#that little lena cheek bite;)

[rustingcat]

Me and @maddiedrawz had some fun with more drawings, so we made a little pile 😌

[bluesidez]

Can I request a Miguel O'Hara x Curvy reader where they both get intoxicated from sex pollen ??

[Sticky-Icky]

lab taster: @waterinthefire 🩻

pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Curvy!Reader

summary: He's a lot less irritating when he puts his mouth to better use.

content warning: a PWP but you guys know me (there's a little plot), this is so 18+ that it's crazy so MDNI, sex pollen (or more like Miguel is playing around and doesn't know wtf he's doing), unprotected p in v sex (WRAP IT UP 🫵🏾) manhandling, temperature play if you squint, standing 69, facefucking, creampies, wrong use of webs, biting, breeding, spitting, squirting, cunnilingus, fellatio, fluff if you squint...I think that's it. my god.

word count: 4.3k, halfway proofread

a/n: Listening to Sticky by Ravyn Lenae inspired part of this. Also watching several episodes of Kitchen Nightmares, Hell’s Kitchen, and Law & Order: SVU in the bg kept me sane. And one more rewatch of ATSV.

My duty as a fanfic writer is fulfilled as I give you this mandatory trope. 🫡

When you first started working at Spider HQ, you were amazed by the fact that one man was able to create all of this.

It was astounding, beyond what the gray tones of Nueva York could ever present to you.

Now, you think back to your glittering eyes during the first year working here and laugh.

Working for Miguel O’Hara was like squeezing a watermelon through a straw. He was impossible.

Nothing you did was ever satisfactory for him. Something could always be fixed. Sometimes, you wonder why he still kept you employed here.

Currently, he was turning his nose up at a salve you were working on for spiders whose healing time wasn’t nearly as quick as others.

“Run a new test. This batch is no good.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“The formula could be better, it’s too thick, and why does it smell like that?”

The scent was similar to one you wore often and a lot of the spider-people that swung by the pharmacy seemed to like it.

“Uh, jade tea.”

The pinch in Miguel’s eyebrows deepened as he sniffed the air.

“Switch it to something else.”

You huffed, already tired of this conversation, “Well, what smell do you suggest?”

“Anything but this.”

“How about lavender, then? Perhaps peppermint.”

“And now, you’re being childish,” Miguel put the tin down before placing his hands on his hips. “You know there’s spider-people who can’t smell too much of that.”

“Yeah, I got it.”

He plopped a giant file on your desk, “Deal with that later. I need you to work on something else. For some reason, villains across dimensions are obtaining access to a substance similar to rapture. Every time there’s a mission, the spider-person of that dimension has been left affected. I need something to subside the effects until we can get them back here.”

“Ok, well do you have the substance with you?”

“No. But I’ll get you something soon. For now, I have a year’s worth of research on rapture. It should be of some use.”

You took the rubber band off of the manilla folder, something so old school for this era of tech.

You saw a line of formulas that started to make your head spin.

“Are there a lot of people affected right now?”

“Only a few. They’ve used the leftover solution I made a long time ago. It’s only going to work for so long,”

“Good. I need to sleep on this.”

Miguel’s head knocked back an inch, “Are you refusing work? The state of the heroes of different universes relies on this research. It’s not some science project-“

“I understand completely, Miguel, but I’m off the clock.”

He stopped and checked his watch, the red six o’clock burning back on him.

“I only work the hours you pay me, Spidey,” you reach to pat his arm and regret it when his stern face doesn’t move.

“Not interested in paid overtime?”

You bit your cheek to stop the laugh from coming out.

“That’s nice and all, but I’ve got plans.”

“Like what?”

“Like resting, sleeping, not touching lab work with a you-sized pole. All of these are things you aren’t familiar with. Plus, I have a date.”

A pause went through the room as you started to gather your things.

“Since when do you date?”

You push your chair under your desk harder than you mean to, “Since when do you care?”

“I,” he follows to the elevator, “care about my employees.”

“Sure, Miguel.”

If it weren’t for your tired state, you would think he looks a little sad at your statement.

“See you tomorrow, then?”

The doors start to close as you nod your head, Miguel’s gaze stuck just above your head.

Weird. Just like his frequent stops to your lab.

The feeling doesn’t leave your gut even as you’re smiling in your date’s face.

One minute, you’re laughing at a story about some amateur skateboarders Downtown, and the next, an electric billboard is being covered in tiny nano-spiders across the street.

“So the guy just takes one step on the board and then he’s flying. A straight line across the park.”

“That’s,” the spiders start to crawl into different lines. Then a logo forms, displaying the spider on Miguel’s suit next to an exclamation point. “So hilarious.”

Your date chuckles then follows your gaze, the silence too long, “Is there something wrong?”

The nano-spiders flipped around, the regular billboard showing like normal. You squint.

“No, I thought I saw something. Must have been my imagination.”

“You did say you were a little tired from work. Should we raincheck? We can always catch a movie another time.”

You wanted to say no, you’d been looking forward to tonight.

The billboard flickered to a little picture of Lyla with “SOS” above her head.

“Yeah, I should probably get going. Sorry about this.”

The way he doesn’t sweat you practically ditching him makes your heart pang. You’re already dreading another night exhausted and alone. Your date seemed promising.

You wave at him from your taxi, the route leading back to Spider HQ feeling like torture. You unclasp your purse and check your gizmo.

40 missed messages.

It’s not until you’re walking into the regular lobby that you turn it on.

“What is so important that you waste Margo’s time to interrupt my time?”

Lyla pops in your peripheral, hands up and wary, “I’m only doing what boss asks! Don’t get mad at me.”

“Lyla, why am I back here right now?”

“Well, Miguel has gotten himself in some particular trouble.”

You punch the elevator button, “Get to the point, please.”

“He went into your lab to try and start the solution he talked about earlier. After his first accident, he’s never had any luck with lab work, so uh. He’s kind of made a mess.”

The elevator moves and you look at Lyla, “What kind of mess?”

The doors open and you can smell it before you see it.

It’s poignant, like perfume soaked roses and patchouli. The scent hits you hard enough to make you grip the metal opening as you come out.

“What exactly did he do?” you breathe out.

Your limbs start to shake, nerves drumming from the inside out. A weight feels like it landed on your core, your stomach twitching as you continued to take in whatever had transpired.

“Something about DNA splicing and plants. I can trace his movements back if you’d like, but I’m also currently trying to figure out how to reverse it.”

“Great.”

You swing open the door to a disheveled Miguel. He’s sweating profusely as he tries to clean up your lab desk.

Before you can even begin to yell he’s fussing, “Lyla, I told you not to call her!”

“But you obviously don’t know what you’re doing.”

He bites his lip as he tries not to look at you, fingers trembling as he starts to store materials back into their drawers.

“Thought you had a date.”

“And I thought I told you stay away from my station,” you feel like a baby deer walking over to him.

When you get closer he sucks in his breath like you cut him, stopping in his tracks.

“I don’t think you should be near me,” he grunts. His eyes are dark, lips swollen with the way he’s biting them.

“What are you talking about? I’m trying to help you.”

You round the corner of the desk, the image of you two almost comical. Miguel moves to the edge of the desk, chest moving faster, while you chase after him trying to get a hand on his forehead.

He felt extremely cold compared to the numbness of your palm, despite how flushed he looked. His eyes close as your hand slides from his head to his neck, muscles there tensing.

“Please. Don’t,” he whispers.

“Who else is coming here to save you?” you ask, frustrated. “What did you do anyway?”

He doesn’t answer as he peers at you. Your heart is beating faster and you can’t tell if it’s because of the air or because of the way he looks like he’s about to climb you.

Every move you made felt like sharp pricks in your skin, the tight material of your dress digging into your hips. It felt like the ends of burning flames and you wanted it off. Your breaths were picking up and you couldn’t quite comprehend what was going on other than Miguel being your cooling solution.

“Miguel,” you sounded like you ran a marathon when all you did was step into his space.

“It’s the shocking formula that I screwed up. That’s why everything feels-“

“Like I need you,” you interrupt. “Like I want you on top of me.”

The insides of your thighs were fighting against themselves to stay together, the urge to let your legs fall around him strong.

“That’s just the chemicals talking. W-we can get somewhere safe and separated.”

You grab the back of his neck and pull yourself even closer, his hands gripping the table like a lifeline as he groans.

“So you don’t want me?” you press against him, caging a knee around him right next to his hand. “You don’t think about me?”

You can almost feel his heartbeat matching yours as you pull yourself up.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You don’t wonder how I feel when you come into my lab snooping around? How I feel when you come in here barking orders?”

Your face is in his neck and you feel yourself clench around nothing as you take a deep breath. He smells like coffee and fabric softener, but there’s an underlying wave of musk. Of something so unbelievably him and you want to keep that scent close forever.

“I imagine you’re annoyed. But a job is a job.”

“But you still come in here asking for things you know someone else can do,” your panties are soaked, and from the way his nose flares, you know he knows. “Why?”

His teeth grit as you start to grind on him, the feeling giving you an inch of relief that only makes you want more.

“I, I don’t- It’s because I,” the counter began to crack under his hands. His muscles were pulled taut. “Dios, ay��dame.”

Maybe you were wrong, and your hazy mind only brought thoughts from the subconscious one.

“Fine. I get that you don’t like me but could you at least give me some type of relief?” you were whining in his ears at this point, a complete 180 of how you left him earlier today. With every grind of your hips, you left noises in his skin, desperate.

The desk made a terrible sound as Miguel finally lets go and grabs around your waist. Your breath is slammed out of you as your back hits the wall, Miguel’s hand holding your head to stop it from crashing into the wall too.

Your throat makes a gargled sound as Miguel licks down your jaw, his talons ripping into your dress. His tongue swipes into your mouth, breaths rapid as he finally gets a taste.

“I do like you. More than I should,” his words were passed right into you. “You and your smart mouth.”

“Then stop talking and do something about it.”

A yank in your hair stops your complaints, Miguel kissing down your side. Every press of his lips left a chilly flutter. Your hips are moving frantically, patience wearing thin. Right as you’re about to say something again, he flips you, the layers of your dress falling as he rips into your panties.

The blood rushes to your head as he takes a bite into your thigh, sucking as your legs fall to his shoulders.

You moan his name, hands gripping at his thighs. His kisses led to your lips, swollen and dripping. From your clit to your entrance, he groaned as he covered you, drinking like you were water in the middle of the night.

You felt like you were going to slip, but Miguel’s arms were looped around your legs, not letting go. His suit was in your way, your mouth salivating as his crotch stared back at you. Your fingers could only dig as far as his suit allows and you have half a mind to call Lyla to disengage it.

“Please,” you sigh as you rub his bulge with your cheek. “I need it so bad.”

“Cállate,” he hums, face delving deeper into you. The sound of him licking up every drop echos off the cool walls and the light of his suit dims away letting you see what you’ve been waiting for.

His length hits your chin, precum spilling down and you’ve never been more excited for a man to go commando. You open your mouth and let your breath hit him as you take a swipe down to his balls.

Miguel’s grunts and shifts his hips back. His tip swerves around your face as he tries to find your mouth without unlatching his jaw from your sex. You help out with the last bit of sanity you have, and once you wrap your lips around him, his hips snap hard onto you.

All you can feel is Miguel entering you from top to bottom, his hands keeping you stationed in your position. There’s no room to do anything as he’s devouring you and taking your breath away at the same time. Two of his fingers sink into you, and you jerk from the difference between his skin and his tongue.

Miguel nibbles at the hood of your clit, urging you to be still. Whenever his fingers leave you, his pelvis fills your senses. Your throat gags around him, spit building to keep up with his thrusts.

“So good,” he hums. His pace picks up and the tears in your eyes fall to the floor. “Made for me. Only me.”

Your fingers wrap around his thighs and squeeze tight, your vision fading as you try to take in pockets of air. The shake in your legs and the broken moans that escaped your lips only ignited him.

“Bebé,” his hips stutter. He’s sloppy as he drools over the entrance, voice loud. “Bebé, you’re so, ngh.”

He cums down your throat, balls twitching against your face. You close your eyes and try to swallow everything, jaw aching. Miguel groans your name as he slides his dick out to the tip, a few spurts still landing on your lips. You cough, position making everything go north.

The taste of him was delicious, but you needed more of him elsewhere. Your mouth was as drenched as your cunt and yet you still felt empty.

When Miguel flips you back upright, you’re ready to pounce on him again. The state of you both is alarming. Your breasts have completely fallen out of your dress, that black thing barely holding on by its zipper. Miguel’s suit is phasing in and out in the most obscene places. There’s slick up to his eyebrows and his cum is all over your cheeks.

He grabs your jaw and runs his tongue over your face, cleaning up his mess. You let him live in his own bubble before that burning in your core came back.

Your nails dig into his shoulders and your whispers of “more” come to light. You’re clawing at him like a cat begging him to do something, anything, to make this feeling go away.

“Miguel,” you gasp as he sinks his teeth into your skin. “Miguel, it hurts. Fix it, Miggy, please.”

You guide his hands down your body and place them on your ass. His touch sates you for only a moment, but your body reacts as if he needs to be deep in your bones. He spreads your ass and groans as the sound of how eager you are for him follows.

“You’re not ready,” are the words that make you even more frustrated. Your hands pushing and pulling at him, ready to try and put him where you want him to go.

He clicks his teeth and flexes his wrists. His webs tie your wrists together, neon red strings leaving a buzz on your skin. He yanks your dress off and you stumble with the motions.

The clinical room doesn’t aid the building heat you feel, but Miguel turning you around and pressing you into the wall as he cuts the rest of your panties off does.

He squats and grabs two hands full of you.

He spits onto your hole, mesmerized as he watches it slide to your entrance. “Qué hermosa,” he whispers.

You bend, whimpering as your folds cover his nose, clenching and grinding.

“God,” you sigh. Something this small was going to bring you to the edge so quickly. “D-don’t stop.”

“Greedy,” Miguel says as if he’s not moving the fat of your ass to nudge his face into you. The arch in your back deepens as he continues and your whines get higher.

He smacks your right cheek, sound echoing off the metal tables, and you shout his name as you coat his tongue.

Tranquility clears your mind for a second, one where the flowery scent in the air is less strong.

The peace leaves just as fast as it came when Miguel gets rid of his suit and stands behind you in all of his glory.

His eyes followed from your dewey face to the curve of your hips to bitten thighs to feet with one heel still on.

“He didn’t deserve to see this,” he says.

“W-what?”

Miguel ignores you and pulls your wrists up straight, a confused noise leaving you. He wraps another web around your ankles and huffs. He sets your arms under your chest, your hands in front of you like a prayer.

When he picks you up by your waist, his dick lines up with your ass.

He groans as he grinds, watching himself disappear and reappear.

You try to move with him, “No, not there. Inside.”

“You’re always so distracting,” he growls. He slides his length between your thick thighs and you nearly scream as his hips hit your ass, his tip just barely passing over your clit. “Can never think straight when I see you.”

He rubbed over the bite he left on your shoulder, “So pretty. My pretty baby.”

His low voice right in your ears only made you wetter. He was holding you like you were his toy, fucking the inside of your thighs with ease.

Miguel could cry watching your ass bounce on his stomach. Your legs were soft and warm and he just couldn’t stop.

“Want you so bad. Need to fuck you again and again and again,” he said as your thighs quivered around him.

“Please, Miguel. Make me yours,” your voice crowded the sound of his grunts as he held you up and pounded away.

Those were the magic words to get him to lean back with a firm grip on you and release all over the wall. It was everywhere, from your legs to the wall to the ceiling.

He set you to the floor with shaky arms, and you started to sob.

All of this and you still wanted more. If this was making you feel this insane, you can only imagine the small relief Miguel was feeling after being exposed for longer.

“C’mere,” he pulls you to the bare floor and cuts the webs. You immediately try to climb him, legs wrapping around his waist.

He was painfully hard for someone who came twice now.

Your cries of “inside” slur together, tears running down your face. Miguel was no better, fangs dripping with venom and the hairs on skin raised.

The two of you tussle as Miguel tries to keep your hips to stay stationary. You kept jerking in order to get some sort of friction but he was baring his teeth to get you to quit.

You dip your nails into his shoulders and arms while he drags a talon down your sternum to snap your bra off.

A clatter of your stiletto sounds off across the room as he pinches your thigh, “Easy, beautiful. Let me take care of you, yeah?”

“Fucking hurry,” you whine.

He shushes as he plunges inside of you, the noise you both make as loud as a choir.

Your eyes roll back as Miguel presses, bending your body in half.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Miguel leans to whisper onto your lips.

Tight is the first thing that comes to mind and heat is the next.

He moves his hips up and slams back down, your ass shifting from the pressure.

“Miguel!”

“That’s it. Talk to me.” All of that chatter earlier and now you can barely get out a word.

“H-harder,” your hands don’t know where to go. They’re grabbing Miguel, they’re falling next to your head, they’re grabbing at your breasts as Miguel jerks your body.

Miguel goes to open your jaw, lips pulling on your tongue to suck. It’s tender and sensual compared to the way his balls are slapping against you. There’s a ring of white on his shaft getting thicker and thicker as he continues.

“Pretty thing,” he says as he lets your tongue go, a string of saliva falling to your neck. “Watched you on the cameras. Always.”

That stirs something in you, a spark in your chest as you see stars.

“Did you want to do this to me when you watched me?” you manage out.

“Yes.”

“I can put on a show for you next time.”

“Yes.”

“You can come in here. ‘N fuck me over the counter.”

“Sí, sí, baby,” his hands push your knees next to your head and he ruts against you. His thighs were straining as he took and took.

A yell pulls itself from your core, that burning feeling getting a crash of cold water. The dam bursts and you’re running all over Miguel, essence leaving every time he inches out and back in.

“Gonna fill you up,” he rasps, eyes glazed over.

You nod your head, clenching and pulsing around him.

His eyes don’t leave yours as he shudders against you. You suck him in, gaining a deep moan from him, “Así, bebé. Take it.”

It’s like you can finally think as his cum overflows, your heart rate finally slowing.

He stares at you as you both come back to reality. Your body is limp, the weight of Miguel making itself known.

“Holy shit,” you wiggle and he catches the hint. He lifts a bit and pulls out. The swirl of you two falls out of you in waves. “What. The fuck.”

“God,” Miguel mumbles. “No shocking way we just did that.”

“You can’t say that when the evidence is leaking out of me.”

Miguel groans as he watches you, your face pouty and your hole glistening. It was intoxicating.

His dick twitches, coming to life again the longer he watches.

“‘M sorry in advance,” he says as he pulls you into his lap.

“Just take care of it, O’Hara.”

