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Okay….Adam sfw and nsfw headcanons? I cannot believe I have begun to simp after this trashbag DAMN YOU ALEX BRIGHTMAN-

I have an admission... I fucking love Adam pls keep sending Adam requests in I can't get enough of this man

Also, sorry I've been MIA, I've got a lot of deadlines coming up so updates will be more spaced out over the next few weeks :)

I love Adam but he's quite difficult to write, so pls lmk what you guys think! I tried to keep him in character! (This was far longer than planned lol I just love this man)

NSFW - Minors DNI

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Adam x f!reader - General Headcannons

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You'd been in heaven for many decades, possibly even centuries, before you had ever even entered Adam's radar

He was the 'original dick', as he liked to constantly remind everyone within shouting distance, and spent all of his time surrounded by the higher-ups of Heaven, attending meetings, court-hearings, and dealing with training his danger-tits army for the next extermination

It would take a lot to enter his radar, having to work your way into the correct circles, gain the right connections and attend the right events

But once you're in the circumference of society he haunts, you're on his radar immediately

He's a man with fine tastes, look at his previous wives, he has a type ("fucking bombshells" as he would describe them) and as soon as he sees you in his peripheral one afternoon he's zoned in and absolutely entranced

No one has ever said no to him before, so when you do, he's taken aback. Hiding his confusion and deep-rooted offence with a flippant comment "Oh, playing the hard to get game, babe? Lucky for you I fucking love the chase."

Inwardly, he's fucking fuming, why on earth would you reject him? Alas, he's sure he'll win you over eventually... right?

He's arrogant, he's cocky, he's a self-entitled piece of shit, but he's also determined, passionate, and is anything but a quitter

You will not know peace for months after your reject him

He'll storm into your office whenever he feels like it - which is whenever he has enough free time to do so - bugging you relentlessly as you try and finish your work. He never stops asking questions about you: your day, your hobbies, your love life, what're you doing after work tonight? He's free, he could take you somewhere nice, show you a real fun time

When you stop answering he starts bitching about his day to you, about the local gossip, about some Seraphim that pissed him off, about some bitch at the bar, which he could totally take you to, did he mention he was free tonight?

He doesn't just hound you at work, and you often find yourself coming to a screeching halt in the street and abruptly turning the other way when you spot his iconic mask - he's a tall man, his horns poking noticeably above the crowd as he tries to find any excuse to find and talk to you

When he gets really desperate, after months and months of unsuccessful attempts of gaining your attention, he finally turns to Lute with the all too familiar question "You're a woman, right? What do you-"

The advice she gives is not one he is happy to receive, 'stay away and tone it the fuck down', but he listens, ego taking a massive hit as he watches you carry on as normal

Funnily enough, you start to miss the annoying dick, and you begin to look forward to his far less frequent visits, which mainly consist of you both bumping into each other at work and making polite conversation

When he really can't take it anymore, and he happens to hear rumour about another man planning on asking you on a date, he practically breaks down your office door with a bouquet of flowers, thrusting them unhappily into your hands and asking incredibly politely for you to please go on a date with him

You're both surprised when you agree, and he can feel his face heating up beneath his mask as he whoops, calling a "I knew you'd come around babe, I'll pick you up at 8 tonight. Can't wait to see what you wear." over his shoulder as he bustles back out of your office, practically vibrating until he can tell Lute the news

He's 'The Original Man', and once you become his girl there is nothing he wouldn't do for you - he's constantly swinging by your office and pulling away the less important paperwork, commenting that he can get one of his workers to do it and freeing up time for you both to hang out; he's constantly flying through your balcony with bags of some new takeaway and chatting about this amazing new food place he found as he drops the heavy bags on your counter; someone causing you trouble? If he can't personally deal with it due to some 'relationship' he has to upkeep, he's sure to inform Lute who will have the situation handled before sunset that same day

Basically, he has authority in Heaven, and he's going to use that to make your life as easy as possible

Having a bad day? He can fix that. Oh, not in the mood for sex? Well, he's an amazing cuddle buddy, and he has the softest wings, let him just grab some snacks from the kitchen and then get ready for a night on the sofa wrapped in his strong arms and soft wings

His wings are insanely soft, and big, and despite his best efforts, no matter how long you've both been dating, they will flutter if he hasn't seen you in an extended amount of time, or if you're wearing something particular nice - he can't control it and it thoroughly ruins his bad-boy persona

You're the only other person beside Lute who he feels comfortable with letting preen his wings, and after you start officially dating he only comes to you with the issue, batting his eyelashes and pleading with you to 'take care of him'. You do, and he always breaks his promise not to 'make it weird' until you give him a firm smack on the back of his head - he's fallen asleep more times than you can count with your hands in his wings

He returns the favour, of course, and he sticks to his word like a gentleman, hands remaining firmly against your wings and not daring to wander. He's not a saint, however, and he will whisper less-than-holy things in your ear as he works - he'll stop if you don't play along, and finds himself enjoying the innocent intimacy of it. If you do play along? Oh, boy, his hands don't stay on your wings for long

He uses his wings a lot in his body language, and in your initial stages of courting he'll constantly puff them out to make him seem bigger, trying to impress you with his sheer size - embarrassingly for you, it works

PDA is not approved of in heaven, so he has to maintain his distance from you in public but that is a completely different matter in private

He will take every opportunity to touch you, innocently, whether that be a had on your jaw to bring your attention back to him or to guide your gaze wherever he wants you to look, a hand on your bicep to pull you this way and that, a large hand between your shoulder blades if you're being too slow

In public, completely subconsciously, whichever wing is closest to you will outstretch, barely noticeable to the majority of people, corralling you in closer to his side, and protecting you from whatever might happen - there's no danger in heaven, but still, he likes to know you're safe, and his wings reflect that desire

In private, he's constantly got a hand on you, oftentimes both, on your arms, your shoulders, your waist, the small of your back, your thighs, fucking anywhere - he likes having you on his chest on the sofa, and he finds it funny when he tries to do the same and crushes the air from your lungs

He loves when you cook and he can just stand behind you with his chin propped on your head or shoulder and his arms around your waist. You constantly have to tell him off for whispering foul things in your ear, but he quickly shuts up when you threaten to send him away, his grip tightening against you as he pouts playfully and watches silently

He will actively stretch out his wing when it's cold or windy or rainy, shielding you from the elements with his large wings and loving the excuse to pull you close. "What're they gonna say babe? I'm just keeping you dry."

