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Happiness 8: Run away with me
“You work too hard.”
“I work just enough to keep this place from rack and ruin, thank you very much.”
She’s staring intensely at some spreadsheet or whatever, likely trying to convince Kara that she’s fine, but the fatigue in her voice, the slump of her shoulders, and the dark circles around her eyes tell a different story. Kara shakes her head in exasperation. Uncrossing her arms, she eases off the doorframe and walks over to the desk. She closes the laptop, unhooks the phone, and carefully lifts Lena off her chair. Any other day, she would be complaining, but not tonight. Tonight, Lena wraps her arms around Kara’s neck and allows herself to be carried to the couch with nary a peep of protest. Kara lays her head on her lap, and starts to gently scratch her scalp. Almost immediately, Lena relaxes. Her breathing slows and the tension in her jaw evaporates.
The weight of the world she’s trying to change melts away, and all that’s left is Lena.
And she is beautiful.
“Run away with me.” Kara whispers.
Lena smiles. “Kara, don’t be ridiculous,” she says with a soft laugh, touching her chin to Kara’s knuckles. “You know we can’t do that.”
“Okay. Run away with me for a few weeks.”
Lena slowly opens her eyes at that. She looks like she might be considering it, so Kara continues.
“Come on, what do you say? You and me, anywhere you wanna go.”
Lena’s eyes shine.
The trip to Argo takes a day of planning and 46 hours of travel time. Lena spends half the trip asleep.
It’s Alura who greets them when they land.
“Mom, you rememb—”
“Lena! Oh how wonderful of you to visit us!”
The older woman embraces her like an old friend, and gazes upon her like a daughter. And Kara’s heart feels like it might burst.
For the next few days, Kara feels like a museum guide in charge of an overcurious guest. But she doesn’t mind. Everything fascinated Lena. She was so eager to learn all that she could, and spent most of her time either poking around with some tech or falling asleep at her translator tablet. Kara finds her in such a state one day, seated like a shrimp in the study, her dark hair falling over her face. She takes the device, bookmarks the page (3277, energy… dark matter), and moves Lena to a more comfortable location.
She’s startled to find her father next to her, Lena’s reading glasses in hand.
“She is exceptional.”
“I’m glad you found each other. A match like yours is rare.”
Kara’s eyes widen at what Zor-El must be implying.
“Oh. Oh no, it’s not—”
Her father only gives her a cryptic nod and softly claps a warm hand to her shoulder. He plants a kiss to the crown of her head, then puts Lena’s glasses in her palm.
She’s walking through the courtyard one morning, when she spots her mother near a patch of flowering hedges. Not unusual, she loves those flowers. What is unusual is that those flowers are symbolic of the union of two souls.
And that she’s talking about them to Lena.
Lena approaches her one evening, asks to meet her in the gardens.
“So… Your mom,” She starts. “We were talking the other day and she uh, she thinks that we’re…” Lena’s hands flail about helplessly between the two of them.
“Yeah, funny, my dad thinks so too… But don’t worry, I didn’t—”
“No, yeah, it’s fine… I mean, I’m not…”
This might be the most awkward, most embarrassing conversation in her entire life, Kara thinks. Not even that first date with what’s-his-name from junior high could top this.
Her feelings for Lena were never easy to deal with. She’d always resorted to avoidance whenever she was forced to face their existence. And now she’s finding that she might be exposed, by her own parents, no less…
“Sorry about that. They can be a little… nosy.”
She decides to have a talk with them later, ask them to never bring it up again. But then she glances sideways at Lena, sees how the fading rays of the red sun bring out the color of her eyes, hears the music in her quiet laugh, and--
And Kara wants that. Not for a few hours every week. She wants that every day, for the rest of her life.
“Would it be so horrible, though?” she asks. “Being… together. With me?”
Lena’s gaze meets hers for a moment, then turns downward to look at her own hands. When she looks up again, the smile Lena gives her leaves no room for misinterpretation, and hope swells bright and loud in Kara’s chest.
“I don’t think it would be horrible at all.”
“Kara, darling!” Alura calls out in Kryptonian. “Supper is ready.”
Kara yells out a response and turns back to Lena. She tentatively reaches out to her.
Lena takes her hand, and threads their fingers together.
Dinner gives way to (an only slightly competitive round of) Kryptonian chess, gives way to a quiet walk under the stars, and Kara figures this was the best dumb idea she’d ever had. Lena’s head rests on her shoulder, Kara turns her cheek into her hair. She looks down at their joined hands and Kara thinks she’s found something here, in the softness of the moon’s pale glow.
It started out as running away.
Now it felt like she was coming home.
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Todoroki x reader
Summery: Todoroki gets hit with a sex pollen quirk. That calm cool and collected husband? Yeah he’s gone
Warnings⚠️: 18+, rough sex
You sit on the couch, wrapped in your blanket, watching the tv. It was the afternoon, and you were watching live footage of a fight further into the city. You watched as your husband Shoto zipped around the street, fighting against the villain, coordinating with Red Riot to fight. The street camera zeroes in on Shoto. He's in hand to hand fight with the villain, not getting far enough away to use his quirk efficiently. They throw punches, kicks, but in the end, Shoto is stronger and knocks him back, trapping him in ice.
