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wavypotatochips · 1 year

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Kylian boyfriend possessive smut

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 [𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖]

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : In which your boyfriend, Kylian Mbappe, reminds you who you belong to.

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𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Sorry for the long wait!! It always takes me a while to write smut because I don't write smut in public LMFAOO [aka when I am at school] Thank you for requesting and I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

Site note: final exams have approached so for the next few weeks I may not be able to post as much I'd like too but expect at least once or twice per weekend. It really depends on how much I can do this week because so many requests are smut and it takes me forever to write smut since im still new when it comes to writing it LOLZ (you can still request smut im just saying :3 )

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ I haven't been able to write as much as I usually do because of finals, and I'm now following up on current requests because I'm a little behind. You can make a request, but please keep in mind that it may take me a week or more to respond. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

You and your boyfriend Kylian are at a fancy event, dressed to the nines and enjoying the ambiance. As you make your way through the crowd, you notice a few glances directed your way, but you pay them no mind. Kylian, however, seems to be picking up on the attention and starts to feel a bit uncomfortable. He leans in close to you and whispers in your ear, “I don't like the way those guys are looking at you. You're mine, and I don't want anyone else checking you out."

His possessiveness and jealousy may have been toxic to other people, but you always found it attractive. You say, "Baby, you know I only have eyes for you," as your cheeks grow darker and you put your palm on his chest. He nods in agreement, but that doesn't imply he enjoys seeing other men eyeball you. Your body, including your contours and face, is all his. He is also not the kind of person who takes pleasure in sharing.

As the night progresses, you and Kylian are having a good time together, and he eventually excuses himself to use the restroom.

While Kylian is away, you spot a male friend of yours, Alex, across the way. You wave and he makes his way over to you.

"Hey Y/N! I didn't know you were going to be here," Alex greets you with a smile.

"Hey Alex! Yeah, Kylian and I decided to come last minute. How about you?"

"I'm here with some friends. You know how it is," he chuckles.

You both continue to chat and laugh, catching up on each other's lives since you last saw each other. However, as Kylian returns, you notice his demeanor change. He walks towards you both with an intense look in his eyes.

"Hey, sorry I took so long," Kylian says as he reaches you. His gaze shifts to Alex, and his tone becomes tense. "Who's this?"

"Oh, this is Alex. He's a friend of mine from college," you reply, hoping to ease Kylian's jealousy.

Kylian's eyes narrow as he looks between you and Alex. "I see," he says curtly. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Alex. But Y/N and I were just leaving."

Alex nods and backs away, sensing the tension. You watch as he disappears into the crowd before turning to face Kylian, who is still looking at you with a dark expression.

"What was that about?" you ask, trying to understand what set him off. Kylian grabs your hand and begins to drag you outside in the parking lot.

"I don't like the way he was looking at you and I already gave you a warning when we first arrived here so now I feel as if you need a reminder," Kylian replies, his voice low and tight.

You're doing your best to keep up with him, your breath quickening as your heartbeat pounds loudly from anxiety and excitement. "Kylian, we were just catching up. "He's just a friend," you say, attempting to persuade him.

Kylian's jaw clenches as he opens the passenger door for you, not answering your initial statement. "Get in there and buckle up."

You sigh slightly as you move into the passenger seat and fasten your seat belt.

Of course, you obey him and remain quiet. You know you're going to be punished when you get home, and even though you don't like getting punished, you can't help but be excited about what's to come.

As you both drive home, he stays quiet, lost in thought. Upon reaching home, he steps out of the car and walks around to your side, opening the door for you in a chivalrous gesture. Gratefully, you take his hand and he guides you inside your shared abode.

He draws you close after stepping inside, wraps his arms around your waist and pressing you firmly against the door. He presses his lips against yours with delicate desire, savoring the intimate moment. You sigh against his lips, and he inserts his fingers deeper into your hips, prompting you to whine. He lowers his hand, lifts your dress, and begins to stroke you through your panties. He kisses you once on the lips and then starts kissing you all the way down to your neck. He licks and nibbles on your neck as he continues to play with you through your panties.

"I think you forgot something, Y/N," he murmurs against your skin before raising his head to speak in your ear and slipping your panties to the side, feeling how wet you are already for him, putting two fingers inside you as he continues, "You are mine." You gasp at the sensation of fast pleasure, gripping the door knob as your leg trembles slightly.

“K-Ky-”

"I don't remember ever telling you to talk."

He inserts another finger, causing you to gasp loudly and almost collapse if it weren't for his hand remaining wrapped around your waist. Kylian smirks at your reaction, kissing you on the lips one more time before removing himself from you. "Let's go upstairs to the bedroom."

He smiles at you with desire before grabbing you by the waist and tossing you over his shoulder, prompting you to squeal as he rushes to the bedroom.

Once into the bedroom, he places you on the bed and immediately climbs over you. As he lays in between your legs, your legs are forced to open up. You can feel his bulge against your needy cunt even if he's wearing dress pants. "Y/N, can you feel what you've done to me?" He pulls your hair with his hand, forcing you to look up at him and briefly bites his bottom lip, "You look so pretty underneath me right now," he says seductively. He then presses his lips hungrily against yours. You moan against the kiss that has turned on more than you expected, lust and need coursing through your veins as you crave him. As you open your mouth to let his tongue explore inside, his lips feel so good against yours. You want him to devour you, take hold of you.

He breaks away from the kiss, stepping away from you as he rapidly removes his shirt and undoes his pants. You swiftly remove your dress and bra while lying on the bed. You're still wearing your panties and high heels. As you were going to undo your high heels with the tie leg design, Kylian presses you back on your back, now only in his boxers. "No, leave them on." They look good on you." He smirks as he grabs your thighs and pulls your legs open. He licks his lips at the sight of your crimson lace underwear, which barely cover your cunt. “Look at how wet you are for me, Y/N. Your body knows who owns it,” he traces his finger over your abdomen. “Kylian please,” you beg as you look up at him feeling needy. “Please what?,” he questions as he leans over you, pressing his hard bulge against your panties. “Tell me what you want, Y/N. Use your words.”

