’s ever interested in more though, feel free to ask me, I do have anon ask on after all, and boy do I have a lot to say (:

God, maybe I put a little too much thought and psychoanalysis (and maybe just maybe a liittllleee too much projection) into my interpretations but? hey, I had fun with it

If you actually read all of this bullshit, holy shit thank you and I hope you had fun too (:

#meta knight #gijinka #meta knight gijinka #my art #whollleeeee lotta notes #a whole heaping ton #hey what can I say he means a lot to me and I have a lot to say (:#might do refs like this for galacta and morpho and some point 😳#also low key been workin on other gijinkas :0 #also aLSO #sorry for the lack of art lately this took wayyyyy longer than it should have hgfegsjak

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floralseokjin · 4 years

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The Zoom Halloween Party

⇢ and beyond timeline (after crystallised)

[saga index] [drabble index]

kim seokjin x reader // slice of life, humour // 2,556 words

a/n; thank you to all the anons who gave me ideas for this halloween drabble, it wouldn’t exist without you!

“I have to say your costumes are pretty lame this year, you guys.”

“We’re having a Halloween party over fucking zoom, forgive us for not going all out.”

Seokjin bit straight away, unable to help it. He and Namjoon were like cat and mouse at all times, but even you had to admit to being offended by your friend’s dismissal.

Halloween was finally here, and while you couldn’t celebrate in person together, the marvels of technology were letting you celebrate virtually – although this was more like a Halloween hang out than a Halloween party.

“I’m just saying,” Namjoon shrugged. “Hoseok went all out for his.”

You looked over at Hoseok’s screen, watching him smile smugly. You had to admit he made a great Joker, but it was also the year 2020... He and his girlfriend, Nora were like two years behind with the whole Joker and Harley Quinn gimmick, it was old now.

Seokjin rolled his eyes, willing to argue black and blue. “It’s only good because his mom helped him with the makeup.”

“Oh shut up, you’re just jealous because me and Hoseok will win best dressed tonight!” Nora scoffed under Hoseok in her own little screen.

Pouting like a baby, your boyfriend crossed his arms. “I’m not voting for you.”

“If anything, I should win. I make a mighty fine Batman.”

Attention back on Namjoon now, you all had to agree. But maybe that was because everyone was feeling sorry for him tonight. He was after all, the only single one amongst you. There was Jin and you, Lina and Jimin, Hoseok and Nora, and even though Sandeul was on his own tonight, he had Jess, who was working the night shift tonight. Two months ago there had also been Namjoon and Hana, but not anymore... Let’s just say Namjoon wasn’t having the best of time lately... Getting dumped during a pandemic wasn’t ideal. So he’d paired with Hobi and Nora tonight in some sort of DC-esque collab. He was definitely winning best dressed tonight, but maybe he’d see it as a pity vote…

“You’re body looks amazing in that suit, Joon,” you complimented, hearing Lina hum in supportive agreement.

“Hey!” Seokjin exclaimed, sounding mighty offended as he looked your way. You were smushed together on the couch, the takeout you’d ordered on your laps, but you were pretty full now, a belly full of wine already.

“The devil and an angel though.” Jimin’s voice sounded awfully judgemental. “Come on guys, so basic.”

“Well, who the hell did you to come as?” Seokjin was loud.

“Zombie Jim Halpert and Pam Beesly,” Lina replied as if your boyfriend was dumb.

“Lame,” Seokjin scoffed. “Half of these guys haven’t even watched The Office.”

“It’s a way more original idea than yours.”

You scoffed. “Um, this is the epitome of everyone’s sexual fantasy, I’ll have you know.”

“Whose?!” Lina roared, wrinkling her nose. She and Jimin were also squished together, but on his bed, the camera angle giving you an amazing shot of their chins... Not that you would tell your best friend that, of course.

“We all know what they’re doing after this then,” Sanduel stated. He was dressed as some character from a game he and Seokjin played (a lot.) Nerds.

“Stop,” Hoseok whined. “Does that mean you guys fucked as The Addams family couple last year?”

“Of course it does,” Namjoon replied matter-of-factly.

“Jesus.”

Ah yes, you two really had out done yourselves last year for Namjoon and Hoseok’s joint Halloween party. Thinking about it maybe your devil and angel costumes were quite lame this year…

“As if you didn’t guess,” Lina laughed. “They were reciting all those weird lines practically dry humping in the kitchen at one point.”

That was your cue, slamming into action, although as luck would have it you had re-watched The Addams Family two nights ago. You gripped Seokjin’s face, yanking him to look at you. “Seokjin, last night you were unhinged.” You began dramatically. “You were like some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me.” A pause for effect. “Do it again!”

Seokjin took your hand, in character immediately. He leaned down to kiss your knuckles. “Cara mia.”

You opened your mouth, ready to purr out mon cher in your best French accent but you were interrupted by Namjoon’s gagging noises. “That’s it, I’m leaving.”

Seokjin snapped his head around, unamused. “Bye.”

Everyone laughed… just before Hoseok sighed. “Aw, this makes me so depressed. I miss last year, when things were simpler.”

“This was the worst year to officially become an adult.” Nora joined in with a whine.

They were 100% correct. There couldn’t have been a worse year to graduate… The past few months had been so stressful but thankfully you were now in a much more stable place. Granted, you hadn’t been able to start the post-graduate internship you’d bagged right before the pandemic hit yet but eventually it would happen, and in the meantime you still had your retail job – and your savings.

Seokjin had truly lucked out, although his job at his father’s company had been set in stone since high school. He was working remotely until the end of the year (hopefully), rocking that business on top, casual down bottom fashion that he was so gleefully fond of – think a dress shirt and sweatpants ensemble – but you were so incredibly proud of him for adjusting so well after this shitfest of a year. He was your sexy, serious businessman.

Your friends hadn’t been as lucky though – well, mainly Hoseok and Namjoon who had recently moved back home with their parents while they job hunted. (That’s why the former and Nora were on separate screens – she still lived close by for work.) Lina hated her new job and Jimin still had a year left at college, so maybe he was better off at the moment... Sanduel and Jess were okay too, and had recently moved in with one another, leaving you and Seokjin to… follow suit…

It came as a surprise to you both, but it made more sense than the two of you living alone. You’d already grown used to it during those couple of months of lockdown at the start of the year and it felt weird after he’d left... It was a big step, but an easy one once you’d found the most perfect apartment to rent together. (You couldn’t officially live with one another in that shoebox of an old apartment, but it had been sad to leave it – you’d shared so many good times there.) It had only been about six weeks since you’d become official roomies, but you were loving every second of domestic bliss. Despite this crazy year, things were on the up, and you were very happy.

“Now we’re freshly graduated bums.” Namjoon moaned, knocking back the last of his beer.

Seokjin laughed. “Speak for yourself.”

“We can’t all have a CEO for a dad,” Namjoon shot.

“That sounds like a you problem.”

You pushed at your boyfriend’s shoulder, silently telling him to behave. Where was the sympathy for his heartbroken friend?

“At least you’re not stuck doing online classes.” Jimin piped up.

“I’d actually kill to be back there,” Namjoon chuckled. “I’m sick of receiving rejection emails.”

“Don’t give up hope, bro.” Hoseok told him. “I have an interview next week so fingers crossed.”

Nora squealed. “I hope you get it, babe. You need to get your ass back here. I miss you.”

You all missed him. And Namjoon. Even if you couldn’t all hang out like you were once able to, it was strange to think they were both living in different cities now. Last year seemed like an eternity ago, all you had were memories and even then they were murky.

“Guys, please,” Namjoon wailed, forehead hitting the screen as he threw forward dramatically. “One of us is single here.”

“Sorry.”

In fact, you all felt the need to apologise, a string of them following for no real reason other than you felt really bad for the guy. You knew he’d find a job soon, that wasn’t the problem really – whatever the company they’d be a fool to turn him down – you were just concerned about his mood. Getting dumped had come out of the blue so he was still adjusting, all while his life turned upside down in other ways too.

He hadn’t lost all sense of humour though, his trademark smirk growing across his face a few moments later. “So who will end up fucking on camera first?”

Amongst the groans, Sanduel scoffed. “Probably Mr and Mrs. Devil.”

“I’m an angel,” you corrected, a glass of wine back in your hand now. “Also, why would we fuck on camera? You guys don’t deserve the show.”

“God, you’re so drunk,” Lina screeched. She wasn’t exactly sober herself. Beside her Jimin winced at the volume.

“Of course I’m drunk, Lina, this is the first proper chance I’ve had in months.” Getting drunk alone was pretty miserable, now you had an excuse.

“So it’s definitely them who’ll start fucking first…” Hoseok muttered.

Seokjin heard him loud and clear though. He hooked his arm around your shoulders, pulling you against him. “Yeah if we leave randomly you know this angel got horny for some devil dick.”

“Seokjin!” You exclaimed, pushing at his chest. He just laughed, reaching down to kiss you.

He did look mighty fine dressed as a devil though. Yeah, the red cape was basic but so were your angel wings and halo, but with his dark hair pushed back above his forehead, two red devil horns visible and his eyeshadow off the scale (your doing), he made a very, very sexy Satan!

Jimin pulled a face. “You’re actually going to fuck in those costumes, aren’t you?”

“Of course we are.” Seokjin rolled his eyes. “That’s what Halloween’s all about.”

“No, it’s not,” Nora laughed.

“I don’t know why you’re all so surprised,” Sandeul sighed before shovelling down some candy corn.

“You know them better than anyone,” Namjoon chuckled.

“I was the first to know! Sworn to secrecy for weeks!”

“Yeah, and she didn’t tell me for so long,” Lina whined. Even though it was ages ago now you were still pretty sure she was salty about it.

Hoseok snickered. “It was because she was embarrassed to be fucking him.”

You scoffed, about to refute his claims but Sanduel had more to say apparently. “And then I had to deal with Jin moping around when she dumped him for that basketball player.”

“She didn’t dump me,” Seokjin protested. “We won’t together then.”

“Bro, you were still moping though.”

“Awh, you guys,” you whined, running your fingers through the hair on the back of Seokjin’s head. “Stop teasing him.” You leaned in to kiss his cheek but he moved, stealing one from your lips instead.

“Great Deul, you’ve started them off again.” Hoseok moaned.

“I don’t care anyway. The amount of times I’ve heard them going at it has made me immune.”

“Sanduel, we’re not that bad!” You complained, leaning forward to place your glass down on the coffee table.

Seokjin had your back. “As if we haven’t heard you and Jess fuck before.”

That however was not at all interesting to your friends though. They blatantly ignored it for a more interesting direction of topic.

“Did you ever catch them?” Jimin asked, sounding weirdly excited.

“No actually, which is baffling.”

“You nearly did – multiple times,” Seokjin informed him, which instantly turned Sanduel grey. Not bothered, my ass.

“Why are you guys so obsessed with our sex life?” You whined loudly. Was theirs that boring?

“Ooo, let’s play a game!!” Lina exploded suddenly, sitting up, her head now cut off from the screen. “Who’s the freakiest!!!”

Seokjin turned to you gleefully. “We got this in the bag, babe.”

In your eyes, the questions were quite tame, so yes, you and Seokjin really were scoring first place left and right. Although you had a hunch Lina was holding back information. As her best friend you knew what she was like and she was being awfully quiet for someone who’d suggested the game…

“Where’s the weirdest place you’ve ever boned?” Nora asked, six questions in.

Seokjin didn’t even need a second. “Namjoon’s bedroom.” Your eyes bulged immediately, surprised he’d gone there.

“What?” Namjoon choked.

“Sorry, man. It just kinda happened.” Seokjin glanced at you, deeply amused. Poor Namjoon didn’t need more bad news.

“You guys have fucked in my bedroom?”

“Well, technically it’s not your bedroom anymore, but yeah,” you shrugged.

“When?”

The third degree was real. “A while back.”

“What the fuck you guys,” he groaned, his face a picture. “And you didn’t think to tell me?”

“You don’t even know the half of it.” Lina couldn’t help but add.

“You, be quiet!” You warned, although you knew she wouldn’t spill. Your secret was safe with her.

Namjoon was looking more and more scared by the second. “What the fuck did you guys do in there?” Seokjin just laughed loudly. “Did you at least clean up?” He got no reply. He was deadly serious with his next question. “Did you make Ryan watch?”

“Namjoon!” Seokjin cried, practically wiping tears from your eyes. Maybe he was more drunk than you… You hadn’t realised. “He’s a stuffed animal.”

“That plush is all I have now.”

“Pity, the guy’s recently been dumped. This is bullying,” Hoseok interrupted, sticking up for his friend.

“It’s not,” your boyfriend insisted.

“Aw, Namjoon, I’m sorry,” you apologised, feeling guilty now. How could you make it up to him? “When all this is over you can come over and fuck someone in our bedroom.”

“What,” Seokjin protested. You ignored him.

“Who though?” Namjoon asked, sounding sad.

“You’ll meet someone new soon enough.” Lina reassured him. “You’re any girls dream guy.”

He perked up at that. “You think so?”

“Legit, man,” Jimin joined in.

“Wait,” Sandeul interrupted, seemingly realising something. “Is the costume roleplay exclusive to Halloween?”

… Of course the conversation was back on you and Jin…

“Why?” You asked.

“Because Namjoon had a fancy dress party for his birthday last year…”

Seokjin shrugged. “Any celebration.”

Sanduel instantly looked disgusted. “So you guys fucked as The Incredibles couple?”

You and Seokjin didn’t reply, but your faces said it all.

Namjoon groaned loudly. “I want to scoop my brain out.” Then he thought of something. “Was it in my bedroom?”

“Noooo!”

“Yes.”

You both replied at the same time and you pushed Seokjin. Now he was just purposely teasing his friend.

“Who’s lying?” Namjoon demanded, but Sanduel was too busy going through it, distracting you all.

“The Incredibles is my favourite childhood movie, man, now I feel gross. I can’t watch it ever again because I’ll imagine you two trying to superhero fuck.”

Your friends were way too dramatic. It wasn’t even a big deal, they were making it out to be way kinkier than it was, and Seokjin wasn’t helping matters. You were literally just having normal sex dressed up. That’s all.

“This game has taught me I’m best friends with a bunch of vanilla ice creams,” Seokjin tutted. “It’s called having fun. Something you guys can’t seem to do.”

“You all suck!” You agreed.

Hm, maybe you were just as guilty as your boyfriend… It was just too damn amusing goading your friends…

#bts fanfic #seokjin fanfic #jin fanfic #floralseokjin:writings #fic:crystallised

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fe3h-incorrectquotes · 4 years

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.... Sincerely pls. Ashe/Hubert headcannons maybe? 🥺 HUBERT literally has no supports with anyone outside his house like he doesn't even awknowlage them being there but.... I really .... I crave him maybe being fierce to him at first and then softening as he realizes Ashe's loyalty is very real. Maybe even talking about them defending each other in battle?? Can u tell I have ideas but no direction- 💙💙💙

OKAY I FINALLY DID IT, I FINISHED THIS, SOMEONE BE PROUD OF ME

ALSO BE PROUD OF THE TWO ANONS AND @shortbread-otaku WHO HELPED ME OUT

First off, the headcanons that weren’t mine:

Hubert reads tales to Ashe, and they're both in a warm blanket and are cuddled up together. Ashe often falls asleep on Hubert, but Hubert doesn't mind. In the morning, Ashe makes Hubert's favorite breakfast and coffee, every single morning. And before Hubert leaves to do work, Ashe always wishes him a nice day with a smooch on the cheek. (Anon 1)

I think Ashe stands out as one of those ambitious characters who try their best to improve, in just about every aspect of life. Seeing as Hubert is constantly monitoring everyone else, Ashe could easily be on his radar. (Anon 2)

And I know that it is definitely a point of debate how much people like Edelgard and Hubert had to do with Lonato's rebellion against the church, it is also a point of connection between the two characters. (Anon 2)

When Ashe is sad Hubert will use warp magic to surround Ashe with cats and other cuddly things. (@shortbread-otaku)

They'd be kinda like Robin Hood? As Ashe has the lock pick skill and Hubert definitely knows how to break into things, They'd steal from the rich and give to the poor. Ashe despises stealing, so Hubert always gives him a file of information he gathered to assure him the person they're robbing is evil. (@shortbread-otaku)

Hubert read old tales of Knights because Ashe would also ramble on about them and get embarrassed when Hubert stared at him blankly. (@shortbread-otaku)

And now for my own, which became very ramble-y but honestly I’m kind of proud of how they turned out:

Going off of the point of Hubert being connected in a way to Ashe through Lonato's rebellion, Hubert would probably want to check up on Ashe after, but very subtly. He's not like Byleth who openly comforts him or Catherine who encourages him to find answers, but he keeps an eye on him. Of course, this has benefits to him, too - if Ashe openly shows disdain toward the church after that point, he could be of use in Edelgard's plans, something Hubert would be very aware of.