The two of you sat in the middle of the floor, breathing hard. Pieces of consciousness were starting to come back.

“You looked stunning tonight,” Miguel said. He looked at your shredded dress on the floor. “I’m glad he won’t see you in that dress anymore.”

The snort that leaves your nose turns into a full-blown laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“You just took my soul ten times over and you’re worried about a guy I just met less than a week ago. I fear I’m ruined for anyone else.”

“Oh,” he smiles. “Good.”

“You still should take me on a date. You’ve got a lot to explain.”

Flashes of him confessing to his habit of watching you from afar come back, “O-of course.”

“And you owe me a new dress.”

“On it.”

Lyla pops up next to you both, a blindfold over her shades, “Is it safe to talk to you guys now?”

Miguel checks his gizmo, “I think we’re good for about forty minutes. The effects are starting to wear off.”

“Excellent!” She throws the fabric to the side, “Oh my god, this room is a mess.”

You look at the array of substances over the room and grimace. The entire hall will have to be on lockdown.

“Well, I managed to vent out the solution. You two should be ok soon.”

You lean on Miguel’s chest and close your eyes, happy to hear good news.

“Kind of sad that this is what it took for you to confess, Miguel,” she comments.

“Lyla!”

You laugh again, “Some confession.”

“That’s enough,” Miguel scowls.

Your giggles die down as you pull yourself onto Miguel’s thigh, bubbles in your chest molding into moans as you start to grind over his thigh.

“I’m starting to think you guys are just bluffing,” Lyla gags before she disappears. “Let me know when you’re done.”

“I think,” you nuzzle into his neck, “this’ll be the last time. I’m tired.”

“If not, we can take it to my house.”

The world blurs again as you and Miguel connect under the white lights.

Take a shot every time I say breath or breathe 😭. Anywho, as always, if you enjoyed, please like, reblog, and COMMENT!

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♕ No Matter What - Part 17 | Lena Luthor ♕

Pairing: Lena Luthor x reader

Warnings: mature content, cursing, and slight angst (if you squint)

Summary: Lex is gone for good and Lena returns. . .

Previous Part | Masterlist

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Lena looks nervous when she steps past me into the apartment, but then her eyes land on my crutch and her eyes fill with tears.

Her chin wobbles and she holds out her hands as if to touch me before lowering them again, thinking better of it when I take a step back. “Y/N. . .”

I swallow thickly and close the door, limping toward the couch. “What do you want?” I ask, my voice coming out hoarse.

She left when I needed her the most and even though her green eyes still make my stomach flip when they meet mine, I can’t prevent all the pent up hurt and anguish from clawing at my throat.

Lena doesn’t say anything, her eyes just dance between me and all the half-packed boxes around the living room.

“I’m serious, Lena,” I repeat myself, “what are you doing here?”

Her tear filled eyes meet mine and instead of answer she just whispers, “You’re leaving?”

I scoff and avert my eyes, picking at a loose thread on one of the throw pillows. “What do you care?”

“What do you mean? I care about you,” she says quietly, the hurt evident in her voice.

I swallow the growing lump in my throat and look up to stare at her incredulously. “You do? Well, I guess then you have a very unique way of showing it.”

There’s no bite behind my words, only sadness and a little frustration.

Lena bites her lower lip and looks down, ashamed. “I-I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“You’re sorry?” I ask, my voice low. “Is that all you have to say after disappearing off the face of the Earth when I needed you the most?”

“I—No, Y/N. You don’t understand,” she stutters, wringing her hands. “What Lex did— It’s my fault. You were shot because of me and I blamed myself for it, so I stayed away. But then I realized how selfish I was being, and I was only keeping my distance because I couldn’t face you and the guilt that came with seeing you hurt. That was a week after what happened and I wanted to come see you, but by then I thought I was too late. I’d stayed away too long and I was afraid that if I saw you again you’d hate me and I couldn’t bear it, so I left.”

I press the heels of my hands against my eyes and take a deep breath. “Lena. . . I don’t blame you for what happened. It’s not your fault.”

I hear her take a breath, probably ready to object, but I continue before she can say anything.

“But I needed you. . .” I whisper. “I was hurt and worried and just wanted to see you, and you weren’t there.”

I drop my hands into my lap and look at Lena who’s watching me with silent tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. She hasn’t even taken off her winter coat yet and seeing her this uncomfortable and unsure in my space tugs at my heart.

“Even my father showed up,” I add with a pained half-smile. “My father, Lena. . .”

Lena’s mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water before her entire face crumbles and she starts sobbing into her hands. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry-sorry.”

She hiccups and breaks down in front of me and it only takes a whisperd You deserve so much better than me for me to get up and take her into my arms.

She flinches at the fist touch, shaking in the embrace, but then she starts sobbing against my neck, her arms finding their way around my middle.

Her nose is cold against my skin and makes me shiver and the sound of her whimpers and sniffles makes me tear up as well.

“That’s not true,” I murmur against her temple.

Lena pushes her face further into my neck and shakes her head. “It is. I keep hurting you, and all you do is worry about me and keep me from feeling bad about myself.”

I sigh and close my eyes, feeling a sense a peace wash over me when the smell of her lavender scented shampoo clouds my senses.

It is true, she’s hurt me more than once now, but neither times it was ill intent that drove her to do what she did. It was insecurity, guilt, and fear, and I, more than anyone else, knows what that’s like.

There are some things that are unforgivable, things like what my dad did and said to me, but this? I know, deep down in my heart that I will, in time, be able to forgive Lena for this.

Maybe not right now, and maybe not for a couple days, or weeks, or months even, but eventually I will.

I card my fingers through Lena’s hair and press my cheek against her temple. “You’ve hurt me, yes, and it probably won’t be the last time, but there will come a time when I’m the one hurting you,” I whisper. “That’s how things go, just— Please believe me when I say that I don’t blame you for what Lex did.”

“Y/N. . .” she protests weakly but I shush her and press a kiss to the top of her head.

“It’s okay. We’re going to be okay, but I need some time away from everything. I have to figure out who I want to be and what I want to do,” I say, still running my fingers through her hair.

Lena nods slowly and pulls back so her bloodshot eyes can meet mine. “But you’re coming back, right?”

I smile and cup her cheeks, my stimach flipping when she leans into the touch. “Of course. No matter what.”

Lena exhales shakily. “When are you leaving?”

I look at the boxes scattered around the living room and bite the inside of my cheek before answering. “The day after tomorrow.”

“W-What?” She doesn’t pull away, but she tightens her grip around my middle. “But it’s Christmas in a week.”

I cringe, hearing her say it like that, as though she was planning on spending it with me, but I deliberately set everything up this way because my parents will most definitely try to stop by on Christmas and by then I want to be gone already.

“This is just because of your parents?” she asks after I explain my reasoning and I nod, watching as she frowns in thought.

“So if it weren’t for them you’d stay a little longer?” she probes and I nod again, not entirely sure where she’s going with this until she says, “I’m not trying to convince you to stay for good, but if this is really just because of your parents would you— I don’t know— would you maybe consider staying just a little longer? Just until Christmas is over. . .You could even stay at my place— or Sam’s if that makes you more comfortable. That way you don’t have to worry about your parents showing up. I just— I really want to start making things up to you and I kinda already got you a gift.”

Caught off guard by her rambling, I take a step back with wide eyes.

She wants to spend Christmas with me?

I watch her fidget, unable to say anything until she begins backpedaling, obviously mistaking my stunned silence for rejection.

“O-Or not, you know, it’s up to you. I’m sorry. . .God, why am I so selfish. This is not about me. You should—“

“Hey, stop,” I cut her off gently, grabbing her hands to stop her wild gesturing.

She swallows thickly, her brows pulled together in embarrassment and I smile softly to ease her mind a bit.

“I can stay a little longer. I’ll just have to contact the movers to let them know about the change of plans.” I say.

Lena’s whole face lights up and in the blink of an eye her arms are thrown around my neck and she’s pulling me into a bone crushing hug. “Thank you. You can’t imagine how much that means to me.”

I chuckle lowly and return the embrace, running my hands up and down her back. “I don’t have a present for you though, so if that’s a problem for you I might have to reconsider.”

She laughs—full on laughs at that and the sound of it makes me grin. “You don’t have to get me anything. I just want you.”

I just want you. . .

Those words make my knees weak and my heart leap in my chest, and I close my eyes, savoring the moment.

Yeah, we’re definitely going to be okay.

“Hey guys!” Lena giggles, opening the door to her apartment to greet Sam, Ruby and me.

Since I’m still not entirely over her running away yet, I decided it would be best if I stayed with Sam, which is why I’ve been living in her guest bedroom for the last week.

Lena and I have gotten coffee and had lunch almost every day since then though, working through our issues and discussing where we want our relationship to go.

We decided not to get serious just yet because I need some more time to get over what happened and also because neither of us is a huge fan of long distance. We will be keeping in touch though and I promised her we’ll go on a real date once I get back.

Tonight is Christmas eve and Lena is hosting because she has the biggest apartment and when I glance past her while she’s pulling Sam and Ruby into a hug, I make out Kara, Winn, James and Alex, mingling by the fireplace next to the Christmas tree.

Surprisingly my parents haven’t tried to contact me yet, but I’m sure it will happen sooner rather than later. Especially when they go to my apartment and find it empty.

“Hey.” Lena’s soft voice brings me back to reality and I shift my eyes from inside the apartment to her.

She’s in a gorgeous, black, off shoulder dress and her dark hair has been styled to flow down her back in soft curls.

It makes me feel a little underdressed in my simple shirt and dress pants, but it’s what Sam picked out for me, so I guess I’ll just have to go with it.

“Lena,” I say, limping toward her on my crutch. “You look beautiful.”

She blushes with a coy smile and wraps her arms around my neck in a gentle hug. “Thank you. I’m happy you’re here. “

Her body is warm against mine and I squeeze her waist with the hand that’s not still holding onto the crutch before pulling back and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Me too.”

Her sparkling green eyes meet mine and she drops her arms from around my neck just to take my hand into hers, interlacing our fingers.

I smile at the act and nod when she eyes me questioningly, letting her lead me into the apartment. By now everyone knows that I’m not just her former bodyguard, so I don’t mind the PDA as long as it doesn’t go any further than handholding and kisses on cheeks.

The lights are dimmed and soft Christmas music is playing from a record player by the lit fireplace. The tree next to it is decorated with fairy lights and classic red ornaments, and candles are lit on the set dining table.

“It smells great, Lena,” Sam says when we join everyone in the living room.

“Thanks, but I can’t take all the credit,” Lena deflects politely as she pulls me to sit on the couch with her. “Alex and Kara helped me cook.”

I smile and put my crutch down on the floor so no one trips over it, leaning back into the cushions without letting go of Lena’s hand.

Alex raises her glass in acknowledgment and Kara waves off the compliment. “It was really nothing,” she says and everyone chuckles.

“Of course you’d say that,” Alex teases. “All you did was put on a cooking playlist and taste test the yams.”

Kara’s jaw drops and she scoffs. “That’s not true!”

Lena hums next to me and when I look over I see her smirking at the younger Danvers sister. “You’re right. You also ate most of the marshmallows and almost burned down the kitchen trying to caramelize the walnuts.”

Everyone laughs at that and Kara rolls her eyes with a huff. “Alright, alright. Go ahead and laugh, but once you’re done can we please talk about the fact that Winn’s tie doesn’t match his shirt?”

“Huh?” Winn stops sipping from his beer and frowns down at his tie. “What’s wrong with my tie?”

“Nothing.”

“Everything.”

James playfully glares at Alex who smiles smugly over the rim of her wine glass.

After a beat of silence, Winn just shrugs and mumbles a whatever before the whole group returns to playfully bantering and chatting about nothing and everything.

I just sit back and relax, enjoying the familiarity of it all while running my thumb over the back of Lena’s hand.

She’s leaning against my side, chiming in on the conversation every now and then until the oven dings, signaling that dinner is ready.

“Yay! I’m starving,” Kara chirps, moving to the kitchen to take out the turkey. Alex follows her to help and James and Winn push themselves off the wall next to the fireplace to take a seat at the table.

“Can I sit next to you, Y/N?” Ruby asks and I nod.

“Of course kiddo.” I ruffle her hair and Sam smiles at me as she pulls her daughter off the couch and toward the table.

I bend down to grab my crutch, but before I can get to my feet Lena squeezes my hand, making me look at her.

“Are you okay?” she asks quietly, watching me with concern. “You’ve barely said anything. Is it your leg?”

I chuckle softly and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m okay. I promise. I’m just enjoying the moment and taking it all in. My leg is fine, I took a painkiller before we left.”

Lena’s green eyes search mine and she raises one hand to keep my own pressed against her cheek. “You sure?”

I nod with a reassuring smile. “Positive.”

“Okay then, let’s eat,” she says, kissing my palm before helping me to my feet.

I follow her to the table and take a seat next to Ruby just as Alex starts carving the turkey. James and Winn hand around the sides after serving themselves and Kara makes quick work of topping off all glasses of wine.

Lena takes a seat on my other side and pours me a glass of water before placing her hand on my thigh and squeezing gently.

It makes my skin tingle and a shiver run down my spine, but I try not to focus on it as Winn hands me the yams.

Once the turkey has been fully carved and everyone’s been served we dig in. The food is absolutely delicious, but I can’t help but glance at Lena every now and then, admiring the way the candle light flickers on her face and makes her eyes sparkle.

She notices me staring several times, but doesn’t comment on it. She just smiles shyly with a blush creeping up her neck and diverts her eyes to look her plate.

After dinner we settle on the couch on the living room and play some board games. Lena wins Monopoly twice, much to everyone’s dismay, but she loses horribly at Ludo a couple of times which results in Kara and Winn being extra smug even though they both only get second and third place every time.

Time passes in a blur and before we know it it’s already midnight.

Alex promised her girlfriend Maggie she’d spend Christmas morning with her which is why she leaves once we finish our last game of UNO. She’s followed shortly after by Winn and James who promised their families the same thing, which leaves Kara, Sam, Ruby and I to spend the night in one of Lena’s guest rooms.

“Good night, guys!” Kara waves and smiles at Lena and I, waiting for Sam and Ruby to join her since their rooms are one floor below ours.

I smile and wish Kara a good night as well and ignore the suggestive look Sam sends me when she passes Lena and me on the couch.

I’ve been chosen to take the guest room down the hall and even though it makes my heart beat faster that Lena wants me close to her, it suddenly also makes me feel kind of nervous.

Especially because Sam— with her suggestive look— obviously thinks something is going to happen between Lena and I and until now I hadn’t thought of that.

“Good night, Y/N,” Ruby whispers as she hugs me.

I squeeze her in my arms, trying to ignore the nervousness in the pit of my stomach and mumble, “Good night, Rubes. Merry Christmas.”

The girl smiles at me and joins her mom and Kara by the door. The three of them wave one last time before leaving, closing the door behind them.

I stare at the door somewhat longingly, wishing I could escape the sudden tension in the room, but then Lena’s hand is squeezing my knee, making me turn around and look at her.

“Don’t be nervous,” she says earnestly, somehow having read my mind. “Nothing is going to happen between us.”

I open my mouth, wanting to object and tell her that that’s not why I’m nervous but when she raises her eyebrow knowingly I snap my mouth shut with a sheepish grin and a timid nod.

“Look, I know it’s not the morning yet, but it technically is the 25th already, so if you don’t mind I’d like to give you your gift now rather than tomorrow morning when the others are around.” She rambles a bit and I smile at the fact that my nervousness has somehow shifted over to her.

“I’d like that, too,” I say lowly. Our eyes stay connected for a second longer, neither of us daring to move, but then Lena clears her throat and stumbles to her feet.

“Wait here,” she instructs with a gentle smile and I nod, settling back into the cushions of the couch.

It takes a couple of moments for Lena to return, but when she does the sound of something heavy being dragged over the floor is the first thing I hear before my eyes land on her rounding a corner.

“Lena, what the hell is that?” I chuckle and move to get up and help her but she just stares me down with a warning look until I settle back down onto the couch.

“It’s your present,” she pants, dragging the huge rectangular box all the way in front if me before setting it down on the ground.

She pushes the coffee table away so I have more space to unpack and returns to her spot on the couch next to me with a huff.

My eyes dart between her and the box and when I don’t make a move to unwrap it, Lena nudges me and says, “Well, what are you waiting for?”

I laugh softly and raise my hands in surrender before leaning forward and unwrapping the box.

The record player is still playing soft Christmas music and the fire crackles in the fireplace, sending a cloud sparks up the chimney every time a log shifts.

Lena watches me as I unwrap my present until the plain cardboard beneath the wrapping paper comes into view.

I chuckle at the added mystery and careful pry the box open until my eyes land on what’s inside.

“Lena. . .” I gasp and scooch forward on the couch to get a better look. “How did you. . .” I trail off and run my fingers over the keyboard inside the box.

It’s a model I’ve been eyeing for a while now since I decided I wanted to get back into playing piano, but I’ve never told Lena I used to play and I definitely didn’t tell her about this exact keyboard.

“Do you like it?” she asks quietly which makes my eyes snap to her. She’s nervously chewing on her bottom lip and has her hands buried in her lap.

“Do I like it?” I repeat incredulously. “Lena, this is. . . How did you . . . I can’t believe you got this for me. I love it. I absolutely love it. Thank you so much.”

Lena relaxes visibly and her lips twitch with amusement. “Good. I’m glad you like it.”

“Like it?!” I echo again with a laugh. “I love it! How did you know about this? I don’t think I ever told you I play, did I?”

She shakes her head and helps me open the box a little more so the keyboard is on full display. “No, but I saw the picture of you playing at your high school graduation on your nightstand. . . And I may or may not have seen you look up keyboards when I was staying at your place.”

Ah, so that explains it. Damn, she’s really observant. . .

I smile at her admission and redirect my attention toward the keyboard and run my fingers over the keys.

I’m only now noticing that it’s the most expensive model I looked at without any intention of ever buying it and suddenly the fact that I don’t really have a present in return makes me feel insanely guilty.

Noticing the shift in my mood almost instantly, Lena frowns and clasps her hands together. “What is it? Do you not like it after all? Or is it about what I said? I’m sorry if I overstepped, Y/N. I just thought—“

“No, Lena, stop.” I cut her off quickly and take one of her hands, lacing our fingers together and stroking my thumb over the back of her thumb. “It’s not about any of that. I love it and I’m extremely grateful but. . .”

“But?” she asks when I don’t continue, dipping her head to catch my eye.