The biggest difficulty in your domestic lives is the housework, he's an old fashioned man and he's never really had to do housework before. He's gotten better throughout your relationship, but he still absolutely hates washing dishes, but he'll happily sit in the kitchen and keep you company and talk mindlessly as he watches you work. He always thanks you with a kiss

If you ever make him do it, expect to be sat on the counter right next to him and no you cannot leave until he's done and yes you will listen to him complain the entire time and yes he will always slap your ass with a wet hand as payback, cackling as you yell half-heartedly

Deep down, incredibly deep, oceanic levels of deep, past the many many levels of crude jokes and brash humour, of over-compensating confidence and attempted witty one-liners, past the smirk and the puffed chest and the domineering presence, is a man who is cripplingly doubtful and insecure - two of his wives have left him for the same man, and he's absolutely terrified (but would rather burn in the fiery pits of hell than ever admit it) that it's going to happen again

He can seem rude and brash and uncaring, but he really is trying his best, and he's desperate to prove to you, in his own way, how much he really cares (He's scared to admit even to himself how much losing you would crush him)

Because of this, no event is ever half-assed - it's your birthday? He's got the biggest cake he can find and he's made some of his exterminators set up a surprise birthday party for you. It's your anniversary? He's pretending he's forgotten until the morning of and suddenly you've got a reservation at one of the nicest and most in-demand places in all of Heaven

"Come on, sugar," He'd reprimand you mockingly, shit-eating grin on his face at your excitement "you really thought I'd forget my special girl?"

He can doubt himself sometimes, worrying about your feelings for him, but he hides his insecurities whenever you catch him in deep-thought with some lame sex-joke

He doesn't ever want to talk about his insecurities, and he'll never outright tell you what he fears more than anything, but you pick up on it after enough time together

You don't pry, but you do card your hands through his hair when you see his eyes go particularly glossy one afternoon, pressing a kiss to his temple and scratching at his scalp, making your way slowly to his wings and back and taking your sweet time. He closes his eyes and listens to you ramble about your day, which eventually turns into you rambling about him, how handsome he is, how hard he works, and how much you love him and how you don't know what you'd do without him

He doesn't realise it, but you say just the rights things he needs for him to regain that pep in his step and for his cocky words to have more meaning behind them

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He's the Original Dick, and you'd hope he had the goods to back up the talk with the amount of bragging he does

He does; he does have the goods, and some would say he's being humble because what the fuck

He's the oldest human in history - he's seen it all, done it all twice, and he's more than willing to share some of his tricks with you

He's too proud and self-centred to ever let you have complete control, but when he's particularly lazy he'll let you go on top (as rare as this occasion is) but he'll still guide you as best as he can, lifting you easily with his strong arms and sweet-talking you with his sharp tongue

The first time you ever see him without his god-awful mask is during an intimate moment - you're first intimate moment, where you downright refused to continue if he didn't take the cursed thing off his face

Again, he's insecure, and it takes a lot of reassurance and just the right amount of kisses on his jaw and neck for him to be convinced that taking his mask off was worth it

He lets you look at him for several moments, and then he's had enough and he took his mask off for a fucking reason and he's pulling you into his lap and kissing you properly for the fist time

You can compliment him later, he has other things on his mind right now, the main one being fucking you until you can't even conjure a coherent thought

After that encounter he slowly takes his mask off in private with you more and more, learning to appreciate how nice it was to be able to kiss your temple and actually feel you against his lips, as well as how nice it was to feel your lips against his cheek

Still keeps the mask on sometimes, especially when you ask so nicely

He absolutely loves receiving head, resting back in his office chair or against the back of the sofa and letting you get to work, grunts and groans falling from his lips as his hands grip your hair tightly and guide you exactly how he wants you

He will give head as well, he's not selfish by any means, but he much prefers kissing you as you fall apart beneath him - for him, he'd much rather swallow your screams and mutter dirty things in your ear as he brings you to release

Be careful with his wings, especially when he lets you preen them - gentle touches can easily be misinterpreted as passionate caresses and before you know it you're pinned on your back with a red-faced and disheveled looking Adam hovering above you, muttering about how you're a "fucking tease" and if "you wanted it so bad all you had to do was ask, sugar. I'll never leave you wanting."

He knows the power of wings, and his heavy touches against your own when he needs to "Just sliding past babe, what's that fucking look for? Can't a man work?" are no accident. He loves getting you all wound up. He takes it as a personal challenge to do it in public, and his shit-eating grin remains the entire day before he's pressing you against the door of his office or your plush bed and muttering about how fucking needy you are.

He doesn't take being teased well, and he'll glare at you the entire time until he can do something about it - he'll have even less patience than usual, especially for people who aren't you, and often has to do damage-control after he's regained his bearings a few hours later

He's a big man, and he uses that to his full advantage, man-handling you with ease, positioning you exactly where he wants you, pinning both of your wrists easily with only one of his large hands, pushing your legs apart like butter

He can lift you easily, and he'll hold you against the wall, or countertop, or wherever the fuck you guys are, and he'll keep you there until he's done

Lute has walked in on you both far too many times, and she always hurtles back out of the door cursing at you both angrily

He likes pinning you beneath him, spreading his wings over your forms and completely shrouding you with his form - you're fucking his, and no one else will take that from him

He fucking loves dirty talk, and it's a challenge to get him to shut up - he'll carry on talking at you long after you're able to respond, and he'll just start talking about that instead: "Aw, look at you, can't even fucking say my name you're so fucking dumb for this c-"