Though eventually Ashe would notice Hubert - he slips up and doesn't hide as well as usual, and Ashe approaches him. Hubert, being the introverted goth he is, would try to flee as casually as possible. Ashe isn't super confrontational, so he'd let it go until Hubert slips up again. And that's when a conversation actually happens, likely in the greenhouse. Hubert isn't super interested in plants, but he knows something about which ones are poisonous. It isn't Ashe's favourite conversation topic, but he knows something of poisonous plants as well, thanks to Lonato.

Hubert waits for Ashe to mention Lonato - and doesn't have to wait long, Ashe brings up his adoptive father fairly often, even just quickly mentioning him when Hubert asks who taught him what he knows of botany. Hubert offers his condolences (which sounds something along the lines of what he said to Byleth, though a little softer because Ashe is not their emotionless teacher) and asks him what he knew of Lonato. Ashe recounts some personal stories, to which Hubert asks him what he really knew. His goals, his plans, his hopes and dreams. Who was Lonato as a person, and what was he aiming to gain from his rebellion? And Ashe realizes that he learned the most of his adoptive father in his dying moments - the moments where he fought against him and saw him die, but for what? For his son? To make a statement?

Needless to say, his first actual conversation with the Black Eagles' resident vampire leaves him with more questions than before. Questions that eventually lead him to seek out Hubert, realizing that Hubert seemed to know more than he was letting on (it seems that way because he absolutely does). I'd like to think that his search for answers is what eventually drives him to join the Black Eagles, realizing that Edelgard's ambitions, once revealed, seem to align with Lonato's. And maaaaybe because he's come to enjoy Hubert's presence, despite him acting like a cryptid half the time.

Ashe's ambition, as one of the anons said, is something that Hubert would definitely pick up on. Something that he admires, maybe, or comes to find comforting. A steady constant within the change that war brings. So even if it means reading through half-true books of the knights of old approved by the church, because that's all that can be found in the monastery's library, he'll help Ashe to grow as a person and a fighter. And maybe point out where the books fabricate a thing or two. But maybe not, if it means Ashe looks at him like a hurt puppy, realizing that what he's aiming to be is a distant fantasy.

But... maybe Hubert doesn't have to crush his dreams of being a knight like the ones in his stories. Obviously because more knights would benefit Edelgard, from a purely logical standpoint, because he does not feel anything personal toward Ashe. He is grateful for his service to Lady Edelgard, and glad that he joined the Eagles, but nothing more. And he only smiles when given some of the food Ashe has cooked to be polite. And only checks up on him in the training grounds because Ashe is so nice, he'd accept gifts without a second thought, and they could easily be poisoned. And it wouldn't be of any personal concern to him if Ashe were in the infirmary, but losing a knight (especially one as dedicated as Ashe) even for just a couple weeks would be awful, so he keeps an eye out. For logical reasons.

Goddamnit, Hubert, your reasons aren't logical anymore, they're personal.

Ashe is, putting it bluntly, a little oblivious. Sure, he notices Hubert hanging around him more, but it must be because he wants to see his growth as a knight and make sure he's training often enough and such. And Hubert just appreciates the time and effort he puts into cooking (and that it's not Dorothea who cooked it), that's why he smiles. But he doesn't do that for anyone else ever... so Ashe must be overthinking things. Right?

Not right, Ashe, he likes you.

So, with Ashe being oblivious and Hubert ignoring his feelings, they'd need some sort of push. Something like, say, getting stuck cooking together, thanks to Dorothea suggesting it to Byleth. And as Ashe makes little suggestions on where Hubert can improve and tells stories of cooking with his family, Hubert just ends up blurting it out. Not intentionally, of course - he'd planned to either wait until the war's end or until discussing it with Edelgard, but some instinct takes over, and instead of waiting and thinking it over and rehearsing some big speech, he just comes out and says how he feels for Ashe.

Of course, Ashe reciprocates - and has a much easier time saying so. No overthinking his affections, no discussion with anyone else. Ashe is honest and to the point, both things Hubert likes about him, but he's also incredibly genuine. His affection for people, whether platonic, romantic, familial, or otherwise, shines through in everything he says and does, especially his confession.

Anyway yeah I got off track at some point but I really like this ship now and am considering writing supports for them so uh yeah :)

(Also I’d usually run this through Grammarly first but I don’t feel like fighting with a computer right now so I apologize for any mistakes but hope you liked the headcanons!)

#rarepair asks #ashe x hubert #hubert x ashe #ashe ubert #hubert von vestra #fire emblem three houses

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zoffra · 4 years

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Can you write a Feitan x reader? If you could include his inspiration on Trevor Browns books it would be great!

Hello anon! Sorry for the delay, meantime on my instagram I received a request for a Feitan NSFW, so I decided to treat them together. I hope it will suits you.

SFW

- You and Feitan were childhood friends. Majority of children in Meteor city grow up without a family in a hostile environment, but you had been relatively lucky. Your mother was a loving and courageous woman. She wasn't often present because she worked a lot so that offer you a decent life and a warm home.

- One cold winter night, you heard a thud coming from outside. When you went out, you saw a little boy about your age, curled up on your porch. 'You're okay? What's your name?' you asked him by putting your hand on his shoulder but he didn't answer, his body was cold, and his tatters clothes soaked in the rain.

- You carried him home and put him in your bed with dry clothes. He had a lot of fever, so you called your mother so that she buy medicine on the way home, then you stayed at him bedside making sure the temperature didn't go up too much.

- He stayed bedridden for four days. He started to be able to eat the third day, then when finally his fever subsided and his skin had regained a little color, he left 'I come back, to see you.'

- When you met him, Feitan had recently arrived at Meteor city and you noticed that he didn't speak the common language well. He didn't have too many problems with comprehension but he expressed poorly. You offered to give him lessons once a week, which he accepted with a scowl.

- Your library was filled with varied works, classics but also rare books. You had asked Feitan to choose a book from the library himself so that you could study it together.

- Not seeing him come back after twenty minutes, you got up to join him. 'Feitan, you can't make up your mind-'. Your words were lost when you saw him, reading a book that was certainly not recommended for a child of his age. Cover was a bright poppy red, a little girl looking like a hurt doll was reading a book called 'my alphabet'.

- Feitan was a stoic child with an icy face, but at that specific time he wore an expression that you have never seen on him. His gaze scanned pages with a strange glow, as if he was bewitched by what he saw.

- 'Feitan.' you called him a second time, forcing a little on your voice to indicate your presence. He instantly closed the book, '(Y/N), this book... yours?'

- 'N-no!' you stammered, uncomfortable, twisting a strend of your hair on your finger. 'It was my father's. He was passionate about books, almost everything is his, here.' You were lying.

- 'I see...' Feitan put the book back on the shelf where he found it, grabbed another book - more classic - that he had put aside, and joined you. '(Y/N), I can't read...author's name...'

- You closed the door in his path and you answered him with a smirk 'Trevor Brown.'

20 years later

- You were determined to sort your old books. You was squatting in your dusty locale for two hours, filling cartons to the brim which formed a pile on the verge of collapse.

- You looked around the room, fulminate against the workload you still had to accomplish. You were inwardly cursing yourself for being so messy, when your gaze stopped on a book sticking out of a shelf.

- You picked it up carefully, rubbing gently with your thumb its red blanket which crumbled under the pressure of your finger.

- 'Always mess here.' A cold voice coming from your back made you jump. Recently, you had installed bells on your front door, their ringing should have warned you that someone had entered.

- You got up a little annoyed, 'Even the cat make tinkle bells when he passes the door. How do you do that?'

- 'Compare me to a common cat. Bold.' As he walked toward you, you almost couldn't make out the sound of his steps. 'It's been a long time, Feitan'.

- 'Still without sugar with milk's cloud?' 'You asked him while bringing water to a boil. Sitting at table's kitchen, the little black haired man nodded. 'Things changed here.' he said, staring at your hands as you squeeze the mint leaves into your new infuser.

- 'Lots of things can change in one year.' You answered dryly, your tone being colder than you would have liked. Feitan narrowed his eyes, 'What's wrong.' His tone was calm but his gaze probed yours, calling for a clear answer. It would have been good to be cautious and choose your words correctly, but you were angry.

- 'You ask me what's wrong?! You really are an asshole, Feitan! ' At your words, Feitan jumped so quickly from his chair that he knocked over the table. He threw himself on you, grabbing you by the collar, wedging you against the wall so hard that you thought you heard your neck crack.

- 'Say that again.' It was clearly a warning to not do it. 'You are... an asshole!' Your words get lost on your tongue as you break down in tears. 'You leave me... a year without news... I thought you were dead!' You almost suffocated between each words as he tightened his grip on you, 'How dare you reappear as if nothing had happened!'

- Feitan loosened his grip on your neck, letting you catch your breath. However, he didn't break the closeness between you, and whisper almost inaudibly 'I sorry.'

- You've opened your eyes in surprise. Since you first met Feitan, he had never apologized. He regularly went on a mission with the troop and you knew what he meant by 'mission'. During that time it would be impossible for you to contact him, but he never has left you that long without news.

- His words made you cry even more. He pulled away gently and lifted your chin with his thumb 'If my apologies make you cry even more, I won't do it again.' his tone was teasing but his smile was benevolent.

- You saw him bring his face closer to yours, and before you realized what was happening, his mouth was already pressed against yours. Her lips were cold and wet, like you always imagined, and his kiss was chaste and quick.

NSFW

- You always desired Feitan, your eyes burned with envy, 'Fei... even more?'

- He gave you a knowing look,and he lifted you as if you weighed nothing. You were tall than him but he was incredibly strong for his size, he pressed you against the wall, your legs swaying on each side of his pelvis.

- He kissed you a second time putting his tongue this time, offering you a messy kiss tasted like your salty tears.

- You could feel his erection over his tunic as he kneaded your ass with his right hand, and with his left hand he looking for your already wet pussy. He didn't insert a finger, only making small circles on your swollen clitoris with pleasure.

- 'Fuck, Fei! Take me! ', He didn't wait for you to repeat it a second time. He took his beautiful cock out of his pants, spread your legs almost violently and inserted it into you.

- 'Gnnn... tight... so good...' he groaned against your ear, taking you almost too hard against the wall that drummed at each of his pushes.

- 'Feitan...' you said softly. 'Too strong?' he asked, looking at your face which winced slightly. "It's good but... may be little more sloftly?"

- 'Stupid. I'm stupid.' Feitan thought it very strongly. He finally made love to the woman he loved and he hurt her. 'I sorry, don't want hurt you. I go slowly. '

- He readjusted you against his waist and buried his head in your neck, marking your skin with his teeth. 'You, mine.' Its pushes were more and more fast and disorderly, he was close '(Y/N)... mine.'

- You tightened the grip in his hair, 'Come in me, if you want.' Your words sounded like a liberation for Feitan. You heard him growled in his mother tongue, before feeling his warm liquid fill you little by little.

- 'You came a lot', You teased him gently. 'Tsk.' he took a breath, his raven black hair pressed against his face. He was still holding you '(Y/N) ... book you holding earlier...' Oh damn, you knew what he had in mind, you too. Ready for a second round?

#hxh #phantom troupe #genei ryodan #feitan

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radishaur · 4 years

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Hello! Anon here haha. Could you please write a college au Zuko x reader? It’d be dope thanks

I hope you like this! I just did a highschool au so if you’re interested you can check that out as well. I decided to write this one from Zuko’s POV to switch things up. If this get’s enough requests then I might make a part 2.

- Zoe

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The Gift Card (Zuko x Reader)

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff, College au

Part: 1/1

Summary: See request

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Zuko followed behind his friends begrudgingly. He had just endured a terribly exhausting lecture and all he wanted to do was go back to his dorm room and relax. His friends had other plans.

There was a new coffee shop that opened up on the campus and they had talked him into checking it out with them. To be fair, their old coffee place was about a 5 minute walk and this one was much closer. It made sense why they’d want to check it out, he just didn’t understand why it had to be now.

“This place looks gorgeous!” Katara said, clasping her hands together in front of her chest.

“I agree. I love what they’ve done with the windows,” Toph joked, earning an eye roll from Katara and a snicker from everyone else.

“Let’s just hope the food- I mean the drinks are good,” Sokka replied, hurriedly walking up to the building.

“I hope they have vegetarian options!” Aang exclaimed, racing after Sokka.

I simply trudged along behind them. It honestly didn’t matter to me where we got our drinks. For the first time in a long time, I had real genuine friends. I was still getting used to that feeling, but it was a welcome one. As long as they were with me I didn’t really care where we hung out.

The bell above the door rung as we walked inside.

“Hello! Welcome to the Coffee House!”

When my eyes met with the girl behind the counter, I could have sworn I stopped breathing. She had beautiful (H/C) hair that was pulled out of her face. Her welcoming smile caused my heart to flutter and I found myself staring awestruck into her (E/C) eyes.

I blinked a few times and realized that my friends had walked up to the counter to order. Aang looked back at me in confusion, but then gave me a goofy grin when he saw what, or rather who, I was looking at.

I blushed slightly at being caught and made my way up to the counter. The girl was waiting patiently as we all read over the menu and ordered. I read the name of the same drink over and over again, but it never registered. I couldn’t stop glancing at the girl. Her name tag had the name Y/N inscribed on it. Such a beautiful name.

“Hello?” she asked, snapping my eyes down from the menu to her face.

I looked around me and realized my friends were all waiting at the pick up counter. I didn’t even realize they had ordered.

“S-Sorry. I’ll take a uh......,” I trailed off, realizing I had never actually read anything on the menu.

She smiled kindly as I rubbed the back of my neck and looked up at the menu once more. I picked the first drink I saw.

“I’ll take a medium dragonfruit refresher,” I said.

“Interesting choice. I didn’t peg you for a refresher person,” she commented before grabbing a cup from the counter.

“Is that a bad thing?” I asked curiously as I handed over my credit card.

She swiped it in the register before handing it back and turning the screen for me to sign.

“No. Just surprising,” she giggled before grabbing the pen out of her apron and looking at me expectantly.

I stared at her blankly. She was about a head shorter than I was. Her black apron was tied loosely around her and underneath she wore a Coffee House shirt and jeans. Even in uniform, she still looked radiant.

“Uh, your name?” she asked, a small smirk crossing her face.

I blushed when I realized she had caught me staring. I heard Sokka snicker from the counter beside me. They were going to be teasing me about this for weeks. I groaned internally.

“Zuko. My name is Zuko,” I mumbled.

“Alright, Zuko. Your refresher will be ready in a few minutes. You and your friends can have a seat and I’ll bring your drinks out for you,” she said before disappearing into the kitchen.

My eyes didn’t leave her until she was behind the doors.

“Someone’s got a cruuuuush,” Aang teased in a sing song voice.

I blushed profusely and crossed my arms as I walked over to them.

“Shut up,” I mumbled as I averted my gaze.

They all laughed but thankfully dropped it for now. We sat down at a table by the window and we all drifted into conversation easily. It was a few minutes before Y/N came out with a tray of drinks and some food balance on her arm. She slid it onto the table carefully and handed everyone their drinks. When I grabbed mine, her fingers brushed against mine and the blush I had been fighting crawled it’s way back onto my cheeks. She turned to walk back behind the counter, but Sokka called out to her.

“Hey uh, Y/N is it? I’m guessing you’re a student here, yea?” he asked.

She stopped and walked back up to the table, holding the black tray in front of her. She smiled at the question.

“Yea, I am. I’m a third year Political Science major,” she answered.

“Oh wow! What a coincidence. So is Zuko!” Katara chimed in, bringing the attention back onto me.

“I thought you looked familiar! You’re in my 8 AM class,” she exclaimed, a huge grin on her face.

“Uh, yea. That’s me,” I managed to say.

“It’s nice to finally put a face to a name. My friends just call you the Hot Moody Kid,” she explained, giggling slightly at the nickname.

My face felt like it was on fire. Did that mean she thought I was hot? No it had to be a joke. Who would think the kid with a huge scar on his face was hot. Certainly not someone as gorgeous as you.

“Cat got your tongue?” Toph teased.

I glared at her before looking back at Y/N. She was smiling knowingly at me with a twinkle in her eye. God, she was beautiful.

“T-Thanks for the drink,” I replied.

If she hadn’t of been standing right there I would have let my head hit the table. Really? That was the best thing I could think of to say? She simply smiled wider and walked back behind the counter to continue taking orders.