“ I want you inside of me. Please, fuck me,” you beg. And that was enough to make Kylian snap.

Kylian gets off of you and stands up at the side of the bed. He slips your panties off and raises one of your legs, allowing it to rest on his shoulder. He pulls his boxers down, letting his aching cock to slam up against his belly button. He grabs it and rubs it along your slit, lubricating it with your fluids. "Let me remind you of who you belong to."

He rams himself into you without spending any more time. You exhale a loud gasp, arching your back against his body as he thrusts in and out of you. As he pushes you down onto him, he has one hand on your waist and the other on your leg. He groans as he sees your boobs bounce up and down, his body becoming even more turned on by the pleasurable expressions on your face. "Remember this the next time a guy tries to talk to you," he moans, thrusting harder into you. Because the sensation is so great, you can barely form words or see straight. Your entire body is on fire, and you feel like crying from how fantastic he is making you feel. "Y/N, tell me who owns you….Who does this pretty pussy belong to?" he demands as he pants. Your head is still on cloud nine, and you can hardly hear him as you grip the covers firmly. The only sounds coming from the bedroom are your pleasurable cries, his moans, and the clapping sound of your bodies colliding with the push. “Say it, Y/N. NOW.” He removes his hand from your hip and moves down to rub your clit as he continues to thrust, your body trembling from the feeling. “Y-YOU Kylian YOU OWN ME! ONLY YOU!,” you cry out making him groan and continue to fasten his pace.

Kylians cock fills you up with ease, due to his large nature, and you loved every single feeling of it. You could tell the feeling was mutual due to the way his jaw was clenching and the groans that would occasionally escape his lips. Only after him continuously thrusting inside of you for a few more seconds, did your body begin to tremble harshly- hinting at an orgasm quickly approaching,” Ky-Kylian Im c-close!” You moan loudly as he pushes your leg down and grabs both of your hips,lifting your body from the bed slightly as he continues to pound your cunt. He groans, “I am too,” and you begin to feel his thrust begin to get a bit sloppy. As he begins to thrust slower, but making sure to go deep each time causing you to cry out. “You are so gorgeous my love, I love hearing you cry for me. Your body is mine,” He begins to quicken his pace, “You are all mine… only mine,” Kylian cues as he throws his head back, groaning loudly. You continue to moan, “Y-Yes Kylian Im all yours! Only yours!,” you continued to spill out words, not even clearly knowing what you are saying at this point from the euphoric feeling. Kylian moves his hips faster causing his thrust to become harder, causing you to scream his name loudly- not being able to give him a warning and beginning to have an intense orgasm. You are gasping as your thighs begin to shake violently, your pussy squeezing tightly against Kylians cock. He winces from the painful, yet pleasurable feeling before groaning loudly and cumming inside of you as well. He thrusts slowly as he feels the cum shoot out of him, “You are such a good girl for me. MY good girl,” he says with grit teeth. You moan from the feeling, your legs continuing to tremble. You love feeling his cock pump all of his cum in you,after all, you are his.

Once Kylian feels as if he is done, he pants heavily and pulls his cock out of you. He watches as his cum with a mixture of yours oozes out of you, feeling turned on once more from the view. “Fuck…..,” he grumbles as he collapses against you.

You just had the best sex with Kylian….. you can't even feel the heels on your feet right now. You don't even mind that his cum is flowing outside of you. You're exhausted, but you can't help but think about next time, you should intentionally get him mad to feel his possessive sex again.

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peninkwrites · 2 years

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The First Night - Ch 8 of 9

Ponk gets caught in a lie, but Sam will understand. He just needs to let them explain.

[CW: violence, abuse, and police brutality. While it is all heavily aligned with canon of the law abusing its power, this AU puts it a bit closer to our world and those contexts, read with caution.]

crossposted to ao3

Ch 1

Ch 7

Ch 9

Mafia AU masterpost

~ Ponk ~

“…what are you doing?”

Ponk knows that voice. That is Sam’s work voice. The one he brought home occasionally and Ponk would remind him to relax. Sam would apologize, because that voice wasn’t for his partner, it was for ordering around officers, and talking to suspects.

“Sorry! Sorry, I had to go help a friend. Didn’t want to wake you,” Ponk turns to drop the keys. Maybe he hasn’t noticed.

“…with my keys.”

“Huh?” Ponk tries confusion. “Oh! Yeah, must’ve grabbed yours by accident. Was in a bit of a panic.”

“Ponk,” Sam steps closer. “Why did you have my keys?”

“I told you, grabbed the wrong set in a panic. Sorry if I scared you. My friend– He thought he broke his arm? Was freaking out, didn’t want to go to hospital without insurance, so I said I’d come take a look. I should’ve woken you. I know,” Ponk knows they’re talking too much and too fast, but Sam doesn’t feel right.

Sam takes another step closer, towering over them. “Why are you lying to me?” He doesn’t sound angry. Not yet. It’s this awful, eerie calm.

“You’re… you’re dressed,” Ponk isn’t looking him in the eye, instead they stare at Sam’s belt. The one with his gun. Sam always puts it in the safe after work.

“Yeah. You weren’t here,” Sam says like that is in any way an answer.

“Well, I’m home now. You can change. Put that in the safe,” Ponk subconsciously takes a step back, hitting their closed front door.

“Hm,” Sam drums his fingers on the side table, staring at the bowl of keys. “What friend?”

“Red? You met him once. I know him through work. Helps me find stuff for Eret.”

“Right…” Sam steps back, leaning against the counter, Ponk finding it easier to breathe now. “You know, at work I had to have an uncomfortable conversation the other day. I told the staff they need to be careful with what they tell their families, because until we find the mole, everyone is fair game. I felt like a bit of a hypocrite, really. Talking about work with you was the only way I could try to manage it all.”

He still sounds calm. Ponk doesn’t understand it. Sam, who cried at kids movies and got flustered at the smallest of compliments, is utterly unfazed, despite Ponk seeing exactly where this is going.