Throughout the whole fight, the villain hadn't use his quirk. You wonder if he even had one. If he did, he would've used it to give himself a better chance against Shoto and Red Riot, not that he would've won anyway. The police come, and Shoto melts away his ice so they can take him away. Right when he's free, he puts his hands up, shooting some a type of powder, or pollen, maybe mist, at Shoto. You couldn't tell what it was, but it caught him off guard, and he stumbled back a few steps, shaking his head and blinking in surprise.
Red Riot runs over to him, and you can tell he's asking if he's ok. Shoto nods, turning and walking away. The screen zoom's out, getting shots of the whole scene, the police, and everything. You wonder what hit Shoto. Maybe the guy did have a quirk. You've learned over the years if there was a reason to worry, he, or his assistant, would call and let you know, cause for all you knew, it could've just been something to try to scare him. That doesn't ever help the underlying thought that now he could be dying, that it could've been a type of poison, but as usual, you push it away and continue with your day.
A few hours later, your laying on the couch, watching a movie, snuggling in your blanket, warm and happy, until your phone dings. Cause why wouldn't it ding when you're perfectly comfortable? You reach and pick it up, seeing a text from Todoroki.
Hi, Love. If you aren't busy, could you please come down to my office? It's urgent.
You're immediately on your feet, typing a quick "yeah on my way" and rushing to throw on clothes. You go through a bunch of scenarios for what could have happened or what could be wrong. You could tell it was Shoto that sent the text, meaning he was at least conscious. Maybe it had to do with his job, or he needed quick help with something. But wait, he said it was urgent, so why did he say if you weren't busy? You stop in your tracks. It was unlike Shoto not to be clear about something. Something was definitely wrong. Either way, he needed you, so you were going to go.
You get in your car, starting it up and heading toward his agency. You arrive, parking in the garage meant for you and Shoto or any heroes from other agencies that visit. You walk inside, doing a quick wave at the receptionist and his assistant when you pass her desk. You waste no time hopping in the elevator, pressing the number for his floor, and riding it. When the doors open, you dash out, speed walking to his office.
When you reach the door, it's closed. You knock, then push it open. You see Shoto sitting at his desk, his head in his hands, gripping his hair. "Sho? What's wrong? You said it was urgent. What happened?" The second he hears your voice, his head snaps up. He shoots up from his chair so fast it flys into the wall behind him. He rushes over to you, immediately connecting your lips in a hungry kiss. "Shoto. Shoto. What is this? You called me because you're horny?" You say, pushing him away with a confused look.
He turns his head away from you, hanging it in shame. "I-I'm s-sorry." He says, his voice sounding desperate and broken. You see how much of a mess he looks. He's sweating, literally covered in sweat, his hair all over his head, a bright blush around his cheeks. "What's going on?" You ask. "Earlier, I was hit by a quirk. It's affecting me lustfully. I- They told me to go home, but I said no, that I could handle it. Please, Y/n. It's only gotten worse. P-please, I-I need, I-I can't-" You've never seen him such a mess. His usual calm demeanor, nowhere in sight. "Ok, Sho. Ok. Go ahead, do what you need. It's ok." You say. "Thank you, Y/n. Thank you." He says, pulling you into a desperate kiss.
He pushes himself away, shaking his head. "Wait, No. N-no, I c-can't. I won't be able to control myself. I'll hurt you." He says, almost sounding like he's about to cry. "Will, you- Will you use your mouth first?" He asks, eyes bright, looking up at you. "Yeah. Yeah, of course." You say, immediately dropping to your knees. Shoto's hands fly to the pants of his hero costume, pulling them from his body. His tip is red and sensitive, leaking precum. You can almost see his cock throbbing with need. Your hand flys up, gripping his cock, earning a whimper. You stick it in your mouth, running your tongue around it, lapping it with spit. You push his cock down your throat, angling your head and looking up at him. His hand is in a fist, clenching tightly. His other hand also balled as he bites down on his knuckle, holding back as if his life is depending on it.
You still, keeping his cock buried in your throat, flexing it around him. You reach your hand, grabbing around his elbow and pulling so that his hand comes out of his mouth, and you place it on the back of your head, acknowledging that he can take control. You moan around him, your throat fluttering. Shoto's mouth drops open, his other hand flying to your head as he grips your hair tight, pulling back and thrusting in your throat. Breathless moans leave his mouth as he holds your head, pounding into it with no mercy. He'd been holding himself back from calling you so long and not able to get himself off, so it takes no time before he explodes in your mouth.
He keeps your head in place, grinding against your face a few more times before letting you loose. You fall back on your butt, coughing and trying to catch your breath. Todorki dives on you, pushing your back into the floor, kissing you roughly, and tearing at your clothes. He goes in for a kiss, not caring that he can taste his cum in your mouth. He moves his head to your neck, tucking it away and hiding his shame as he grinds his still hard cock mindlessly against your sweet folds.