The group relentlessly teased me. Turns out that pretty girls make me a mess. Especially one in particular. I pouted the entire time and forced myself to drink the refresher. Truth be told, it was disgusting, but I didn’t want Y/N to see me throwing it away and getting the wrong idea.

The next morning, I showed up early to class so that I could snag a seat near Y/N. Far enough away to not be suspicious but close enough that I could sneak glances of her. And that I did. I barely heard a word the professor said and sooner than I realized, the lecture was over. Reluctantly I packed up my things and began to leave the room. Just as I was walking into the hallway, I stopped upon hearing my name.

“Zuko! Wait up!” she called out.

My heart fluttered in my chest hearing my name roll off her tongue. She smiled when she saw me stop and I couldn’t help but smile back.

“Hey Y/N,” I said, giving her a small wave hello.

“Hi,” she said, giggling slightly at my wave, “I have something for you.”

She began rummaging around in her bag before pulling out a card. It had the Coffee House logo on it and she handed it over to me.

“It’s a gift card for the Coffee House. I was supposed to give you one after you ordered but I uh....got distracted,” she admitted, a light blush dusting her cheeks and neck.

“O-Oh. Uh, yea don’t worry about it,” I mumbled, stuffing the card into my pockets.

“It’s my manager’s incentive to get people to start coming to the cafe,” she explained, “One for every group who comes in.”

She smiled lightly before looking over to her friends who were waiting for her.

“Ok, well I should get going. I hope you and your friends stop by later. I work the same time every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday. Bye,” she said before walking over to her friends.

I watched her as she went and blushed when she looked over her shoulder and caught me staring. I looked to the side and started walking back to my dorm. When I got there, Sokka was there along with Aang.

“Oh, hey Zuko. How was your class?” Aang asked, lounging on the bed.

“It was fine. Y/N gave me the gift card she forgot to give me yesterday,” I said, setting my bag down on my bed.

“Oh, I didn’t know you bought a gift card,” Sokka said, cocking his brow in interest.

“I didn’t. She said her manager wanted her to hand them out to every group to get them to come back,” I explained, bringing the card out of my pocket.

“Can I see that card?” Sokka asked, a mischievous look on his face.

“Sure,” I said, handing it over.

He immediately flipped it over and a smile crossed his face. He handed it over to Aang who got a similar smile. They both started laughing and I frowned.

“What?” I asked.

“Dude. You’re so dense,” Sokka said, handing the card back to me.

“What do you mean?” I asked, now incredibly confused and annoyed.

“Zuko,” Aang said, a goofy grin on his face, “It has her phone number on it!”

“What?” I asked in shock.

Sure enough, I flipped the gift card over and written across the back was her phone number. I was shocked. Sokka and Aang were smirking.

“Why would she give me her phone number?” I asked, still staring at the card in confusion.

“Zuko. She likes you,” Aang said.

I looked up to see their faces. Sokka was still grinning from ear to ear and Aang was cocking an eyebrow at me with a smirk.

“Why would she like me?” I asked, my voice quiet.

Sokka and Aang both frowned. I looked down at my lap and began fidgeting with the card. I had always had a hard time with accepting praise. I mean, I still could barely believe that I had friends. Let alone that someone could like me. I had an ugly scar across half my face. I could barely look myself in the mirror sometimes.

“I think that’s a question you’re gonna have to ask her,” Aang said, a small encouraging smile on his face.

Sokka and Aang left to go to class and I stayed in the dorm room holding the gift card. I read her number so many times that I could recite it from memory, but I still couldn’t bring myself to text her.

I heard a knock on the door and called out for them to come in. I assumed that it was Sokka and Aang but I was sorely mistaken. Katara stormed into the room and Toph trailed after. I knew exactly what was coming.

“You haven’t texted her, have you?” Toph asked.

“I can’t tell Sokka and Aang anything,” I mumbled to myself.

“Zuko, what’s the matter with you?! You were practically drooling over her yesterday!” Katara scolded, her classic hand on the hip pose coming out.

“Yea. I was. But that’s not....I don’t.....I mean look at me,” I sighed, finally turning to look at them.

“I would, but....blind and all,” Toph joked, waving her hand in front of her eyes.

I snorted at the joke before sitting up and hanging my head. Katara noticed and sat down beside me.

“Zuko, what are you talking about?” she asked.

“Katara, I have a huge scar across the left side of my face! I look disgusting,” I admitted, gesturing to the scar I hated so much.

“Zuko, do you know how many people come up and ask Katara and I and ask about you? There isn’t a girl on campus who thinks you’re anything less than hot,” Toph said, and if she could have, I know she would have rolled her eyes.

“I don’t know why. Half my face is a charred mess and I literally became a crumbling mess around her! She’s way out of my league,” I groaned, falling back onto the bed.

“I don’t think so.”

I shot up in bed and my heart stopped. Standing in the doorway was Y/N. And judging by the smirk she had on her face she had heard everything I had said.

“Oh, wow, look at that! How did she get here?” Katara said, feigning surprise.

“Hey Katara I think I left my glasses in the dorm. Why don’t you come with me,” Toph smirked.

“You can’t see! You don’t have glasses,” I exclaimed, as Katara and Toph left the room.

Y/N waved goodbye to them both and then walked up to me and sat down. I was blushing furiously. I wanted nothing more than to bury myself in the ground.

“Do you really believe that? That I’m out of your league?” she asked, clarifying what she meant.

“Well yea. I mean, look at me and then look at you,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck in embarrassment.

“Oh trust me, I did. And I for one think that if anything I’m the one who’s out of your league. Scar or no scar, you’re undeniably handsome,” she teased, elbowing me slightly.

If it was possible, my face would have gone more red. I was still fidgeting with the card she had given me earlier when she placed a hand on my leg.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. My friends have always said I have a habit of coming on too strong and I know you’re really shy. That’s why they told me to give you my number that way,” she explained, gesturing to the card.

“N-No, I’m not uncomfortable. Just......shocked I guess,” I admitted, finally looking at her, “I just can’t believe you actually like me.”

She was wearing a beautiful black dress and her hair was left free to do what it pleased. She smiled at me and I gave her a small one back. I didn’t quite know what to do.

Before I knew what was happening, she had brought her hand up to cup my face and gave me a quick kiss. It was soft and I kissed her back the same way. My stomach was flipping like crazy but I didn’t want her to stop. She pulled away after a few more seconds and smiled.

“Hopefully that clears things up,” she giggled.

“Uh, yea. T-that uh... I uh....” I stuttered, completely at a loss for words.

She chuckled at my poor attempt to speak.

“You’ve got some good friends, you know. They came all the way to the shop to drag me here,” she said.

“Yea. They’re pretty great,” I agreed, allowing myself to smile.

We sat silently for a while. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but I still had something to say. I shuffled slightly in place and mustered up as much courage as I could.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” I asked hurriedly.

“Yes. I would love that,” she answered, placing a quick kiss on my cheek before getting up.

“O-Ok. I’ll uh, text you then,” I stammered, my eyes never leaving her as she walked to the door.

“I look forward to it,” she said with a smile before finally walking off.

I couldn’t help the smile that broke out on my face. Who would’ve thought a gift card could get me a date.

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musette22 · 5 years

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Hey! For the future prompts: Bucky liking more feminine thing or liking to wear makeup maybe? And Steve being a supportive and loving boyfriend to him

Illuminations On A Rainy Day

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (Stucky)

Word count: 5.4k

Warnings: Mostly fluff but eventual smut. Since the smut is explicit, 18+ only please! Addition warnings for slight feminization and makeup use.

A/N: This is my first time writing anything like this, so I hope it’s what you had in mind, anon! I loved writing it ❤️

Summary:

Bucky bites his bottom lip, trying to find the right words to explain this to Steve but coming up short. “Sometimes I just like to feel – pretty. You know?”

Steve looks very serious when he says, “You look plenty pretty to me, Buck. Always have.”

And Bucky knows he means it. He can see it in Steve’s eyes every time he looks at him.

“I know,” he says softly. “But I just like making myself look nice. There’s something about the process, the pampering, the grooming… I can’t really explain it, I just know it makes me feel… good. About myself.”

“Okay,” Steve nods. “That’s great, Buck. You should do whatever makes you feel good.”

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Bucky Barnes isn’t vain, exactly. He just enjoys taking care of his appearance, that’s all. Back in the thirties, that meant making sure his work shirts were ironed, his shoes were shining, and his hair was slicked back with pomade. Today, in 2016, his hair is too long to slick back, but that’s okay. He’s not the same Bucky anymore, anyway.

Of course, for a long time after escaping Hydra’s clutches and returning to Steve; his best friend and the absolute love of his life, Bucky didn’t take care of himself at all, let alone of his appearance. During the long and arduous process of recovery, which most likely is never going to be fully completed, Steve even had to remind Bucky to eat and take showers. To his credit, he never once grumbled about it. In fact, over the past two years, Steve displayed levels of patience Bucky never would’ve dreamed he was capable of, based on the scattered memories he had of the perpetually sickly and prickly firecracker he lived with back in the thirties.

But with time, lots of therapy and a little help from Wanda, Bucky had slowly started to become more aware of himself again. Started to realize (even if he didn’t always believe it quite yet) that what had happened wasn’t his fault, and that he was worthy of the second chance he was given. So, eventually, he started treating it as one, too. He began to do the things he’d always wanted to when he was a young man growing up in the Depression and times of war, but hadn’t been able to due to lack of funds or rigid, intolerant social norms. The most important of those things, of course, was openly being with Steve. This entailed announcing to the team and eventually the rest of the world that they were together, holding hands when they go for a coffee run, and giving Steve a good luck kiss before missions.

In addition, Bucky also got a cat, bought himself a heated blanket even though he didn’t really need it in the Tower where the heat was always perfectly regulated, and started indulging in frequent movie marathons from the comfort of his own couch.

More importantly, Bucky also slowly but surely began to enjoy taking long showers and baths again. He used fragrant bath salts and shower oils and bought specialist products to make his shoulder-length hair soft and shiny, with just the right amount of volume. If he shaves, he likes to use a nice aftershave after, but more often than not he chooses to keep a short beard – a designer stubble, as Nat calls it. He couldn’t have a beard back in the day, but he’s found he likes the way it looks on him (just as he likes the way his stubble makes Steve’s pale skin look after Bucky’s been loving on him for a little too long).

About once a month, Bucky, Nat and Wanda treat themselves to a spa day. The three of them have struck up a friendship which, based on the similarities in their backgrounds and history, was more or less inevitable. Spa days are heaven, since Bucky doesn’t only like to take care of himself, but also very much enjoys being taken care of. After a day of being pampered senseless in the spa, he returns home to Steve all loose and relaxed, smelling like massage oils and with silky soft skin, which Steve appreciates possibly even more than Bucky does.

Today was a spa day. The three of them have just gotten dressed and are getting ready to head home. Wanda sits down in front of the dressing room mirror to put on her makeup, and Bucky, towelling dry his hair before putting in some argan oil, watches her as she re-applies her smoky eye.

After a minute or two, their eyes catch in the mirror.

“Would you like to try?” Wanda asks.

Bucky blinks. “Try?”

Wanda shakes the little tube of eyeliner at him by way of explanation.

“Oh,” he breathes, eyes widening.

Would he like to try some makeup? He’s never really thought about it before, but now that Wanda’s offering, he finds that he’s… not unamenable to the idea. Still, part of him wonders if wearing black eye makeup will make him look too much like the Soldier, decked out in war paint. He’s about to decline the offer when Natasha, who as always seems to be able to read Bucky’s mind, speaks up.

“You’re not him anymore, Bucky.”

Bucky gnaws on his bottom lip for a moment. “I know,” he says finally.

“You’ve made incredible progress. A bit of eyeliner isn’t going to undo that.”

“I know,” he repeats. He straightens his shoulders. “Alright, let me try it.”

Wanda gives him a soft smile, turning towards him as he settles on the chair next to her. “Okay,” she says. “Sit still, please.”

Unconsciously, Bucky holds his breath as Wanda fusses over him. It doesn’t take as long as he imagined, and when she tells him she’s all done, he slowly, with no small amount of apprehension, turns towards the mirror.

That’s – not bad at all.

Bucky leans a little closer, turning his head this way and that, inspecting his reflection from different angles. Finally, he decides that he likes it. A lot. The dark outline makes the slate blue of his eyes pop, makes his eyes somehow look bigger. He smiles at Wanda.

“It looks nice,” she says, brushing a lock of hair off his face. “Should we try mascara, too?”

Emboldened by the unexpected success, Bucky replies, “Sure. Why not.”

It’s hard to keep your eyes open while someone is more or less poking at them with a brush, as Bucky finds out, but fortunately Wanda is quick and efficient and manages to apply the mascara with minimal casualties. When Bucky looks in the mirror next, he’s actually shocked by how long is eyelashes are. Who’d have known?

“I look –” Bucky starts.

“Yes?” Wanda asks, an amused glint in her eye.

“…pretty?”

“You do. Very pretty.”

Nat stands up then, swinging her bag over her shoulder. “Alright, guys. I’m meeting Fury in forty minutes. Let’s get going.”

“Like this?” Bucky splutters. “Shouldn’t I take it off first?”

Natasha shrugs, unconcerned. “You could, if you want. Do you?”

Bucky swallows, considers the question. He darts a glance in the mirror again, fascinated by his reflection. He still looks like himself, only nicer.

“No,” he says finally. “I don’t.”

“Great. Let’s go then.”

***

Despite his earlier burst of confidence, Bucky feels himself growing nervous as soon as he steps through the door of their apartment. The light in the living room is on, indicating that Steve is home. For a moment, Bucky contemplates making a dash for the bathroom so he can scrub off the makeup before facing Steve, but then he shakes himself. He’s faced hairier situations than these (boy, has he ever) and besides, Steve would never laugh in his face. At worst, he’ll be a little confused, and if he doesn’t seem to like it then Bucky will just save the makeup stuff for the days he hangs out with the girls. No big deal.

He takes a deep, bracing breath, and steps into the living room.

Steve is stretched out on the couch, sketchpad in his lap, dressed in a pair of loose, grey sweats and a dark blue hoodie. He looks up when Bucky walks in.

“Hey, Buck,” he says, already smiling. “How was the spa?”

Bucky doesn’t reply, just stops at the end of the couch, nervously waiting for Steve’s reaction.

After a few moments of silence, a little frown forms between Steve’s eyebrows, and Bucky holds his breath.

“What is…” Steve mutters, looking at him intently, and then his eyes widen. “Oh.”

“Hi,” Bucky says finally, fiddling with the hem of his sweatshirt. His voice comes out a little weaker than he’d like. He clears his throat.

Slowly, Steve gets up off the couch. He walks over, just as slowly, and it’s only when he comes to a halt right in front of him that Bucky remembers to breathe.

Lifting his hands, he cradling Bucky’s face between his big palms.

“Oh, Buck,” he says softly, his thumbs caressing Bucky’s cheekbones. “You look…”

“– ridiculous?” Bucky interrupts, the word little more than a whisper.

Steve frowns a little. “I was gonna say nice. You look real nice, baby.”

“Oh.” From one moment to the next, Bucky deflates, his shoulders relaxing as he leans forward, into Steve’s touch. “You really think so?”

“I do,” Steve smiles, with those laughter lines that Bucky loves so much. “You have such pretty eyes, Buck.”

Bucky looks into Steve’s sky blue ones, searching for even the slightest trace of insincerity, of Steve telling him what he wants to hear just because he wants Bucky to be happy, but finds none. There’s just love there, and maybe, definitely, a little bit of adoration.

“Thanks,” Bucky mutters, relieved. He closes his eyes as Steve leans in and kisses him, ever so carefully.

Bucky hums into it, tries to follow Steve’s lips as he pulls away.

Steve just laughs silently. “Come on,” he says. “Sit with me. I missed you today.”

Taking his hand, Bucky lets himself be led towards the giant couch in the middle of the room. Steve lets himself flop back into the cushions, pulling Bucky on top of him. Bucky goes easily, nestling against Steve’s chest.

“Hmm,” Steve hums, burying his nose in Bucky’s hair. “Your hair smells nice.”

Bucky just grunts in reply, rubbing his face into Steve’s pecs like a cat. Steve, attuned has he is to each of Bucky’s gestures and silent commands, takes the hint. He lifts a hand Bucky’s head and starts to gently run his fingers through his hair, separating the silky soft strands and lightly scratching at his scalp. After a few moments of that, Bucky almost starts to purr. It just feels really nice, okay? He loves being petted, always has, and fortunately, Steve loves petting him.