Ponk isn’t scared. They have never been afraid of Sam and they never will be, it’s Sam. But this is hard. This is the part where they explain. That they got stuck in it and there was one way out and they just didn’t want him getting hurt.

“Sam, I know you’re confused, but–”

“I’m not confused, Ponk,” that same terrible calm. “Why do you think I’m confused?”

“Because, I don’t think you have the whole picture,” Ponk says slowly.

“Okay. Tell me then.”

“Okay,” Ponk feels the front door behind them. The smart thing to do would be to leave now. They’re not leaving him. “What do you think happened?”

“Is there a reason you don’t want to tell me?” Sam asks. “You know how this goes. Nothing to hide, nothing to fear.”

“Sam,” they laugh nervously. “Sam. It’s me. You know me.”

Sam’s expression, so carefully guarded, finally has a flicker of hurt. “Maybe I don’t,” Sam finally shows some emotion and it’s something so cold and bitter it’s as much a stranger to Ponk as whatever mask he’s been trying to keep up.

“Okay, okay. I’ll explain best I can, Sam. Could you– Would you just sit down?” Ponk shifts from foot to foot. They’re not scared of Sam, they’re just nervous. There’s a difference.

“No. We’re going to stay standing. And I think, if you really going to own up to it, this should be an official statement,” Sam stops leaning against the counter, stepping closer.

“Official statement,” Ponk scoffs. “What, like you’re gonna arrest me or something?”

Sam isn’t stopping.

“Could you– Please, just step back,” Ponk reaches out a hand to stop him. What the fuck am I doing? It’s Sam. He won’t hurt you.

“Ponk…” Sam almost sounds apologetic. He doesn’t step back. “You’re not going to put up a fight, right?”

“You’re joking,” Ponk doesn’t know why their voice is shaking. Sam wouldn’t do this. “Why can’t I explain here? It’ll all make sense, I promise, and I know– I know you’re probably upset, but there’s a reason, Sam, for all of this. You won’t arrest me because– because you wouldn’t. And after I explain, you’ll–”

“Yeah. I wouldn’t arrest you, Ponk. Just like you would never…” Sam stops with a heavy sigh. “Please don’t make me do this, Ponk.”

“I’m not making you do anything, Sam! If you wanted to, you can sit down and– and let me tell you why!” Ponk is getting more frantic, stepping further away from Sam. Fran has followed them, pacing between the two of them, uneasy at the tension.

But there shouldn’t be any tension, because Sam is going to listen to them.

“I am giving you another chance, Ponk. Make this right. Come with me, quietly. We go, you make a statement, and you can make your case,” Sam sounds horribly like he’s trying to be kind.

“To who? To you, or to a judge?!” Ponk snaps.

Sam pauses. He looks tired. He goes to their bedroom door. “Fran,” he whistles, nodding her over. Fran hesitates, pacing hesitantly between them, whining. “Come on, girl. Come here,” Sam nods her over. Fran obeys. Ponk doesn’t move. They don’t know why this scares them more than anything else, everything is telling them to run, but they can’t. Because they know Sam will listen. Sam shuts her in the bedroom.

Sam continues on with that same agonizing calm. “Do you expect me to treat you differently to everyone else? You know what you’ve done, and I have an obligation to do my job,” Sam is stepping closer again.

“I expect you to trust me!”

Silence, Sam staring at them, eyebrows raised, almost amused. “Trust you? Why would I trust you?” Sam stands over them once more, a hand pressed to the wall, keeping them trapped there.

Ponk clams up, and suddenly they don’t think they should give this man an explanation. They know not to tell the police jack shit, but Sam was supposed to be different. This conversation, one Ponk had both dreaded and accepted as a possibility, was meant to be one of apologies and understanding between loves. Whatever this is, it isn’t that. “Why are you doing this?” Ponk sounds like they’re pleading. “This– This isn’t the Sam I know. Is your job really more important than us? Why are you letting it control you? We can just talk.”

Sam takes their hand.

For a moment Ponk feels relief.

“I am doing this of my own free will, Ponk.”

Then the metal starts to click around their wrist.

“S-Sam, you need to chill with this!” Ponk kicks him, pushing off from the wall so Sam stumbles back, losing his footing against the coffee table. Sam wouldn’t. He wouldn’t. He’s going to stop. Even as they think this, Ponk bolts for the door.

They don’t make it.

It all happens too fast. Ponk feels Sam grab their arm to drag them back just before they can reach the door handle. A lamp falls as they’re dragged back, a jar of dog treats hits the floor and shatters, a picture frame with it, the side table hits the ground loud enough to wake the neighbors and Fran won’t stop howling and scratching at the door and Ponk keeps struggling as the man they love refuses to let them go.

Until they hear a bone break. Pain is quick to follow.

Sam never lets go of their hand.

#my writing #mafia au #violence cw #ask to tag #c!sam #c!ponk #ponk

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fernwehbookworm · 5 years

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Knight of Kandor- Chapter 15

"Okay kid. I have taught you all I can. It's time for you to step up if you're still willing." Alex says at the end of dinner one night. All eyes turn to me. I set down my fork and steady my gaze on her.

"I am all in Alex. I will do whatever needs to be done." Alex nods at me and I see serious faces all around the table.

"Pack your bags then."

"Excuse me?" I ask, suddenly very confused.

"You and I, we are moving into the castle."

"The castle?" my voice goes higher without my permission.

"You and Alex are going to integrate yourselves into the castle staff to be in a position for us to start to make changes to power in the government," Maggie says.

"We have work papers and two accounts set up for you in the castle ledgers. As far as anyone is concerned, you and Alex are sisters looking for work after your farm was burned down near the borderlands and Lucy Lane brought you to court after finding you on the road. You two can create the rest of your story." Felicity hands us papers that are requesting jobs for us, signed and sealed by Lucy at the bottom.

After that, we quickly dispersed to our own corners of the base. I went to pack my few belongings and hesitate of my few books when someone knocks at my open door. Its Alex leaning against the frame.