I sigh and smile sadly. “But my present — if you can even call it that— is nothing compared to this. This is great a-and insanely thoughtful and mine is just—“

This time Lena’s the one to cut me off, squeezing my hand and saying, “I’m sure that’s not true and I don’t care what you got me. I didn’t buy this expecting something in return. I mean, you even warned me about not having a present.”

I huff and pout playfully which makes her laugh.

“Come on, tell me what you got me,” she says.

I chew on the inside of my cheek and look at our intertwined hands. “Well, it’s not exactly a thing. . .”

Lena raises her eyebrows and tilts her head, waiting for me to go on.

“I just. . . I postponed the move again so we could celebrate New Years together and— Ah, now that I’m saying it out loud it sounds so silly. This isn’t much of a gift, actually. It’s more like a surprise, but—“

“I love it,” Lena whispers. It’s so quiet I barely hear her.

I look up with hopeful eyes and find her watching me with adoration. It makes my skin tingle and I raise my free hand to rub the back of my neck in embarrassment.

“I told you I wasn’t expecting anything in return,” she says quietly. “But this is more than I could have ever hoped for. I can buy everything I want whenever I want, but the one thing I can’t buy is time with the people I love.”

My heart skips a beat at the mention of love, but I know that she doesn’t mean it the way I do when thinking about her, so I force myself to stay calm and not fidget in my seat.

Lena however takes me by surprise by doubling down and saying, “I love you, Y/N.”

I gape at her and absentmindedly squeeze her hand as she goes on.

“And I think I have loved you ever since we danced after that one gala. You were so gentle and thoughtful that night and then when you dropped to your knees that other time just to take off my heels I felt like I couldn’t breathe. You literally take my breath away and I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you feel how you make me feel. . . I-If you let me, that is.”

It’s silent. Utterly silent because by now the fire has burned down almost completely and the record player has stopped playing music.

Lena swallows thickly and her face contorts with regret and embarrassment as the seconds go by and I still don’t say anything.

Meanwhile my brain is short circuiting and I’m still trying to wrap my head around what she just said. It’s all I wanted to hear for weeks now and even though I desperately want to say it back, I’m still too shocked to speak.

“O-Or not, you know. Just-Just forget I said anything,” she stammers. She goes to take her hand back, but the light tug on my fingers from the action is what finally snaps me out of my trance.

I tighten my grip on her hand and surge forward, kissing her. Lena gasps and for a moment she doesn’t kiss back, but then she melts into it and moves her lips against mine feverishly.

Our hands disconnected eventually, but only because mine move around Lena’s waist and Lena raises her hands to cup my face.

“I love you, too,” I mumble in between kisses, moving down to trail my lips over her neck.

I nip and suck on her delicate skin every now and then, making Lena moan against the shell of my ear.

“I need you to know that I- that I didn’t just tell you to keep you from leaving,” she stammers breathlessly. “I want this and I want you and- and I will wait however long it takes.”

I hum against her throat and pull her toward me until she’s straddling my lap.

“I know,” I say, my voice low when I pull back to look up at her.

Her lipstick is smudged and her pupils are blown and when I squeeze her waist, she drops her hands from my cheeks and moves them to the back of my neck.

“And I promise I will come back as soon as I figure everything out. I want you, too, and I can’t wait to start our future together,” I admit honestly which makes Lena’s gaze soften.

Her dark eyes dance between mine, obviously searching for any sign that I’m lying, and when she finds none, she leans back down to connect our lips once again.

It starts off soft and gentle, but it quickly speeds up again until we’re both panting against each other’s mouth.

It heats up to the point where we’re both clawing at each other desperately and Lena is grinding down on my lap, but before things can go any further I stop her by gripping her hips harshly, stopping her movements.

“S-sorry, I got carried away,” she whispers against my lips, touching her forehead against mine with her eyes closed.

“It’s okay,” I reply just as quietly, loosening my grip on her hips. “But maybe we should stop.”

Lena nods against my forehead with a sigh. “Maybe we should.”

“Yeah. . .” I close my eyes as well, enjoying the closeness and the feeling of her warm body against mine. “Definitely.”

The tension between us is thick as we’re both trying to catch our breath, but it doesn’t last very long because before I know it our teeth and tongues clash again and we’re kissing once again as though we can’t get enough of each other.

“What happened to nothing is going to happen between us?” I ask into the kiss, moaning softly when Lena bites down on my lower lip.

“I don’t want to wait anymore,” she admits quietly, peppering kisses all over my jaw and chin. “Is that okay for you?”

I nod adamantly, all the nerves about where this night might lead suddenly gone. “Yes. More than okay, actually, but. . .my leg. I can’t really— You know. . .” I trail off and look down, ashamed.

The painkillers started wearing off some time ago which is why my leg is sore and stiff now. I’m also not supposed to be too active yet, and according to Dr. Mike sex is one of the things I should hold off on doing for a little while longer.

“Hey, look at me.” Lena’s hands are soft on the side of my neck and she brushes her thumbs over my jaw.

I do as she says and meet her gentle eyes. She’s looking at me with so much love it makes my heart flip and when she tells me that it’s okay and that we don’t have to go any further than this I shake my head, determined to at least make her feel good.

“Are you sure?” she asks me, her eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“I am. Are you?” I ask in return and she nods, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “Okay. . . What do you want?”

She bites her lip and the love in her eyes is once again replaced by desire. “Just you.”

I chuckle and tilt my head up to brush my lips against hers. “I can do that,” I whisper before kissing her again.

She responds immediately and kisses back insistently as one of my hands settles around her lower waist while the other slides onto her bare thigh.

Her dress has ridden up her legs since I pulled her onto my lap, which allows me easier access to her hot skin.

She shivers when I let my fingers dance over the inside of her thigh and breaks the kiss to rest her forehead against my shoulder.

“Please,” she moans when I kiss down her neck and across her collar bone. “Please. . .”

The desperation in her voice makes my lower stomach tighten and I can’t help but oblige, slipping my hand up the inside of her thigh and beneath her dress.

Lena tenses and holds her breath for a second before jerking her hips forward at the first touch of my fingers against her.

“Shit!” she curses underneath her breath and I wait a couple of seconds for her to get used to the feeling.

Then, once she’s relaxed again, I start moving my hand, watching in awe as her jaw slackens at the sensation.

“Good?” I ask quietly, guiding her body with my arm around her waist to match the movement of my hand.

“Y-Yes,” she stutters around a low moan.

I smile against the skin of her neck, and press a kiss to the freckle on her throat.

If you told me this is where I’d be now a week ago, I would have called you crazy and out of touch with reality. Now though, nothing feels more real than this and the way Lena is digging her nails into the back of my neck is grounding more than anything I’ve ever experienced.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I whisper in her ear and the whine I receive in return goes straight to my lower stomach.

I tighten my grip around her waist and add another finger, groaning when Lena bites my shoulder to silence a high pitched moan.

“Y/N. . .” She pants when I speed up my movement and I can’t help but leave a little love bite at the base of her throat.

“You close?” I ask, my own breath coming out in short bursts.

Lena nods weakly and her mouth opens in a silent scream as her whole body begins to tremble on top of me.

“Okay, darling. Whenever you’re ready. . .” I coo, curling my fingers every now and then until she squeals and writhes uncontrollably.

I slow down my movements to guide her through her high before carefully pulling my hand out from beneath her dress.

I wipe my fingers on my pants, chuckling when Lena mumbles fuck against my neck, and engulf her in a tight hug.

“You have quite a dirty mouth, Miss Luthor,” I tease, drawing shapes on her back to further calm her down.

“Yeah, well I’m half Irish and you’re just too good at that.” She laughs lightly and squeezes my shoulder playfully before moving her head off my shoulder to look at me with a more serious expression. “Uh—Listen, there’s something I haven’t been completely honest with you about.”

I raise my eyebrows in question and still my hands on her back. “Oh?”

Lena sighs deeply and places her hands on my chest, probably feeling how rapidly my heart is still beating. “I know I told you that I didn’t come visit you in the hospital because I felt guilty about what Lex did, but that’s not the only reason I stayed away.”

She watches me for my reaction and when I nod for her to continue, she clenches her jaw nervously.

“I was in Metropolis for like two weeks because I met up with lawyers and investors. You see. . . I heard what Lex said about you and how someone like me could never be interested in someone like you because I’m this Fortune 500 CEO and you’re just you.”

I frown and avert my eyes, only now remembering all the things Lex said about me.

Before my mind can spiral though Lena goes on.

“And that made me so angry, you know, because how can he say you’re just you when you’re everything to me?” She smiles sadly and brushes a strand of hair out of my face. “You’re my entire world and when he said all those things I realized just how unhappy I was until I met you. I may be the CEO of a successful company, but you showed me that life is about little joys rather than business meetings and stock deals. It’s about getting excited over Pains au Chocolats and dancing when no music is playing. It’s about falling asleep in the arms of the person you love and crying over sad movies on a random Tuesday night.”

My lips twitch into a smile at that last part, remembering the time Lena and I were a blubbering mess after Marley & Me while she was staying at my apartment.

“I love you, Y/N, and just like you I want to find out and do what I really want to do with my life. Until now, my mother or Lex always told me what to do, whether it’s playing chess rather than filed hockey in school, or forcing me to major in business and engineering rather than just the latter.”

I give her an encouraging smile and kiss the inside of her wrist when she drops her hand from my hair to rest against my cheek.

“Which is why-” she finally concludes, making me gasp at the reveal- “I sold L-Corp.”

My eyes widen and my jaw drops. “You did?! How come I haven’t heard about this yet? I mean, surely it would be all over the news if the Lena Luthor sold her family’s company.”

Lena shrugs as if it’s no big deal and fixes my collar with the hand that is not currently on my face. “I payed them to hold off on the story until I got the chance to tell you myself.”

I gasp. That must have cost a fortune and let’s not overlook the fact that she literally just sold her family’s entire heirloom.

“Lena— I don’t know— I can’t believe you— How did you—? When did you—?” I scoff in disbelief and laugh at my own stuttering before settling on asking, “Well, I guess what I’m trying to say is are you happy?”

Lena beams and her eyes sparkle. “I am. I’m happier than ever and since selling the company I’ve finally gotten back into reading and tinkering with stuff in my private lab.”

My heart aches in a good way and I tilt my head up to press a soft kiss to the underside of her jaw. “That’s amazing. I’m very proud of you.”

Suddenly shy under my adoring gaze, Lena drops her chin to her chest and looks up at me through her eyelashes. “Thank you.”

I resume tracing shapes onto her back and run my nose up the length of her neck, placing kisses to her flushed skin every now and then. “You’re welcome, my love. Now that that’s all out in the open though, I want to continue what we were doing before.”

Lena smirks mischievously and tilts her head back to give me better access, her shyness suddenly gone as though it was never there to begin with. “Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?” she whispers, already sounding breathless.

“I want to taste you,” I state without missing a beat which makes Lena blush furiously. “Would you be up for that?”

She nods eagerly and climbs off my lap before helping me to my feet although she’s not all too stable on her own feet.

We make our way to the bedroom, giggling and stealing kisses all the way there until the door slams shut behind us.

Lena pushes me up against the door and attacks my lips in a bruising kiss. She runs her fingers through my hair and down my neck and chest until I can’t take it anymore.

I spin her around and kiss down the back of her neck before whispering in her ear, asking if I can take off her dress.

Her only reply is a yes, please, and within the blink of an eye, her dress is on the floor, pooled around her feet.

I help her step out of it and as soon as she turns around and the moonlight from outside illuminates her pale skin I gasp in wonder.

My eyes rake over her, drinking her in as she slowly steps up to me again with darkened eyes. “Are you just going to stand there and stare, or are you going to do what you said you would?”

I exhale shakily, her teasing being the only thing I need to spring into action, and hoist her up my body by the back of her legs.

She yelps in surprise and wraps her arms around my neck before giggling and kissing the shell of my ear.

I have no idea where all that strength came from and how I managed to lift her without my leg giving out, but here we are and I sure as hell am not going to drop her, so I quickly move toward the bed and place her down on it.

She shuffles up the mattress until her head is on one of the pillows before grabbing the front of my shirt and pulling me down on top of her.

“Someone’s eager,” I say committing every detail of her face to memory but it seems as though her patience is wearing thin because she swiftly leans up to reconnect our lips.

“Just shut up and kiss me,” she mumbles into the kiss and, honestly, who would I be to deny such a request.

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Phew that was a long one, but it’s also been a long time coming and it’s the last part, so I guess it’s only fair that it’s on the longer side.

Anyway, I wanted to thank each and every one of you for all the love and support you’ve shown for this story and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it.

As I mentioned before, this is the last part, but I will probably write an epilogue for it in the future.

For now, my focus is on other stories though and I hope that if you enjoyed this you’ll also check out my other fics.

Again, thanks for all the love and support!

Hugs and kisses!

— Soph :)

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* not proofread yet bc I’m a lazy shit and I just want to get this out there <3

[meazalykov]

wrong number

bayern munich frauen x lena oberdorf x reader

1/6, 2/6, 3/6, 4/6, 5/6, 6/6

summary: one of the girls at bayern has a crush on you, and isn't afraid to admit it

it’s been a month since the hangout at georgia’s house, and your life in munich feels more settled than ever. 

you’ve become closer to the bayern girls, attending their games whenever you can while still maintaining your own life outside of football. ceramics, ballet lessons, and even a tattoo session with georgia have kept you busy, and you love having this balance. 

georgia had tattooed a tiny sun on your foot—your first tattoo—and though it hurt, you handled it like a champ, with sydney and sam cheering you on.

today, you find yourself at your usual café with georgia, kathi, ana, and sydney. the warm aroma of coffee fills the air, and the chatter of other patrons creates a comfortable hum in the background. 

you’ve been sitting here for a while, catching up and laughing, but something’s been on your mind, and it’s becoming harder to ignore.

sydney notices your silence first, nudging you gently with her elbow. 

"something on your mind, y/n?"

you glance around the table, realizing all of the girls are looking at you expectantly. you bite your lip, debating whether to bring it up, but you trust them. after all, they’ve been your closest friends for the past few months. 

"uh, yeah, actually," you start, fidgeting with your coffee cup. 

"do you guys think… it would be ridiculous to ask if lena has a crush on me?"

there’s a moment of silence before the girls exchange amused, knowing looks. georgia smirks first, followed by kathi, who can’t quite hide her grin. ana raises an eyebrow, clearly interested, while sydney leans in with a playful glint in her eyes.

"oh boy," sydney says, sitting back in her chair. 

"why do you ask, y/n?"

you feel your cheeks heat up.

"i don’t know. she’s just… really flirty with me. and i feel like i’ve been developing a crush on her too. i don’t want to embarrass myself if she doesn’t feel the same."

georgia lets out a laugh, shaking her head. "you like lena?" she asks, her voice teasing but supportive. 

"so… is that what’s been on your mind?"

you nod, feeling a little vulnerable now that it’s all out in the open. 

"yeah, i mean… over the past three months, i’ve gotten to know all of you, but specifically lena. and she’s just… she’s cute, you know? like, really cute. and flirty. however, i don’t want to misread things."

sydney leans forward, grinning. 

"oh, you’re not misreading anything. trust me."

"so, you think she likes me?" you ask, feeling your heart race as you search their faces for an answer.

georgia gives kathi a quick glance, as if deciding whether or not to spill something. kathi looks sheepish, but then she shrugs. 

"well… i don’t want to give too much away, but lena’s been planning on asking you out soon."

the table goes quiet for a second, and you blink, processing what kathi just said. 

"wait, what?"

"uh-huh," kathi says, a little more confidently now. 

"she’s been trying to figure out the right moment. guess i might have spoiled it."

the girls give kathi playful glares, and you can’t help but laugh at how serious they all seem about this.

"okay, but seriously," you say, feeling a little breathless now. 

"you guys think she likes me back?"

ana chuckles, shaking her head. 

"sweetie, you have no idea. lena’s been into you for a while now. we all see it."

georgia nods. 

"it’s true. and you’re cute when you’re all flustered like this."

you laugh nervously, feeling the weight of their words. 

"so, what do i do? i mean, do i ask her out?"

sydney grins, practically bouncing in her seat. 

"hell yeah, you do! she’s into you, and you’re into her, so why not? just invite her over to your place. maybe cook her a nice dinner."

ana snorts. "just no naughty stuff," she jokes, winking at you.

"ana!" you laugh, shaking your head. 

"i’m serious."

"we all are," georgia says, her tone softening. 

"you two would be great together. go for it."

you sit back in your chair, feeling the excitement and nervousness build in your chest. 

"okay," you say, nodding. 

"i’ll ask her over for dinner."

the girls all cheer, clearly loving the moment, and you can’t help but smile at their support. as you finish up your coffee, your mind is already racing with ideas for how to ask lena.

that evening, you find yourself standing in your apartment, nerves bubbling in your stomach as you send lena a text asking if she’d like to come over for dinner. 

she responds almost immediately, saying she’d love to. you smile at her enthusiasm, feeling a little more confident.

you decide to cook chicken and rice, one of lena’s favorite meals that you remembered her mentioning over the phone a while ago. as the food cooks, you set the table, lighting a few candles to create a cozy atmosphere. 

when lena arrives, you open the door to see her standing there with a smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

"hey," she says softly, her eyes lighting up as she steps inside. 

"it smells amazing in here." 

"thanks," you say, closing the door behind her. 

"i remembered you said you liked chicken and rice, so i thought i’d make it for us."

lena looks touched, her smile widening. 

"you remembered that? that was like a month ago."

you nod as you take her jacket off of her body, hanging up in your closet before leading her towards your dining room. 

you feel a little shy now, not realizing how much taller she is than you until now. the german had maybe three inches on you. 

"yeah, i guess i pay attention."

as the two of you sit down at the table, you try to keep the conversation light, but your mind keeps drifting to what you’re about to ask her. lena is as charming and playful as always, making you laugh with stories from practice and games, and the whole time, you can’t help but notice how comfortable she seems in your space.

after you both finish eating, you clear the dishes and sit back down, the candlelight flickering softly between you. you take a deep breath, knowing it’s time to ask the question that’s been on your mind for weeks.

"lena," you say quietly, catching her attention.

"yeah?" she asks, looking at you with those bright, curious eyes.

"i have to ask you something," you begin, your heart racing. 

"do you… have a crush on me?"

lena doesn’t hesitate for a second. she leans in, reaching out to gently pull you closer by your waist, her touch warm and sure. 

"yes," she says softly, her voice firm but tender. 

"i do."

you feel your breath catch as her hands rest against your waist, her fingers rubbing soothingly up and down. you meet her gaze, your eyes flickering between hers and her lips as she continues.