As said before, he's insecure based on the way he lost his two previous wives and the reflects into the bedroom

If you do degrade him, he'll just challenge you, telling you you've obviously not learnt your fucking lesson and picking up the pace, desperate to prove he's the exact opposite of whatever had just spilled from your mouth - you'll pay for trying to goad him on, he won't relent until you're a babbling shaking mess, stuttering out apologies and taking back everything you had just dared to say to him

Any praise you offer him he absolutely laps up. Call him handsome, tell him your his, tell him there's no one else in the world who would ever compared to him, how good he's fucking you - he'll get so wrapped up in the praise he'll even stop talking, completely focussed on his task of making you feel good, making sure you know there's no one else who could give you what he does

Dig your hands into his wings and he becomes a groaning mess, and it'll only be a few seconds of you muttering those sweet praises in his ears and your nails digging into his wings before he's collapsing on top of you and panting raggedly, still trying to mutter out curses and praises through his gruff gasping

When he really loses control his wings will flap of their own accord, and you've had to completely clear your side tables because he kept accidentally smashing everything that was on them

He likes to rest afterwards, and he usually tries to encourage you into going another round.

He'll tug you into his sweaty side, pulling you half onto his chest as he breathes deeply, immediately asking if you enjoyed it, and when you agree, he'll always mutter something along the lines of "Of course you fucking did, it's me."

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ceesimz · 23 days

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Panna!

Not my best work, but it was fun to write nonetheless. FYI: panna means nutmeg, but it's also a playground/street football game where it is either a 1v1 or basically a huge free-for-all and you had to get as many nutmegs/pannas as possible - great memories :)

Living with Leah was a much different experience than you thought it would be.

The first time you met her she was a little shy but the more you got to know her, the more enamouring she was and before long you had completely fallen for her, as had she for you. Each date, you peeled back another layer of each other's personality and you saw a side to her that was inexplicably softer than the sometimes rather grumpy, stoic demeanor she had for her career. It was easy to like her, adore her, and eventually love her, and you made sure to offer her a safe space for her to let go in when she was away from the view of the public. She did the same for you, allowing you to switch off when you needed to in her presence. Ultimately, the relationship was so rewarding and comforting, it seemed almost too good to be true. In moments of self-doubt and insecurity, you felt like you were just waiting for the shoe to drop.

And when you moved into your new house together, that shoe did indeed drop, but in a way you didn't expect.

As time went on of you sharing the same space, an extremely irritating side of Leah came out in full force. You had seen glimpses of it so far of course, and it never failed to make you laugh, but living with her? It was next level.

Leah seemed to embody the nature of that of an annoying younger sibling or a tiresome teenager who had a maddening addiction to just being absolutely infuriating. When she was in a certain type of giddy mood, this habit seemed to reach new heights. You loved it, but sometimes it felt like you were going to explode with the aggravation you felt towards her.

You know that saying of if you don't react, they'll get bored and stop? Yeah, that didn't apply to Leah.

"Leah, I'm trying to cook dinner, put the football away please." You started out by asking her politely as you manned the pasta in the pot on the hob, your girlfriend doing kick-ups by the fridge.

"I'm alright here, babe. I won't get in your way, swear. Just wanna be with you, and I am bored." That's kind of sweet, you guess.

Deciding that the pasta can survive without constant surveillance, you step away from it to unload the dishwasher but clearly Leah doesn't agree with that.

"Nah, forget that, I'll do it later. Come here, one versus one." She grins, quickly flicking the ball between each foot.

"And why would I do that as someone who doesn't even know which foot to use?" You raise an eyebrow and stand across from her with your hands on your hips.

"Bit of fun, babe, lighten up. Let's do a game of panna." She teases, passing the ball to you. "You first."

"What is panna?" You frown, confused.

"Just try to nutmeg me." Leah rolls her eyes, though she knows your knowledge of football lacks compared to her as someone who lives and breathes the sport and has done all her life.

You squint your eyes sceptically at her, before slowly inching towards her and attempting to dribble the ball the way you've seen her do it probably a million times. However, as soon as you get close, she removes any gap between her feet and instead stands like a penguin.

"How am I supposed to nutmeg you when you stand like that?" You scoff, but she just smirks smugly at you and shrugs.

"No one likes a quitter."

"No one likes a stubborn girlfriend that forces her girlfriend to play a game that's impossible to win." You hit back, and a smile tugs at your lips as you see Leah suppress a laugh.

"Fine, let me go against you." She steals the ball from your feet in the blink of an eye, and now the cards are stacked impossibly against you.

"Right, 'cause this is totally fair."

You roll your eyes but nevertheless prepare to defend your pride against the decorated footballer that stands before you. This little stand off lasts all of two minutes as Leah performs as many standing tricks as she can - it's hard not to laugh because, despite the talent she's portraying, it just looks like the result of a button-spamming FIFA player.

Finally though, you gain the confidence to lunge at her to get the ball back, but Leah of course spots this immediately, and flip-flaps the ball straight between your legs.

"Panna! You just got your shit rocked, baby." She celebrates as if her performance wasn't as easy as stealing candy from a baby. You watch as she cheers quietly to herself under her breath and dances like a fool. If the world could see her now, you think.

Feeling slightly humbled, you go back to your place at the stove, finding comfort in your cooking skills at least.

...This oddly felt like you were playing into some kind of stereotype.

"Put the ball away now, please." You tell her once more, but as ever her ego takes no prisoners.

"Aw, is someone's ego hurt?" Leah pouts pitifully at you, her hands falling to your waist when she stands behind you. You weren't having it though, not when she had humiliated you purely for her own ego.

"No, I just have many dangerous weapons in my arsenal here and I wouldn't want the leader of England to come to any harm." You return the patronising pout on her face, swatting away her hands and wagging the pasta ladle you had just pulled from the boiling pan in her face.

"Alright, message heard." She walks away with her hands surrendered.