"Don't bring them. Books are way too expensive for a servant farm girl. Also, we should probably be illiterate. Nobles are a lot less careful when they think servants can't read."

"Good point." I pick up the books and set them back on the desk.

"I just came to make sure you are okay, leaving and all."

"Me? I haven't lived anywhere permanently since I was thirteen. Are you okay leaving Maggie?" I ask.

"It will be hard. But Maggie and I both know it is part of the job. It's not the first time we have been away from each other for long periods of time." I nod and start to fold some of my clothes to go in the small pack,

"Ah actually, you won't need those either. Women must wear dresses in Cadmium, especially in Daxam, and doubly so in court."

"Dr...dresses?"

"Yes. Dresses."

"Alex, I haven't worn a dress since I was a child." Alex laughs at the look I know is on my face.

"Relax Kara. I'll be there to help. You said you took some etiquette courses in Krypton?"

"Yeah! As a man!" I exclaim.

"But you have a general idea of manners that are expected. Plus we are supposed to be farm girls so any lapses shouldn't be too suspect."

"But dresses Alex!" I complain, Alex just laughs again.

I nervously run my hands down the rough fabric of my skirt as we wait for the small man in front of us to examine the documents. He peers at them through the small spectacles on the end of his nose. Thin white hair blows in the small breeze that passes for Cadmium's winter.

"Lady Lucy has asked for jobs for the two of you?" He asks as if it wasn't on the paper in front of him.

"Yes, sir. We need jobs to send money back home to help pay for the farm." Alex repeats our vague story.

Our parents sent us to the city for work so that we could send money back to the farm to pay for repairs and so our parents could buy new land to plant on. The old land was burnt to the ground during a raid on the small town. Of course, the money we were 'sending away' would really just go into one of the DEO's many accounts around set up under aliases. Our time here depended on when the farm would be ready again but would probably take a year. It was vague enough that we could leave earlier or later without much suspicion.

The whole point of this was that we would be here and already apart of the staff so as not to draw attention to ourselves if we needed to act. Alex and I had been studying various poisons and other plants and herbs with a woman named Pamela Isley who ran an apothecary. Some we're healing. Some would just make someone very sick. And some we're deadly. Pamela showed us how to use various powders and liquids made out of the plants. It took three weeks of intensive study before she had found us ready. After that was when Alex told me we were moving to the castle.

"I see. Well, we always need more workers. We have a room for you two to share. You will report to Ms. Harriet Cooper, our head of household staff. She will find the best-fit jobs for you." The man says, rousing me from my thoughts.

"Thank you, sir," I say.

"Richard here is her nephew. He will lead you to her offices." The man gestures to a boy of maybe twelve. He is slightly lanky and awkward in his movements, obviously still adjusting to a growing body.

"Dick." He says.

"Excuse me?" Alex asks, choking back a laugh.

"Everyone calls me Dick, short for Richard. It was what my dad was called too. Richard 'Dick' Grayson." A large grin spreads across the boys face as he proudly explains his name.

"Okay. Lead the way, Dick." Alex says.

He takes us into the castle and into a cold stone hallway. We had gone in a side servants entrance when we arrived so I did not get a good look at the large building I would be living in. From what I did see it was bigger than Kandor. That hurt my head to think about. The structures still amazed me. We made our way through dimly lit plain corridors that were obviously just used for servants to pass through the castle unseen.

"So Dick? You don't have to answer but you said it was your dad's name. Did something happened to your parents?" Alex asks to break the silence.

"Yeah. They were killed by someone not satisfied with our show. We were traveling mummers. A Baron or something was drunk and said they broke some laws or something. I don't really know. I was still pretty little. Somehow I ended up here with my aunt. She says one day I'll be in charge just like her. But for now, I can run and play as soon as my chores are done. There are so many passageways here and so many things to do..." the boy begins to ramble on about what he does in the castle and I am able to tune him out, trying to memorize the passageways.

Soon we open a door into a hallway back in the main body of the castle. A red carpet runs the hallway, mirrored by portraits and artwork on the walls. Dick knocks on another plain door and a voice calls for us to enter. Inside is a squat woman, enjoying a morning tea while looking out the window. Her hair was a fiery red where it wasn't speckled with gray.

"Oh hello, dears. I am Ms. Harriet, but everyone calls me Aunt Harriet. You must be the new hires." aunt Harriet extends a hand and Alex steps forward to shake it.

"I am Alexandria Danvers and this is my sister Kara." Aunt Harriet moves to shake mine as well.

"Well, why don't we sit and figure out where you fit best into my household. Lady Lucy seems very fond of you."

We sit and begin to chat with the older woman. We retell our tale on how we ended up here and she makes sympathetic noises. I actually grow quite fond of her rather quickly. She seems to genuinely care about the people who work for her. In the end, she assigns Alex to be one of Lady Lucy's handmaids while she is at court and me as a scullery maid in the kitchen. Mostly I would just be washing dishes apparently but it would involve errands around the castle for Mr. Carr.

When we left Dick was still outside, tasked with showing us to our rooms and around the Castle for the rest of the day. He continued to ramble on and point out different doors and show us the passages that made up castle walls. The room me and Alex would be sharing was rather small. Only room for the two narrow beds and trunks at the foot of each. Dick left us alone, telling us he would be out in the courtyard for the rest of the day with the rest of the children if we needed him. Alex and I set about unpacking our meager belongings in relative quiet.

"How are you doing?" I laugh at Alex's question.

"You really have that concerned older sister thing down." She lets out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, I always wanted a sister. My father died before my parents could give me one. What would my mom say if I came home and told her she had another daughter" that really gets Alex laughing.

"Well, she wouldn't be happy that I would eat her out of house and home."

"She might actually love it. Having another mouth to feed. She always wanted more kids but she couldn't make herself get married again after dad."

I sit on the bed and look at my hands.

"It has been great having a family again. Thank you, Alex. For saving me." Alex sits across from me at my suddenly serious voice.

"You're welcome. But as soon as I saw you, I knew you were family. So did everyone else." She grabs my hands and I look up at her soft smile.