"i’ve liked you for a while now," lena admits, her voice steady as she holds you close. 

"you’re kind, funny, smart… you’ve become such a big part of my life here. every time we hang out, i can’t help but feel drawn to you."

you swallow, your heart pounding as you listen to her. "really?" you whisper, still in disbelief.

"yeah," lena says, her thumb brushing lightly against your hip. 

"and i’ve been trying to flirt with you for months, but i wasn’t sure if you felt the same way."

you laugh softly, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. 

"i think i’ve been a little oblivious."

"maybe a little," lena teases, leaning in just a bit closer, her lips hovering near yours. 

"but i’m glad you asked. because i’ve wanted to tell you for a while now."

your heart races as you look into her eyes, the tension between you thick and charged. without thinking, you close the distance, pressing your lips to hers in a soft, intimate kiss. 

lena responds immediately, her hands tightening slightly on your waist as she pulls you closer, deepening the kiss just enough to make your head spin.

the kiss is slow, gentle, and full of all the emotions you’ve both been holding back for months. your mind swims as you feel her lips move against yours, her warmth radiating through you.

it feels right, like everything has been leading up to this moment.

when you finally pull back, breathless and smiling, you notice maple, your cat, sitting on the couch, watching the two of you with disinterest. 

lena follows your gaze and laughs softly. 

"your cat’s judging us."

"maple always judges me," you say, still grinning.

lena brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, her smile softening. 

"so… are we together now?"

you tilt your head slightly, meeting her eyes again.

"do you want to be?"

"absolutely," lena says without hesitation. 

"i’ve wanted you to be mine for three months now."

you feel a rush of happiness wash over you as you nod, leaning in to kiss her again. 

"then it’s official."

part five here

[harleychick91]

Fake Out (rated M)

Frustrated with the women they love, Sam and Kara devise a plan to make their counterparts jealous and see the light.

Kara’s POV

“Kara, we have to do something,” Sam rubbed her temple. “Is your sister blind? I’ve been flirting and dropping hints left, right, and center for months now and she’s not seeing them. I’m starting to think even if I stuck my tongue down her throat, she’d think I was just being polite.”

“You’re not alone,” I shrugged, opening my menu. “I think even if I walked out in my underwear, straddled Lena’s lap, and shoved my boobs in her face she’d think I was being nice.”

Snorting a laugh, Sam opened her own menu. “Sexual frustration has made you a bit crude,” she teased. “But, we do need to figure something out. I truly don’t see how Lena hasn’t picked up on your feelings. The two of you are inseparable during game night. If you sat any closer, you’d be on the woman’s lap.”

“Hey, you’re the one feeding Alex,” I smirked. “She never eats or drinks after someone. Not me, not Eliza, not even Maggie when they were dating.”

“Well, that makes me feel special,” Sam murmured. “These lunches have been nice. There’s no one else I can complain to about this. You completely understand since you’re in the same boat.”

“Yeah. They’re in love with us. It’s clear as day,” I sighed in frustration.

After placing our lunch orders, an evil gleam began to spark in Sam’s eyes. “Remember when you let me borrow a shirt before the last game night?”

“Yeah, you spilled sauce on it carrying the food and changed into one of my shirts before Lena and Alex arrived. Why?”

“I don’t think you noticed but I caught Lena staring daggers at me. She was trying to figure out why I was wearing your shirt when mine was fine an hour before.”

“Really?” I laughed. “Why wouldn’t she just ask?”

“Emotions override logic, my friend. We are only human.” Taking a sip of her drink, Sam laughed. “Or the one before that when you fed me quaso,” her brow furrowed. “What was I even doing to cause you to feed me?”

“I have no idea at this point,” I sipped my drink.

“Either way, neither of them liked it.”

Thinking over the game nights in question, I remembered the look on Alex’s face when I noticed Sam was cold and I wrapped her in my blanket. Maybe they are more conscious of it than I thought. Alex did have a weird look on her face afterwards. “How could we make them realize it?”

The food came and we began to eat. Mid bite, Sam chuckled darkly. “I have an idea but it may make you a little uncomfortable.”

“What is it?” I shifted nervously.

“They’re clearly not seeing that we feel the same way so what if they think we’re no longer available?” My brow furrowed. “What if we pretend to date and make them so jealous that they realize their feelings?”

Nodding along, I thought aloud, “It’s crazy enough to work. You know I only have eyes for Lena, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” Sam waved her hand. “I'm that way with Alex. Nothing serious would happen. Some shameless flirting, a kiss on the cheek here, maybe a butt smack there. I doubt it would come to it, but maybe a fake French kiss.”

“How do you fake that?”

“Put your hands on the person’s face to cover their mouth from view. Just make sure it seems like you’re playing tongue hockey.”

“You’ve done that before, haven’t you?” I laughed.

“Won me 20 bucks and a 12 pack of beer in college,” Sam smiled triumphantly. “It helps that they know we’ve been going to lunch every couple of weeks.”

Popping a fry into my mouth, I thought over the plan. “So, when would this fake dating start?”

“Tomorrow night?” Sam offered. “It’ll be the four of us at game night. Make up some excuse to switch up teams. Instead of you and Lena, we pair up. We get kind of flirty before and after we win a game and you kiss my cheek.”

“Since you already know my secret, I can listen to their reactions and fill you in later.”

“I do not miss that,” Sam groaned. “Everything was always at an 11 before you know who fully took over.”

“It took me a long time to get used to it,” I paused. “I am glad Lena was able to help. It was rough there for a bit after I told her the truth.”

“I think it’s made you two stronger though. Yes, Lena was upset but she never stopped loving you.”

“Thank Rao for that,” I laughed.

“So, game night tomorrow we start this?” I nodded. “I’ll show up before Lena and Alex. Potentially wear something low cut. I know how much you like Lena’s cleavage,” Sam smirked knowingly. “You’re not smooth. I love Lena but she’s oblivious. For the longest time I thought she wore low cut shirts on purpose. You get all flustered and it’s adorable.”

Heat crept up my neck. “You’re one to talk,” I smirked. “I see the way you check out Alex’s butt. Especially in jeans.”

“Those dark wash jeans…” Sam hummed, nearly drooling. “I just want to-,”

“Okay, okay,” I laughed. “She’s my sister.”

“Sorry,” Sam murmured over her drink.

Finish reading on AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58113859

[cinnamonest]

Lena thank you for the spanking bit, has to be one of fav kinks ever because it just... fits every single yan regardless of who they are??? Kinda like a "universal" thing, just top notch. Do you think we could ever get headcanons for it?

Thank you for this anon, you're absolutely correct it is a top-tier kink

Also I've been wanting to write more about god-era Morax so thank you for the opportunity to do so, I rambled way more about him than the others here sorry lol

As for those who fit the kink best imo I’m going with Childe, Diluc, Ayato and Morax

//major spanking kink material (obviously) but gets kinda bad in severity/intensity, also mentions of hair-pulling, biting, throat fucking, anal, two cocks for Morax again (as always 👌)

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Childe is probably the best one here to end up at the mercy of here for once, for the sake of your poor ass at least.

Not that it isn't still awful and painful — he’s a sadist at heart and just adores making you squeal and cry. What at least makes it comparatively at least bearable is that he tends to use his hand — although that does make it more personable, more humiliating.

He tells you, though, exactly what he intends to do. You're being such a little brat today… come over here…

He doesn't even seem angry, but rather excited. He's all smiley and cooing in a way that feels so utterly humiliating and degrading.

Oh, but please do run. Please, please make it so much more fun for him, run away and try to hide. There's virtually nothing in the world that turns him on as much as either a game of chasing you or hunting you down wherever you're hiding. The fact that you're that scared of getting your ass beaten is kind of cute, actually. Are you that sensitive to pain, or is it more protecting your pride that gives you so much resistance? Not that he's complaining or anything.

He'll even give you a very wide opportunity to run, make sure you have plenty of avenues to do so. His heart rate begins to go up seeing the look of realization in your eyes when you spot an opening to run off, and he'll give you a minute or two of a head start. It doesn't take him long to find you nonetheless, hauling you up over his shoulders and carrying you back to your room with obvious excitement, like a predator dragging squealing, still-living prey back to its den for its inevitable fate.

That being said, doing that will make it worse for you — at that point you probably do deserve a belt at least, you know? Regardless of the instrument of choice though, he keeps you bent over his knee — he can feel your squirming more that way, and he can grind his hard-on into your stomach as you thrash around and squeal. Each strike still lands on bare skin, but rather than having your lower half naked, he likes to sometimes move the hold on your back and grasp at the waistband of your panties instead, jerking them up to wedge between your cheeks, effectively holding you in place and baring your skin at the same time.

He's so mean about it, taunts you that same voice you hate so much—

Aw, are you actually crying? Maybe I'll stop if you beg for something else…

There's no set number or standard of how much you'll be punished for any particular offense, which can be more torturous than anything. At least if you were given a number, you'd know how much more you had to endure. Instead, you just lurch and squeal each time his hand or the leather comes down... you kick your legs and thrash about, to no avail. In fact, you're pretty sure it just makes him hornier, you feel his cock twitch and his breathing grow more ragged the louder you cry out, and his hand on your back forces you down harder.

He’s actually totally shameless about getting off to it, too, so you can’t use that against him.

God, you're so cute when you cry like that... squeal louder for me...

The only real upside is that it's usually abruptly cut off at some point once he's too aroused by it to continue, and needs to just bury himself into your holes. You get slid off his lap onto the couch or bed, barely getting any time to recover — still sniffling and whimpering— before being contorted to whatever position he wants and rammed into without warning… thus for once, him being perpetually horny and having virtually no self-control actually becomes a positive. It still doesn't help, though, that the sex makes his hips smack against your sore ass with each thrust, but crying out about that only makes him go harder.

You know it could be much much worse — he makes sure to remind you that he could easily keep going until you completely break down, but he's so nice and you should be grateful for that — but you're still sore, and it leaves a pinkish-reddish tint under your natural flesh tone — something he likes to point out to you later, groping at your ass and laughing when you jolt at the sting. Your nose wrinkled with your expression of disgust as you jerk your head away from him, and you mutter under your breath.

Bastard...

And then, you squeal and lurch forward as one more harsh smack lands on your backside. You try to ignore the chuckling that follows as your eyes well up with embarrassed tears, and you bury your face beneath the covers of the bed.

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Diluc’s punishments are awful in terms of pain, but thankfully they're over fairly quickly because it's largely an act of momentary fury and irritation, and once he gets that anger out of his system, the punishment will be over, too.

He's still very intimidating about it, and it doesn't help that it's always a sort of spontaneous thing he decides on in the heat of the moment — thus you see the exact moment you know you've crossed a line, but also know (or at least, quickly learn) that there's nothing you can say or do at that point that will get you out of being punished. His eyes narrow and his voice lowers and he tells you to get over here in a voice that makes you feel like your heart just stopped, and your stomach feels as if it twists into a knot when you see the confirmation of your dread when he takes his belt off.

Running is not advisable — it's not like you'll succeed, and you'll just make him more mad. He's rough with how he handles you, dragging you by your clothes and hair over to bed, counter, or the back of a couch, forcing your head down.

How bad any one particular spanking is varies a lot depending on how mad you've succeeded in making him. He's not merciful at all, so he hits with force based on the level of his frustration. Thus, your attitude is important — you can technically commit a lesser offense, but if you keep backtalking and being bratty and fighting it, you'll likely get a worse punishment than you would for a worse offense for which you were apologetic and submitted to punishment easily.

What does change with the severity of your offense is that if what you didn't isn't so bad, you can keep your clothes on, but for particularly egregious transgressions, even in spite of the heat of the moment, unfortunately, he doesn't forget to pull your clothes up or down and off to make sure you're bared first.

He virtually always uses a belt, much to your dismay, and prefers to bend you over various surfaces since he can strike harder that way. It’s painful, you always end up in tears quickly, begging and pleading and spilling apologies for whatever you did, but he never has any mercy on you.

Much like you can’t get out of it to begin with, there’s also nothing you can do that will make it end any sooner than he feels like it. Over and over, grumbling with each strike about how you’re such a brat, how you can’t just behave, how it’s your own fault, until your flesh is reddened and burning badly enough that even when it’s over, all you can do is slump forward and cry.

If he went really hard on you, he might feel a little bad afterwards, getting you a wet cloth to soothe the burn… but he’ll still remind you that you wouldn’t be lying there all shivering and sobbing if you just learned to behave yourself properly.

For him, it’s more of an actual punishment first and foremost and not really an intentionally erotic thing, at first he’s too mad to think much about the eroticism of it… but seeing you lying there sniffling with your butt so heavily marked and welting, admittedly he does quickly get hard… and he’ll get incredibly flustered and embarrassed if you accuse him of getting off to it.

But be careful — push him too much on that matter, and such antagonism might be grounds for a round two on your already-stinging ass.

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Ayato’s punishments are particularly unpleasant, but the thing is that if you're in that situation, you deliberately chose it. Because he's gracious enough that you get a lot of warnings before reaching that point.

If you're being bratty, temperamental, rude, or whatever other behavior he doesn't like, you get a certain look first. The standard half-lidded eyes, unpleased expression, the universal ‘stop that right now’ glare. Maybe a passive aggressive comment if he can slide one into conversation.

If that fails — in other words, if you keep being a brat regardless, deliberately ignoring his warnings — you then get a verbal warning. He'll address you directly if it's just the two of you, but gods forbid you’re digging your own grave by misbehaving in front of others, he waits for a moment where everyone else's attention is on something else before pulling you close in a faux gesture of affection (with a grip harsh enough to ensure you get the message but not enough to alert anyone else in the room to his quiet fury), lowering his voice, whispering directly into your ear.

We’re going to have a talk about your behavior when this is over. Do you understand?

You know by now what a "talk" actually means, and hearing the words makes you stiffen and swallow. Granted, by the time it reaches the point that you've been that bad, you won't escape without at least a few swats, but if you persist, you'll just make it much worse. All you can do is nod your head and wait in dreadful anticipation.

As soon as the company you had leaves, you try to slowly back away, looking for an opening to run, but he has you grabbed by your clothes or hair and is dragging you off before you can even try. The total silence on his end as he drags you over to your room only serves to amplify your dread, and thereby your little whimpering protests.

The primary thing that will make it that much worse is what he uses to punish you, because from the day he brought you home, he anticipated a need for discipline at some point, and thus had a whipping cane custom-made just for you. One of those thin wooden canes designed for no other purpose than infliction of pain and punishment, which he leaves sitting out in your bedroom at all times, making sure it's always within sight as a subtle threat, a reminder of his power over you and that your behaviors have consequences.

He doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t get heated, yet somehow that makes it so much worse. He’s perfectly calm as he holds you down on his lap, a hand wrapped into and grasping your clothes on your back to ensure you’re not going anywhere with each sharp pain on your bare skin. He’s very disciplinarian about it, ensuring to emphasize the reason and intention of the punishment itself—

Remember that you had every option of avoiding this. This is only the consequence you deserve. Do you realize that?

You nod and whimper and try to apologize, but it doesn’t make each swat any lighter. He’s rather harsh about the severity too, the degree of pain, duration, number of swats and outright humiliation often feel disproportionate to what is in your opinion a mild offense, although you know better than to voice that thought.

You beg, sure, you cry and whimper and say you'll take any other punishment, but it goes in one ear and out the other, your words have no effect, and while his voice has that characteristic gentleness to it, he's still cold and firm in his reply, if he even gives you one.

You're not getting out of this. Hold still.

He does take care of you afterwards, so lovingly and gently it makes you angry. He reminds you again that it wouldn't have to happen if you behaved, that you have no one but yourself to blame, all while kissing your crying face, holding you close and gently massaging the newly formed welts.

He also likes to make you gauge how many lashes you deserve beforehand, often making the total number a certain multiple of how many times you mouthed off or did something against your rules. And of course, whenever there's a fixed number, he makes you count.

Listening to your voice grow more and more shaky and begin to crack, your speech becoming slurred with sobs and oh, how precious is the sudden panic in your voice when you realize you've lost count. The way you tense and start begging and whimpering when he replies—

I suppose we'll have to start over...

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Morax’s punishments are always by far the worst.

That's largely because there's a maddening element of psychological torment involved. It's slow, drawn out, the dread and anticipation are almost worse than the punishment itself. He actually employs a variety of corporeal punishments, each of which make your stomach churn just to think about, but unfortunately, putting you over his knee and beating your ass until there's a deep red hue to your skin is a personal favorite of his.

What makes his style of discipline so unbearable is that you’ll be punished for literally anything. There is no possible offense, no rule to be broken, that won’t earn corporeal punishment of some kind, most usually on your poor ass. You get a very clear set of rules, rules you’re expected to know and obey from day one. Countless little rules, so many of them meticulous and pointless. Things you must do, things you must not do, and rigid standards for your attitudes and behaviors.

Each and every violation is its own offense — not to mention, things like lying when asked about what you did, objecting to punishments, even talking back or trying to defend yourself when accused count as individual offenses too. Sometimes you don’t even realize you’ve broken a rule until he tells you you’re going to be punished for it, and any protest or whining counts as another offense.

Really, you’re lucky if you can go a few days in a row fully able to sit without any stinging pain, and it’s not uncommon for you to earn back-to-back punishments one day after another. You know for a fact that your record of days in a row without ending up laying in bed, whimpering and crying and clutching your backside in pain is a single digit number.

Sometimes, if it’s severe enough, you’ll get put over his knee right then and there, but he’ll also tally up the small offenses and, at the end of the day, punish you cumulatively for every small offense you’ve made, because he can’t allow even the slightest offense to go unpunished.

It’s not limited to things you do in his presence either, because he has ways of finding out everything you do.

Every day that you can't accompany him, he has an established routine for when he returns. Firstly, of course, you're supposed to greet him when he comes in (any attempts to be petulant by giving him silent treatment or hiding away will result in further punishments), but then, as he sits you down, holds you close, he asks you the same question.

Have you done anything you should not have today?

It's a torturous question.

On one hand, you could have very well been very well-behaved, in which case you can answer honestly with at least some confidence (although even then, part of you hesitates thinking maybe you committed some offense unintentionally).

But when you haven't been well-behaved and you know it — that's what's torturous.

It's a gamble. He asks every single day, so him asking itself is not a dead giveaway that he knows what you did. If he doesn't know — well, you might be able to lie and get away with it. Inversely, how unfortunate would it be if you told him, and it turned out he didn't know, and then you had to suffer when you could have gotten away with it?

On the flip side, if he does know — well, you'll soon be squealing like a stuck pig regardless, but things are much, much worse if you try to lie. You would know — you've taken that gamble a few times now and lost.