For the next five minutes that the spaghetti spends boiling, you both exist civilly in the same area whilst doing different things. You're preparing for dinner as Leah is of course dilly-dallying with the football again. Each punt against the ball as she does kick-ups or ridiculous little tricks slowly grinds your gears, until she eventually begins occupying floor space in the kitchen that she obviously knows you'll use.

"Move, please, I need to drain this pasta." You say initially, a bit of bite to it but not as much as you easily could reach. However, she doesn't move, and instead gets in the way even more. "I have a pot full of boiling water here, move!"

You shoved past her where she was messing around with the ball near the sink, a shit-eating grin on her face which its only purpose is to infuriate you more. She does move out the way though, lifting the ball up into her arms with the foot, but she only steps so far away.

"What are we having?" She asked in an all too innocent voice, watching as you drained the pasta - the aggression you did this simple task with probably should have been a warning sign to her. But that had never stopped her before.

"Spaghetti, what does it look like?" You shake your head at her. "And you will eat it this time."

You were yet another unfortunate victim to Leah's limited and fussy palate.

"Not my fault you used a rank sauce last time. You better have gotten a new one." She grumbled like a picky toddler, starting her kick-ups again right in front of the next cupboard you need to get into.

"Put that fucking ball away before I stab a knife into it." You snap, pushing her out of the way with one hand and getting out the aforementioned new sauce. "See? Is this better for you, princess?"

"Oh, you're gonna pay for that, sweetheart." Leah smirks, referencing the sassy tone and mocking pet name you used for her as you shoved the jar into her face to prove a point.

"I'd like to see you try." You scoff, heading back over to the stove.

She falls suspiciously silent as you put the spaghetti and sauce into the pan. You try to pay no notice, watching out of your peripheral vision as she slowly makes her way back over with her hands behind her back.

"What are y-"

You're disrupted by her kicking the ball in between your legs, it clunking scarily loud against the glass door of the oven.

"Another one! Call me Ronal-fucking-dhino!" Leah laughs giddily, scampering away like a naughty child.

You took a deep breath, composing yourself so that you didn't chase after her with one of the multiple weapons within reach around you.

However, sticking true to your threat, you grabbed a knife from the draining board beside the sink and sunk it into the ball that had been the bane of your existence for the past however long it's been in Leah's possession. It wasn't a sentimental object, you wouldn't do that to her, thankfully it was just a ball she had picked up from the supermarket one day she had been determined to tag along as you did the grocery shop. The poor thing let out its final breath as the air puffed out of it, a sign you had won the battle. With a slightly manic grin, you went on making the rest of the meal as if nothing had happened.

Luckily you were able to cook the dinner without any further childish interruptions, though you did have half a mind to pour the whole shaker of salt onto her portion. But no, you can rise above this kind of behaviour. A household prank war against this woman-child could lead to an unfortunate break-up. Though you did just get an adrenaline rush from murdering a harmless football, so maybe it was already on.

"Leah, come here and sort your cheese out." You shout into the apartment, not a clue where she had gone off too.

Although, you forgot the scene she would walk into, only realising when a sharp gasp sounds through the room.

"What... the hell did you do?" Leah whispers in a dramatically heartbroken voice, kneeling to the ground and delicately picking up the punctured ball. You turned and rolled your eyes at the sight that met you, forever astonished at the theatrics this girl pulls off.

"Better a ball than your head." You mutter under your breath. "Sort your dinner out, I'm not being blamed for ruining it this time."

You took your bowl and walked past where she was still on the ground, nudging her shoulder with your knee as you went by to push her over. Okay, maybe you did have tendencies similar to hers.

Leah joins you on the couch a few moments later, an embarrassingly scarce amount of parmesan in her bowl as she slumps down next to you with a groan.

"I'm not watching this right now, I don't want to participate in a fucking reading lesson whilst I'm eating!" Leah complains at the choice of TV show you'd picked for this evening: Narcos.

"Tough, I cooked so I choose." You shrugged and pressed play, the characters immediately talking in thick and fast Spanish that, despite the English subtitles, is too much for your poor girlfriend to deal with right now.

"That's not fair, you always cook." She grumbles, stabbing her fork aggressively into her food. You pause the show at that statement, turning to look at her with a face that conveyed pure and unfiltered rage.

"Did you seriously just complain that I always cook?" You question in a frighteningly passive tone. Leah glances at you from the corner of her eye, not daring to turn away from her bowl. "Really, Leah?

She grimaces at the use of her name when you probe her for an answer. All day, she had been toeing a fine line, pressing all the wrong buttons, and pushing her luck with you. This time though, she'd really done it.

"Watch whatever you want, I'm not eating with you." You stand up from your seat on the sofa and storm away to the bedroom, leaving a glum and regretful Leah in the lounge who does in fact change the show on TV.

Was it an overreaction? In an hour, you'll probably think so. But right now you couldn't bear to look at the woman downstairs. You both eat, sad and alone, in your separate rooms to think over your actions.

In fact, no, you didn't overreact. You were entirely in your right to get angry over a throw-away statement that Leah had made just to win one back against you. Her immature attitude and competitive nature took over and she made an unnecessary comment about an action you not only enjoyed doing anyway, but enjoyed doing for her. So, whilst Leah thought back on how she should have behaved better, verbalised herself better, you were satisfied with your actions.

When there was a quiet knock at the bedroom door twenty minutes later as you lay in bed on your phone, bowl on the floor and meal happily consumed, you gave no answer. Leah came in anyway, a sheepish and guilty look on her face.

"May I come in?" She asks shyly, only her head in view.

"As long as you promise to not be a complete arsehole to me anymore." You grumble, not looking at her.

"I promise, love. I am sorry. I have things to make up for my utterly stupid behaviour." She says, and that does pique your interest.

You grunt in affirmation, and the door opens to reveal her holding a few items: your favourite candle from the lounge, a hot chocolate, your favourite cookies, and the oil you often used to massage Leah whenever her muscles were giving her some discomfort.