"Now sister, how about we go try and make some new friends." I smile and nod as Alex pulls me back to my feet.

My cheeks hurt from laughing at the joke Winn just finished telling. It amazed me at how Kara's friends just found me and integrated themselves into my life. Jess sat on the small couch next to me, Winn across from us in a chair, James sat in the chair next to him. John was even here, rifling through the books of the sitting room. Ever since Kara's trial, Winn had been insistent on making sure I was fine. Then Jess found out and insisted on inviting him for tea. James soon followed and John was almost always with me anyways. For the first time, I had real friends. Not those pretend Ladies-in-waiting that I knew reported back to my mother everything I said and did.

"I have to get going. Shift change is soon and I like to be there for that. It's the most dangerous time of day. " says James.

"I'll walk with you," says Winn, jumping up from his chair, a little too quickly.

James just smiles and nods as they leave. Jess bursts into laughter as soon as the door is shut behind her. I look at her a little startled. John even chuckles.

"That boy has it bad," John says in his deep voice. It had dropped remarkably quickly from the first time Lena had met him.

"Excuse me. Am I missing something?" I ask. Jess laughs even harder.

"My lady, you are hopeless. Winn likes James." I feel my mouth fall open at Jess' statement.

"Really?"

"No wonder you never figured out Kara was a woman, even after you kissed her. You, my lady, are blinded by social constructs of what love is."

I blush at her truthful statement. The whole same-gender relationships thing was not very common in the upper classes or spoken of much. But then there was Kara. I fell in love with her smile, and her drive to learn, and her protectiveness. It was amazing how she began to stutter whenever Lena stood too close but was so cool and calm in the practice yard whenever Lena had watched her from the window above it. Lena had begun to realize how obviously feminine Kara was but how well she hid it with peoples preconceived assumptions.

"You are doing it again."

"Hmm..." I respond as Jess pulls me out of my thoughts.

"You are thinking about her again even though no one even mentioned anything about her," Jess says.

"I don't know what you mean." I blush, knowing full well that Jess knows me better than anyone. John was sitting and reading a book, pretending not to listen.

"Lena, you are a hopeless, lady loving mess."

I open my mouth to retort when the door opens. The smile falls from my face as my mother enters. John and Jessica leap to their feet, only to bow deeply. I rise much more slowly and bow my head to the Queen.She stops just inside the doorway, her guards already positioned outside with two of my own. Lillian glares at John and Jessica.

"Leave us." She commands and they quickly move to exit the room, the door shuts behind them and the silence hangs heavy in the room.

"What is this about mother?" I finally ask, sitting back down on the couch, having enough of her piercing glare already.

We had hardly spoken since Lex had left, even that wasn't much since Kara's banishment. Well, we hadn't really spoken for most my life now that I think about it. She had, however, made known her disapproval of my new friends. Actually went out of her way to stop me in the garden, the one place she never goes, to lecture me on proper relationships for a future Queen to have.

"What? No tea? No pleasantries? Do you really despise my company so much that you wish to be rid of me so quickly?"

"Mother we have no more tea and you only speak to me when you need something." Lillian rolls her eyes and sits across from Lena.

"What I need is for you to fulfill your duty to the crown." Lena sighs.

"What does that even mean Mother? I am in charge of almost everything at this point. For my next birthday, the council is going to move for you to step down so that the blood-heir will finally sit on the throne. My coronation ceremony will be for my actual birthday. How could I not be fulfilling my duty to the crown?" Lillian's face grows serious.

"There is restlessness on the borders. We need you to go and bring hope to the villagers."

"You want to send the heir of the crown to the war front?" I ask, shocked at what I was hearing.

"Not alone. Lex is sending a whole battalion to meet you, also you won't be going all the way to the front, just some of the outlying villages. You will be taking supplies like food and water among other things. We cannot lose the support of the people." I fall silent as I way her words.

"This is not a request Lena. This is an order from your queen." I sigh and stand.

"When do I leave, Your Highness?"

"Tomorrow at dawn. The supplies are already being gathered. Your personal guard will accompany you as well as a small unit of the palace guard until you meet with the troops closer to your first destination."

"May Lady Jessica accompany me?" I ask, not willing to be without her for the first time in my life for one of my first times outside Kandor.

"I suppose. We don't need your maidenhood questioned being among that many men alone." I barely keep from rolling my eyes.

"Thank you, Your Highness. May I take my leave to prepare for the journey?" The queen nods and I calmly leave.

Once in the hallway, I silence Jess' questions with a glare and gracefully storm off to my room, John and Jessica in tow. I command John to wait outside and Jess follows me in. Angrily, I tell her of the conversation with my mother.

"She wants you, the heir and center of several assassination attempts, to leave the castle and go closer to the war front?" Jess sums up nicely.

"Yes!" I exclaim.

"That makes no sense."

"I know, but 'the queen commands it'" I mock.

"Okay. Let's get packed then." I try and smile at my best friend but utterly fail. Jessica begins moving about the room with a purpose.

The carriage bounces over the road, making the words on the page in front of me bounce with it. The third week of our journey was just as boring as the last two. Traveling with so many men and supplies slowed their pace much more than I would like. Jessica was stretched out on the padded seat with her head in my lap as I read aloud to her. Men's voices were a dull thrum all around us as they spoke and laughed with each other. The closest to the carriage was always my personal guard, John sits vigilant on top of the carriage with the driver. The trip had been very uneventful. Most of the day was spent in the carriage, stopping once only to eat at mid-day. By the time the carriage stopped for the night, my tent was already erected with a steaming dinner waiting for the only two women in the company. I was nearly always inside, not that it was much different than life at the castle since the assassination attempts.

Jess and I both dozed off before being roused by John after the sun had set. Once we had eaten, I began to pace, feeling restless after three days of confined spaces. Jess lounged on the large cot with a book but watched me instead.

"Lena, darling, please relax." I roll my eyes at my best friend.

"I can't. This whole thing is ridiculous. Plus I have too much energy after being trapped for three weeks." Jess sits up.