“It’s getting really long, Buck,” Steve says after a while. “I bet you could wear it in one of those hip bun things guys tend to wear these days. Maybe even braid it.”

“You think so?” Bucky mumbles after a second, letting the idea roll around in his head.

“Sure, yeah. It’s past your shoulders now.”

“Can you braid?”

Steve’s hand stills his hair. “Me?”

“Yeah, you,” Bucky huffs, rolling his eyes even though Steve can’t see him do it. “I don’t see anyone else here, do you?”

“I mean, I can give it a shot,” Steve muses. “How hard can it be, right?”

—

Turns out, it’s pretty damn hard. Steve does his best, and to be fair, what he ends up producing is more or less a braid, but it’s not what Bucky expected.

“I can practice,” Steve says stubbornly, standing behind him in the bathroom while Bucky inspects the damage in the mirror. “I’ve learned how to drive a stolen car in Nazi Germany in an afternoon and mastered several martial arts. I’m sure I can learn how to braid your hair properly.”

Bucky just pulls a face at him in the mirror. “I dunno, honey.”

“Just you wait,” Steve says, sticking out his chin just like when he was a hundred pound asthmatic kid who was told he couldn’t join the army. “I’ll have this down by the end of next week.”

—

Six days and many a pained grunt on Bucky’s part later, Steve does actually manage to weave his hair into a tight and complicated braid that looks, if Bucky may say so himself, pretty damn amazing on him. The two of them spend a good fifteen minutes admiring Bucky’s ‘do in the bathroom mirror, a smaller, handheld mirror that he borrowed from Nat enabling Bucky to see the back of his own head.

“You did it, Stevie,” Bucky says proudly, putting down the mirror on the counter to turn around and wrap his arms around Steve’s neck, leaning in for a kiss. “It looks amazing.”

“Told ya I could do it,” Steve replies, before regretfully adding, “Shame you’re gonna have to take it out again for bed now.”

Bucky bristles. “The hell I am. I’m meeting Wanda and Nat tomorrow morning. They bet me you couldn’t do it, so I have to show them my man can do anything he sets his mind to. And also cash in their loser money.”

Steve snorts. “Can I just remind you that you didn’t think I could do it either?”

“Nonsense,” Bucky replies, giving a curt shake of his head. “I’ve always believed in you.”

“Sure, Buck,” Steve concedes, smiling down at him dopily before leaning in for another kiss. “Whatever you say.”

***

A week or so later, Wanda comes up to Bucky after a briefing with a little bag swinging from her wrist, which she hands to him with a flourish.

“What’s this?” Bucky says, curiously peering into the bag and finding only a small, nondescript box.

“Just a little present,” Wanda says enigmatically. “Open it when you’re home.”

It turns out to be a starter set of eye makeup; a few different mascaras and eyeliners, and a scary-looking contraption that Bucky later finds out is meant to curl his eyelashes. He spends the rest of the afternoon in Steve and his bedroom, trying out the different products. When Steve comes back from training with Thor that night, Bucky eagerly shows off his efforts. Steve duly tells him he looks beautiful, and any doubt Bucky might have about his sincerity disappears when Steve proceeds to kiss him breathless on the couch.

From that moment onward, Bucky’ll put on a little eye makeup on good days, or, perhaps more accurately, on days when he doesn’t actively hate himself.

The first time he wears eyeliner on a mission (because he’d been having a good day until some idiot with lasers decided to cause trouble down town) Tony and Bruce look at him a little strangely, as if they’re noticing something different about him but can’t quite put their finger on it. When Tony finally catches on, Bucky tenses.

“Are you wearing mascara, Buckinator?” he asks gleefully, and then Bucky has the pleasure of seeing him visibly wither when Nat gives Tony a truly terrifying look that shuts him right up.

After that, no even so much as blinks when Bucky occasionally shows up to kick villainous ass with a neat cat eye.

—

On a dreary afternoon in October, Bucky and Steve are once again stretched out on the couch together, Gone With The Wind playing on their TV set as Bucky dozes against Steve’s shoulder,

“Buck?” Steve says suddenly, keeping his voice low so as not to startle him.

“Hmm?”

“Do you ever, like…” He trails off, letting the unfinished question hang in the air.

“What?” Bucky asks, lifting his head to look at Steve.

There’s a frown on Steve’s forehead; not the one that means he’s upset or worried, but the one that means he’s thinking about something really hard. Bucky lifts a hand to smooth out the lines with the pad of his thumb. “What is it, Steve?”

Steve takes a breath. “Well, I was just wondering… I might be way off, of course, but I just want to make sure.” His frown deepens. “You know I’d give you anything you’d ask for, right?”

“Steve” Bucky sighs. “You’re not making any damn sense. Just come out with it, will ya?”

“Right,” Steve nods. “Of course, yeah. What I mean to tell you is, um, if you ever maybe, like, wanted to wear something a little… different. That would be perfectly fine with me. Just so you know.” He presses his lips together nervously, watching Bucky for his reaction.

Bucky, meanwhile, still doesn’t have a clue what his idiot of a boyfriend is on about.

“Something different?” he asks, puzzled. “Do you… do you not like what I’m wearing?” He looks down at himself, and has to admit that, okay, maybe this stretched out t-shirt and faded blue sweats combination isn’t his biggest fashion success. But to be fair, Steve himself is wearing a very similar outfit, so it’s not like he’s really one to talk.

“No, that’s not –” Steve sputters, “I don’t mean there’s anything wrong with your clothes, baby, I swear. I just meant, if you maybe someday felt like wearing a – a skirt, or a dress or something, that would be totally fine. Of course.”

Oh. So that’s what Steve was trying to get at.

Bucky smirks. “I know it would be,” he says, “but I don’t. Want that.”

“You don’t?” Steve watches him closely. “You sure? You can think about it for a while, if you want. You don’t need to tell me anything right away, I just wanted to get it out there – you know, just in case.”

Bucky gives Steve a small, reassuring smile and squeezes his ankle. “Nah. Dresses and heels are nice and everything, but they don’t seem very comfortable. As you know, I like being comfortable. ‘Sides, I can’t exactly fight baddies in heels, can I?”

Steve snorts. “I don’t supposed that’d be very effective, no.” He pauses for a moment, before adding “Though I’m sure Nat and Maria could do it.”

“Yeah, well. I’m not Nat and Maria,” Bucky huffs. “I’m not a woman, and I don’t want to be one, either. I just…” He bites his bottom lip for a moment, trying to find the right words to explain this to Steve but coming up short. “Sometimes I just like to feel – pretty. You know?”

Steve looks very serious when he says, “You look plenty pretty to me, Buck. Always have.”

And Bucky knows he means it. He can see it in Steve’s eyes every time he looks at him.

“I know,” he says softly. “But I just like making myself look nice, you know? There’s something about the process, the pampering, the grooming… I can’t really explain it, I just know it makes me feel… good. About myself.”

“Okay,” Steve nods decisively. “That’s great, Buck. You should do whatever makes you feel good.”

They’re silent for a moment after that, both of them ruminating on their conversation.

“So,” Bucky starts after a minute or two, “I know I said I’m not a woman and I don’t want to wear women’s clothes…”

“Yes?” Steve prompts him when he doesn’t continue, prodding his thigh with his bare foot.

Bucky bites the inside of his cheek, gathering courage. “Well,” he goes on, “say I maybe wanted to try wearing some pretty underwear someday. Would that be – weird?” He shoots Steve a tentative glance, trying to gauge his reaction.

To his relief, Steve doesn’t look shocked or appalled – though maybe his eyes do grow a little bit darker. “Why would that be weird, Buck?” Steve reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair behind Bucky’s ear. “I’m sure you’d look stunning in it.”

Bucky can’t help his pleased little smile as he leans into Steve’s palm. “Okay,” he says, satisfied for now. “Let’s go to bed?”

“Sure, Buck. Whatever you want.”

—

That Wednesday, Bucky and Steve find themselves on the couch once again. Bucky sometimes wonder why they even have other furniture in their living room, because this couch seems to be the only place either of them want to be.

Bucky is watching some spy thriller that he keeps scoffing and rolling his eyes at, because that is not how you do spying, for god’s sake. Meanwhile, Steve is drawing again – drawing Bucky, to be precise. He can feel Steve’s eyes on him constantly but he doesn’t mind because he’s used to it. The gentle scratch of his pencil over the sketchpad only audible when there’s a lull in the explosions, and seriously, no spy worth their salt would let that many things explode; the whole point is to go unnoticed.

When the credits finally start to roll, Bucky sits up, stretching his arms above his head.

Steve puts away his sketchpad, too. “So,” he says.

Bucky turns to him, and finds Steve looking a little hesitant. Bucky cock his head at him questioningly. “What?”

“I sort of… got you a present?”

That makes Bucky perk up. “Really? What is it?”

“I’ll just go get it,” Steve says by way of reply, getting up and heading to their bedroom before returning with a beautifully wrapped, rectangular flat box. It’s glossy black with a red, silky bow tied around it, giving it the appearance of an exceptionally fancy box of chocolates.

“Ooh, chocolates?” Bucky asks eagerly. “And it’s not even Valentine’s Day.”

Steve chuckles and tilts his head as if to say, hmm not quite.

“Not chocolates?” Bucky checks. “Then what is it?”

“Open it.” Steve hands him the box and sits back down on the couch. He wrings his hands nervously as Bucky lightly shakes the box, trying to determine what’s inside.

“Just open it, Buck,” Steve says, fondly rolling his eyes at him.

“Fine, fine.” Placing the box in his lap, Bucky carefully unties the red ribbon. He lifts the lid, pushes aside the tissue paper, and then stops breathing entirely.

Inside the box are three pairs of beautiful, black lace boxer briefs.

“Steve…” Bucky breathes, reaching out to reverently run his fingertips over the delicate fabric. “They’re beautiful.”

“Yeah?” Steve asks tentatively. “You like ‘em? I wasn’t sure what type you’d like, so I figured I’d start with something simple but beautiful, y’know?”

Tearing his eyes away from the gift, Bucky looks back up at Steve.

He makes sure to look him in the eye before saying, “I love them. They’re really gorgeous, Steve.” He leans in, putting a hand on the side of Steve’s neck and placing a kiss on his lips. “Thank you.”

Steve’s eyes remain closed for a moment after Bucky draws back. “You’re welcome, Buck. Wanna go put ‘em on?”

Bucky’s eyes widen. “Now?”

Steve shrugs. “Why not?”

Bucky steals another quick kiss. “Okay. Let me just…” He swallows down his sudden nerves. “I’ll call you when I’m done?”

Steve nods, and Bucky disappears into the bedroom, clutching the box like it’s precious. Which it is, kind of. To him, anyway.

He turns on the bedside lamps, then strips naked, carefully folding his clothes and putting them on the chair next to the wardrobe. Next, he gingerly takes out one pair of briefs and carefully steps into them. When he turns towards the mirror to looks himself over, he sucks in a sharp breath.

The briefs fit him like a second skin, perfectly hugging his hips and ass, easily accommodating the slight bulge of his already half-hard cock.

He looks… sexy. He feels sexy. A little bit nervous about Steve’s reaction, still, but the little voice in the back of his mind whispers to him that there’s no way in hell Steve isn’t going to like the way he looks in these.

Taking a deep breath, he walks over to the bedroom door and opens it. “Steve?”

He doesn’t have to wait long: Steve appears in the doorway approximately one and a half second later. With one look at Steve’s face, all of Bucky’s worries are erased. His expression is one of adoration mixed with naked desire, and it takes Bucky’s breath away.

They stand there, looking at each other, Steve’s eyes roaming up and down Bucky’s body, and Bucky has never felt more desirable in his life. It’s a heady feeling.

Finally, Steve breaks the silence. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he says in a gravelly voice. “Look at you.”

Bucky lowers his gaze, then coyly looks back up at Steve through his eyelashes. Steve, as if pulled by an invisible thread, walks over to him, only stopping when their faces are mere inches from each other.

Bucky can feel Steve’s quickened breath against his lips, that’s how close he is, and despite the fact that they kissed not ten minutes earlier, it feels as though they’re about to kiss for the very first time. He feels inexplicably nervous, his stomach roiling with nerves and excitement. When he locks eyes with Steve, his breath hitches in his throat.

Steve’s looking at him like he wants to devour him, his eyes burning as they flick between Bucky’s lips and his eyes, until finally, he closes the distance between them. He presses a hot, eager kiss to his mouth, deepening it immediately, and Bucky moans, swaying forward into Steve’s sturdy torso. Steve’s hands come up to wrap around Bucky’s biceps, keeping him steady, and when he breaks the kiss and pulls back, Bucky feels bereft. He makes a pleading sound, something between a sigh and a whine, making Steve lean in again, if only to brush his lips, feather light, over Bucky’s.

“You look gorgeous, Buck. Let me take care of you, alright?” Steve’s voice is low, heavy with the weight of his devotion.

Bucky lets out a shaky sigh and nods. He lets himself be steered towards the low bed, Steve sitting down on the edge of it and looking up at Bucky. His wide, blue eyes are framed by those long, long lashes, and despite the arousal burning low in his belly, Bucky lifts a hand to tenderly brush Steve’s golden hair back off his forehead.

Putting his hands on Bucky’s waist, Steve slowly sliding them down his sides until they’re resting on his hips. The warmth of his palms burn on Bucky’s skin through the lacy fabric. He almost wishes they could brand him; how he longs to have Steve’s handprints on him forever, like a mark of ownership.

Steve’s thumbs press in just below the jut of Bucky’s hip bones, rubbing slow circles into his skin that have Bucky breathing faster and his cock filling up to full hardness.

Leaning in, Steve presses a kiss to Bucky’s belly button, then noses down the fine trail of hair that disappears under the waistband of the panties. Pressing soft, teasing kisses to the sensitive skin below his hipbones, he finally ventures even lower, nuzzling at the outline of Bucky’s dick through the fabric. Bucky groans, his hands coming up to settle on Steve’s broad shoulders.

“Steve,” he sighs, fingers scrabbling at Steve’s shirt. “Take this off.”

Steve grunts, leaning back a little to whip off his shirt in one quick move. Much better, Bucky thinks as he smooths his palms, one flesh and one metal, over the gentle slopes of Steve’s bare shoulders.

As if he hadn’t been interrupted, Steve leans back in, mouthing enthusiastically at the hard line of Bucky’s erection, wetting the fabric. He’s making pleased little sounds that Bucky savours, wants to store in the back of his brain to brighten up his darkest days. Steve’s hands start to wander, running down and up Bucky’s thighs, thumbs brushing the insides before they end up on Bucky’s ass. He kneads the firm flesh, making the lace scratch a little roughly over Bucky’s skin, and Bucky is unsure whether to push back into Steve’s big hands or forward, towards the warm, wet heat of his mouth.

Opening his mouth further, Steve moans against Bucky’s dick, his fingers digging into his hips almost painfully. Bucky shudder, his hips stuttering forward.

“Steve,” Bucky whimpers again, “please, Stevie.”

“What do you need, Bucky?” Steve asks, like he doesn’t know full well.

“Your mouth-”

“Yeah?” Steve says, looking up at him with dark eyes. “Tell me what you want me to do, Buck. I want to hear you say it.”

Bucky groans, his cheeks burning hot. “Want you to – want you to suck my cock, Steve. Please.”

“Whatever you want, pretty baby,” Steve says, and then he’s ducking his head to run his tongue teasingly over the leaking tip of Bucky’s dick where it’s peeking out over the waistband of the panties.

“Fuck,” Bucky breathes, his fingers digging into the hard muscle of Steve’s trapezius.

Slowly, inch by inch, Steve starts to pull down Bucky’s briefs until they come to rest below the swell of his ass. Bucky’s erection springs free, hitting Steve’s cheek, and Steve hums appreciatively. He starts to mouth along the side of it, torturously slow, before he finally closes his red, plush lips around the head of Bucky’s cock. Without further teasing, he sinks down on it, taking him deeper and deeper until he hits the back of his throat.

Bucky swears loudly, his left hand tangling in Steve’s soft, blond hair, messing it up. “Jesus, Steve. God fucking dammit.”

Steve makes a throaty sound, one hand coming up to wrap around the base of Bucky’s dick as the other keeps kneading his ass cheek. Bucky watches raptly as Steve begins to bob his head; red, wet lips sliding along Bucky’s shaft, creating the most exquisite suction that has Bucky’s bare toes curling against the carpet. Steve’s wicked tongue curls around Bucky’s cockhead each time he comes up, teasingly tonguing the slit before he sinks down again, taking him all the way to the root. His eyes are closed in bliss, as if he’s enjoying this just as much as Bucky is, which, to be precise, is a helluva lot.