He seems to have ways of finding out everything — you only lied when you were absolutely confident, thinking there was no way anyone saw the thing you did, only for your stomach to lurch when you feel the soft stroking against your thigh stop, and are met with a low voice—

…Is that so?

And the tone, the way he says it, you immediately know you've messed up.

Of course, you could hypothetically keep denying it, but entrenching yourself further in a lie is, by that point, the worst decision you could make — you would know, you tried that once and you couldn't sit down normally for over a week. The best thing to do now is to confess… you won’t get any mercy or a lighter punishment, but you’ll avoid the additional punishment you’d get for doing anything else.

But even then, he can’t even give you the decency of forcing your body to bend and getting it over with. It has to be drawn out, torturing you to the greatest degree possible — sometimes, he does this by delaying it, telling you he has something else to do first, leaving you to sit around and wait in anticipation for an hour or more. If an offense is bad enough, one session might not even be enough, and you're told that you'll get another one tomorrow, adding to your dread.

But most of the time, the torment comes from forcing your own participation. He keeps you firmly in his lap, reaching down to grope at the flesh where your butt meets your thighs.

What do you think you deserve to have happen to you?

Another test, a question for which you’ll only receive something worse in addition to whatever will happen already if answered incorrectly. There’s only one right answer—

…Y-you should... punish me...

On the bright side, he’s genuinely pleased once you start learning well enough to know what the right answer is.

You’re stood up, guided over to the drawers, hands firmly on your shoulders to ensure you don’t get any ideas about running. You hate that one drawer, it makes your stomach churn just to look at. He has a damn collection for you— leather straps, whipping canes, paddles with holes in them just to hurt that much more. He tells you to pick one.

That, too, is a test— you know which ones hurt more. You're supposed to gauge what you deserve based on the severity of your offense, and he'll be that much more displeased if you go too lightly on yourself, and will consequently be more forceful, which you do not want. Eventually, you manage to make your choice, biting your lip, pointing with a shaky hand, tensing as his hand runs motions that would be soothing in any other context up and down your thigh, pausing to grasp at the fleshy part of your backside.

Then you're led back— sometimes to face the wall or bend over a counter, but most often he prefers to keep you over his lap. Not that you'll be forced down either— not unless you make that necessary, which of course, you do not want. Unless you want it to be that much worse, you follow the commands— pull your robes up, the waistband of any underwear down, bare your skin (always, no matter how mild the offense), lay down on your stomach, put your hands behind your back so he can grasp your wrists.

And even then, even then you have to be tormented further.

Now, what did you do to deserve this?

You recall to the best of your ability, hoping you didn't forget anything, lest you be accused of trying to be deceitful in hopes of escaping consequences, which will add another tally to the list.

It’s painful. It always is. You've reached a point where your resolve to not cry and squeal is defeated pretty early. You used to try your best not to for the sake of your pride, but you know by now that it will go on long enough that your tears and crying out are inevitable.

He manages to somehow be so stoic and calm and yet somehow so, so cruel about it.

Does it hurt?

Your shoulders quiver with little sobs, you go tense as he gropes and kneads at the raw flesh.

Y-yes, it hurts, it hurts so bad, please no more, please—

You cut off with a high-pitched cry as the stinging pain strikes again. And again. And again. It's always so much, so unfair compared to the weight of whatever you did. That slight pinkish undertone isn't quite satisfying enough either, he never stops until there's a deep, deep red tone to your flesh.

If you've been especially bad, you may have to count… but he actually tends to prefer not giving you a set number. You're more fearful that way, uncertain of how much more you have to endure.

You're certain he gets off on the pain for one thing, the sound of your cries and the way you jolt and squirm, but the humiliation is worse than the pain itself, for you. He knows that, revels in it. He's told you before—

You're such a prideful little thing… that will certainly need to be fixed.

Repetitive subjection to something so inherently humiliating and vulnerable, and being made to break down, any semblance of toughness and dignity being torn away at his hands, is a way of slowly breaking down your pride. You know that, it makes you so angry, but you can't help but let that vulnerability be exposed every time, to act in such a way that ensures he knows how badly it humiliates you.

Your go limp with exhaustion when it finally stops.

What have you learned?

You can barely speak, voice hoarse from the strain of your cries and speech muffled by sniffles and sobs.

I'm sorry… I won't do it again…

And then, he has the audacity to be so, so sweet to you. Looking down at your tear-streaked face, smiling— no, smirking, a belittling, amused expression— leaning down to kiss your forehead.

Poor thing.

Kneading at the sore flesh in spite of how the touch makes you wince. As if it isn't his fault, as if he had any mercy on you the whole time you were begging for it to stop.

It only makes you angrier. More than once now, you've earned a second round for how you reacted to his undeserved kindness. So ungrateful.

It's never a solitary punishment either, always coupled with something else, always something equally humiliating and discomforting, if not painful. You know he gets off to it, because the second punishment is almost always a direct sex act of some kind.

You'll take his cocks down your throat, grabbing your skull and fucking your face without any restraint, forcing you to swallow every last drop of seed, even forcing your head down to lick up whatever you spill off the floor. Your saliva just provides the lube to force you to bed and fuck you until you can't even stand, and all the while his hips bounce off your poor ass, each movement stinging against the sensitive flesh. He'll bite your flesh, unnaturally sharp teeth even piercing you skin, leaving you covered in marks. If he's feeling really, really mean, you don't even get the semblance of pleasure of it ramming into your poor sore, raw pussy— you'll take both cocks into your tight little ass instead, a stretch that makes you squeal and thrash and cry. Your legs kick and you lurch forward, desperate to pull yourself off, but you're jerked back with a growl as he slams into you, completely bottoming out. Eventually, you give in as the stretching pain ebbs away and trying to take whatever pleasure you can from the faint stimulation to spots of pleasure through the walls of flesh. But the act is utterly humiliating nonetheless, your hole left twitching and gaping for hours as cum leaks out and onto your skin. You can't even sit for days, both your poor asshole and backside sore and tender.

Your embarrassment and resentment builds. You loathe him for it, feel so humiliated and angry at yourself and how deeply you dread the punishments that it makes you nauseous.

And thus, in one particular incident, fed up and filled with spite, you made the greatest mistake of your entire time trapped with him— you decided to run, seeing that for once you had an opening to do so.

A stupid choice, really. You don't get far. Not even a full ten steps.

You know immediately that you have severely, sincerely fucked up. The sheer harshness with which you're grabbed, the back of your clothes grasped and twisted with unprecedented force, the draconic growl to his voice that makes your blood run cold.

Oh, dearest, you have no idea how badly you've just stepped out of line.

His other hand latches onto your throat.

You're going to be sleeping on your stomach for quite some time, won't you?

The statement alone makes tears well in your eyes, any bitter pride quickly crushed. You shake your head profusely, start begging for forgiveness, but you know in your heart that it's far too late for that… it still doesn't stop you from whimpering and apologizing as you're dragged back down the hall, no doubt to one of the worst punishments you've endured yet.

[trashpandato]

Twilight

“In hindsight, I probably should have known what it meant,” Alex groans, bringing both hands up to cover her face. “I made sure that I only hung up the posters that had Kristen Stewart on them.”

Kara remembers all those posters, the too pale boys possessively flanking the movies’ main female character. She’d always wondered why Alex was so into the Twilight series; they were all just…so bad. Now it made more sense.

“Aw, babe,” Kelly teases, “let me know if you want me to reenact any of your teenage dreams about biting. I’m game.”

Alex groans again, but this time it’s accompanied by a bright blush. 

Laughter fills the room. They’ve been sharing stories about their first significant celebrity crushes for the last few minutes, the board game temporarily abandoned in front of them.

Kara has learned that Nia had a thing for Keanu Reeves after watching that bomb on a bus movie one too many times, but that she also “wouldn’t have kicked Sandra Bullock off her bed”, as she put it. 

Brainy mentioned that he went through a rather intense phase of trying to learn more about Earth culture, specifically American pop culture, and that he got stuck on the OG Wonder Woman, Lynda Carter, for a while. Not a bad choice, Kara thinks while Nia jokes that she’d be more than happy to tie him up with a lasso. 

Kelly then rattles off a few actors that Kara thinks were on the L Word, with a particular emphasis on Jennifer Beals. Kara half expects Alex to make a joke about Flashdance, but instead, Alex simply leans into Kelly and presses a soft kiss to her cheek. 

When they get to Kara, she has to disappoint.

“I don’t think I have anything to offer here. Not really.”

Alex hums. “The posters on your walls were all images from the Hubble telescope. I mean, I know you liked NSYNC for their music, but I don’t think you ever swooned over any of them. Not really. There was definitely a mental love affair with Lilo and Stitch, though.”

When Alex mentions the Hubble images, Kara feels a cool pale hand slip into hers to give it a short squeeze. It’s brief, a quick show of support, but it means everything to Kara. She turns to Lena and smiles gratefully. At the same time, the attention of the rest of their friend group shifts to Lena as well.

But Lena just shrugs. “I definitely wasn’t allowed to hang up any posters in the Luthor mansion.”

“Yeah, but what about boarding school? Come on, Luthor,” Alex probes, “you can’t tell me there wasn’t a ton of celebrity gossip going around at an all-girls school.”

“Oh there was gossip alright. I can’t say I ever really knew what it was about, though. I didn’t really watch movies or TV growing up, so most of the names the girls were talking about meant nothing to me.”

This time, it’s Kara who squeezes Lena’s hand. She knows that Lena doesn’t like to talk about what growing up was like for her. She doesn’t like the pitying looks, or the constant assumptions that just because her family was rich, Lena must have had everything she ever wanted. But before the mood in the room turns too gloomy, Lena sits up a little, a small smirk on her face.

“So maybe I was a bit of a late bloomer that way. I would say I had my first real celebrity crush in my early 20s.”

That gets everyone’s attention.

“Oh really? Who was it?” Nia asks gleefully.

“Well, I was still in Metropolis at the time. But I had watched them on TV, followed their budding celebrity status.”

Lena pauses for a moment before she turns to face Kara more fully.

“And then I gave Jack Spheer an impassioned speech about why I had to move to National City, about how important it was to me to be the Luthor living in the same city as Supergirl. I believe I even said I wanted to share my home with her.”

There’s a stunned silence in the room for a few seconds before Alex barks out a laugh.

“Really? Your celebrity crush was Supergirl?”

And Kara considers if she should intervene, tell Alex to lay off on the heavy teasing she knows is going to happen now, but Lena is looking at her and she’s still smiling, calm and confident, and Kara simply smiles right back.

Lena chuckles, her eyes never leaving Kara’s. “Of course it was. I mean, have you seen that skintight suit and very, very short skirt she was in at the time?”

“Ugh,” Alex huffs, “I didn’t need to hear that. That’s my sister you’re talking about.”

Lena shrugs again. “You asked, I answered.”

And then she leans in and kisses Kara and Kara makes a mental note to figure out how to send a message to Winn into the future to thank him for his incredibly “male gaze” costume design for her first Supersuit. 

(She does very much prefer the pants these days, though.)

[fazedlight]

“IT’S OKAY, SPIKE!” Kara shouted, flying alongside the panicked dragon. “Easy, easy boy- OOF.”

An unwitting thrash of the dragon’s tail sideswept Kara in the air, causing her to tumble as he continued to rip ahead. 

“Supergirl,” came Lena’s voice in her ear. “Are you still there?”

“Yep,” Kara said, halting her fall to the Earth, surging back up into the sky and heading again towards the dragon. “Have you figured out why he’s upset yet?”

“We detected a disruption in spacetime. If he freaked out during Crisis last year, he may be sensitive to-”

“Another crisis?!” Kara said, nearly caught up to the dragon.

“Unlikely, Brainy is investigating the cause.”

Kara didn’t respond as she finally flanked Spike’s side, shouting words at him in an attempt to soothe - not that it was working all that well.

“Have you tried beef jerky?” came an amused voice behind her.

Kara startled, rotating in the air to see another figure, flying just a few yards away. In the dark sky, she could make out a… woman, a white supersuit, a red cape, short-cropped light hair. It was mid-turn that Kara realized there was a small bag hurling in her direction. Kara instinctively reached out to grab it, seeing Original Beef Jerky on the label. 

“Who are you?” Kara shouted, glancing back up.

“You don’t recognize me?” the stranger smirked.

“Should I?”

“My name,” the blonde said, “Is Kara Zor-L.”

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It didn’t take long for Spike to calm down after that. A couple of bites of jerky, and the dragon amiably landed on the ground, seeming to physically shake off his nerves before shrinking back down into a peaceful iguana. Alana was relieved to have her pet back.

Kara eyed the new blonde warily, but this other Kara didn’t seem concerned. “I’ve been dealing with a brainwashed Legion member,” the other woman explained. “He threw me out of my universe. I need to get back there.”

“So the multiverse is back,” Lena said over comms, listening on to Kara’s conversation with… Kara. “Bring her to the Tower, Brainy and I can try to help her.”

Kara looked up. “Alright… Kara,” she said awkwardly-

“My Earth name is Karen,” the blonde responded.

Kara nodded. Thank Rao, this’ll be less confusing. “Alright, Karen. Let’s get you back to the team.”

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“So you’re… Power Girl,” Lena said, eyeing the much older kryptonian. “And you were able to grow up on Krypton?”

“It’s a long story,” Karen said with a shrug. “When do you think you’ll be able to send me back to my Earth?”

“Just a few hours,” Lena said. “Brainy’s making some equipment modifications.”

“Looking forward to getting home,” Karen said. “Cat will be annoyed.”

“Wow,” Kara said with a laugh. “Different timelines, but somehow we both work for Cat Grant.”

Karen tilted her head towards Kara as her brow crinkled - Lena couldn’t help but think of how strangely familiar her expression was. “I suppose she would be a little old for you,” Karen mulled.

“Old?” Kara asked.

Karen smirked. “Cat is my wife.”

“Oh,” Kara squeaked, as Lena's heart skipped a beat.

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“That’s not suspicious to the press at all?” Lena said. “You and Cat living on opposite sides of the country?”

Conversation had wandered - from Karen’s Starrware Labs and her development of environmental nanobot technology, to her superhero antics as Power Girl, to her marriage. Lena hadn’t missed how Kara’s cheeks turned bright pink with the mention of Karen’s love life, and how she took every excuse to duck out of the room to check on Brainy’s progress. 

But now Kara was back, and pacing, and nervous - and somehow that only seemed to amuse Karen.

“We’re good at privacy,” Karen said. “Though I’m opening a branch of Starrware Labs in National City, so soon this’ll be less of a pain in the ass anyway. It’ll be nice to be able to attend Carter’s baseball games without suspicion.”

“Carter?” Lena asked. “I guess Cat was previously married on your Earth, too.”

“The media went nuts when we started dating,” Karen smirked. “America’s Power Bisexuals. Ironic headlines, considering they don’t know I’m Power Girl.”

“You’re bi,” Lena asked curiously, noting again how Kara seemed flushed.

Karen shrugged. “Bi, pan, whatever. Sexuality in Krypton’s society was considered fluid.”

“What?” Kara said, confusion overriding her new shyness. “That sounds like Daxam, not Krypton.”

“What’s Daxam?” Karen asked.

Kara stared at Karen for a moment. “I’m… going to check on Brainy again,” she said, making her way out the room. 

Lena curiously watched after her, before turning back to Karen - who seemed to be far too amused at what was transpiring. Lena shifted in her seat, another curiosity coming to mind. “What’s my life like on your Earth?”

Karen shrugged. “You’re a powerhouse. Married to another tech genius, some Jack guy. It’s rumored you’re in an open relationship, you spend a lot of time with the Obsidian CEO.”

“Oh,” Lena said.

“Is something going on between you two?” Karen asked Lena, gesturing at where Kara went through to the door.

“No.”

“Do you want something to be going on?”

Lena was going to rebuff, the words of course not ready to fall from her lips. But something stopped her. Maybe the familiar crinkle in the stranger’s brow, maybe the fact that the blonde was imminently about to leave the universe entirely. “I don’t think that’s a possibility,” Lena said regretfully.

“Why not?”

Lena shrugged. “Kara’s straight in this world.”

“Are you sure?” Karen said, her eyes seeming to dance with the almost familiar smile, last observed when Kara convinced Lena to buy an entire tub of ice cream. Lena couldn’t help but laugh, as much as the reality of the situation made her heart ache. 

But before she could formulate a response, they could hear the patter of footsteps coming back. “It’s ready,” Kara said, nodding in Karen’s direction. “Brainy says you can go home.”

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Karen departed for her Earth - and normalcy resumed, as Lena and Kara crashed on Lena’s couch, consuming their late dinner from Chinese takeout containers.

Lena looked over at the blonde, who seemed… still unusually quiet, seemingly pensive. “Is it odd?” Lena asked gently. “Hearing about a different Krypton?”

“Yeah,” Kara said, pulling her legs up onto the couch. “It makes me wonder…”

“Wonder?”

“She’s just… very confident,” Kara murmured, staring down at her chopsticks.

“She’s older,” Lena shrugged. “Seen more.”

“I think even if I were a decade or two older, Cat would still eat me alive,” Kara smiled.

“Maybe,” Lena laughed.

A pause. “We’re… similar in other ways,” Kara said softly.

“Oh?” Lena said, her heart skipping a beat.

Kara shifted awkwardly, finally glancing up at Lena. “I overheard something she said. Her talking about you and Jack. And… Andrea.”

“It wasn’t that surprising,” Lena replied slowly, her heart pattering as she realized that Kara might be… trying to assess the situation. Which gave her the bravery to be a bit more forthcoming. “Andrea and I were together in high school.”

“Oh,” Kara said. And for a moment, silence fell again.

“Lena-” “Kara-”

The two looked up, each noting that the other had a blush crawling across her face, each feeling the vibration of possibility flowing between them. “Could we…” Kara started. “Could we be more?”

“If you want us to be,” Lena said, a small smile growing on her face.

Kara’s eyes widened, before a grin crossed her own face. “I’d like that,” she said.

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A month later, a small portal temporarily opened up in Karen Starr’s office. She didn’t notice at the time - she was far too busy making out with her wife - but she did find the note left behind: 

“You were right. Thank you. - LL”

[honeytrap26]

Let's go on a Vacation

Satoru Gojo x Reader

summary: you and Satoru Gojo have twins, he knows you're exhausted and convinces you to take an “adult” vacation. cw: MDNI! smutty smut smut, fem!reader, creampies, dirty dirty talk, reader has mommy milkers, a little sucky sucky here and there?? Gojo has a (small) daddy kink, a bit of fluff aunote: Don’t come for me, I have been obsessed with eighty-six as well so my new names for everything even games I’m playing are Shin and Lena, because you are the Shin to my knee.  I’ll probably split this up into two parts. It’s getting long like Gojos dic-I’ll stop. Enjoy! wc: 1k+ (proofread, sorry for any mistakes)

Here is part 2!