"I have an idea of how we can burn some energy," Jessica says in a sultry voice. I roll my eyes again.

"No Jess, you have Donovan. It wouldn't be right. Besides, I have... something... with Kara."

"Ugh, you are no fun." Jess flops backward, I continue my pacing.

"Jess, I love you. But I think everything is different now."

"I know you're right. But this is going to be a long boring trip."

"Hopefully," I say.

"I am reading one more chapter, then I am sleeping. At that point, The lamps are going off. You can continue to pace in the dark." Jessica reopens her discarded book. I grunt an acknowledgment as I try to calm my worried thoughts.

The first town we stop in is overwhelmed with refugees seeking new homes away from the ever-changing border. Wood is unloaded from the carts for more houses to be built. Grain is taken to the local mill to be given to those in need of it. I allow the men to take the crown coin to spend as they see fit in the two local taverns. I can see hope in the faces that this morning were drawn and weary. The soldiers buy meals and drinks for those they see. The whole atmosphere becomes very much like a festival as the sun sets. Midway through the day, the advance scouts from Lex's army arrived, meaning the rest of the battalion was only a few days behind. They would be meeting us in the next town.

Despite my protests to mother's plan, I was quite enjoying myself. Children ran through the torch-lit streets of the small village as Jessica and I laughed and ate with John and Donovan at a table outside one of the taverns. It was so odd being outside the castle, even more so being outside Kandor.

The rest of the townsfolk still gave us a wide berth, despite my reassurances to treat me like one of their own. Most of these people had never been close to even a duke, much less the future Queen. Though their joy was evident, their apprehension around royalty was clear. I didn't let it bother me. Instead, I indulged in my newly found friendships and enjoyed the simple meal placed before us by a more than grateful owner.

"And then she slapped the poor rookie on the ass with the flat of her blade. His face hit the ground so hard he broke his nose. Never again did some newbie call the Great Kal El short." Donavon finishes in a fit of laughter.

I have no idea how we got onto stories of Kara but the drinks were flowing freely and I didn't question it. I was glad that even after the trial, Kara's friends still stood by her. It showed so much to her underlying character.

"Walk me back to my room?" Jess asks Donovan.

Jess and I were sharing one of the nicest rooms in town, which was a nice change from the tents. Donovan nods with an ecstatic grin spreading across his flushed cheeks. Jess stands and takes his hand, leading him back inside and up the stairs.

"Yeah, I should probably turn in too," John says.

"No way. I need at least ten minutes before I go up there and you are not leaving me alone here." I say.

John laughs and settles back into the chair he began to rise out of. We start talking about the next day's plans until I deem it safe for him to escort back to the room. Thankfully the hallway outside the door is vacant and there aren't any noises coming from inside.

"I'll stay until your night guard gets here. Goodnight, my lady." I roll my eyes at John, he knows I hate when he uses titles like that and now he just does it in private to annoy me.

"Goodnight, sir." I emphasize as I kiss his cheek and enter the room. Jess sits reading on the bed reading as she waits for me.

"Took you long enough." She mumbles before flipping the page.

"I needed to be safe. Last time I followed right behind you and Donovan I had to burn the image out of my mind with scalding water." Jess chuckles and blushes before giving up and shutting her book. She stands and helps me remove my dress. Even the simple travel dresses I brought were still annoyingly intricate. I could do them myself but a helping hand was always welcome. Once dressed again and settled in the bed, Jess wrapped her arms around me and we both fell promptly to sleep.

I woke, from the warmth that came from body pressed against my back. I roll over to try and look out the window and see if its dawn yet. I relax when I see night still pressing against the thick window pane. Something feels off though. I can't place it. I move to shake Jess awake. A shock of blonde hair stills my hand. Gently I brush it away from the hair covering her face. I stare and feel my heart stop.

"Kara." I breathe out. This can't be real.

"Shhh... Lena. Just five more minutes." She grumbles out.

"Kara," I say again. Kara opens her eyes and they are even bluer than I remember.

"What is it Lena?" the crinkle appears on Kara's forehead had she looks at me puzzled.

I can't stop myself. Real or not, there is no way I am passing this up. My hand cups her cheek and her breath hitches. My thumb brushes Kara's bottom lip and the heat of the touch sears my skin. Suddenly it feels like all the air had been sucked out of the room. Kara surges up and her lips meet mine. It's better than I remember. Kara's tongue immediately seeks entry into my mouth and I gladly let it. Kara pushes me into the mattress and trails kisses to my jaw. She pauses to suck softly at the skin of my neck. A moan escapes my lips.

"Kara..."

"Lena." Kara pulls away with a very serious voice, that isn't hers.

"Lena, wake up." Jess is shaking me awake.

"Damn it, Jess."

"Well, you can't be having dreams like that while sharing the bed with me. You were moaning in your sleep."

"It was a good dream." I blush at the thought, Jess laughs.

"I could tell. Now go back to sleep, I think we still have a few hours before dawn."

I roll over and try to resume the wonderful dream that Jess interrupted.

The next morning we leave just as the sun is tinting the night sky. Jess and I are in the carriage again, bouncing along as the road gets rougher this far from the palace. We settle into the stillness of days of travel. Jess has started on a new book and I study letters sent to me from the castle and the war front. Different troop movements and supply trains. One is supposed to meet us in three towns, a place called Smallville. I chuckle at the on-the-nose name. Time passes slowly, but it does. Just before sunset, we stop again for the night, surrounded by armed men as Jess and I sleep in a tent.

The night erupts in screams and the flickering orange of fires burning out of control lights the outside of the tent. Jess and I scramble to pull robes over our sleeping shifts and shoes onto our feet. John Bursts into the tent and grabs my arm, pulling me roughly behind him, leaving Jess to follow as closely as she can.

"What is happening!" I yell over the clash of metal on metal. Horses screamed into the night as men's yells rumbled through my bones.

"Attack. Cadmium soldiers way over the border. I am getting you as far away as possible." John yells back over his shoulder.