”Oh, Stevie, uhh,” Bucky pants, closing his eyes too and letting his head fall back, giving himself over to sensation. “Feels so good, baby, so fucking good. God, your mouth.”

Steve hums with a mouthful of cock, the vibrations skittering up Bucky’s body, making him shiver. Seemingly just as worked up as Bucky is, just as eager for it, he starts to speed up, swallowing him down over and over. He makes it wet and sloppy, clearly not giving a fuck about what he may look like, which only makes Bucky burn hotter. Steve lets his left hand dip into the cleft of Bucky’s ass, fingertips just skating over his tightly clenched hole before he starts to rub at it with more intent.

Bucky groans loudly, fire licking up his spine as he’s gripped by an all-consuming lust, a need to claim or be claimed, he doesn’t know, and wanting to come so badly now he can taste it in his mouth. His fingers tighten in Steve’s hair unconsciously, pushing his head down further on every downward stroke, until he can feel Steve’s throat clench around the head of his cock. The pulsing sensation nearly breaks Bucky’s brain, and then Steve pushes the tip of his finger past the tight ring of muscle of Bucky’s asshole, just pushing inside, and Bucky is done.

He shouts, doubling over as his hands scrabble at Steve’s shoulders and head, pushing into Steve’s mouth as deeply as he possibly can while Steve groans and shudders underneath him. Bucky comes so hard he sees entire galaxies, gasping as his cock pulses on Steve’s tongue, spilling hotly down his throat until he’s completely, utterly spent.

It takes a few long moments for some of his brain to come back online, but when it does, he hastily pulls back.

“Shit, fuck, Steve. I’m so sorry.” He falls to his knees in front of Steve, hands coming up to cup Steve’s cheeks. “Are you alright?”

Steve’s eyes are watering. A few tears having spilled over, making glistening tracks down his flushed cheeks, and his hair is an absolute goddamn mess. He looks as if he just thoroughly got his throat fucked.

“I’m fine,” he rasps, licking his lips. “Don’t worry about me.”

Bucky scoffs, barely refraining from cuffing Steve on the back of the head. “I just nearly choked you with my dick. Of course I’m gonna worry about you.” He leans in to kiss the tear tracks on Steve’s cheeks and adds, more softly, “Time for me to take care of you now, honey.”

Somehow, the flush on Steve’s cheeks deepens. He clears his throat and says, “No need, honestly.”

Bucky frowns, his eyes flicking down to Steve’s lap – and his mouth falls open.

“Did you…” he starts, eyeing the large, dark patch spreading out on the front of Steve’s sweats. “Did you come?”

Steve gives a sheepish nods. “Uh, yeah.”

Holy fucking shit. “You came untouched, just from me fucking your throat?” Bucky asks incredulously.

“To be fair, the panties helped.”

Bucky snorts. He shakes his head, leaning up to press a kiss to Steve’s bruised, red lips. “They really did, huh.”

Steve hums against his mouth. “I think we should get some more.”

“Let’s do it, baby.”

#my fic #stucky #steve rogers x bucky barnes #stevebucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #slight feminization #fluff and smut #tumblr prompt #ao3

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kylorenskitten · 4 years

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hi! I was wondering if we could get some Flip Zimmerman pet play?! Like he gets off from a hard day at work and all he wants to do is use his little kitty!💞 much love!

Words: 1,500

[A/N: Thanks for this request anon! I hope you enjoy it!

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It’s nearly 6:00 PM on a normal weekday evening. Any moment now Flip could walk through that front door and be home from his work at the police station. Your heart always starts to race in your chest around this time, the excitement to see him rising as each minute passes.

You haven’t started making dinner yet since you two usually don’t eat till at least a few hours from now, instead spending a little time together is what you typically choose to do right when he gets home.

You have one of his favorite short dresses on with a pair of lingerie underneath that you know he’ll love. You’re also wearing the black cat ear headband you made, giving you the appearance of kitty ears on your head, something that he just can’t resist. The record player is playing an old song, Everybody Plays the Fool by the Main Ingredient and you’re dancing a little to it in the living room, just passing time until your husband arrives. You don’t even notice when the door opens and he walks in, setting his briefcase on the table by the door and hanging his jacket up before he walks into the living room. Your back is turned to him, you’re swaying your hips in the most delicious way and he’s watching every moment of it. Suddenly you turn around to dance some more and are stunned to see him, hand flying to your chest as you stop dancing in your tracks and stare right back at him.

“Please, don’t let me end your fun. You’re a sight for sore eyes.” He says, a grin on his face. You smile bashfully and shake your head, going over to the record player to turn it off.

“Welcome home, honey.” You say then walk over to him with your arms open before throwing them around his shoulders in a big hug. He wraps his arms around your middle and holds you tightly, his head buried in your hair and inhaling your sweet scent that he loves so much. “How was work?”

“Long, tiring, and hard.” He says softly with a sigh, your eyes meeting.

“Anything I can possibly do to make it better, Master?” You ask him, completely changing the mood.

“I think there is something you can do, Kitten. You’re always so good at helping me take my mind off things.” He says those words against your ear, your heart racing even faster at the feeling of being so close to him. Flip picks you up in his arms and carries you to the bedroom you both share, kicking the door shut behind you with his foot.

He places you on the edge of the bed where you stay on your knees, him standing as you work on undoing all the buttons on his flannel while he leaves kisses all over your neck. Your fingers work fast to take off his shirt then they work on getting his belt unbuckled. He helps you by removing the rest of his clothing entirely and now it’s his turn to take off all of your clothes. Flip reaches behind you and unzips the back of your dress, pulling it up over your head. He pauses for a moment to admire your lingerie and that makes you smile, putting your hands on your hips and posing for him a little.

He goes to his nightstand drawer and pulls out a portion of rope he got especially for times like this. He picks you up off the bed, places you on the ground where he once was standing and removes your bra and panties, throwing them to the ground. He walks behind you with the rope and takes your wrists, tying them together with the rope. “On your knees. Right there.” He commands you and you obey, dropping to the floor on your knees. He goes back in front of you and sits on the edge of the bed where you once were, taking his big hard cock in his hand and pumping it a few times. You know what he wants so you eagerly scoot your way closer to him, right between his knees now with your face only inches from his erection. “Let me use your mouth, kitten?”

“Yes, Master.” You nod and part your lips, letting him guide the head of his cock into your mouth. With your hands still tied behind your back, you let him weave his fingers through your hair and have control over your head as your mouth surrounds him. You take him all the way down your throat, gagging a little which causes more of your saliva to cover his cock.

“That’s it, just like that.” He moans, his voice rough. You’re bobbing your head up and down now at a decently fast pace, your eyes wide open to stare at his face while you do it. His breathing has gotten much faster, he’s moaning and it’s like music to your ears. You’re giving him so much pleasure, but he need more, more, more. “My good kitten, letting me use her mouth like the perfect little slut she is for me.” He has a soft grip on your head now, thrusting his hips against your lips, his cock sliding down your throat quickly again and again.

With your mouth still attached to him, he keeps his hold on your head as he stands to his feet, giving him better access to buck his hips and really use your mouth the way he wants to. He fucks your throat with reckless abandon, your face smacking into his pelvis over and over. Tears are starting to form in the corners of your eyes, but you don’t care. You’d let him use you for as long as he needs or wants to. “Fuck, fuck!” He growls through clenched teeth and you start moaning against his cock to send him vibrations.

There’s few things he loves more than getting to do this, but he knows he won’t last much longer if he keeps going. So he slows his hips down to a stop and pulls his soaked cock out of your mouth, watching as saliva drips from your lips and you inhale a huge breath. He leans over and unties the rope around your wrists which causes you to fall forward on your hand and knees then he puts it back in his drawer. “On the bed. Just like that with your ass straight up.” He orders you.

You obey and get onto the bed, your core throbbing with want as you poke your ass up in the air, the side of your face resting down on the mattress. He walks up to the edge of the bed where you are and guides his still slick cock into your needing cunt, pushing it all the way until you’re filled to the brim with him. He moves his hips back and forth in a slow fashion at first, letting you get nice and adjusted to his size for a moment. Once he feels your walls contracting around him involuntarily, he quickens his hips and starts thrusting faster into you, his hands gripping your own hips so hard that he might leave small bruises later in the shape of his fingerprints. You don’t mind, you encourage him to do whatever he pleases with your body. He is your Master and you’re his kitten, after all.

“Oh, Master! Oh, Master! Fuck!” You moan out loudly, clawing at the sheets under you. He raises his hand and brings it down in a loud smack against your plump ass cheek which only turns you on even more. Your cunt is practically dripping now, Flip can hear and see how wet he’s making you. Another smack to your ass causes your pussy to tighten around his pounding cock and it’s making you a moaning mess. “Yes, yes, yes! Feels so fucking good, Master!”

“Feels fucking perfect.” He moans, still bucking his hips at an incredible speed. You’re so close to your release, if he just keeps going like this you’ll be coming in no time. Of course that’s what he does, and he reaches his fingers around and between your thighs, stroking your clit while his cock slams you repeatedly. It’s too much and it’s too good, you can’t help but release all over him.

“Master! Fuck, oh fuck, I’m coming!” You cry out, hands balled into fits while you release and the pleasure runs through you like electricity.

“God damn, you’re so tight when you’re coming on my cock.” He growls to you, feeling himself getting extremely close too. With his hips till moving and his hand still rubbing your sensitive spot, you’re orgasming around him while he spills inside of you, both of you reaching your highs at the same time. He rides out his own orgasm while you ride out yours, a stream of incoherent moans still leaving your lips. Soon, he pulls out of you and collapses onto the bed beside you to which you lie down on your back curled up right next to him. You rest your head on his chest and you wouldn’t change anything about this moment for the world.

#flip zimmerman #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman fanfiction #flip zimmerman imagine

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verai-marcel · 5 years

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Midnight Rendezvous (Vampire!Arthur x Fem!Reader, RDR2 Fanfic, 18+, Part 1 of 2)

Summary: It's 1905. Working as a saloon girl in a respectable establishment in a small town west of Tumbleweed, you are intrigued by a man who begins to spend his time sipping whiskey at a corner table and writing in a worn journal. He turns out to be far more than he seems.

Author’s Notes: Finally hopping onto that vampire Arthur bandwagon, because anon requested a fic at the right time.

Tags: vampire Arthur, medium honor Arthur, female reader, sorta virgin reader, biting, blood, gentle sex, rough sex, light angst

AO3 Link is right here!

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Chapter 1 - Meetings

Word count: 1769

“He’s here again.”

You looked over to the corner of the saloon where a man dressed in a worn blue shirt, a burgundy vest, black ranch pants, and black boots sat down at a small table. He had come in almost every night since the beginning of the week, slowly sipping a whiskey and writing in a journal. Watching him with some curiosity, you noted how he took out that journal from his satchel, placed his old stalker hat onto the table, and started writing, occasionally looking around the room, observing his surroundings.

“Get him to buy more than just one drink tonight, would you?” Your boss, the barkeep, gestured towards him. “You’re usually pretty good at that, ain’t ya?”

“Usually,” you mumbled as you straightened your skirts and sashayed your way to the man in the corner.

“Good evening sir,” you said with a simper, pulling up a chair and sitting coquettishly next to him. “May I ask what’re you writing there?”

He chuckled, a self-deprecating tone laced between his mirth. “Just my idiotic thoughts. Nothin’ too grand.”

Your heart warmed a bit at his humble demeanor. “Can I see?”

He shrugged. “I guess.” Handing his latest page over to you, he sat back and sipped his whiskey slowly, watching as you read his flowing script across the paper.

It was wonderful. You sat, enthralled by his every word, until the last sentence ended and you were forced to stop reading.

You secretly loved to read, a hobby that didn’t match your profession. You were supposed to play the floozy, the flirtatious lady who would offer her companionship to the lonely men that came to the saloon for a drink and be doted upon by you and your fellow saloon girls.

Handing the journal back to the man, you had to swallow before you could speak. “It’s… it’s fantastic.”

The man smiled as he looked down and scratched the back of his head. You could see by the way he tried to hide his face that he wasn’t used to such compliments. “None of the other ladies seemed interested in my writin’. They all just wanted me to stop and drink with’em.”

You felt a bit guilty; you were here to do the same thing. But after reading such wonderful prose, you couldn’t help but be honest. “Well, to be fair, they’re just doing their job.”

The man nodded. “Sure. But you actually asked to read my book.”

“So you’re writing a book?”

He shrugged. “Tryin’ to. Thought it might be… interestin’, I guess.”

You nodded enthusiastically. “It definitely is! The way you write is so unique, so authentic, I loved it!”

The man blinked in surprise, clearly taken aback by your zeal. “Well, I… thank you.”

“What’s your name?”

“Arthur.”

“Like the king.”

He chuckled. “I guess so.”

His smile was warm, like a fireplace on a cold winter night, and you suddenly grew much more interested in him.

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Ever since that night, you had come up to him every time he came in, asking him questions about his book. He was always happy to see you, and would answer you in an earnest tone. He started to ask your opinion, if the latest paragraph he had written felt a certain way, or if his words were too convoluted.

But then one night, when you came to work a little later than usual, you saw another woman at Arthur’s table. She was one of the newer saloon girls, and she was flirting with him, much more than you did. You could clearly see three whiskey glasses at the table, and when she caressed his arm, he didn’t shy away; not only that, his smile grew.

Your heart cracked a little bit, but you took a deep breath. He was just a patron, no one special.

You were just lying to yourself.

Putting away your emotions to sort out later, you continued to work the rest of the night, avoiding the corner of the saloon.

***

Admittedly, you were distracted and unable to convince enough men to buy more drinks like you normally could. A bit sad that your wages would be lower tonight, you left work at midnight, walking through the alleys to get to your little room in the boarding house. You hated walking along the main road, where cars would sometimes come by, stinking of fumes that irritated your nose. It was about a twenty minute walk, but you hurried home at almost a jog, knowing that at this hour, it wasn’t the safest place to be.

A soft feminine moan made you pause. Was someone in danger? You reached under your skirt and pulled your dagger out of its holster wrapped around your thigh. Inching forward quietly, you peeked around the corner of the nearest building to peer down the other alleyway.

Under the light of a streetlamp, you could make out the profile of two forms: a woman, her back against a wall with her arms and legs wrapped around a man, thrusting against her, his clothes still on, his hat familiar to you.

As she moaned louder, you watched as Arthur leaned in and kissed her neck, making her moan turn into a high pitched cry of pleasure. You recognized her as your newer coworker. She seemed to be enjoying herself.

When he pulled away, you saw a glint, a flash of a fang. Blood stained the corner of his lips before his tongue quickly licked it away. His eyes glowed an ominous red, and he grinned like a cat that had eaten the canary.

It clearly was not a kiss. And you knew, clear as day, that Arthur was a vampire.

You stepped away from the building and quickly scurried home, locked the door, put a chair in front of it, and attempted to sleep.

Sleep did not come to you until the sun rose and you felt safe from the night.

***

You were tired and terrified, for when you came to work that evening, Arthur was sitting in the corner of the saloon once more, writing in his journal. The other woman was nowhere in sight. Was she home sick? Or worse, was she dead?

Then he suddenly looked up and met your eyes. Unable to look away, you couldn’t ignore him when he beckoned you over.

"He's askin' for you," your boss groused. "Don't just stand there, go make your wages."

You gulped and slowly walked over to Arthur, warily smiling. He returned your smile with an easy grin and a wave of his hand to the chair next to him. Feeling as if a lion had invited you to sit beside him, you sat down, perching on the edge of your seat, your back stiff as a rod.

"What's the matter, darlin'?" Arthur asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

"N-nothing!" you replied almost too quickly. You quietly took a deep breath. "How's your writing?"

Arthur watched you silently, not answering you for a while, long enough that you squirmed in your seat. You fidgeted with your dress, your hands bunching up the fabric at your thighs. He finally let out a defeated sigh.

“You saw.”

You nodded.

“And yer scared.”

You nodded again.

“Well, don’t be.”

You looked at him, aghast. “How can you tell me that when I saw you suck the blood out of a woman last night?” you whispered frantically. “I don’t even know if she’s alive—”

“Hi there, sugar,” a sweet voice said. You and Arthur both looked up to see the woman from last night, alive and well, with a scarf around her neck.

“Hullo,” Arthur greeted politely. You just nodded, too dumbstruck to speak.

“If you get bored with that one,” she said, nodding her head towards you, “You know where to find me.” Winking at him, she wandered off, her hips swaying a bit too much for your liking.

“See? She’s fine.”