"Maybe I could give you a massage, babe? I am sorry. I appreciate all you do for me, I was just being an idiot before who didn't know when to stop. I love that you cook for me, and eating dinner with you at the end of a long day is one of my favourite things, genuinely. I'm really sorry for making that stupid comment, I am." Leah tells you softly, an air of desperation to her voice. Through all the times she loves to piss you off, nothing made her feel worse than when you truly got angry at her.

"You must really be sorry if you're letting me eat in bed." You comment quietly, referring to the pack of cookies in her arms. She smiles and nods, coming over to sit on the edge of the bed beside you.

"I am sorry. Get crumbs everywhere if you want, get your revenge." She replies and a weight lifts off her chest when you giggle slightly. "I love you, truly, madly, deeply. I'm so grateful for you and everything you do."

You reluctantly smile up at her from where you lay, then roll your eyes and hold your arms out for her.

"Come here, you massive idiot." You mutter, watching amused as she rushes to put her things on the bedside table before diving on top of you. "You're a wanker, number six."

Leah laughs into the pillow at the reference, nodding her head in agreement. She turns her face into your neck and places a few light, apologetic kisses there.

"I am." She murmurs, sighing a little and causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. "I wouldn't appreciate it if you started shouting that at my football games though."

"I don't appreciate you reciting a ninety's song in your apology though. Get some original material next time." You hit back, a smug grin on your face as she laughs again.

"I'll sing it for you if you want." Leah offers, voice slightly muffled by your neck as your body shakes with laughter.

"I think that would reverse all your efforts." You say, her humming in agreement. "Now, did you say something about a massage?"

The next morning, Leah believes all is forgiven from the previous night. But just to be sure, she hops out of bed since she's the first to wake up and decides to bring you a coffee in bed before you both were due to go out for breakfast with friends. It's a delight you welcome immediately, sighing contently when the hot mug is placed into your hands as you sit up against the headboard. Leah joins you in bed again, copying your position, and wraps an arm around you as well as kissing your forehead. She mumbles a few more words of apology into your ear as you drink, ensuring that you know how grateful she is for everything you do. You also welcome that with open arms, happy to hear her feelings towards you when she's not being an irritating little pest.

She watches you the whole time you get dressed for the day, and there's a soft smile on her face as she stood in the bathroom doorway whilst you put your earrings in, the finishing touch of your outfit. You mirror the smile she wears when she steps forward and wraps her arms around your waist, murmuring endless compliments into your ear that send shivers down your spine. It's a sickeningly sweet moment, it would rot any witnesses' teeth had they been there to see it, but it's perfect and it's the couple that you recognise rather than the bickering one from the previous night.

You exit the bathroom together, your fingers intertwined as Leah leads you down the stairs. Though, just as you're about to leave, you spot a smudge mark on your cheek from your mascara in the mirror by the door, so you stop to fix it. Leah, with the patience of a toddler, somehow finds yet another ball and it's one you can't stab this time since it's a Euros 2022 ball. Even though she has just done her hair, begging you to straighten it for her, she starts doing headers. And that's where the morning takes a turn for the worst.

When you'd finished fixing your makeup, you head to the downstairs bathroom to quickly wash your hands. Then you hear a panicked shout, followed by a loud bang, and lastly the sound of glass smashing. Instinctively, you rush out the room to see if Leah's okay, thinking the worst, but it seems that the only damage she has is to her ego. And, subsequently, to her relationship.

The sight that greets you fills you with more fury than you'd ever felt in your life. Your mirror, the antique one you had been adamant at buying when decorating the house, lay broken on the ground. The frame was cracked, it was surrounded by glass, and the ball laying next to it was very clearly the offending weapon. The culprit cowered in the corner of the hallway, looking at you and waiting for a reaction.

And boy did it come.

The walls of the house shook with the scale of your voice as Leah flinched like she was physically impacted by each punch that your words delivered. Nothing offensive or harmful was said of course, but your language was certainly colourful and impactful. Each word was spat with a lethal amount of venom, and Leah wasn't sure she would ever see the light of day again; living a life banished to her house, individually glueing each piece of the mirror back together as you endlessly lecture her. Eventually though, you did have to take a breath. Leah took one at the same time, though she was a shell of herself as you glared at her.

Composing yourself, you stepped over the mess and opened the front door before turning to Leah with an unnerving smile. She smiled anxiously back at you, and it took everything in you not to laugh at the nervous, apologetic look on her face. At least she knew she had messed up.

The next time you speak, it's like nothing had happened, and that fills Leah with more fear than she'd ever felt in her life. She knows she's in for it when you get back later.

"Come on, my love, we have a breakfast date to attend."

#leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson one shot #woso #woso x reader

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nunalastor · 1 month

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Jumping onto the Susan Suswagon, consider Alastor finally figuring out that Lucifer's trying to court him...only he missed the part where it stopped being ironic (granted, so did Lucifer). He just thinks the dude's doing a bit to mess with him since he's not a romance guy.

But Alastor ain't no quitter and he's not going to back down. He's going to make Lucifer say uncle if Susan doesn't get to him first. Every time Susan begins to mildly approve of him, Alastor offhandedly mentions how much he misses Cox and how he was such a gentleman and it's right back to square zero. An eternal game he can never win until Susan croaks, and who in Hell can kill Susan? No one. Lucifer hasn't been this close to going full Devil-triggered (if you know you know) mode in close to a century. He is actively questioning how much Hell needs a Cannibal Town. Rosie's background amusement has started to transform into mild terror.

Needless to say, when Alastor's finally in a white dress and STILL thinking they're playing gay chicken, Susan is not invited to the wedding. Or she is but only so Lucifer can rub it in her old wrinkly face.