In mid-stride, John cuts down a screaming man in boiled leathers as he runs towards us. John is headed towards two of the only horses still tethered to posts, straining to escape the licking flames of the fire on nearby tents. Jessica and I quickly work at the knots while John guards our backs. The horse I was working on rears up, the rope snaps and goes limp in my hands. I watch as the horse's tail disappears into the black woods. A shout stirs me from my stunned thoughts. John has crumpled to the ground and six men surround us. Two have Jess by both arms.

"Now, now princess. You better come with us." The one standing over John sneers. I round my shoulders back and stand straight.

"That is Queen-in-waiting to you." Luthor pride rearing its head, despite the circumstances. A glint of steel appears at Jessica's throat.

"Doesn't matter to us. Now come quietly or your little friend here won't ever speak again."

I drop the broken rope still clutched in my hands and step towards the man. I couldn't risk Jessica's life. Her eyes go wide at seeing me comply but a hand over her mouth muffles any protests. John Moans on the ground. One of the men kicks him hard. I lunge for the man and a sharp pain cracks across the back of my head and I hear a muffled cry from Jessica before blackness covers my eyes.

They are drugging me. A small voice in my mind thinks as I struggle back to conscience again. Time had lost all meaning. I fought to get to the surface of my mind. I lost track of how many times I had tried. The only thing that marked the passage of time were the periods of rocking and bumping changing to a hard still surface. I thought I heard a familiar voice trying to call to me, coaxing a coolness into my mouth, but the darkness was too heavy.

Bright light pierces through my eyelids, escalating the throbbing in my temples and making me just as aware of the almost painful dryness in my throat. My mind is sluggish to wake. The first thing I notice after the bright light is the softness on my back then the warmth covering me. The air is warm also. Much warmer than it should be, even for the end of winter.

I struggle to open my eyes, opening one before squeezing it back shut. A moan escapes my parched throat as I try again to open my eyes. I blink past the light and sit up, which only increases the pain in my head again.

"Rao, my head...." I mumble.

"Yes, it will take awhile for the last of the drugs to wear off, especially with how long they were used on you."

I jolt at the cold voice sitting just across from me at a small table. I meet the equally cold dark eyes set into a stern face. A pale woman with curly dark hair sits regally in the simple wooden chair, placing her teacup back on the saucer. I know this woman. My mind races to place where I could have seen her before.

"Queen Rhea." I try for the most neutral voice I can manage.

"Princess Lena, or is it Queen-in-waiting? Your hierarchy has always escaped me. Passing a throne from father to son was always less complicated, as long as a strong Queen stands behind them both."

"I will never stand behind a man," I growl out.

"Oh, but my dear, you will. That is why you are here. My son requires a queen, and your mother wants her first born on the throne. Her only born on the throne."

My head snaps up at that. No one was to know. All the servants and soldiers who were there when I was brought in were killed. This woman has somehow discovered Queen Lillian's most closely guarded secret. The echo of flames burning down the little hut flash through my mind. The day my happy, simple life ended. The day my mother was burned alive and Lillian Luthor began grooming me for my father's crown. I was a way to appease the people who had been calling for a true heir. The unrest was growing every day until the day Lillian appeared with me by her side. Suddenly years of anger dissipated in relief, securing the family on the throne and empowering the people to resume the fighting against an outside enemy.

"Yes. Your mother and I have been communicating quite a lot recently. You see she planned this whole thing. We both are wearisome of the constant fighting. We have found a way to make peace."

"I will not marry your son. I am to be Queen in my own right. I will not bend a knee to a man. Krypton is mine."

Queen Rhea laughs. It is a cold laugh that seems to drain heat from the stifling room. As if on some unspoken queue, the doors open. Two guards carry in a limp form. Dirty and in a torn dress, shackled by both hands and feet. Jessica falls to the ground with a sharp cry as the men drop her.

"Jess!" I stumble to her side, my legs weak from days of disuse.

"Yes, your Lady has been very vocal about everything. We had to keep her restrained after she almost killed one of my men. Thank you for bringing along sufficient motivation. As long as you behave, Lady Jessica will live in relative comfort in my dungeon. Food, water, bedding."I believe I know the answer to my next question but I ask it anyway.

"And if I don't? What if I just let you kill her and refuse to marry?"

"Oh, I won't just kill her. Any misbehavior will bring punishment to her. You will behave like the future queen you are. This must be real for the peace to last. A marriage between Krypton's Future Queen and Cadmium's King will finally unite the country again. My son will make history as the King who ends the war."

I stare at the regal queen with as much hate as I can muster. I was to choose between a life of torture for my best friend or my country. I scramble to find a way out. To save Jessica and I. Jessica moans something into the floor. I try to pull her upright.

"Jess..." I push her matted hair out of her eyes.

"Just find us some time. You will save us all."

"Yes, yes. Believe in yourself, blah, blah, blah. You can do it, blah, blah, blah. Hope is a dangerous thing ladies. It is what crushes you the most. Remove her." The queen stands. The men drag the limp Jessica from the room.

"You will be given a new handmaid. Armed guards will escort you everywhere."

"Just like home." I interrupt, my voice dripping with sarcasm. The Queen shoots me a look.

"No one will know you are the future queen of Krypton until the wedding ceremony, which will be after the appropriate three month courtship period. For now, you are Lady Ellena Colby, the daughter of the Duke of a small outlying land. You are here for the Orange Festival. Now, I must be going. Your Handmaid will arrive with dinner in a few short hours. Tomorrow, I will summon you for a proper welcome to Daxam."

The Queen quickly exits the room and leaves me on the floor, alone. My head was trying to understand what was happening and my eyes betrayed me with the tears that needed shedding.

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Sarah

Pairing: Dad!Steve Rogers x Mom!Reader

Summary: You and Steve are parents!!

Word count: 1,200

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: I needed an AU where everything was okay so I wrote Steve as a dad,,

You sighed, rolling onto your back. You stared up at the ceiling for a long time, listening to the white noise of Steve in the shower. Despite your exhaustion from not having slept well the last couple nights, it seemed the pattern would continue tonight, though for perhaps a different reason. You yawned, squinting at the light from the bathroom as the door opened before Steve flicked it off.