You turned back to Arthur. “So… you don’t kill your victims?”

“They ain’t victims,” he shot back. “They is… donators.”

You raised an eyebrow at him.

He sighed. “What would I do if I killed everyone I drink from? I’d be found out eventually. Then what? I’d have to move on. Best if I keep a low profile and just take only what I need. And I offer my… services, in return.”

“So you need to…” You couldn’t bring yourself to say the exact words. “Need to have relations before you drink?”

“Blood tastes best, right when a lady lets go,” he said, his voice deepening.

Something inside of you shifted, and you suddenly felt incredibly jealous of the other woman. What would it feel like, to have such a dangerous creature taking you, taking your body and your blood?

You felt a hand on yours, and looked up at him. His eyes, a swirl of green grass, blue sky, and the yellow sun, mesmerized you for a few seconds before you shook your head.

“Don’t try any funny stuff.”

Arthur laughed. “I can’t do any mind tricks. Ain’t one of my abilities.”

“So what can you do?” you asked, as curiosity began to outweigh your fear.

“Well, I’m stronger and faster than a regular person, and my eyesight is real good,” he said matter-of-factly. “My teacher said a lot of yer vampire powers are based off what you was good at when you was alive.”

“Oh, so you weren’t a con man,” you said offhand.

“Nope, sure weren’t,” he confirmed, chuckling.

“You had a teacher?”

“Yep. When she changed me, she said she could teach me how to survive for one year, then I’d have to move on, find my own territory, before our instincts took over and she’d try to kill me.”

You soaked in all of this information. You couldn’t believe it, and yet you had seen it. A real live vampire. You wondered vaguely how old he was. How long he may have been around. Were his friends all gone?

What a sad thought.

“So you can’t be with other vampires?” you asked.

He shook his head and sighed. “It’s in our nature to be alone, I guess.”

Your heart broke, hearing his words tinged with melancholy. You put your other hand on top of his, sandwiching his hand between yours. “Arthur…” You didn’t know what else to say.

He gave you a wry smile, but his eyes were still filled with loneliness. “S’okay, sweetheart.” He touched your arm gently, and began to lean closer to you.

You didn’t pull away.

Leaning in closer, he kissed your cheek tenderly. “Thank you,” he murmured. “Fer bein’ understandin’.”

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Chapter 2

#rdr2 fanfic #arthur x reader #arthur x fem!reader #vampire arthur #rdr2 #arthur morgan #writing #lemon fanfic #nsft #tumblr request

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lost-your-memory · 5 years

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I have another prompt for my dear! please could i have a college au where cat and kara are room mates who are secretly dating and Cat’s parents surprises them. please can you include the line “for gods sake put on some pants kara.” NC x

It took FOREVER to finish this (one night, one day and almost half another night) but I hope you like it. It’s full AU, Cat & Kara are about the same age in this fic (around 23 & 25yo probably), I took a lot of liberties (Cat might feel a little OOC, I’m not happy about it but since they’re young ... why not?) and I added a twist at the end for the actual line of the prompt. Careful, it’s rated E Thanks NASCAR anon for this prompt!

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“It’s perfect!”

Kara’s excitement echoes in the apartment.

“Of course it is! I lived here, until a week ago …” Lois replies, sounding amused. “Now, the thing you have to know about this perfect, cheap rent-controlled, three-bedrooms apartment with the real pine-wooden floor, the high ceilings, the many windows that let in as much sunlight as possible …”

Kara narrows her eyes at her friend, sensing that there’s a catch coming.

“… Is that it comes with a roommate.” Lois finishes with a smile.

It’s a cartoon worthy scene; Kara’s jaw all but drop in astonishment. Lois doesn’t even look sheepish, Kara absentmindedly notices. If anything, she looks almost smug, as if proud of her little prank.

“I’m not taking it,” Kara flats out declare, grabbing her backpack and moving toward the door. “I can’t believe I got my hopes up, I should have known better.”

“Hey, what does that even mean?” Lois calls after her, sounding outraged. “Hey! Kara, come on. You know you won’t be able to afford anything else as nice and as close as everything you want.”

That makes Kara pauses, because it’s nothing but the truth.

The apartment is spacious, luminous, close to everything she needs and it even has a small garage next to the building where she could park her bike. Not to mention that the cheap rent is nothing short of a miracle, especially in this neighborhood.

Kara hesitates, hovering near the entrance. She quickly studies her options. Alex did tell her she was welcome for as long as she needed but she knew her sister’s patience was starting to grow thin, especially since Lucy came back from her semester abroad and was now living with her. Lena would be more than happy to have her but the situation in between them was still a little weird and beside, Kara didn’t want to risk stumbling upon either Lex or Lillian Luthor. Winn would be over the moon but her exuberant friend would be too much for her in less than a week, she could bet her weight in potstickers.

“I hate you,” Kara mutters under her breath. She needs a place to stay and this apartment is her best option, she knows it. Turning around, she glares at her friend “Why didn’t you tell me about the roommate in the first place?”

“I knew you needed to see the place, first. It’s a really good place, you know?” Lois gestures around, encompassing her surroundings. Kara can only nods because the large living room full of bookcases already feels like home, just like the all-equipped American kitchen on the other side of the place, with an island that has stools in front of it.

“Still. Not cool,” Kara mumbles and this time, Lois does look a little contrite. “Anyway, where’s the roommate?”

“She’s abroad for the moment, she’ll be back in a week or so. I already texted her to inform her, she’s … Well,” Lois trails off, looking a little thoughtful. Kara narrows her eyes again. “She’s something, that’s for sure.”

Kara groans and rubs at her eyes.

“Meaning she’s not happy you trapped her with a new roommate in her absence. That’s just great, thanks a lot Lois.” Kara sighs, looking down to search for her phone in her backpack. “Who’s she, anyway? What does she do?”

Lois doesn’t reply right away. Kara finds her phone and looks up, following Lois line of sight and landing on a frame hanged on the wall, near one of the bookshelves.

“You have got to be kidding me … Your roommate is your ex?” Kara asks, stepping forward to study the picture.

It shows Lois on the left, radiant with a carefree smile and her dark hair wind-whipped around her head, looking down at a smaller, blond woman whose smile is a little more reserved but her hazel green eyes are lit up with joy and love. They look incredibly happy, standing close to each-others and with a jungle waterfall in the background.

“You’re moving in with my cousin and leaving me to deal with your ex? That’s a new low for you, Lois,” Kara accuses, turning an angry glare to her friend.

“Come on Kara, it’s not like that!” Lois retorts, sounding a little hurt. “Cat and I are still best friends. We broke up a long time ago, way before I met Clark …”

Lois glances at the picture and her eyes soften in a way that tells Kara she probably doesn’t know the whole story there.

“Does she know who I am?” Kara groans, because she doesn’t need more drama in her life.

“Not specifically, no. She knows you’re a friend of Lucy,” Lois replies. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea to tell her, not right away at least.”

“Gee, talk about a poisoned apple …” Kara mutters, looking around at the splendid apartment that came with such a high price. “Anything else I should know about?”

“Yes … Cat’s the heir of a big, big law-firm. Her parents are … Well, loaded doesn’t even start to cover it. They’re all the way up next to the Kennedy, the Clinton or whatever rich family you can think of, when it comes to the level of wealth.”

“And that’s important because …” Kara prods, arching an unimpressed brow.

“Because that reaction, right there, slightly judgmental and downright provocative, will get you ejected in no time,” Lois retorts, rolling her eyes. “Cat’s family is very rich, sure, but she actually works really, really hard to get by on her own. The only money she accepts from her parents is for her birthday and at Christmas and I’m pretty sure she gives most of it to a bunch of charity association anyway.”

“She works?” Kara snorts, disbelief clear in her voice.

“She does, yes. She’s a law student but she’s also taking a bunch of Business and Communication night classes, when she’s not tutoring or working as a part-time assistant for Perry White.”

Kara doesn’t say anything to that. She figures if the woman works so much, she won’t be around too often and maybe, maybe this arrangement will work.

“Alright. I’m taking it,” Kara sighs and she waves a threatening finger in front of Lois when her friend smiles victoriously. “However, this goes against my better judgment and don’t think you’ll get away with this so easily.”

“Sure, whatever you say, super puppy,” Lois replies with a laugh before handing over the keys and the paperwork.

—

“You’re the new roommate,” a voice comes from the entrance of her bedroom.

Kara doesn’t even startle. Instead, she finishes writing the line she’s started and then put down her pen, flexing her fingers to chase the slight cramp that threatens to spread.

Eventually, she looks up from her essay and falls into a pair of startlingly bright hazel eyes. It’s a little mesmerising, with golden sparkles swirling in it that somehow highlight the very faint freckles on her eyes and cheeks.

“I don’t know if ‘new’ is the right word,” Kara retorts, eying the woman standing in her door frame. She’s small but somehow, her presence is very commanding. She breathes power and authority, especially with the powerful black high-heels, the black pencil skirt and matching jacket opened on a crisp white shirt. “I’ve been living here for three months, now.”

It had been like living with a ghost, so far, and a fancy one with that. One that left leftovers sushi in the fridge, that drinks wine and seems to have a soft spot for dark chocolate, who dresses all fancy and sometimes forgets a pair of shoes, a shirt or a jacket in the living room, who stacks up books as if it was collector and who leaves a very strong, heady trail of spicy yet woody perfume behind.

Kara hadn’t minded in the least, glad to have the space for herself on the rare moments she’d been in. Still, her curiosity had more than once left her hesitating in front of the perfectly white door, devoid of any posters or decorative element in any kinds, that led to Cat’s bedroom.

Cat smiles, slowly.

She looks a little older than in the picture that still hangs on a wall in the living room. Her hair, of a distinct shade of golden blond, is shorter and barely brushes her shoulders now, lazily curling toward the end. She’s wearing makeup but it’s light, as far as Kara can tell. No daring lipstick, no pronounced contour or strong blush, it’s all carefully applied to give the illusion of something natural.

Kara leaves her desk and comes to stand in front of Cat, distractingly noticing she’s still a little taller despite the daring high-heels.

“Kara Danvers,” she introduces herself, extending a hand. “Pleasure.”

Cat looks at the hand and seems to hesitate for a moment. Kara doesn’t back off and waits, not looking away.

Eventually, Cat seizes Kara’s fingers and gives them a firm handshake. “Cat Grant. Likewise.”

After that, Cat leaves without a word and Kara takes a deep breath, inhaling the woody perfume that still hangs in the air.

—

“How is it going with this roommate of yours?” Lucy asks, handing a beer to Kara before sitting down next to her on the couch.

“It’s … civilized, I guess?” Kara replies, taking a big swing off her beer and slouching against the cushions with a heavy sigh. “She’s barely there anyway, it’s like living with a very clean ghost.”

Lucy laughs and Alex, sat on the floor next to Lucy’s legs, snorts.

“Cat Grant is many many things, but she’s certainly no ghost.” Lucy eventually replies, voice soft and gentle, and Kara glances at her.

“Right, you must know her, since she dated Lois for a while …” Kara recalls, before cheering as Alex manages to beat her record time in the car-racing video game she’s playing.

“I do know Cat Grant, yes,” the younger Lane nods. “She’s … well. I have no words to describe Cat Grant.”

That earns Lucy a curious look from Alex before the game starts again. Lucy seems lost in her mind for a little while but when she returns to the moment at hand, it’s with a warning in her eyes.

“Piece of advice though, my sister broke Cat’s heart when she ended things with her and despite Lois insisting that they’re still best friend, I wouldn’t mention your cousin’s name around her.”

“Shouldn’t be a problem,” Kara mumbles. “Aside from this one time where we officially met each other, I haven’t seen her.”

Lucy gives her a strange look but then Alex swears, loudly, and their attention is back on the game.

—

It starts with post-its.

Kara is in a hurry one day, she grabs the plate of leftover sushi to bring as her lunch and leaves a yellow note instead. It says “Sorry about the sushi, I needed lunch. I’ll buy you a fresh plate tonight.”

The same evening, she places a fancy assortment of sushi in the fridge and leaves a green post-it : “As promised; fresh from that shop you seems to like. I asked for your usual. Bye!”

The following morning, as Kara opens the fridge to grab the milk, she notices a post-it on the plate of sushi, but it’s blue. The handwriting is neat and precise “Thank you. Help yourself if you need the rest for lunch. C.”

It takes Kara totally by surprise. She was mostly expecting some kind of warning, a subtle “back off” kind of reply but the apparent easiness of this little exchange warms her heart.

When she comes back from her shift at the bar she’s tending every three nights, she places a bottle of fancy wine on the kitchen island and sticks a pink post-it on it. “Thanks for the lunch! I heard it’s good wine, let me know if you like it? Bye.”

The next afternoon, when she emerges, the bottle is gone but there’s a brown bag instead, with a yellow post-it. “The wine is actually one of my favorite, thank you. Potstickers? I noticed you seem to eat a lot of them … Enjoy. C.”

That makes Kara’s day.

—

“Movie night?” says the pink post-it on the coffee table when Kara comes back from her soccer practice.

She laughs and shouts across the apartment “I need a shower first, meet me on the couch in twenty minutes. Also, I’m ordering pizza, our usual.”

Kara pulls out her phone from her pocket and calls their usual place.

The man on the other side greets her by her first name and jokes with her about the last national soccer game score before telling her their pizzas will be there in half an hour. She thank him and writes “Pizzas will be there in 30 min” on a blue post-it, replacing the pink one on the coffee table.

Once in her room, she carefully add the post-it to her collection, in a notebook that’s already filled with colorful notes. She’s annotated each one with a quick context quote so now the little book is telling a story.

Kara smiles softly at the last note and then closes the notebook, already stripping from her dirty clothes before she jumps in the shower.

—

“I’m fine, Alex, I swear! It looked a lot scarier than it was, I promise,” Kara protests, swatting away her sister’s hand. “Stop fussing!”

Alex leans back and glares down at her sister, Lucy standing next to her.

“Scarier doesn’t even begin to cover it,” Alex growls, eyes flashing with anger. “I just watched you get hit by a car thrown at full speed, get ejected from your bike, fly across the road and then land miles away, right through the windshield of another car. It truly is a wonder you’re still alive!”

Kara looks a little sheepish at that but her stubbornness resurfaces instantly and she raises her chin.

“Yet, I’m perfectly alright and I’ll be out in two days. Now stop fluffing my pillows!” Kara pushes Alex’s hands away again.

“Wait until mom hears about this,” Alex threatens, storming out of the room after one last glance at her sister.

Lucy sighs and takes a seat by Kara’s medial bed. She doesn’t say anything, she simply watches and Kara slowly deflates under the unrelenting, watchful gaze.

“I know. I’m being an asshole,” Kara sighs, finally looking away. She feels bad that she scared Alex and Lucy but honestly, she’s been through worse. “I just … I hate hospitals.”

Her voice is small and low. Lucy doesn’t say anything, she simply takes one of Kara’s hands in hers and squeezes. Kara squeezes back, grateful for her friend’s quiet presence.

“Oh my gosh, Kara!”

“Cat?” Kara looks up and sees Cat enters the room, a look of pure panic written across her face.

In all the months they’ve been basically living together, it’s the first time Cat’s not all perfectly put together. She looks disheveled, her cheeks have that red glow that comes from running against the wind and her clothes, a pair of casual jeans and a soft navy blue pull-over, are too casual and a little crumpled, not perfectly adjusted like always. Her eyes are ablaze with panic and adrenaline and Kara watches, a little enthralled, as the golden sparkles swirl and swirl and swirl around in the hazel irises.

“You idiot!” Cat shouts, striding forward and hitting the ground with more force than strictly necessary. That’s when Kara notices Cat isn’t wearing heels. “What the hell were you thinking!”

Cat stops on the other side of the bed, across from where Lucy’s sat and still holding Kara’s hand.

“Uh … I was just driving back to the apartment …” Kara tries to reply but the burning glare Cat throws her shuts her up right away.

“You could have died, you absolute, stubborn, ridiculous idiot!” Cat accuses and Kara shrinks a little in her bed, not understanding why Cat was so angry at her. “I was waiting for you for our usual movie night, but you didn’t come home. You weren’t answering my texts and it was getting so late …”

Cat takes a deep breath and Kara goes to say something but another glare dissuades her.

“I eventually texted Winn, thinking you were still at the bar, to ask if you were alright. Imagine my surprise when he instantly called me and told me you’ve been rushed into the nearest hospital, because you got hit by a car!” Cat all but yells the last few words, fury echoing in her voice and it’s suddenly too much because she’s pacing.