😭😭

#hazbin hotel #radioapple #alastor #nunalastor asks #lucifer morningstar #appleradio #radio apple #apple radio #susan (derogatory)#the cox chronicles

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a-small-writer-in-a-big-world · 1 year

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How would the 141 boys (+ könig) react to being slaughtered at playing UNO

by slaughtered i mean being beat by the reader TREMENDOUSLY

UNO is such a dangerous game I would never play with them because we'd kill each other

The 141 + König playing UNO with the reader

Price

Doesn't look like it but he's extremely competitive

He's actually very good at card games so no one plays him but then you asked him to play UNO once

He went in thinking that he was going to win

He left the game halfway through the 10th round because you kept beating him and he was pissed

It hurt his ego a little bit

Whenever you pull it out he refuses to play

Ghost

I don't think getting a man who has anger issues (me too bud) to play one of the most rage inducing games is a good idea

He's very competitive, shows it, and loves rubbing it into people's faces when he wins

He thought he was going to win a few rounds with you but no, you completely wiped him

He got so angry he had to step away and then whenever it was brought up it always started an argument with you both

UNO doesn't get played when he's around

Soap

He's also outwardly competitive and loves to play games

Was super excited that you wanted to play UNO because he's played it with his family before and he always wins

He started to lose and he did get angry but Soap is not a quitter

He kept playing, and playing

You lost count of how many rounds you guys played because he was adamant that he could win

You had to quit the game because it was late but Soap refuses to say that it's ended

Says you guys are "just taking a break" even months after

Gaz

All of them are pretty competitive but Gaz is a lot less explosive in his anger

He also seems to get more frustrated/irritated than down right angry

So when he decided to play UNO with you he expected to win a few, not lose every single round that you guys have played

He gets increasingly frustrated which hinders his ability to play right

Eventually he quits and goes to sulk in his room after his pride has been hurt by you

König

Out of all of them he's the least competitive but he still likes to win

He's also super good at playing any kind of party game/cards/board game etc.

He thought it would be fun to play with you and thought that it would be just a regular game

Until he lost every round

He was frustrated, cursed you out in German (which he apologized for later) and then pouted after he quit

Safe to say, UNO is banned from the base

#captain john price x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #konig x reader #mw2 ghost #mw2 price #mw2 soap #mw2 gaz #mw2 konig

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clairdelunelove · 2 months

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winning game

itadori yuuji x f!reader

genre: fluff (gamer!yuuji drabble!)

warnings: suggestive, broad gamer lingo, 2k words

synopsis: yuuji's great at everything and, unsurprisingly, he's an amazing gamer. but what happens when he gets a little– say– distracted?

a.n. woAH who wrote this?! hehe but hear me out, I luv watching streams and I lowkey game on the side soo, this was expected. this was HEAVILY inspired by @r5x95r13ros's beautiful art. I apologize for the person I became while writing this. but oh my gosh, did it change me. (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

gamer!yuuji who begs you to sit on his lap while he's gaming because he loves the way you feel on him

gamer!yuuji who normally doesn’t mind any type of video game genre. it’s fun! just a little hobby that helps him destress after a long day. as long as he has friends that are willing to play, he’s satisfied. however, it’s rather interesting that he seems to do exceptionally well in fps games. it could be due to the fact that he has reflexes like no other. he can and will adapt to any situation, regardless of the fact that he might not have the most experience in the game or he’s still learning the basics. focuses on minor details; like an enemy’s character model glitching through the wall or hearing their footsteps on the floorboards. any hint that’ll pinpoint his enemies location. which is 100% why he’d have his volume turned up to the max. also, he’s a proficient learner. think of him as the type of person that’s automatically skilled at a game even if he’s never played it before. even in real combat, he just has a knack of strategizing ten steps ahead of the enemy team and wins rounds because of it. and he doesn’t possess a competitive drive like some of the ‘rage-quitters’ on his team but he locks in if he manages to make a mistake. he’ll express a sincere, “my bad!” and then douse the entire opposition the next round, making it to the top of the leaderboard. he has this adorable habit where if he unlocks an incredibly rare achievement and you compliment him on the feat, he’ll tilt his head in confusion. just doesn’t grasp how impressive he is. yet he feeds into your praise like if you had a carrot on a stick. beams at you and cheers, “did you see that? did you think it was cool? I can do it again, watch!”

gamer!yuuji who tries his hardest to stay quiet while he’s on a voice call with friends but you know it won’t last long. you’re relaxing on his small dorm bed, stretched out while scrolling through your phone, and he’s situated at his desk. there’s a controller cradled in his slender fingers. it’s his preferred way of playing fps games and it’s definitely not the easiest (or most frequently used method) but he’s told you that he enjoys the challenge. doesn’t mind not having hotkeys or easy movement to aid him throughout gameplay. hence, causing his skill to be that much more impressive. the neon colors of his pc illuminate the darkened room, creating a glow around his sharp features and his concentration on the screen in front of him gives you the (very) necessary time to appreciatively stare. he’s clad in the dark, hooded zip up jacket that you gifted him for his birthday. you don’t question the logic of how he can hear when his headphones are over the hoodie that’s haphazardly draped over his pink hair. gaze flitting downward, you’re gnawing on your lower lip when the black tank top yuuji’s wearing does little to conceal his collarbones and the prominent dip of his chest. and the attractive sight is almost enough for you to excuse the raucous callouts that leave his lips. “flanking in,” he announces as he subconsciously leans closer to his screen to get a better view, “crap! they’re baiting! to your right!” and he tries to lessen the intensity of his voice– he really does– but he’s caught in the thrill of being the last person alive on his team.