“Why are you still awake?” he asked, looking a little concerned. You took a moment to admire Steve’s silhouette against the light pollution from outside. He wore a pair of grey sweatpants that loosely clung to his hips.

“Baby’s dancing,” you replied, propping yourself up on one elbow as he approached.

“Oh yeah?” He laughed softly. “Sounds like we’ve got a gymnast on our hands.” Steve plucked a shirt from the dresser and pulled it on, tousling his already messy blond hair. He peeled back the sheets and snuggled up close to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You squirmed a little as you felt another kick.

“Geez, even I felt that one,” Steve laughed, placing a hand over your very swollen belly.

You locked your fingers with his. “She’s a super baby, I’m sure of it,” you joked. “Maybe she’ll take after her dad.”

He chuckled, the sound shaking his chest a little. He let loose a content sigh. “I hope not.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “I won’t be happy if our daughter is picking fights in a back alley right out of the womb.” He laughed again. “She’ll get in less trouble if she takes after you.”

“Steve, this is our baby we’re talking about. She’s getting in trouble regardless.” You ignored the weight and reality of that statemen, and tried to push aside all the horrible scenarios flashing through your mind. Being a parent seemed a lot more daunting than you initially thought. “Do you think we’re ready for this?”

Steve reflected on the question for a while. Whether or not you two were ready, Baby Rogers was going to come sooner or later. “I think we can handle it. Besides, we have plenty of help between the rest of the Avengers if we need it.”

You fidgeted again at the feeling of the very restless baby. “You think so?”

“Absolutely.” He kissed your forehead again. “It’s okay, I’m scared too. But we’ve brought down entire organizations, fought robots and aliens, and saved the world too many times to count. We were scared then too, weren’t we?”

“Plus we have to take care of Tony,” you added with a little laugh.

Steve nodded, snickering in response. “Exactly. I think we can handle one baby.”

You hummed in agreement. “You’re right,” you answered after some time.

You were quiet for a long while, embracing the comfortable silence. Eventually, the baby became still, allowing you to begin dozing off. You opened your eyes again with a little gasp.

“Steve, you still awake?” you whispered, giving his hand a soft squeeze.

His eyes remained shut, but he raised one eyebrow, the corner of his mouth curling upward. “Mhm.”

“I thought of a name.”

His eyes fluttered open slowly as he shifted a little. “Lay it on me.”

“I was thinking Sarah.”

He thought about it for a while, running his fingers absentmindedly down your arm. “Like my mom Sarah?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I like that name a lot. I think we should call her Sarah.”

Steve smiled. “Good idea.”

- - -

“Mommy?” a tiny voice said. You felt a dip in the bed and a small hand shaking your shoulder. You rolled over and saw Sarah clutching her stuffed bunny close to her chest.

“What’s wrong, honey?” You ran a hand down the little one’s arm.

Sarah trembled a little, hugging her bunny. “I had a bad dream.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” You moved back the covers so Sarah could climb in next to you. “Do you want to tell me what it was about?”

Sarah hid her face, nodding a little. You heard Steve shift. He propped himself up on an elbow, peering over at Sarah.

“What’s going on? Are you two having a cuddle party without me?” he teased, hoping to elicit a smile from his visibly shaken daughter.

You laughed softly. “Sarah had a bad dream.”

He frowned, reaching over to touch her shoulder. “Oh no,” he said. He thought for a moment. “I’ll take her back to bed so you can sleep, love,” he pecked a kiss to your temple.

“Thanks, Steve.”

He stood and picked Sarah up. “So, tell me about this bad dream.”

It wasn’t long before you realized you were thirsty. You got up and crept out to the kitchen, passing Sarah’s bedroom door. You listened to what she told Steve.

“...and there were bad guys and they taked you away and they putted you and Mommy in jail.”

“That sounds scary,” Steve said, pulling the blankets over Sarah. He handed her the stuffed bunny, which she took and clung to.

You put your glass in the sink and leant in the doorway as Steve went on.

“But there’s no bad guys here. Even if there were I wouldn’t let them put me or Mommy in jail. But I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t need me to stop the bad guys from getting her.” He looked up at you and shot a wink.

“Yeah,” you chimed in, pulling a face at Steve, “and Daddy is Captain America, remember? He puts the bad guys in jail.”

Sarah smiled. “So there’s no bad guys?”

“Well, doll,” Steve said, brushing her pale hair away from her face. You marveled at the way she looked exactly like her dad. “There’s always bad guys. They may not be here right now, but you’re going to see them someday.”

You settled on the bed opposite to Steve. “But we’re not going to let them get you. It’s our job to stop people like them.”

Sarah thought about that for a while, hugging her bunny. She smiled after some consideration. “I wanna be like you guys when I grow up. I’ll fight the bad guys too.” She grinned, eyes sparkling at the idea.

“That’s great, honey.” You kissed Sarah’s forehead, glancing at the clock. “Get some sleep. It’s very late.”

“Do you want me or your Mom to stay?” Steve asked as he stood and turned out the light.

She shook her head. “Nope. I’m not scared of the bad guys anymore.”

You followed Steve to the door. “Good,” he replied with a chuckle. “Goodnight, doll.”

“Night night, Daddy. Night night, Mommy.”

Steve closed the door almost silently, turning to you. He noted your drooping eyelids, pulling you into a hug.

“You okay, babe?” He rubbed your back in large circles.

You sighed, wrapping your arms loosely around his waist. “Just sleepy.”

“Let’s go back to bed. I’m tired too.”

The pair of you crawled back into bed, curling up together. You traced small circles on Steve’s chest, letting the rhythmic rise and fall lull you. It didn’t take long before you fell back asleep, curling against him.

#steve rogers #stever rogers x reader #captain america #captain america x reader #chris evans #chris evans x reader #the avengers #captain america the winter soldier #captain america civil war #captain america the first avenger #reader insert

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