“I was already on my way when you sister called me, to let me know about the accident,” Cat adds and now she looks hurt. Kara doesn’t even know why, she doesn’t understand what prompted Cat to unleash like this. They’ve been getting close lately, verging on the line of best-friends really, but this categorized relationship doesn’t explain Cat’s outburst.

Helplessly, she stares at her roommate and notices the unshed tears gathered in the hazel green eyes. All of a sudden, Cat looks small, vulnerable and so impossibly lost, all Kara wants to do is leap out of her bed and hold her close.

She opens her mouth to apologize when a new voice echoes in the room.

“Kara! Thank God you’re alright!”

Clark rushes to her side and grabs her hand, already fussing around her like her sister did before, puffing the pillow, moving the plate of food and beverage around, checking the tubes and the machines gathered near the bed.

“I got so scared, when Alex called! What happened, who did this?” Clark points to the bandage around her head and then to the many strips on her collarbones and along her arms. He looks incredibly relieved but Kara sees the anger in his eyes, not knowing if it’s directed at her or at the person responsible for her injuries.

“Clark Kent? You … You know Kara?” Cat asks, looking stunned and a little confused. Kara winces and pushes her cousin away, ready to explain, when Lois makes her entrance.

“For the love of God, Kara, we got so scared! Don’t do that again okay?”

“Gee, what is it with you people, do you seriously think I did this on purpose? Stop telling me to not do that again, I’m not the one responsible for the accident”, Kara rebels and glares at everyone around, her eyes bouncing from Lucy, to Clark, to Lois and finally, they land on Cat.

Cat, who’s glancing between Lois, Clark and her, looking utterly hurt, betrayed even. Kara winces again and reaches a hand but Cat shakes her head no.

“Hey there, Kitty Cat!” Lois greets, sounding surprised and slightly uncomfortable, and Kara wants to disappear into the ground and to never face either Lois or Cat ever again. “I didn’t know you’d be there.”

“Believe or not, neither did I,” Cat retorts, curtly. Her eyes are flashing with hurt, anger and confusion. The golden sparkles are dimmed, in the darkness of her green irises and Kara shudders when the gaze focuses on her. “Of course, you’re related to Clark.”

“He’s … my cousin, yes. We’re … almost the same age, give or take six months,” Kara nods, knowing better than to lie her way out of this situation. Cat’s gaze is full of heat and Kara squirms.

“Is there a reason as to why you never told me about this particular relationship?” Cat asks, voice cold and collected, the green of her eyes darkening even more.

“Actually, that’s my fault,” Lois jumps in, looking very sheepish. Kara wants to tell her to shut up, to stop talking but of course, there’s no telling that to Lois Lane. Ever. “I told Kara you would throw her out of the apartment if you knew about her relationship to Clark. I advised her to … not say anything.”

Cat seems about to lash out again but before she can says something, she’s interrupted.

“What on earth is happening in here?” Alex asks, stepping into the room and glancing at all the people present. One look at Cat and Lois tells her everything she needs to know.

“Oh,” Alex sighs. She takes a deep breath and then looks right into Cat’s eyes. “Cat, I’m sorry we never told you. It wasn’t right. I shouldn’t have played along with Lois idea to keep this relationship a secret and I’m truly, really sorry.”

A thick, stunned silence follows Alex’s apology. Cat looks thrown off, more than anyone else, but she manages to recompose herself.

“Thank you, Alex. I … appreciate that,” Cat accepts the apology and then gestures to Kara. “Please, take care of the stubborn idiot over there.”

After that, she exits the room without another words.

—

There’s no post-it waiting for her when she returns to the apartment, three days later. The place is dark and quiet and Kara doesn’t even need to check to know Cat’s gone.

She’s tried to reach out, through texts and calls, for the past three days but Cat is nothing if persistent in her indifference. Kara feels miserable and while it’s tempting to blame it all on Lois, she knows it’s her own fault.

She should have told Cat about Lois secret the moment they started being friends.

They’ve been so close lately, having regular movie night on the couch together with various sort of take-out, Kara showing up at Cat’s work after her soccer practice to pick her up and bring her home, Cat studying on Kara’s bed while Kara wrote her essays at her desk with soft music in the background, Cat dropping by at Kara’s bar, in between Kara’s shift, to have a drink or share some food, the many excursions they went through across town, the museums Cat dragged Kara to, the walks by the beach sharing an ice-cream or some candy flush, talking and laughing and debating about one thing or another.

Cat’s love for old books and the way she would sometimes smell like it, like dust and old pages, a scent Kara found familiar and grounding. Kara’s strange tastes in music and Cat’s mockery of it, a façade to hide the fact she was very curious and sometimes even liked the same things Kara did. Cat’s tendency to tidy everything and Kara’s messy self, their many arguments about a forgotten sweater or a pair of sneakers in the way. Kara’s terrible attempts at cooking and Cat’s irritated yet fond looks whenever she tried something new.

Cat’s warmth against her flank on the couch as they watched a movie. Cat’s way to adjust the collar or whatever top Kara was wearing before they left the apartment. Cat’s scent, heady and dizzying, so comforting, that still lingered on the couch long after she was gone.

Cat’s laugh, like a melody, a sound that meant home.

She never realized how much Cat had come to mean to her, until she was gone.

—

“Why so glum?” Winn asks, sitting down at a stool next to her. He looks a little concerned but mostly, his eyes have the glazed glow of someone who’s had too much to drink.

“Nothing,” Kara sighs, nursing her glass of Scotch and watching as Alex and Lucy dance together in the middle of the crowd. “I just … nevermind.”

“Feel lonely?” Winn supplies and Kara throws him a shocked glare, a little alarmed that her very drunk friend is still able to read her so easily.

“Come on. You’ve been mooning over that roommate of your for months now, it’s practically visible from space,” Winn rolls his eyes and then winces, apparently regretting the move. “I’m guessing she’s still not talking to you and … you miss her, am I right?”

Kara sighs, heavily so.

“Yeah, I do. It’s ridiculous, really.” Kara lets out a frustrated breath. “She’s … she’s Cat Grant.”

“What does being Cat Grant entails, exactly?” Winn asks with a frown, because of course he doesn’t see the point.

Kara finishes her drink and asks for another one before taking a deep breath.

“She’s … she’s so incredibly smart, in a way I still can’t exactly fathom. Her mind is quick and sharp, she manages to see the details in everything without loosing the big picture. She’s witty, too.” Kara chuckles, eyes sparkling. “Her sarcasm has this cutting edge that could probably freeze the sun but somehow, when she smiles … it’s like … it’s like … she is the sun itself, you know? It lit up her whole being from the inside, she just glows and it reaches her eyes. It always reaches her eyes when she genuinely smiles.”

Winn’s listening, eyes intent on her despite the drunken glaze.

“She’s incredibly proud. She doesn’t like when people just overlook her because her parents have money. She’s a real perfectionist, you know? Always pushing for everyone to be the better version of themselves, to never be content with just what they have and to dare reaching out for more. She’s doing it to herself, to the point it must be exhausting, I think,” Kara smiles, a little sadly. Cat never allows herself to just be herself. “She works really hard, in her classes, for the students she’s tutoring and even in her job. She never gives up. I’ve heard stories of how she’s treated in this newspapers … It makes my skin crawl everytime she talks about it, but she doesn’t even pay attention to it. She’s ambitious. So much, I swear one day she’ll be president or something.”

“Well, here’s one career path I didn’t even consider, until now …”

Kara swirls around on her stool, so fast she almost ends up on the floor but hands land on her hips and steady her. Cat’s smiling, a little smugly, and her eyes are bright with something Kara doesn’t even dare to interpret. She steps forward and invades Kara’s space, smelling like spice and wood, with just a hint of alcohol.

“Hey,” Kara whispers, dropping her eyes to her knees. “You’re … back.”

“I wasn’t supposed to be,” Cat replies, her voice low and a little hesitant now. She still has her hands on Kara’s hips and Kara feels her skin burn under the warmth of Cat’s palms, through her clothes. “I just … I … I missed you.”

Kara freezes and then blinks, a little helplessly. “You did?”

“I did,” Cat smiles, leaning forward. “I took a plane this afternoon and then came straight from the airport because Winn texted me, said you were here.”

Kara glances at her friend but the stool he previously occupied was empty. Kara and Cat were all alone near the bar, save it from the coming and going bartender on the other side of it.

“How much of it did you hear?” Kara asks, swallowing hard under Cat’s focused gaze.

“Apparently, your mooning over me is visible from space …” Cat chuckles and Kara groans, hiding her face in between her hands and muttering something about killing Winn.

“Please don’t,” Cat whispers, slowly prying Kara’s fingers away from her face. “I’ve been … too scared to make a move. I didn’t know … I didn’t know you felt that way about me.”

Kara looks up to meet Cat’s gaze. It’s so bright and hopeful, it takes Kara’s breath away.

“I did. I do. I …” Kara sighs, looking down again. “I should have told you about Clark, I’m sorry about that. I thought … I thought maybe you wouldn’t like me anymore, if you knew I was Clark Kent’s cousin. I know you and Lois have a … complicated story.”

Cat slowly removes her hands from Kara’s hip and the loss is jaring, it makes Kara shudders. Cat takes the stool Winn has just vacated and looks at Kara with sadness in her eyes.

“We … had, a complicated story. I’m not going to lie, she broke my heart when she ended our relationship but it’s not fair to put all the blame on her, as tempting as it is,” Cat explains with a slight chuckle. Kara arches a surprise brow but doesn’t say anything. “I … never told my parents, about Lois and I. Worse, I hid her, on the few times they came visit me. She …”

Cat draws in a breath and accepts the glass of wine the bartender places in front of her. She’s a regular in this bar where Kara sometimes works, the other bartenders know what she likes and they’re past the point of asking, they just go with it.

“As flawed as Lois is, as annoying as she can sometimes be, she never hid who she was and she didn’t deserve the way I was treating her, back then. I … I understand, why she broke up with me. We stayed friends, and I value her friendship a great deal.”

Kara tilts her head and looks at the way Cat plays with her drink. The deep burgundy beverage swirls in the glass, slowly, regularly, it’s a little fascinating.

“I got so scared, Kara. When Winn called me to let me know about your accident … I felt as if my whole world was crumbling. I was … terrified of losing you. I didn’t understand why, at first,” Cat says and there’s a tremor in her voice, hints of terror in her hazel eyes. “I might be a little … awkward, when it comes to feelings. Dealing with it has never been my strong suit and I’m a firm believer of bottling everything up and letting it sink somewhere safe.”

Kara slowly reaches and takes Cat’s hand in hers, brushing her thumb across Cat’s knuckles. She doesn’t say anything but with just a nod, she encourages her to keep talking.

“I found you in the hospital, all banged up, with a bandage on your head and everywhere on your body and I … I wanted to hold you, to feel that you were real, still alive and not going anywhere but I … I got scared, Kara,” Cat breathes, squeezing Kara’s fingers. “Of my own feelings, their intensity, the way it ruled every thoughts in my head, every decision I could make, everything. Clark was just … a convenient excuse for me to reject the blame on something else. I admit, I did feel a little betrayed that you didn’t tell me, but it’s not why I stormed off. It’s not the reason I left town.”

“Why did you?” Kara asks, softly. She thinks she knows the answer but she still needs to hear it and more importantly, Cat needs to say it.

“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” Cat sasses, wanting to remove her hand but Kara holds on and nods. Cat nods too and takes another deep breathe, followed by a long swing of wine. It takes her a minute but she eventually manages to look Kara in the eyes.

“I … I think I’m … falling in love with you, Kara Danvers.”

Kara smiles, widely. “You think?”

Cat rolls her eyes and swats at Kara’s hand. “Shut up.”

“Aww, no,” Kara says, grabbing back Cat’s hand and pulling it close, placing it over her heart. Its frantic beats seem to surprise Cat and she stops struggling against Kara’s hold. “Let me talk. I don’t think I’m falling in love with you. I know I am. I have been in love with you for a long, long time now, but I didn’t want to admit it. I’m no better than you when it comes to feelings, it’s a fucking scary thing.”

Cat gasps and Kara brushes her thumb against the hollow of Cat’s wrist. “I love you, Cat Grant. I love you, and I’m an idiot for not having said so any sooner.”

“You are an idiot,” Cat nods but there’s no denying the pure, unadulterated happiness that shines in her eyes as she smiles, genuinely, widely so. “You’re my idiot.”

Kara doesn’t wait and leans forward, kissing Cat with all she has and all she is. It’s soft and yet intense, tender but passionate and so incredibly intimate. Her hands move to hold Cat’s cheeks, cradling her close and keeping her there as she pulls back, a little breathless.

“I’ve been dreaming of kissing you since the moment you fell asleep on my lap while watching The Empire Strike Back,” Kara whispers against Cat’s lips, earning a chuckle and an eye roll.

“You know I don’t like Star Wars,” Cat muses, dropping a kiss at the corners of Kara’s mouth.

“Liar. You love it,” Kara shakes her head and her laugh gets swallowed in another kiss, deeper this time, more demanding, pressing. A hand tugs at the front of her sweater and she obliges, stepping up from the stool and invading Cat’s space to slide herself in between Cat’s legs.

A moan escapes the back of Cat’s throat and the sound sends a bolt of pure desire down Kara’s core, making her tremble a little against Cat.

“Wanna get out of here?” Kara asks, moving her lips down to Cat’s jawline and dropping a line of soft, sweet kisses alongside it.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Cat groans and before Kara knows it, she’s being dragged outside by her girlfriend.

—

Nothing really changes.

They still have a movie night once or twice a week. Kara still goes to pick up Cat after her soccer practice. They still go to the beach and to the museums together, sharing ice-cream or candy flush. They still study together, listening to music. Kara still tries to cook on a regular basis, under Cat’s fond yet unimpressed gaze. They still argues about the clothes in the living room.

There’s just a lot of making out in the middle.

Sometimes, the movie plays on the TV but no one is watching. Books and essays lie on the floor, amongst the discarded clothes that tend to get removed very quickly these days. There’s hand holding whenever they’re outside together, sweet kisses and small gestures. They go to Alex and Lucy for game nights once a week and it’s comfortable, easy. They still argue and sometimes they even fight and they end up sleeping in their respective bedroom, until one of them caves and gets up to join the other one in the middle of the night. Cat goes to Kara’s soccer games and Kara makes the regular effort to attend some of Cat’s work events.

All in one, they work and it lasts.

—

“You guys are so sickeningly in love, it’s disgusting,” Alex grumbles one morning, three months after the official start of Cat and Kara’s relationship.

She’s hovering by the door with a box of donuts and a cardboard trail full of coffee cups.

“Alex, do come in,” Cat smiles and opens the door a little wider for the older Danvers to step in.

“Is my sister even decent?” Alex asks, nervously looking around. She’s walked on them a few times already and she now knows better than to just knock and enter without answer.

“She’s getting dressed, yes,” Cat chuckles, rolling her eyes before eying the coffee cups with interest.

“Yes, one of them is for you,” Alex puts the donuts box on the kitchen island and hand over her non-fat, no whole milk, bulletproof latte to Cat. She looks a little nauseous as she picks up her own cup. “I don’t know how you can drink this, seriously.”

“Force of habit, I suppose,” Cat shrugs.

Kara bounces out of Cat’s bedroom and comes hug her sister before moving around to kiss Cat. It’s soft and sweet, brief but with just enough love to content Cat, who relaxes back against the kitchen island with a dreamy smile on her lips.

“Sickening,” Alex mutters but there’s a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“You’re just jealous because Luce’s away for a few weeks and you miss her,” Kara rolls her eyes at her sister and opens the donuts box, already picking a chocolate one and handing it over to Cat. She then chooses a jelly filled one for herself. “Where is she anyway?”

“Paris, again,” Alex sighs. “Her environmental law firm is sending her to negotiate at a climate summit or something.”

“Our hero,” Kara smiles and she means it. It makes Alex smile too.

“Alright, are you ready?”

“Sure, let’s go,” Kara says, moving around to go pick up her bag in Cat’s bedroom. When she comes back, Alex is waiting for her by the door and Cat’s lingering near the couch, looking a little sad.

“Awww no, don’t be sad. It’s only three days, I’ll be back before you know it,” Kara laughs, dropping the back on the couch to hug her girlfriend.

“Urgh. I’m gonna wait for you in the car, bye Cat!” Alex says, waving goodbye and then closing the door behind her, offering them some privacy.

“I know, I know but I just …” Cat pauses, looking a little frustrated. Kara slides a finger under Cat’s chin and lift it, slowly.

“Tell me,” Kara pushes, looking into Cat’s eyes. She knows it’s still hard for Cat to deal with feelings, to accept and express them.