The lights are turned off with only a single candle lit, the flickering light from the candle dances across the walls. Your bodies are intertwined, Gojo is on top of you, slowly thrusting his hips into your wet achey mound.

“Toru, I’m getting close.” you let out a breathy moan, your hands are roaming his bare skin.

“Me too baby.” Gojo grunts, your touch sends shivers down his spine.

Gojo leans in for a passionate kiss, he licks your soft plump lips, your tongues exploring each other's mouth. 

This was the first night without one of the twins sleeping with you both. Gojo insisted on finishing what he started this morning behind the counter.

“ Gonna go faster.” He continues to thrust deeper and faster, his thrusts are sloppy and needy, you bite your bottom lip, holding back a moan. The faint sound of the bed squeaking can be heard. His fingers reach down to rub your clit making you gasp and arch your back, your nails scratch his back.

“F-fuck baby…Shhh gotta be quiet.” he covers your mouth with his hand, driving his hips into yours. Your eyes roll back and your back arches again, your clawing at his back now, he hisses in pain and pleasure he leans down to suck on your nipple.

“I missed you.” Gojos hands strokes your cheek, pulling you into another kiss. Your breath hitches as you feel your orgasm building up, you squeeze his muscular biceps.

“mama?” you hear your daughter say, you look at Gojo who places a finger over your mouth.

“Shhh she’ll go back to sleep.” he whispers, licking his lower lip, 

He’s so close, he wants to pump his cum into you.  

Gojo feels the way your body tenses, your slip tightening around his member, he continues to pump into you the bed squeaking a little louder now, the headboard hits the wall ever so slightly, 

“ cum for me baby.” your eyes are closed, mouth open, panting as you feel the wave of pleasure wash over your body.

“ma..ma” your daughter's voice cracks, you can hear her on the verge of tears. 

Gojo can see that you’re worried about her, he loves that you would do anything for your babies but right now he wishes you could be a little selfish and just enjoy your alone time.

“S’okay she’ll go back to bed, she usually does.”-he shuts his eyes- “m’so close please let me cum baby.” he pleads, he’s ramming into you now, his thrust getting more aggressive and desperate.

You wrap your legs around his hips, another wave of pleasure washing over you again. Looking up at him you see the sweat glistening on his skin, the way his lips are pursed as he nears his climax.

You felt so guilty not running to tend to your kids but you needed Satoru bad.

“Fill me up, daddy.” you whimper, Gojo throws his head back hissing “fuck” he finally release all his built up tension with a sharp intake of breath, his hips twitch filling you up with his cum.

“Fuck baby, don’t say that.” he groans, huffing as he tries to catch his breath.

“mamaaa” your daughter whines, crying now, banging on the door.

“Mommy’s coming, Lena. Don’t cry.” you slap Gojos arm off signaling for him to move, he slumps over falling onto his side of the bed.

“Yeah mommy did cum.” Gojo smirks and winks at you, he gets off the bed pulling his shorts on.

“Get dressed Toru.”

“Already dressed. You have a little something right there.” he squeezes and slaps your ass then gives you a quick kiss on the lips before he walks off to the door, he swings it open and gets on his knees greeting your daughter scooping her up in his arms.

“What's wrong baby girl?” he wipes her tears with the back of his hand.

“Did my baby girl have a bad dream? Or do you want mamas booby?” He coos giving her kisses. Lena is rubbing her eyes as she's holding onto her stuffed bunny that Megumi gave to her. 

You slip on Gojo’s T-shirt and a pair of panties after you wipe yourself off then walk over to her.

“Hi baby” your daughter reaches her arms over to you. “Someone’s hungry.” you walk out into the living to see your son Shin standing in the living room sucking his thumb.

“Look what you did, you woke them both up.” you click your tongue at Gojo.

“It’s feeding time.” he grins, running over to your son and picking him up. He hugs your son and pats his head.

“ You fed me and now it's time to feed the twins.” he laughs and does a spin with your son, making Shin laugh.

The twins are fast asleep again, Shin is in your lap still latched onto your breast, your eyes are closed. Lena is lying against Gojos chest, she looks so small compared to your husband. He shifts carefully so he can look at you.

“Let’s go on a vacation.” he places a hand on your thigh giving it a light squeeze.

“You know we can’t do that” you open your eyes to look at him.

“ We need it, you need it. I can take time off and we can leave.” 

“Who’s-” he cuts you off.

“My parents will watch the twins. I’ve already talked to them about it and they wanna spend time with their grandkids.” he smiles at you, his sky blue eyes soften,

“ I love you and I want you to relax, you’re here with the twins all day while I go to work.”

“I’m fine.” you say as you play with Shin's stuffed owl that Megumi also gave to him.

“No, let's go.” Gojo carries your daughter back to her bed. He comes back and does the same to Shin, he gives them both kisses on their foreheads before he closes the door and walks back to the living room. 

“Come here.” Gojo pulls you onto his lap, he rests his head in the crook of your neck.

“We’re going on vacation, we’re both exhausted.” he hugs you tighter. “ Let’s go to a resort, get a couples massage and hang out at the hot springs.”

“What about the twins, I'm still nursing them?” you nibble your bottom lip nervously.

“They’ll be fine, you’ve got enough milk in stock, and you’ve only been nursing them once in a while, plus the twins love my parents.” you play with his white fluffy hair,

“ Annnnd…. they told me they want more grandbabies. How am I supposed to get you pregnant if I can’t even have sex with you?” he laughs and slaps your ass, you laugh at how ridiculous he sounds but your parents have also been pestering for you to have more kids.

“ I don’t know.” you hesitate.

“Nanami and his wife went to the hot springs and guess what now they’re expecting, let’s go. He said it was really good.” Gojo is pouting now.

“ Fine let’s go.” you exhale and lay on his chest. 

“Thank you beautiful.” he smiles cheekily as he carries you to bed before falling asleep himself.

[rustingcat]

Spookycorp

Lena sighed, picking up the toy train from the floor. She must've told them to pick it a hundred times already, not that she was deluding herself that any of them would listen to her today, no, they were far too excited to be doing that. She shook her head and cleared the rest of the scattered toys on the floor, and reached her work table. She had a last minute file she had to send before she could be free for the day.

"Muuuuuuum!" The shout from the hall got closer by the second. "Mum look!"

Lena turned her head to see her six years old son wearing an elaborate pirate costume, holding their new puppy up in the air.

"Mum, look at Krypto!" He said, biting his lip in excitement, practically vibrating from joy.

The dog had colourful cloth wings tied around his neck and a little hoodie with a beak and painted eyes.

"He's a parrot?" She tried.

Connor nodded enthusiastically. "Jeju dressed him!"

"Very cute. Then you were free to clean up the toys I told you to collect?" She raised an accusing eyebrow.

"Uhhh…" He started, but was cut off by his sister who quickly appeared on his left.

"Mum, you're not ready!" Lori pointed at her mother with her little hand. She was dressed in a pirate costume as well. It was their family costume after all.

Lena smiled. She knew full well her daughter tried to distract her in order to help her twin, but it was a rather exciting day so she could let them go this once. "I'll be ready in a moment, there's still some time. Go help your Jeju with setting everything for our guests. They should be here soon."

"Okay!" They shouted in unison and disappeared from her view before she could say anything else.

Lena let out a small chuckle and finished her work. She turned to leave the room when she noticed the crooked picture on the wall and stopped to fix it. It was a picture from their wedding day both smiling as they stood under the chuppah dressed in white Kryptonian dresses, Lena's dress had a small handkerchief tied to hers with a small embroidered shamrock. An Irish tradition she thought was beautiful. They decided to make a multicultural wedding, they exchanged Kryptonian wedding bracelets they specially made themselves, along with rings. J'onn, who acted as the pastor, married them, and they both broke the glass together. The kids were there as well, laughing and dancing with joy and delight.

Lena smiled at the memory, and continued to their bedroom. The costume wasn't too complicated to put on, an important aspect she insisted on after the year they all dressed up as astronauts. Getting in and out of that costume was a nightmare, not to mention the kids were three at the time. Lena put on her captain hat and went to join her family in the living room.

"How Rrrr you my beautiful wife?" Kara asked her in a very exaggerated pirate accent. The twins giggled at the attempt.

"I'm fine, darling," she said with a smile as she walked closer to her. "How Rrrr you?" Lena smirked, side-eying the kids who started laughing at her poor pirate accent. She tried to keep a passive expression, that was made harder with their children's laughter and her wife's growing smile. Lena went to kiss her on the cheek when her captain's hat bumped into Kara's. After a long family discussion that involved more arguments than necessary, it was decided that both Lena and Kara would be the captains of the ship, and as captains it was very important that they wear the hats.

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[sombaf]

Assumptions (Unraveled)

The facility loomed like a fortress of glass and steel, nestled deep in the sharp crags of the mountains. The winter sun glanced off its angular surface, making it gleam like a jewel surrounded by pristine, untouched snow. Lena stepped out of the chopper with the kind of precision she was known for, her heels clicking against the frost-dusted pavement in perfect, measured rhythm. The icy air clawed at her exposed skin, sharp and unforgiving, but she didn’t flinch. Composure was her armor, polished to a gleaming perfection that no storm could breach.

Behind her, Kara bounded out with the kind of reckless energy that set Lena’s teeth on edge—and her pulse racing. Her scarf flapped crookedly in the wind, her coat held tightly closed with one hand as if to shield herself from the biting cold. She gave an exaggerated shiver, her cheeks pink from the chill—or at least the convincing pretense of it. Her grin, however, was as bright and effortless as ever, as though the icy air didn’t faze her in the slightest.

It was the kind of grin Lena had learned to steel herself against. Except, of course, she hadn’t.

“This place is amazing!” Kara’s voice rang out, cutting through the winter hush. Her eyes darted to the snow-capped peaks on the horizon, lighting up with wonder. Her breath puffed in soft clouds, and Lena found herself staring, mesmerized, at the way the sunlight played through her golden waves.

Focus, Luthor.

This was supposed to be simple. Professional. A straightforward trip to oversee the analysis of a newly acquired alien artifact. The DEO had insisted on being involved, their precautions bordering on paranoia. And Kara? Kara had been sent along as part of that precaution, her dual role as CatCo reporter and secret superhero the perfect cover.

Logical. Efficient. A solid plan.

That’s what Lena kept telling herself, anyway.

To the facility staff, Kara’s presence made perfect sense—a reporter with a knack for breaking big stories, tagging along to document the cutting edge of alien technology. Flawless. On paper.

But as Kara turned to her now, her grin softening into something quieter, Lena felt her carefully crafted logic crumble. Kara had that effect. On everyone, maybe—but on Lena especially. It wasn’t just her relentless optimism, her ability to find beauty in even the darkest corners of the world. It was the little things: the late-night phone calls that lingered too long, the way Kara could coax laughter from her even on her worst days, the quiet moments when she looked at Lena like she was something more than her name.

Something worthy.

Lena swallowed hard, tearing her gaze away. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag like it might anchor her. A few hours in close quarters with Kara. Manageable. Simple. She just had to keep her damn focus.

“Miss Luthor, Miss Danvers.”

The brisk voice sliced through her spiraling thoughts. Dr. Whitman, the facility’s manager, approached with a confident stride, his assistant trailing behind, clutching a tablet like a lifeline. Instinctively, Lena straightened, her mask of control sliding effortlessly into place.

Introductions followed: Lena’s handshake firm and cool, Kara’s exuberant enough to make Whitman blink in mild surprise. As they discussed the itinerary, Lena responded with crisp, calculated precision. Kara, meanwhile, charmed everyone within earshot with her disarming warmth. Whitman’s assistant, Sarah, seemed especially susceptible, her cheeks coloring every time Kara smiled.

And then Whitman said it.

“Sarah, will you show Miss Luthor and her girlfriend, Miss Danvers, to their room?”

The word hit Lena like a slap.

Years of public scrutiny had trained Lena to mask her reactions, and she didn’t falter now. Her nod was polite, her expression serene. But inside, her mind was a cacophony of panic.

Girlfriend?

The word echoed, relentless, setting her pulse racing. Heat crept up her neck, threatening to betray her calm exterior. She should have corrected him, said something—anything—to clarify the mistake. But her throat tightened, her voice lost somewhere in the rising tide of her thoughts.

And then Kara laughed.

It wasn’t forced. It wasn’t awkward. It was light, easy—like this was funny, like it didn’t mean anything. Lena chanced a glance at her, and her breath caught. Kara’s eyes sparkled, her smile radiant, her presence so unaffected it was maddening.

Of course Kara didn’t care. Why would she? It was just a joke to her.

But then Kara’s hand brushed the small of her back—light, steady, grounding. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through Lena, scattering her spiraling thoughts. She turned to Kara, her gaze searching, and for a fleeting moment, she thought she saw something in Kara’s expression. Something sharp. Intentional.

“Are you ready, darling?” Kara’s voice was warm, teasing, with a lilt that Lena couldn’t quite decipher. But there was something beneath it—a flicker of something she couldn’t name.

Oh Lord, she’s in trouble.

Her breath hitched. “Yes,” she blurted, her voice unsteady. “Yes, of course.”

Kara’s hand lingered, her fingers brushing softly before she pulled away. “Relax,” Kara murmured, her tone low, amused. “It’s just a funny misunderstanding.”

Funny? Misunderstanding? The words looped in Lena’s mind, but her focus was already elsewhere—on the phantom heat of Kara’s hand, the way it lingered even as they followed Sarah down the sleek, glass-lined hall.

By the time they reached their room, Lena was sure she wasn’t going to survive the day.

“Here we are,” Sarah chirped, her voice bright as the door unlocked with a quiet beep. “I hope everything is to your liking.”

Kara smiled, the kind of smile that melted walls and hearts alike. “Thank you, Sarah.” Her tone was so effortlessly genuine that Lena could practically feel the assistant dissolve into giggles as she scurried away.

The door clicked shut, and the silence that followed felt suffocating.

Lena’s gaze drifted to the bed—a massive, king-sized monstrosity dominating the room. Her chest tightened, her breath catching. The word girlfriend echoed again, louder now, relentless.

“This place is nice,” Kara said, setting her bag down by the wardrobe. “Cozy, even.”

Lena didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Her fingers curled around the strap of her bag, white-knuckled. Why hadn’t she said anything? Why hadn’t she corrected Whitman?

“I’m sorry,” she blurted, the words tumbling out unbidden. “I should have corrected him.”

Kara turned, her brow furrowing in that infuriatingly endearing way. “Lena—”

“It’s my fault,” Lena interrupted, shaking her head. Her gaze flicked to the bed, traitorous and quick. “Now we’re here.”

Her words hung in the air, raw and brittle. Kara’s gaze softened, and she stepped closer, her movements slow, deliberate. “Lena,” she said gently. “Hey. Look at me.”

Lena froze. Kara’s hand brushed against her arm—light, steady. Her touch burned through the fabric of Lena’s sleeve, grounding her, unraveling her.

“Breathe,” Kara murmured, her thumb tracing soothing arcs. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

The tightness in Lena’s chest eased, just enough to let her exhale. Her shoulders sagged under the weight of her spiraling thoughts.

“I’ll fix this,” Lena said, her voice trembling. “I’ll—”

“No, you won’t.” Kara’s voice was calm but resolute. Her hand stayed firm on Lena’s arm. “We’re fine as we are.”

The words were simple, but the weight behind them stole Lena’s breath. Kara’s gaze held hers, steady, unwavering. There was something in it—something Lena couldn’t ignore. A promise. A question.

Lena nodded, her resolve faltering, her walls cracking.

For the first time in hours, she let herself breathe.

Continue reading here😉

[mymindcreatedthis]

Feel Full 18+

Lena Oberdorf x Reader

Word count: 3,458

Warning: Smut, Dirty talk, Spsnking, Daddy kink, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Blow Job, Throatpie, Creampies, hair pulling, R doming Lena, Lena Receiving, Squirting, Back scratching, postions: Riding, Doggy, Missionary. Lena getting eaten out.

*Y/n's pov*

It was game day. I wake up to my alarm blaring at 8:30 am. I roll over and turn off my alarm. Lena rolls over and wraps her arm around my waist.

"Mmm what time is it?" She asks in her sexy raspy morning voice.

"8:30 am. Sorry love, I didn't mean to wake you up." I say.

"Mmm it's okay, I was in and out of sleep anyways." Lena says.

I smile and peck her lips. Me and Lena are best friends but are kind of friends with Benefits, Lena grabs my neck and pulls me back down kissing me deeply.

I smirk against her lips and make out with her kissing her back. I hum against her lips.

"Mm we have to get ready." I say. Lena cutely groans in annoyance, I giggle at her. I get up and go into the bathroom, I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth and hair.

I come back into the room and bite my lip as I see the sight of a naked Lena in front of me getting dressed.

I bite my lip and check out her ass, Lena giggles and shake her ass a bit. "Mmm daddy see something she likes?" She asks seductively.

I nod and smirk. "Yeah such a sexy tight ass." I smirk, I squeeze her ass a bit and slap it.

"Hurry up babe. We gotta get ready and head down for breakfast." I say.

Lena nods, she gets dressed and brushes her teeth and hair, we out our shoes on and walk down to breakfast hand in hand.

The team knew of our situation and shipped us. Hoping we would end up dating and telling us how we would make a really cute couple.

We get our food and join the girls. We had a game against Spain today, I put my AirPod in as I eat my food entering game mode.

We all finish breakfast and get on the bus, we leave and head to the stadium.

We get warmed up and start doing stretches, Spain was sending us glares as they walk onto the field.

The game starts, during the 20th minute I get the ball and dribble it up field, I nut meg Athena and Alexia and slam my foot into the ball. The ball flies past the goalkeeper and flies into the back of the net making the score 1-0.

The girls all run over to me and we celebrate. Lena hugs me and pecks my cheek. "Nice goal baby."

I smile and blush a bit, we get back into our positions and continue the game. 60th minute rolls around I get the ball again and score a second time making the score 2-1.

The girls celebrate and hug me. Lena hugs me. "Do that four more times and I'll reward you later on."

Lena says lowering her hand and rubbing my bulge. I blush and quietly moan.

"W-we still need to win. Mmmm stop teasing." I pout.

Lena giggles, she pecks my lips and runs off heading back to her spot on the field.