After a few thrusts, he finally sticks it in, barely giving you 3 seconds before he's thrusting desperately into your cunt. His hands fly to your legs, wrapping them around his waist, his nails digging into your thighs. He's panting into your neck, whining and moaning as he snaps his hips into yours with no rhythm, pounding you into the floor. "I-I'm sorry. I can't- can't control- oh, you feel so good. I'm sorry. I-I'm sorry." He can only say it over and over again, apologizing. "It's ok, Sho. It's ok." You mutter out, biting your lip as he slams into you over and over again. You let out a few moans as his thrust changes, getting a better angle, your walls fluttering around him. His mouth drops open, moaning as he spills himself into you.
He collapses his body on you, panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Is it better?" You ask, bringing your hand up, massaging the back of his head. "A little, but I- I still feel it." He says, his arms coming up and wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Let's go home, Sho. You can let it all out there." You say. He nods, lifting off you, hesitating as he pulls away far enough for his dick to fall out of you.
He stands, quickly putting himself away and then walking to the door, standing and eagerly waiting for you. You stand, your legs wobbling a little as you walk over his desk, grabbing a few tissues and cleaning his cum out of you, then putting your pants and underwear back on, joining him at the door. You take his hand, walk him out the door and out the agency to his car. You kiss him, telling him to drive safely, even though he's in a rush, his mind unclouded enough to understand.
You manage to make it home. You both exit your cars and walk to the front door. You pull out your keys, sticking them in the door. Shoto's close behind you, his hands on your waist, holding your back against him. You finally push the door open, and immediately your inside, Todoroki turning you around and kissing you, leading you all the way to the bedroom. The second your inside the room, Shoto's hands are on your pants, ripping them off you, then doing the same to his, and the rest of both of your clothes.
He holds his arms around you, pulling you with him as he falls back on the bed, not breaking the kiss. He finally pulls away, panting and looking up at you. "I want you to feel good too. You can use me. Please hurry, though." He says, his voice desperate. You smile down at him, lifting your hips and sliding down on his cock. You don't move right away, watching his face as his head is rested back on a pillow, his eyes shut tightly, his hands balled up in the bedsheets, biting down hard on his lip, face desperate and needy.
You don't give yourself long, giving him mercy, lifting your hips and slamming back down on you, earning a moan, as he jolts forward, hands gripping hard on your waist. You start bouncing, moaning at the feeling of his thick cock stretching you, it feeling so much better since you got a few extra seconds to adjust this time. "O-oh god, ah, Y/n. You feel so good. Thank you. Thank you, thank you." Todoroki sings your praises, hips thrusting up into you as you bounce on him.
You cum, your nails clawing at his chest as you spasm and twitch on top of him. Todoroki's mouth falls open, his eyes so big that it looks like they're about to pop out of his head. He lets out a long moan as he starts to cum, long ropes of white cum shooting inside you, your cunt fluttering around him, milking his cock as much as it can. Todoroki calms down, blinking a few times before sitting up and holding you, turning over and flipping you on your stomach, easing his cock into your poor abused pussy once again.
He pulls back, slamming his hips into you again, putting his hand on your back, arching it down as far as it'll go, and then drilling into you more. He reaches his hand around, playing with your clit, rubbing fast circles on it, feeling you orgasm again, squeezing him tight. All night, over and over, continuously, he pounds into you. He barely gives you time to recover in between rounds. When he finally tired himself out, his body collapses on the bed, next to your worn-out, already falling asleep body.
In the morning, he wakes up first. The effects had worn off now, unclouding his mind and letting him think clearly. He leans up a little, looking at your still tired form. He sees how much of a mess he left you, hair everywhere, and your whole body completely covered in his cum. Cum coving your chest, your legs, a lot of it leaking out of you. He frowns, pushing himself up and walking to the bathroom. He turns on the bath, and as he waits for it to be perfect, he gets a rag, wetting it and walking back to you, gently rubbing whatever cum he can off of you before picking you up and setting you in the bath.
He walks back into the room, changing the sheets. When he's finished, he goes into the kitchen, making a quick meal and putting it on the side of the bed, knowing even if you stay asleep for a while, he'll be able to heat it back up for you. After that, he walks back into the bathroom. He sees you still fast asleep, and he strips and climbs in behind you. He gently lays your back against his chest, grabbing another towel and gently cleaning you. He thinks about when you wake up. He goes over an apology in his head. He'll apologize for everything he did, thinking about it all in his mind, remembering the burning feeling and how it subsided, thinking about how he lost control and couldn't stop or bear to not be inside you.
After he cleans you, he throws the towel to the side. He feels the water getting slightly colder, so he uses his quirk to warm it again. He moves you a little, making sure you're comfortable. He wraps his arms around you, resting his arms above yours, leaning his head on yours, closing his eyes, rubbing circles on your hands, relaxing, waiting for you to wake up.
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