gamer!yuuji who’s justification for loading into another match is, “it’ll be quick, promise!” he always keeps his promises to you and this is no exception. though, through his headphones, his friends are loudly pleading for him to play another round. and you just don’t have the heart to tell yuuji to turn their request down. “you can play another, yuu. I can wait,” you suggest with a knowing smile. he moves to pull the headset’s mic away and his lips are pulled into a small frown. his words are soft as he asks, “you sure? I can always tell them I gotta spend time with my girl, ya know. they’ll understand.” and there’s a heat that engulfs you at his casual endearment for you that he uses with his friends. you hum, aware that yuuji deserves to relish in some alone time, “yup! don’t worry, I’ll still be here when you’re done.” after your answer, he seems to contemplate your decision because his brows are furrowed. there’s a sharp glint in his eyes that you recognize and know that he’s come up with a consensus. finally, he leans in his seat to press a delicate kiss on your cheek and murmurs a proposal that benefits the both of you, “sit on my lap for this round, will you? jus’ wanna hold you while I’m playing.” and to prove his point, he swivels his chair in your direction. it's a dangerous game he's playing but he hasn't caught on yet. instead, he moves to spread his legs to make enough room for you, his sweatpants causing the motion to be effortless, and ushers you to him with a pat to his thigh.

gamer!yuuji who doesn’t feel the slightest bit of embarrassment or shame when his friends clown him over voice chat for whispering sweet nothings into your ear. he’s enamored by you! thinks that he received a literal blessing when the two of you started dating because, like, you’re perfect! and if you don’t share his sentiment then he’ll continually show you that you’re the only one for him. thus, he feels obligated to remind you every single chance he has. “you’re so pretty,” he coos when you’re seated on his lap. his chest is pressed against your back and quite frankly, it’s almost too surreal for him. this angle is, also, absolutely ideal for him to shower you with the praise and attention that you deserve. and goodness, yuuji makes certain of it. he implores you by lifting your chin with his index finger, his touch is gentle. however, the gaze that he settles upon you is heavy. “the prettiest,” he slurs, “all f’me, right?” and this man has his mic unmuted the entire time. of course his friends are quick to tease him, tossing in their own complaints of, “c’mon man!” or “get a room, lovebirds!” but yuuji’s on cloud nine when you’re in his lap like this. you, on the other hand, are the epitome of flustered. you’re reminded of the breadth of his physique because while he’s not necessarily the biggest male in the world, he’s still brawny. with his sleeves pushed up to his forearms, he reaches around you to grab his controller again and utters a teasing, “aw, you guys are haters,” to his friends. unperturbed by their protests, he leans closer, lulled by your saccharine perfume, and rests his head on your shoulder. just a moment of peace shared between the both of you. his arms come around to encase you in a warm embrace, sweetly asking if you’re comfortable, and before long he’s loading up into another game.

gamer!yuuji who, while waiting for his teammates to rez him, rests his large hands on your thighs. it’s almost alarming how natural the action is. the scenario that usually happens is that he ends up swearing when his character dies, places his controller down, and dives right back into latching onto your thighs. finds pleasure in how soft you are between his strong fingers. “you need anything? water? snacks?” he asks, ready to do anything for your comfort. his fingertips lovingly trace circles on the curve of your upper thighs as he waits for your answer. a mischievous grin dances on his face when he quickly adds, “more kisses?” and his eagerness causes you to giggle as you teasingly push him away when he drifts toward you. “if you win the game I’ll give you a kiss,” you offer and his eyes light up at your words. but then he’s pouting, “but I haven’t kissed you all day!” and you would’ve felt guilty, given his wide eyes and somber dip of his pretty lips, if it wasn’t for the fact that he already has. “you just gave me a kiss, yuu,” you remind him while you’re still comfortably tucked into his chest. “that was just a kiss on the cheek,” he clarifies and huffs like it was obvious, “let me make it up to you now.” but he’s interrupted by one of his friends hollering for him to focus and you’re a fit of giggles when he outwardly sulks. “they need their star player,” you croon.

gamer!yuuji who’s reduced to sloppy aim/bad callouts because you’re whispering praises and pressing hot kisses on his neck. you didn’t think it’d end up like this but you can’t help but purr, “did so good, yuu. I’m so proud of you,” when he manages to wipe the opposing squad. and at the recognition, he readjusts himself in his seat and nods to himself. like he’s not expecting the low drawl in your tone. or how warm you are in his lap. there’s a foggy daze in his eyes when you angle yourself closer to him so it’d be easier to cheer him on. “hah, you’re proud of me?” he repeats, eyes glued to the screen in hopes of hearing your pretty voice again. you hum, drawing yourself into the junction of his neck and pressing a sticky kiss at the sensitive spot, “mhm, so proud.” he almost drops his controller, scrambling to regain hold on it, and clears his throat at his mishap when his friends comment on it. his ears are tinged red and he weakly breathes out your name. a warning? a plea for more? you’re not sure but it’s hypnotic the way his eyes droop until they’re half-lidded. it’s when you nip at his neck that he smacks a hand over his mouth to muffle the groan that threatens to leave his lips. “not fair,” he rasps as he misses his shots due to your teasing. his team is losing and their star player is slowly losing his concentration the more the match goes on. you trail kisses along the expanse of his neck, reveling in how he squirms from underneath you. he’s melting. fully dizzy when you press another open-mouthed kiss below his jaw. the game ends with yuuji winning but that’s not his biggest victory at the moment. scrambling to mute himself on his mic, he pivots his attention to you, big brown eyes captivated in yours, and pleads, “please kiss me, baby.” his voice is syrupy and thick, like it’s cemented in his throat. the headphones that he wears are immediately discarded. his hands automatically trail down to hold onto your waist, coercing you even closer in his tight hold. he hovers above your glossy lips, fully mesmerized, and he sweetly begs some more, “please.”

gamer!yuuji who decides it’s his turn to punish you with his own teasing since he won the game. his hands are all over you, smearing along your body in an attempt to memorize the shape. then, he lifts you up, manhandling you so that your legs are on either side of him. now, you’re finally facing him. he does it with ease. a swoop of his strong arms and you're exactly where he wants you. “this’ll be better,” he voices, mostly to himself. likes the weight of you on him. keeps him grounded. yet you can’t help but notice that even his voice is intoxicating. desperate. it almost borders a groan. he gently presses down on your thighs, efficiently laying you over his lap so you’re flush against him. a slow exhale passes his lips at the contact and you’re hyper-sensitive to how rough the fabric of his sweatpants are. hot, heavy– him. he huffs, amused yet greedy, when you weakly whine. and he considers that his earlier speculation was correct. you’re the prettiest like this; cheeks flared with desire and fingers needily tugging at him. he’s not any better. blushy hair a tousled mess and a tinge of red dusting across his face. there are hearts in his eyes. the air between the two of you is suffocating. but he breathes you in like he’s deprived and he’s finally getting his fill now. “gonna let me play with you now, pretty girl?” his breathing is raspy, rising at the ends of it like you have a grip on him that you’re unaware of. he brings a calloused hand up and drapes it along your neck. it's so large in comparison that his thumb brushes along your nape. feels you gulp beneath the press of his fingertips and you're going cross-eyed from mapping out the veins on his hands. and he might ask you about it after. or he might use it as leverage later on. a fact is known though. unknowingly, you flipped a switch within him and this time he won’t lose.