We finish the game, I score the final goal. Making the score 6-4. Spain was doing good and made it a good game, I hug the Spain players and tell them good game and that they played very well.

As we are walking back to the locker rooms Lena smirks and grabs my ass.

"Nice goals baby. Your ass looks great in this kit." Lena nips my ear and squeezes my ass.

I blush and jump as she squeezes my ass.

"Oi love birds, get a room." Guilia shouts across the field to us.

We laugh and go to the locker room. We shower and get dressed and get on the bus. Me and Lena sit next to each other.

We get to the hotel and go to dinner, we eat. Me and Lena were trying to make plans on what to do the rest of the night. Little did I know what she had in store for me for when we get back to the room.

We finished diner, I click the button to the elevator. The elevator doors open me and Lena get in.

As soon s the elevator door close Lena pins me against the wall and kisses me deeply. I'm shocked at first but then start kissing back.

I moan as Lena rubs my bulge over my shorts. I slip my hand into her shorts and panties and run her clit, Lena moans in the kiss.

I break the kiss and start kissing and sucking on her neck leaving hickys. I slip a finger in and start to finger her slowly.

Lena gasps and moans as I slowly finger her. "Mmm fuck." She moans, she leans her head back I smirk against her skin as I suck in her neck.

I slip in a second finger and finger her a bit faster. Lena gasps and moans and cutely grabs my arm.

"Mm fuck fuck." She moans.

Lena’s walls clench around my fingers letting me know she's close. I smirk and click several floors wanting to help Lena finish on my fingers and give her the release she deserves.

"Fuck daddy I'm close." Lena moans.

I smirk, I rest my head against hers and look deep Into her eyes full of lust as I finger her faster.

Lena moans, her legs shake and buckle a bit as she cums fast and hard, her juices coat my fingers.

I smirk, I take my fingers out of her pussy, shorts and panties and hold them up to her mouth.

Lena sexily takes my fingers in her mouth and sucks her juices off my fingers. She moans as she tastes her self on my fingers. I bit my lip and watch her as she sucks her juices off my fingers.

"Mmm good girl. Such a slut for daddy." I say.

Lena smiles. "All for daddy."

The doors open and we get to our floor. I pick up Lena and carry her to our room, I fish the key card out of her back pocket. I unlock the door and open it. I carry her inside, I close the door behind me with my foot.

I reach behind and me and lock the door. I lay her on the bed and kiss her deeply.

Lena breaks the kiss and looks at me. She slips her hand up my shirt and drags her fingers along my abs. I moan and bite my lip, she knew this was a massive turn on for me.

"Too many clothes they need to come off." Lena says seductively.

Lena takes off my shirt and bra, she takes one of my boobs in her kith and starts sucking on my boob.

I moan loudly as she does this. "Mmm fuck."

Lena rubs my bulge over my shorts as she continues to suck on my boobs.

"F-Fuck Lena don't tease." I moan.

I smirk and catch us off guard, I rub her pussy over her shorts. She moans, I playfully tug on the waistband of her shorts silently asking for permission.

Lena bites her lip and nods. I slip her shirt and bra off, then slide her shorts and panties off and toss them to the side. I kiss her neck and trail kisses down to her chest. I kiss and suck on her boobs.

Lena moans and runs her fingers through my hair as I kiss and suck on her boobs.

Lena moans loudly, I trail kisses from her chest down to her stomach and kiss and suck on her abs leaving hickys.

I kiss down to her pussy and kiss her inner thigh and suck on her inner thighs leaving hickys. Lena moans, she grabs my head and pushes my head to where she needs me the most.

I lick her clit, Lena gasps and moans as I lick her clit. I slide my tongue in her pussy and start eating Lena out.

Lena moans loudly in pleasure and rests her legs on my shoulders, I slip in a finger and slowly finger her as I spit on her pussy and continue to eat her out.

"Ooo fuck." Lena moans.

I smirk, I slip in a second finger and finger her a bit faster as I continue to eat her out.

Lena moans loudly, she squirts. Her juices coat my face. Her walls clench around my finger letting me know that she's close to cumming.

"Cum baby, cum for daddy." I say as I finger her faster and faster.

"Mmm fuck, I'm close daddy. I'm gonna cum.” Lena moans loudly in pleasure.

Her legs spasms and shake on my shoulders as her juices coat my fingers and face as she cums. I help her ride out her high, once she comes down from her high I lick her up sticky mess.

"Mmm tasty." I come back up and kiss Lena, Lena moans in the kiss as she tastes herself on my lips.

"Mmm I can tell I can taste myself on your lips.” Lena giggles.

"Such a naughty girl." I smile and kiss her deeply. She giggles.

She flips us around, she was on top now and I was on the bottom. She kisses my chest and sucks on my boobs and plays with the other one.

I moan as she does this. She trails kisses down to my stomach and abs. She kisses and sucks on my abs leaving hickys.

"F-Fuck." I moan.

Lena slides my shorts and boxers down my legs freeing my dick from its confinement. She tosses my boxers and shorts to the side littering them on the floor.

"Mmm so big." Lena says. She takes my dick In her hand and slowly strokes my dick.

I moan in pleasure as she does this. Once I'm hard she takes my length in her mouth.

I moan as the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat, Lena chokes and gags a bit. She slowly bobs her head.

I moan and run my fingers through her hair. "Mm fuck just like that." I moan in pleasure.

Lena hums against my dick and bobs her head a bit faster, I moan in pleasure as she does this.

It's only been five minutes and I can already feel myself getting closer to busting my load in her mouth.

"Mmm fuck Lena baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

Lena places her hands on my thighs steading herself and bobs her head faster and faster taking me deep in her throat.

"Guck guck guck." Spit and drool drip down her chin as she continues to suck the soul out of my dick.

"Mmm fuck babe." I moan as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Lena baby I'm gon-"

Throat pie:

I'm unable to want her in time. I moan loudly in pleasure and bust my load in her mouth, Lena chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth.

Lena swallows my load and sucks me dry. She cleans up the rest of my cum. My dick falls from her mouth. She smiles, she shows me a mouth full of cum. Some cum drips down her chin, she smiles and swallows my cum.

I moan coming down from my high. Me and Lena Switch, Lena lays down in missionary position.

I hover over her, I rub my tip through her folds. Lena moans as I do this.

"F-Fuck Y/n just put it in already." Lena moans getting impatient.

I nod. I slowly slide my dick inside her tight pussy. We both moan as she takes my length deep inside her, her walls immediately clench around me.

"Fuck you're really deep in there." Lena moans

"So tight and warm." I moan.

Lena giggles and moans and takes a moment to adjust to my size.

"Tell me when to move." I say.

Lena nods, she adjusts and takes another minute to adjust. "M-Move."

I slowly thrust in and out of her. Lena moans and wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer. This causes my dick to deeper inside her. Lena gasps and moans as she takes my length deep inside her pussy.

I rest my head against hers and look deep into her eyes as I thrust back and forth faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room.

Lena looks deep into my eyes. Her eyes full of lust. "Mmm pump me full of your cum."

I pick up the pace and thrust faster and faster inside her. Lena’s eyes roll to the back of her head as I continue to fuck her brains out.

"Like that slut? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I question.

Lena moans loudly in pleasure. "Mm god yes I love it."

I continue to pound her pussy, I go at an angle and pound her g spot. Lena digs her nails in my back and scratches my back.

"Fuck....Fuck...Fuck." Lena squeaks out with each thrust.

"Fuck your pussy feels so good." I moan in pleasure.

Lena giggles and moans as I continue to pound her pussy faster and faster.

"Shit I'm gonna squirt." Lena moans.

I smirk and go faster and faster, Lena screams in pleasure and squirts like a fountain.

I continue to fuck her, I rest my head against hers as I continue to fuck her. I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Mmm I'm close." I moan.

"Me to daddy. Pump me full of your cum." Lena moans in pleasure.

I moan, I go faster and harder than before. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. I moan as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Get ready for my load." I moan.

Creampie #1:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep in her pussy painting her walls white. Lena moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as I continue to fill her up with my cum. I help her ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Cum glazes her folds and oozes out of her pussy and drips down her thighs and onto the bed.

"Mmm I want all that cum." Lena says seductively.

She lines my dick up with her pussy. She pushes the tip in and slowly sinks down on my dick taking my length deep inside her tight pussy. Her walls immediately clench around me.

She moans and takes a moment to adjust to my size. She slowly slides up and down on my dick. I moan and place my hands on her hips.

"Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Lena slides up and down on my dick a bit faster. I moan, I reach up and massage her boobs as she continues to ride me.

"'Mm does that feel good daddy?" Lena moans as she continues to ride my dick.

"Mmm so good." I moan.

Lena rides my dick a bit faster, her ass slamming down on my dick when she brings it down. Lena moans and rocks her hips back and forth some.

"Ahh fuck toy feel so good deep inside me." Lena moans loudly in pleasure.

Lena places her hands on my boobs and massages them roughly as she slides up and down on my dick faster and faster than before slamming her ass on my lap.

"Like that baby? My dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask seductively and moan as she continues riding me.

"Mmm fuck daddy. I love you stretching me out." Lena moans.

Lena continues to ride my dick, and picks up the pace going faster and harder than before.

"F-Fuck." I moan in pleasure.

I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt again." Lena moans.

Lena goes even faster, she moans loudly in pleasure and squirts an over my dick, lap and all over the sheets. Her legs shake and buckle a pleasure as she squirts.

"Ahh fuck." Lena moans.

God Lena really knows how to fuck someone fast and good. "Shit right there babe. Holy shit, that's so good."

I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. Lena moans and keeps going. Her juices drip and runs down my dick.

"Ahh I'm close baby." I moan.

"Me too, give me that cum." Lena moans.

She moans and goes faster, I feel myself getting extremely close to busting deep inside her.

Lena giggles. "Yeah? Is daddy close? You gonna pump my tight pussy full of cum?" Lena asks teasing me.

"Mmm I'm gonna drain my balls inside you." I moan.

Lena moans and goes faster and harder than before. Her tight walls clench around my massive 11 inches, I moan loudly in pleasure.

I moan as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls. Shit I'm gonna cum buckets deep inside her.

Creampie #2:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her pussy painting her walls white. Lena moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan in pleasure as I continue to shoot ropes of thick sticky cum inside her.

I help Lena ride out her high. Once we both come down from our highs, Lena gets off my dick. Cum coats her folds and drips down her thighs and onto my dick and onto the bed.

she moves off me and moves to the middle of the bed and gets on all fours.

"Mmm stuff me with more of your cum daddy." She says shaking her ass.

I smirk and move behind her, I slide my dick back inside her cum filled pussy. We both moan as my dick is back deep inside her.

"Ahh so tight and warm." I moan.

Lena giggles and slides her ass back into me. I place my hand on her hip and reach up. I pull her hair with my other hand. I bite my lip and slowly thrust in and out of her pulling her hair as I fuck her from behind.

I smirk, I thrust in and out of her faster and faster.

"Fuck....Fuck...Fuck." Lena squeaks out with each thrust.

My balls slapping against her skin as our moans fill the room. "Mmm so fucking good." I moan.

"Mmm yes....Yes give me that cum." Lena moans.

She slides back and forth on my dick slamming her ass against me. We both moan as she goes faster and rougher.

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming.

"Mmm yes just like that I'm gonna cum buckets." I moan.

Lena giggles. "Mmm maybe we should keep going then."

We both moan as she goes faster and rougher than before, my balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Ah, babe....mmm get ready for my load." I moan.

Lena giggles and goes even faster and faster than before.

Creampie #3

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her painting her walls white. Lena moans and cums all over my dick, we both as I continue to pump her full of cum. Lena moans loudly in pleasure as I cum deep inside her. Her legs shake and buckle in pleasure as I fill her up.

I help her ride out her high. Once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out, my dick falls limp. Cum immediately oozes out of her pussy and drips down her thighs and onto my dick and onto the bed.

"Mmm so much cum, I feel stuffed." Lena says.

"Mmm you know how to drain me love." I say.

We both lay next to each other on the bed. Lena cuddles up into me.

"Mmm should we sleep naked together the rest of camp?" Lena asks.

"Mmm yes, I'm 100% down." I say.

She giggles and kisses me. "Of course you are. Come on love let's go shower and get cleaned up."

She grabs my hand and drags me to the bathroom with her. I got something to look forward to all camp. We shower together and fall asleep in the same bed.

[autisticlenaluthor]

Midnight

“I’ve got you!” Kara says in the morning when Lena trips over trips over the blanket discarded on the floor. Before Lena can fall, she lunges forward and catches her in her arms— graceful as ever. For a second, they both laugh. 

“My hero,” Lena says through her giggles. She kisses her and boops her nose. “Thank you.” 

“I’ve got you,” Supergirl says when another L Corp press conference is attacked. As the crowd runs in every which direction— scattering across the park like flies, Lena makes a beeline for her. She ducks down and throws her hands over her head— Kara immediately crouching over her. Like the wind, her cape blows over Lena’s body and shields her. When shots fire, they bounce right off. They’re nothing but a startling bang and flattened bullet. 

“I’ve got you,” Kara says again, her hand holding firm on Lena’s arm. “I’ll get you out of here.” 

“I’ve got you,” Kara affirms at game night when it’s time to pick teams. “Right?” 

Lena grins and rolls her eyes. “Obviously.”

 

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” Kara says, pulling Lena aside to hand her a coffee.

Lena blushes bright red.

“Kara!” Her voice is an octave higher than normal but she can’t help it. Of course Kara would interpret her disgruntled texts about how she was running late and wouldn’t have time to stop at Noonans as an invitation to buy the drink for her. “You didn’t have to do that.” 

“I know, I wanted to. And you really can’t function without caffeine.” 

Lena bows her head and smiles. They’ve got an 8am CatCo staff meeting in five minutes– she really did need the boost.

Running her index finger over the rim of the cup, Lena bites her bottom lip. “You really are my favorite- you know that?” 

“I know.” Kara grins. “But I love when you remind me.”

 

“I’ve got you,” Kara whispers, half asleep. Lena curls into her, shaking like a leaf as she reaches out to hug her around the neck. 

Through the darkness, Kara can just barely make out the spotty tears on Lena’s cheeks. She’s frowning, chin quivering, but still, fighting to keep the rest inside. Kara wraps her arms around her and gently pulls her close. 

She’s no stranger to nightmares either– to seeing the images of her worst days projected onto the backs of her eyelids like a looping movie she can’t escape. In moments like these, she’s almost grateful they’ve been through it so many times together. It means she knows exactly what Lena needs to feel better. 

“It’s okay,” Kara breathes, carefully rubbing Lena’s back. “You’re safe. It’s just a dream.” 

Wordlessly, Lena sniffs. She holds Kara a little tighter– her way of reminding herself that she’s real, she isn’t going anywhere. 

“You’re safe,” Kara says again. “He can’t get to you.”

“It’s okay– I’ve got you.”

Kara drapes Lena’s coat over her shoulders and puts her arm around her, effectively shielding her from the crowded clamor of the gala. At midnight, the party is still roaring. A scene with noise and flashing lights Lena hit her limit on half an hour ago. 

Lena nods to herself, pressing her body closer to Karas. For a second– she doesn’t have the discretion to think about being caught in her moment of weakness. She doesn’t care about being watched or gawked at. 

Because they planned for this weeks ago. Because Kara knows when Lena says they need to go, it means they need to go now. Because they never go to an event without knowing where the service exit is.

Before Lena knows it, they’re hidden away in a private hallway, on their way out of the building.

“You alright?” Kara checks. 

Lena nods and manages a small smile. 

“Yeah,” she whispers. “I know you’ve got me.”

[nostradamus0]

ficwip - ‘promise’

thanks for the tag @sideguitars! :)

i'm pretty sure i have way more wips than this that have 'promise' somewhere in them, but i got bored searching lol. i don't use google docs much anymore since i switched to libreoffice so i can't just search the word in drive, i have to open each doc and that requires more attention span than i possess

(link to event thing!)

lillian is a Good Mom au

“That’s a cicada shell, sweetheart,” she says as Lena lifts the bug toward to her face, and Lillian leans back to avoid getting bumped in the nose.  “Where’d the cicada go, mommy?” Lena asks, all childlike wonder and curiosity. “I don’t know. Off on an adventure somewhere, I’m sure.” Suddenly, worry covers Lena’s face like a raincloud.  “Oh no,” she whispers, her eyes going wide and sad. “What if it comes back and can’t find its shell because I took it?” Lillian’s entire heart swells in her chest until her ribs ache with the effort of containing it. “I don’t think you need to worry about that, my love.” “Are you sure?”  “Completely. Cicadas shed their skin, but they grow new ones. This belonged to a cicada that doesn’t need it anymore.” “Promise?” Lena’s hair tickles Lillian’s cheek as she whispers the word close to her mother’s ear. “I promise.” It’s just the shell of a bug, but she’d promise this child the stars if she could bring them to Earth. (Not that she needs to. Lena will find the stars all on her own, in time.)

your voice is the splinter inside me sequel

“I will not lie to you, Henry,” she says finally, her voice careful and quiet and shaking just a little too much to hide, and god, he has no idea. She has never promised anything more important than honesty to her son. “I can’t always promise you the truth—not all secrets are mine to tell, but I will never lie to you.” Henry doesn’t reply, but he meets her gaze, and his eyes are heavy with understanding. He taps his fingers on his thigh and she can tell he’s biting at the inside of his cheek. When he was young, she would tap his cheek with the tip of a finger and he would giggle and laugh. Now, her hand twitches in her lap, and she cannot reach out to him like that. His expression changes to one she cannot so easily read. He seems to pause for a moment, and Regina sets the photograph carefully back into the envelope.

from the next chapter of my supercorptober 2023 fic that i never finished because i'm the worst

“Ms. Luthor is out of office at the moment; you’ll have to make an appointment.” “Oh, no, that’s alright,” Kara says cheerfully, holding up the plant as she continues, “I’m just dropping this off, I don’t need to actually see Lena. It’s better if it’s a surprise.” Jess’s eyes narrow, flickering between Kara’s face and the pot she’s holding in both hands. She shifts her weight in discomfort. “There’s nothing dangerous, I promise. It’s just a flower.” But Jess’s expression remains unchanged. Kara falters. “I’m not some crazy person. I’m Kara. Danvers? Lena’s my fiancée.” At this, Jess’s eyebrows shoot up, but she doesn’t break. “Lena hasn’t mentioned a fiancée.” Drat. She’d been hoping that would work. “It’s a recent development.” “She doesn’t wear a ring.” That’s . . . actually a good point. How had she forgotten about that? She was always planning to give Lena a ring as well—it was important in a relationship to respect both parties’ cultures—but she’d forgotten about that aspect of an engagement ring. With a bracelet, people would only know what it means if she tells them. Everyone would understand the significance of a ring. “Where I come from, we use bracelets. I’m planning to get her a ring as well, though.” Jess does not look impressed. “You’re not wearing a bracelet, either,” she says, which is another good point. Kara opens and closes her mouth rather like a fish out of water. “Lena wears one,” she mumbles, rather weakly. But Jess doesn’t so much as waver. Instead, she folds her arms on her desk and straightens her shoulders. Kara bites at the inside of her cheek, feeling very intimidated. “Just because you’re a superhero doesn’t mean you don’t need an appointment, Ms. Danvers,” Jess says, her voice stern like Kara’s a small child in need of a lecture, and Kara’s life nearly flashes before her eyes.

no-pressure taggingggggg @lesbiansayaishii @benwvatt @luthordamnvers @sssammich :D

[supercorpkid]

Yours Truly, Pink Kryptonite

Supergirl. Kara Danvers x Reader!, Alex Danvers, Lena Luthor

Word Count: 3003.