“I don’t sleep when you’re not here,” Cat whispers, looking small and vulnerable. Kara’s heart burst out with love and she leans in to kiss her girlfriend, long and hard. Hands tangle in her hair and a body she now knows by heart presses against hers.

“I love you, Cat Grant. I can’t wait to come back to you,” Kara says softly, randomly dropping a few kisses on Cat’s face. It seems to ease Cat just enough to make a smile appears.

“Please do,” she whispers, leaning forward to place her forehead against the crock of Kara’s shoulder.

“You know I will, Cat. I’m not going anywhere, you’re stuck with me for as long as you’ll have me,” Kara replies, caressing Cat’s hair with one hand and stroking her back with the other. “I’m your idiot, remember?”

That makes Cat laugh and it’s how Kara knows she can go.

—

Kara climbs the stairs leading to their apartment so fast she almost falls a few time. She’s holding her bag, overthrown on one shoulder, with one hand and the other is keeping a bouquet of flowers upright. White lilies, Cat’s favorite.

She drops the bag at her feet and fumbles around to find her keys, barely managing to enter the right one in the lock when the door is thrown open in front of her. She’s expecting Cat but instead, there’s a much older woman in front of her.

“Hello,” says the stranger. “Who are you?”

The woman is smaller than Kara but the commanding presence is oddly familiar. She’s concealing her age fairly well but the creases on her forehead, the crinkles around her eyes and the defined veins on her hands are still giving it away. She’s wrapped in a burgundy ensemble, pants and a matching jacket over a black shirt and she’s wearing heels. Her pixie haircut hardens her features and highlight the dark green of her eyes.

“Uh … I’m Kara, and I live here. Who are you?” Kara asks, frowning at the stranger in her apartment.

“I’m Kat …” the woman says and Kara snorts.

“No you’re not,” Kara replies and the woman throws her an irritated look that’s all too familiar.

“If you let me finish … I’m Katherine Grant, Cat’s mother.”

Kara gapes and stares, unable to says anything. It’s definitely not what she was expecting to come home to.

“You must be … the roommate,” Katherine muses, looking up and down at Kara’s figure. “Are those flowers for us?”

“Us?” Kara repeats, entirely too lost to do anything else.

She’s coming back from a very intense soccer camp training, she’s exhausted, missing her girlfriend and the way this woman is looking at her with something like disdain in her eyes is grating on her nerves.

“My husband and I,” Katherine exaggeratedly articulates, as if she was talking to a dumb person. “I assume my daughter told you about our visit?”

Kara grits her teeth and counts to ten before she manages to plaster a smile on her lips and extends a hand.

“Actually, she probably forgot to tell me. I’ve been away for a few days and just coming back from a sport camp, but here,” Kara gives away the flowers. “I’m Kara Danvers and despite the awkward beginning, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Grant.”

That seems to please Katherine because the faint shadow of a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. It’s barely there but Kara’s taking whatever she can, especially since the 'meeting the parents’ situation didn’t start out so great.

“Is Cat around?” Kara asks, trying not to sound too hopeful.

“She’s on her way back from work, apparently,” a man’s voice echoes behind Katherine. Kara glances further in the living room and see a gentleman in a navy blue three pieces suit standing near one of the bookshelves. He’s taller than his wife, with distinguished features and metallic grey hair perfectly ordered atop his head. His eyes are of a grey-blue color Kara finds oddly comforting.

“Don’t stand in the way dear, do come in,” Katherine gestures for her to step in and Kara tries not to seethe that this stranger is inviting her in her own place. She grabs her bag and excuses herself to her bedroom.

She’s not used her own bedroom in months and it shows. Dust is gathering on her wardrobe, on her desk and on her bed night stands. It’s all too neat, too ordered for her taste. She searches for her phone in her bag and curses when she sees it’s out of power. She plugs it and unpack her stuff while it gathers enough battery to be launched again.

When it finally starts, it vibrates non-stop for about two minutes.

She has eight missed calls and twice as many texts, all from Cat.

“Uh oh,” Kara sighs.

She’s about to call Cat back when her phones goes off, Cat’s calling.

“Hi babe,” Kara greets, smiling from ear to ear.

“Kara, oh my gosh where have you been?” Cat’s panicked and short of breath. “I’ve been trying to call you for hours! Nevermind, whatever you do, don’t show up at the apartment tonight, my parents are in town and they didn’t announce themselves, as usual …”

Kara stays silent after that. She knows Cat’s still not out to her parents, they’ve talked about it and Kara knows Cat isn’t ready but after what happened with Lois, Kara was still expecting some kind of gesture. A step in the right direction. Something to hang onto. This, Cat lying to her about her parents dropping unannounced and asking her to hide until they’re gone, was not great.

The disappointment hurts, like a needle piercing her thick skin and reaching the sensitive part of her.

“You don’t say,” Kara retorts, a little coolly. “Your mother sounds lovely. I have yet to interact with your father though. What should I do, hide in the closet in my bedroom until they’re gone?”

There’s a pause on the other side of the line, before Cat speaks again. “You’re … home?”

Again, this isn’t the excited welcome Kara was expecting. Instead, Cat sounds terrified, slightly sick even.

“You know, sometimes I wonder … am I just a piece of furniture, to you? You sure as hell conveniently seems to forget that I live here, too,” Kara snaps, not handling her disappointment well. She looks at herself in the mirror of her bedroom.

She’s already dressed for it, casual jeans, a red hoodie beneath her leather jacket and she’s wearing her favorite pair of red converses to go with it.

“Nevermind Cat, I’m going to the bar. I wasn’t planning on working tonight but I guess it doesn’t matter anyway,” Kara says, shortly. “Don’t wait for me, I’ll crash at Winn’s tonight. Have fun with your parents.”

Kara hangs up and grabs her keys, her wallet and pushes them in her pocket with her phone. She gets her motorcycle helmet and a backpack she fills with whatever clothes will work as a pyjama, some toiletries and then heads out.

“I’m sorry Mrs and Mr Grant, but I’ve been called out to replace one of my coworkers, out sick. Since I figured you’d like to have some time with your daughter, I won’t intrude that way. Enjoy your dinner,” Kara waves at them and exits her place as fast as she can.

In her pocket, her phone keeps vibrating but she just ignores it.

—

“She’s calling me now, please do something,” Winn says, sounding slightly terrified.

His phone is lit up with Cat’s name above a wallpaper that says 'Breathe and pick up’. It usually makes Kara laugh, but not tonight.

“Nope,” Kara says, ignoring the call and going away to clear some tables and takes a few orders.

“Still no progress?” Alex asks from behind him, and Winn shakes his head.

“I think Cat royally screwed up this time,” Winn says, sadness echoing in his voice. He’s known the Danvers sisters for a long time now and he’s been in their life long enough to recognize when the situation’s really bad.

“I agree,” Alex sighs, worriedly looking at her sister across the bar. “She’s not calling me though, I must be her very last resort …”

“Cat’s terrified of you, so yeah I’m pretty sure you’ll be the very last person she calls,” Winn laughs but it’s hollow, it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“And yet …” Alex mumbles, raising her phone to show Cat’s name etched on it.

“Oh, whow,” Winn lets out a breath. “That bad …”

“Hi Cat,” Alex greets, placing her phone against her ear. She keeps her voice neutral and cool but her eyes are burning with anger.

Winn doesn’t hear what Cat says but the anger flaring up in the older Danvers eyes tells him it’s not good. It calms down pretty quickly though and Winn hears sobs, coming out of Alex’s phone.

“Cat … You did something terribly wrong, there’s no denying it. I know it, Kara knows it, you know it … What’s done is done,” Alex eventually speaks, voice low but clear. “What you can do is apologize. Make up for it. She’s not asking you to come out to your parents, she would never ask that of you. She simply doesn’t want to be or to feel like your dirty secret.”

Winn nods approvingly.

Cat speaks some more and Alex shakes her head.

“Give her some time to cool off, she’ll be back. Cat, I mean it. Do not try to push her, you’ll only manage to do more damage,” Alex warns. “I know my sister, she’s head over heels in love with you, she’ll come around.”

Cat must have asked for some reinsurance because Alex adds, fondly “She’s still your idiot, you know. Just, give her time, give her space.”

After that, Alex hangs up and Winn gives her a knowing look.

—

“Please, don’t leave me,” Cat asks the moment Kara steps back in the apartment, a week after Cat’s parents visit.

Kara’s thrown off by the unexpected greeting, by the vulnerability in her girlfriend’s voice, the red rimmed eyes and the way Cat fidgets with her hands.

She’s standing next to the usual bookshelves in the living room and Kara distractingly notices the picture of Lois & Cat is gone. Cat’s wearing one of Kara’s university sweater, a pale grey hoodie with NCU blazon plastered in blue across the front. It looks too big on her but somehow, it still suits her better than Kara.

“What? No, I’m not here to breakup with you!” Kara frowns, dropping her keys in the usual plate on the small table by the entrance. She hangs her leather jacket next to the door and then turns around to face her girlfriend, who seems at a loss as to what to do.

“Come on,” Kara opens her arms and steps forward, inviting Cat in the embrace. She doesn’t need to tell her twice, Cat all but hurls herself at Kara and holds onto her for dear life.

“I’m so sorry, Kara I’m so sorry, I made a mistake, or a few …” Cat sobs against Kara’s shoulder and Kara feels fingers twist into the red fabric of her hoodie, tangling in it really. “I didn’t know … I didn’t want to … I’m …”

“Cat, look at me,” Kara pulls back just enough so she could meet Cat’s eyes. The hazel is dimmed, reddish and it’s all puffy but Kara still finds that Cat is the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen. “I know, okay? I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. I know you, and I believe you when you says you reacted poorly.”

Cat takes a deep breath and then shakes her head, hands still holding onto Kara’s hoodie.

“I never meant to make you feel like a dirty little secret, Kara,” Cat says, voice a little steadier. Kara doesn’t interrupt, her arms still wrapped around her girlfriend’s silhouette. “It was so very wrong and I am truly, really sorry about the way I treated you.”

“Thank you,” Kara nods, accepting the apology and acknowledging Cat’s efforts at offering one. “I know you panicked and you did tell me you’re not exactly good with feelings, I should have anticipated it. I’m sorry I ran away and gave you the cold shoulder for a while.”

“I hated it. Every second of it. I’ve missed you, Kara,” Cat whispers, resting her forehead against Kara’s collarbone and stepping in closer.

“I’ve missed you too, Cat. Just, don’t freak out on me the next time your parents are in town, okay?” Kara asks, lifting Cat’s chin and leaning in for a kiss.

It’s incredibly soft and tender, slightly hesitant too. It lasts for a little while but then Cat’s wrapping a hand around Kara’s neck and pulling her in closer, moaning into the kiss. The next thing Kara knows, they’re stumbling backward to Cat’s bedroom, clothes flying in every direction and greedy hands reaching for smooth skin. Cat’s whispering her name in a way that makes Kara’s knees go really weak but she still manages to sweep Cat off the ground, groaning at the way Cat’s thighs close around her waist.

“Bold move, my love,” Cat chuckles but her eyes are dark with lust and impatience and she leans forward to kiss Kara senseless.

“Hmf,” Kara’s replies gets muffled in the kiss and it’s not long before they’re finally falling into Cat’s bed, Kara’s hands already roaming Cat’s body, worshipping it really.

It’s been way too long since they hadn’t been intimate and there’s a certain tenderness into the way Kara takes her sweet time to kiss every inch of Cat’s skin, lingering on some soft spots and biting into some others, guiding Cat’s hands and murmuring words of love. Cat’s still clinging to her in a way that betrays her fears so Kara kisses her eyelashes and murmurs “I’m not going anywhere Cat. I’m yours, remember?” Cat looks at her with such awe and wonder in her eyes, Kara laughs and kisses her, loving her with everything she is, everything she has to offer, all the love she feels.

It’s very early in the morning when they finally fall asleep, tangled together in Cat’s bed.

—

“Cat? Cat sweetheart, are you in there?”

Kara jolts awake at the sound of Katherine Grant’s voice, coming from the living room. It takes a few seconds before the reality of that statement catch up with her brain.

“Cat! Cat wake up, your mother’s here,” Kara hisses, rolling around in the bed and missing the edge, falling on the ground with a loud thud and a swear word.

“Humpf,” Cat grumbles, grabbing a pillow and placing it over her head. Kara has never cursed the fact her girlfriend wasn’t a morning person so hard before. “Too early.”

“For fuck sake, Cat, wake up!” Kara groans as she rises up from the ground and looks around for something to throw on herself. She’s naked and if her memory serves her well, most of their clothes are still in the living room. She grabs a sweater that hangs from the side of Cat’s wardrobe and starts searching for some trousers or at least the very least, underwear.

“What are you doing up? Come back to bed,” Cat mumbles and Kara feels a hand run along her legs as she moves around the bed.

“Cat!” Kara grabs her girlfriend and gently shakes her awake. “Cat, your mother is here, in our living room, where we left all of our clothes last night …”

“My … mother?” Cat suddenly looks wide awake, if not a little pale and unsteady.

“Yes, your mother …” Kara nods, wincing as Katherine’s calling for Cat again. “Come on, get dressed and get out of the room, I’m going to hide in your bathroom.”

“No, don’t hide,” Cat states and Kara freezes, looking unsure. Cat moves to stand on her knees on the mattress and she reaches out for Kara’s face, pulling her down for a kiss. It’s slow and loving, sure too.

“Uh, Cat?” Kara asks, a little dazzled.

“No more hiding,” Cat murmurs again, a shy smile gracing her lips.

“Cat, I’m coming in,” Katherine announces and before Kara can hide or move, really, the bedroom door is thrown open and Cat’s mother’s standing in the door frame.

“There you are,” Katherine smiles. Her eyes linger on the scene in front of her but she doesn’t look in the least phased. “We brought breakfast, care to join us?”

Cat looks as dumbfounded as Kara feels and they exchange a confused look.

“What?” Katherine asks, frowning.

“You … You’re not mad?” Cat dares to ask, reaching for Kara’s hand and squeezing it. Kara returns the gesture and steps closer to her, protective.

“Mad? Why would I?” Katherine seems entirely too at ease and Kara feels really out of her depths here, but she doesn’t move.

“Uh …” Cat is at a loss for words, clearly.

“You mean, that you’re dating a woman? Please,” Katherine makes a dismissive hand gesture that seems to be destined to no one in particular. “You never fooled anyone, Cat. Your father and I have known since the day you came home babbling about this special friend of your, Olivia was it?”

“Olivia? But I was … in highschool,” Cat says, eyes wide.

“Well, yes, and?” Katherine frowns again, as if Cat’s addition wasn’t relevant in any way.

“I didn’t … I didn’t even … know, back then!” Cat protests, looking really confused.

“You didn’t, but we did. Now, put on some clothes and join us for breakfast,” Katherine orders and she turns her gaze to Kara. “For God’s sake, put on some pants Kara! Then you’re welcome to join us, I would love to know more about my daughter’s girlfriend.”

After that, she closes the door and the sound of her heels fades away back to the kitchen.

For a moment, neither Cat or Kara speak.

They’re too stunned to even think about anything to say.

“What did just happen?” Kara eventually wonders out loud, breaking the strange quiet of the room.

“I have … no idea,” Cat replies, shocked.

“I think … as far as a coming out goes … this one should wins some kind of award,” Kara eventually chuckles, shaking her head and resuming her search for something to wear.

“What are you doing?” Cat asks.

“Uh … finding something to wear?” Kara replies, opening Cat’s wardrobe. “Your mother all but ordered me to put on some pants …”

“I like you better without your pants on,” Cat muses, voice low and seductive. It sends a shiver down Kara’s spine.

“Oh no no no. Don’t give me that look, Cat. Your parents are literally in the next room and I’ve already went through enough embarrassing time with them to last a lifetime,” Kara shakes her head and steps away from the bed, out of Cat’s reach. “Come on, get up, get dressed. We’re having breakfast with your parents.”

“Here’s a sentence I never thought I would hear coming from my girlfriend,” Cat smiles, eyes alight with joy and happiness, love.

“Something tells me we should get used to it, too,” Kara smiles back and moves closer to kiss Cat. “I love you, Cat Grant.”

“I love you too, Kara Danvers,” Cat whispers against Kara’s lips. “My idiot.” THE END

#Supercat #Kara x Cat #Lucy x Alex #Sentences prompt #I can't believe it's so long #Seriously #I'm exhausted #Supercat AU #Kara x Cat AU #University AU #Roommates AU #OMG THEY WERE ROOMMATES #I seriously used a whole bunch of clichés in there #Also re-used some good stuff like Kara being a soccer player #rated E

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