"As you can see here, we'll start this presentation with an overview of the current business –" You look out the window to see Supergirl staring at you and waving excitedly. "landscape, and, um, the importance of embracing innovation." 

You look around, making sure no one is paying attention to the Kryptonian calling out for you from the other side of the window. What the hell could she possibly want right in the middle of your most important work presentation ever?

You obviously know Kara does a lot of things, but working 9 to 5 isn't one of them. She runs off from CatCo whenever she wants or has an emergency.

Emergency! God, there must be an emergency!

Your mouth dries, and your eyes widen. "Or, you know, everyone knows this." You look at your boss, furrowing his brows at you. "We know our company and where we stand. So instead of wasting our time with the introduction, why don't we just skip to –" You press the control skipping through basically half of your presentation. "the expansion to new markets. And who better to talk about that than my team! I'll leave it to you guys, and will answer to this very important call from our program developer. We know he hates to wait. I'm sorry. I have to –" 

You slip out of the conference room, heart on your throat, completely unaware of what you just said in there.

Supergirl meets you at the balcony of your office with a wide smile. "Kara!" You close the door behind you, looking around you to make sure no one is paying attention or seeing the both of you through glassy walls. "What's the emergency?"

Kara tilts her head to the sides, like a confused puppy. "Emergency?"

You touch her arms, looking for something that could explain why she is here in the middle of the day. "Yes! I mean, isn't there an emergency?"

"Not that I'm aware of." She smiles widely.

It's your turn to master your most confused face. "Then why are you here?"

"Oh!" Kara lets go of your arm, and puts a lock of your hair behind your ear. "I came to ask you out."

"What?"

"On a date! Tonight!" You're still looking at her like you haven't got the faintest idea of what's going on. "Maybe lunch?" She tries to get a different reaction. "Now?"

You look around. This must be a prank. Is someone filming this? Is today April Fools? Surely not. 

"You're not saying no." Her smile brightens up, like this is the most amazing thing that's ever happened. "So that means I can fly the hottest woman out of here right now?"

"What?" You repeat, yet again, baffled by everything that is happening. "You can't. I — I'm working."

"And you sounded so smart in that board meeting, baby." 

"Baby?" You whisper to yourself, more confused now than before. If that's even possible.

"But work is boring," Kara strokes your cheek lightly. "and you're honestly so pretty that I'm sure you'd never have to work if you wanted. Oh! You know what, we should do that!"

"Never work again?" You ask and she agrees enthusiastically. "It's not like you do anyways." You try a little joke and Kara laughs like you just said the funniest thing in the universe.

She composes herself, after a loud snort. "Ok. So you're smart, and pretty, and hot and funny. Golly, how did I get so lucky to get you to go on a date with little old me?"

You open your mouth a couple of times, but keep your comments to yourself. She is literally Supergirl; You never said yes to any date; and WHAT THE HELL! Are some of the things you refrain from saying.

"Kara, I have to go back to work. This presentation is really important." You point to the door and she agrees, once again, vividly with her head. 

"Ok, ok. But lunch?"

"I can't. I have a meeting with the developer." She pouts like a child, and you can't say no to her. Not when she looks so adorable. You breathe deep. "Dinner."

Kara bites her lower lip, holding back a huge smile. "Dinner is perfect. I'll organize everything, and you just have to go and be pretty, which is basically what you do all day anyways."

You furrow your brows one more time and agree with a nod. You make your way to the door, and make a mental note to call Alex and ask her what the hell! 

"Hey baby," You look over your shoulders and back at her one more time. "Your butt looks awesome in this outfit." 

"Thanks?" While your face burns red in embarrassment. 

You spend the rest of the day trying to concentrate on your work, but you can't really because you need to understand what happened between you and Kara this morning.

Sure, you two are used to a little bit of flirting. Subtle and awfully vague. Just little jokes that usually makes Kara completely uncomfortable, and makes her blush in no time. And now, just out of fucking nowhere, she is calling you baby and asking you out on dates?

You: hey! Kara's a bit off today. Something happened? Alex 🌈: oh, yeah. Pink Kryptonite. Why? You: great! One more! What does this one do? Alex 🌈: not sure. Just discovered it. Send me a list of symptoms.

A list of symptoms. Ok. You can do this. 1. She looked extremely happy. But that's not a symptom. 2. She had the courage to ask you out. Could that be a symptom? No. Surely not. Asking people out is not a symptom of being exposed to kryptonite. 3. She called you baby. Yeah, you don't have a list.

You: IDK, just weird. We'll meet up later and I'll try to investigate further. Alex 🌈: great! Will do the same from here.

Not good enough. You look down on your phone one more time. Change conversations.

You: hey! did you happen to see Kara today? Lena the witch: Yeah… You: everything alright? Lena the witch: If by alright you mean weird, then sure.  You: weird how? Lena the witch: She spent the entire duration of our lunch saying you butt looked great today. You: got it ✨super weird✨. Lena the witch: What's up with that? You: unsure. will let you know as soon as I figure it out.

You get ready for your date. It feels weird thinking about it. You've been kinda flirting kinda joking with Kara for a long while. You never thought this was going anywhere. It's not like you didn't want it to happen, but Kara Danvers is not gay. Which is unfortunate for you.

Except today she was the gayest of the gays. Queen of the lesbians. So you can't help but look in the mirror one more time, before saying out loud this time, "What the hell!"

Of course you like the idea of you and Kara going on a date, but it feels hard to enjoy this when it is so sudden and out of the blue. Just yesterday when you were leaving the Tower late at night and said goodbye with a simple, 'see you later handsome', Kara blushed so hard, she lost all her words and stumbled on her own two feet on the way out the elevator. How was she so smooth this morning?

You open the door, after the doorbell rings once. Kara is on the other side, the brightest smile on her face and flowers on her hands. "Hey baby."

You blush furiously. Can't keep your body in check, no matter how much you want to not enjoy this moment before you find out exactly what's going on with Kara.

"You look incredible. You always look incredible." She makes sure, a thumb sliding on your cheek delicately. And it's only the second time she's done this, and you're already addicted to it. "Oh, I brought your favorite flowers."

You look at it, bite your lower lip and hold your breath. She looks beautiful. Like an angel in front of you. Blonde waves cascading down her shoulders, blue eyes as bright as the day sky, smile as wide and white as possible, and she is here holding your favorite flowers. How the hell are you going to resist her?

"Thanks, baby.” God, no! What are you doing? No flirting! 

You turn around, putting the flowers on a vase, and trying to keep your hands and yourself busy so you don't jump on her and kiss her senseless. "Hey, what does Pink Kryptonite do?"

"Um, Pink Kryptonite?" Kara plays coy and you don't even have to look behind yourself to know she is smoothing her hand over her vest, right after touching her glasses. "Where did you see that?"

"Well, baby," You turn around to face her. "it seems that you've been exposed to it." Kara's mouth drops, not knowing what to say. You close the distance. "And believe me, I'm loving what's happening here, but I need to know if this is you or the kryptonite talking. So, what does it do?"

"It turns Kryptonians alittlegay." She mumbles under her breath, and it is only with much effort from your part that you understand it.

Your face drops. "Right." 

It's not like you're shocked about her revelation, she was acting like the lesbian jesus right after being exposed to a hot new type of kryptonite (why so many?). You breathe out, looking at the flowers and trying to ignore your selfish heart and desire to just go along with it.

"You should go."

"What?" Kara's eyes get full of tears. "But, the dinner."

"You're not in love with a woman, Kara. The effects of the kryptonite will fade and you'll regret this whole thing. So before we do something that can ruin our friendship, you should go." 

A tear falls from her eye, and she bites her lower lip to keep herself from crying out loud. Your heart is squeezing in your chest and you're having to summon all of your strength to keep going with this and not just simply kiss her better. 

"But that's not it." She tries, sounding small and in pain.

"Kara, it's ok." It's your turn to stroke her cheek lovingly and carefully, wiping the single tear away. "It was fun, but it isn't you. And for this to happen, I need to be you. Ok?" You're explaining yourself with caution, almost as if you're talking to a child. She agrees with her head, slowly, looking small in her tall body. "Don't worry. It will wear off soon, and you'll be yourself again. And you’ll be glad this didn’t happen." You kiss her cheek and give her a wistful smile.

Kara makes her way out of your apartment, crestfallen and so disheartened you almost feel bad. You take a deep breath. She'll be fine. She'll thank you for this when she wakes up free of the Pink Kryptonite.

Gee, a kryptonite that turns them gay. What the hell was going on in Krypton? But also, you wish you were there. The parties must have been wild.

You turn around in your bed, the flowers that Kara brought keep haunting you, because you decided to put them right next to your bed. You sit up, rubbing your face awake. Why the hell did you kick Kara out the door? It could've happened! It could finally have happened! Why didn't you take advantage of it?

Oh yeah. Yours truly, Pink Kryptonite. Ugh. She didn't really want you, she was just gay for a day. You roll your eyes to yourself. Now you'll just have to live with the awkwardness and the desire while you're around her. Great.

You hear a light tap on the glass and you let out a shit-scare scream, only to see Supergirl flying on the other side of your window. You hear a soft, "sorry." when she realizes how shaken you got.

You open the window to find a glowing Supergirl, and it doesn't take much deducing to understand she's been under the yellow sun bed for a while.

"I flew as close as I could to the sun." She explains, still on the other side, but it's quick to make her way inside. "The yellow sun emulators are alright, but there's nothing better than the real thing."

"Yeah." It's all you can say.

"I wanted to get rid of the Pink Kryptonite as fast as possible." Kara explains it further, and finally puts her glass back so she can change back into her normal clothes. "I was going to wait until tomorrow, but I heard you were still up. I wanted to apologize."

"Whoa, I knew you'd regret it, but God that was fast. Must be some kind of new record for me." You sit back on your bed with a loud sigh.

"No, no." Kara is quick to follow you, kneeling in front of you and holding your hand. "I wanted to apologize for waiting for the kryptonite to finally show me what my life could've been like if I had a little bit of courage."

"Kara, you are the epitome of courage."

"No, I'm not. I've been wanting to ask you out for months and haven't got the courage." She confesses. "Do you know how many times I almost called you baby these past few weeks?"

"You said Pink Kryptonite turns Kryptonian gays." She shakes her head agreeing. "For you to be turned into something, you can't already be that something."

"It turned me extra gay." 

You bite your lip to hold back a laugh, but she's not scared of showing you her wide smile. "Let me show you."

"Show me what?" 

Kara perches up, thumb sliding across your cheek until her hand cups your face. "Let me show you that it wasn't the Pink Kryptonite that turned me gay." She brings your face closer. "Let me show you how you were the one that did it."

"Are you sure this isn't the Pink Kryptonite talking?"

"I'll tell you what," Her breath is hot in your mouth, and you're holding your own breath in anticipation. "why don't we go to sleep and when we wake up you can ask me again?"

"Ok." But your resolution is weakening by the minute, especially after she spoons you in bed and places a little goodnight kiss on your neck.

You wake up with more flowers and breakfast in bed. Kara has a warm smile, and she looks so damn beautiful just fresh out of bed it's annoying.

"Good morning, baby." She holds your face between her hands, thumb caressing your cheek in the way that makes your heart flutter. She’s obviously able to hear it.

You swallow deep. "Is this you or the Pink Kryptonite?"

"Why don't you ask me again after work?" Kara says feeding you a strawberry, and you agree weakly with your head.

She shows up at lunch time, and holds your smelly tuna sandwich out of your reach, convincing you that you deserve better food. She has it all set out on your balcony, a whole picnic that makes all of your colleagues so jealous of your lunch date. Little do they know she actually flew to Italy for that pasta.

And it's another thumb stroke and another, "Is this the Pink Kryptonite?" question that makes her head tilt a little bit farther and she reaches the corner of your mouth, instead of your lips.

"Ask me again at our dinner tonight."”

After work pick-ups and holding hands and perhaps it's Pink Kryptonite. Flowers and dinner dates and maybe it's just the exposure. Movie nights and cuddles and what if it is still turning you gay. Slow dancing to the TV light and thumbs slowly stroking your cheeks and why don't you ask again tomorrow. And that goes on for weeks.

Alex texts you that Kara was exposed to real Kryptonite this time. You know, not the one that turns her into the queen of gays, but the one that turns her bones into flaming hot goo. You run to the Tower and watch her unawake under the yellow sunlight. 

"Hey, it's ok." Alex holds your shoulder while you cry. "She'll be fine. A few hours under the sun and she's good as new."

"What?"

"Yeah, the effects of the kryptonite aren't lasting. It wears off if we deal with it fast."

"With all of the different types?" You furrow your brows at her and Alex agrees with her head.

Well, haven't you been wasting precious time?

You run into the medbay, and sit beside her bed. Like clockwork, a couple hours later, Kara's eyes open and she looks at you on the other side. "Hey baby."

"Oh my God, baby!" You run to her, not caring about anyone on the other side of the glass that might be able to see you both. You throw yourself at her, kissing her entire face. "You scared me."

She smiles widely. "And would do it again to have you kissing my face like that."

You hold her face between your hands, and slide your thumb across her cheek. "Don't you dare." She smiles, but soon her eyes widen when she realizes what's coming next. You meet her lips with yours softly. But soon she deepens the kiss, and next thing you know she's pulling you up the bed while sitting herself up. You’re full on sitting on her lap, while your lips crash and tongues slide and hands explore visible skin. And honestly, the yellow sunlight doesn’t help when you’re body already feels like it is on fire. 

Kara parts the kiss for some air, and looks at you with full-blown pupils. "Is this you or Pink Kryptonite?"

You roll your eyes and give her a chuckle. "Shut up and kiss me again before I think the Green Kryptonite is also turning you gay."

Kara’s tongue is almost inside your mouth again when you hear a yell from the other side of the glass.

"NO! Absolutely not! We can see everything!” Kara is quick to move her hands out of your butt. “That was more than enough!" 

Alex's face is red from yelling, Lena's face is red from embarrassment, and Nia's cellphone case is red from all the pictures she's been taking.

"Keep going! I'm gonna turn these into GIFs!"

You and Kara look at each other, "We should go." "Yeah."

So Kara was right, it wasn't the exposure that turned her gay. Still you do appreciate yours truly, Pink Kryptonite, because at least it gave her courage to be her true gay self.

[missluthorwillseeyounow]

Ooh I'd love to hear 27 for Lena 😂

27. What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

For Lena, the worst gift was no gift at all.

Her first birthday at the Luthors, and the little girl woke up with the first tiny bit of hope and happiness in her little heart.

Her birthdays, as far as she could remember in her young life, were always happy days. Not grand, in any sense. But the tiny cottage by the cliffs would be filled with a warm, rich scent of the sponge cake baking in the oven, and her mother would always let her sneak a small piece before the cake was even decorated. The sponge would be buttery and soft in Lena’s mouth, and when she exclaimed at the taste, her mother would get a soft look in her eyes and cup her cheek gently, wiping crumbs from her mouth.

No matter how lean the year had been, there would always be a present waiting for Lena at the table, lovingly wrapped by her mother's hand in shiny paper. Most times it would be a cheap pair of shoes or a plastic toy or an old book from a thrift shop - all her mother could afford - but Lena would treasure each as if it were gold.

But where were they now? Discarded by the Luthors as cheap trinkets the minute she moved into their household.

But today, she has a little bit of hope. After all, her mother always showed her that birthdays are special days.

Lena waits at the breakfast table. Lex is at boarding school, she misses him dearly. Lionel is already at LuthorCorp. Lillian has spared a rare moment to sip her morning coffee before heading out the door, and Lena's spirits lift in anticipation.

But nothing comes. No acknowledgment as the maid approaches with her lunch box and book bag. It's not even Lillian who bids her farewell, but rather the housekeeper who tells her to hurry along or she'll be late for school.

Breakfast comes and goes, and Lena is ushered into the family limo without acknowledgment.

She keeps her expectations low throughout the school day, but a little part of her looks up each time the door opens. She knows better than to expect any of the Luthors to come in with cupcakes and balloons or anything like that. But a small message, any sort of acknowledgment would be welcome.

Nothing comes.

School is dismissed and Lena is too. She is sent to her room to do her homework and brush up on her reading. Her Latin teacher comes and goes. Her organic chemistry tutor stays for an hour and talks about chirality and stereoisomers, but mentions nothing about birthdays.

Her last hope clings to life at dinner.

She's too scared to bring it up to Lionel. The man who had picked her up and flown her to the States is more interested in the portfolio he's reviewing at the table. Lillian is similarly distracted by some documents at her side. The entire dinner is silent and distracted, work taken to the table just to avoid talking to the people they share a house with. It certainly can't be called a family.

Lionel retires early and the only two people left are Lillian and Lena. The little girl waits as the maid clears the plates and disappears around the corner.

She summons her courage and musters a small smile for her new mother, who doesn't even look up to see it. "It's my birthday today."

Lillian’s annoyed gaze flicks up at her, her grey eyes almost bored. "Is it? And did you expect some sort of congratulations for that?"

Lena's mouth snaps shut, and her eyes lower to her lap.

"Do you suggest we reward something as trivial as being born? Should you get some award for merely existing?" Lillian arches a fine eyebrow. "Accolades are for achievements, Lena. Birthdays are not achievements, and hardly worth any sort of offering. If you're looking for some sort of distinction or praise for merely existing, you're looking in the wrong place. Let me know when you've achieved something worth commemorating."

But you gave Lex his own lab for his last birthday. Lena bites the thought back, knowing better than to say anything. Instead, she turns back to her plate.

The rest of the meal passes in silence.