#jujutsu itadori #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #yuji itadori #itadori x reader #yuuji itadori #yuuji fluff #itadori x y/n #itadori yuuji x reader #jjk x reader

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immortalcolleen · 7 months

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entwined the lost soul, come and whisper the love of you.

who is your fated soulmate?

1➝2➝3

©immortalcolleen do not copy, reform, translate any of the content.

Pile 1

Innocence, loving, kind, friendly, giving, and supportive seemed to unite with some of the best qualities among one being. You reflect each other and the universe put your souls in beautifully carved earth. Soulmate can be the youngest among the family or still young at heart even in ages; soulmate is empath and is attached in every emotion.

When sensitivity touched them, soulmate wouldn't dare to speak it with people-it is more better to be quiet than to put salt in someone's wound. That's how people fall into your soulmate traps, they are as pure and is considerate, never judge people for a simple slip. However, the real evil who live in this world are taking advantage your soulmate kindness and devour it all. these are selfish people to say.

Your soulmate just rather be ignorant and forgivable than causing harm to anyone, what a purest heart you must be surely to protect this person. The only disadvantage of them is are often do emotionally open to everyone which make them be vulnerable at everything harmful.

Pile 2

Patience and determination dominate to them. Being under in control and leading the way- allied to their enjoyment, it seemed your soulmate got some rank or major role. Not even obstacles can frightened them, if is ruin by chance they likely to conceal it with more hardwork.

Soulmate isn't often in rush and as focus in something that wanted to achieve, not really a quitter but do know when to recline.

Boring at may seem for not being spontaneous person but is reliable about commitments, it is consume much by work/job.

Sometimes, is yearning for something adventure or to taste new life. It will take a long run for them before to achieve a victory and success into their field. It is someone who is facile in aggressive outburst as it fall through hectic and busy lifestyle.

Pile 3

Your soulmate seemed to attract fortune and blessings in life. This kind of being is rarely to be seen in pick a pile, they rarely to appear I must say.

You are destined to be with them and your lucky to have them in your life. Financial things isn't a problem for your soulmate, probably got stable job, bussiness or it comes from lucky wins or even inheritance.

For not so most, your soulmate is wealthy and abundant financially while for most, soulmate saved and secure right amount for their future.

Soulmate got pleasant manners which could bring good karma in their life; fortune keep incredibly increasing if keep doing good deeds.

#pick a card #pac #tarot deck #divination #witchblr #tarot witch #tarotcommunity #tarotblr #tarot reading #spirituality

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romanoffsbish · 1 year

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Giving in to Temptations

G!PWanda Maximoff x Fem!R

Wanda’s not very happy with your agreeing to partake in No Nut November…

Request: Passed along to me lol

Warning: Slightly mean Wanda, but that’s also kinda hot, so… You’ve been warned 🤷🏼‍♀️

Smut: Oral (W/R), Facial (R), Fingering, Teasing, Unprotected Sex (R/W), Kinks: Breeding, Choking.

18+ | Minors DNI !!

Wanda clenched her jaw as she watched, and listened to you speaking with Natasha. In some torturous twist of events the redhead had convinced you to partake in the silly "No Nut November," trend, and in hearing this Wanda felt almost betrayed by your eagerness to agree. Never in the last two years of your relationship has she had to go long without ravishing you. Only ever being forced to wait for long periods of time when you had missions, and at least in those situations you weren't there to tempt her.

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Like now, watching you eat the lollipop ever so innocently while your conversation with Nat had continued on, and delved into other topics. A tightness in her pants began to form when your tongue was poking out to softly lick the red orb, then you mindlessly swirled it around the entire candy just before sucking it all in.

Wanda couldn't take the rising tension, so she made quick work of storming towards you, sending the redhead a tight smile as she yanked you up from your chair causing you to widen your eyes. Natasha smirked at you in perceived victory to which you swiftly flipped her off before you no longer had the chance as Wanda dragged you out of the room quickly.

"What were you thinking?," she hissed while throwing your nervous form onto the bed., "Wanda, what are you...," her stern glare cut your play of confusion off., "I wanted to prove that I could do it, Natasha said with the way we fuck like bunny's that there's no way I could.," you explained in exasperation, crossing your arms over your chest to show the obvious way her words offended you., "I can so hold out."

Wanda smirked., "Yeah, well what if I can't?," she stalked over to you in a predatory fashion., "What gave you the right to make this pussy off limits to me?," you gulped and tried to avert your eyes, but she gripped your chin harshly., "Did you forget who fucking owns you detka?," you quickly shook your head in the negatory., "No, mommy, I-I didn't mean to upset you."

Wanda hummed as she pretended to take your weak apology to heart., "Well, your apologies don't help mommy here, now do they?," she slowly unzipped her jeans with her free hand, forcing your gaze to watch as her cock sprung free and for you to shuffle uncomfortably on the bed., "I'm not partaking in this silly bet, but there's a way you can help mommy, but still win.," your eyes widened when she tapped your lips with the tip of her cock., "Last time I checked it's you who can't nut, so get to work."

A shiver ran down your spine when you realized what you'd gotten yourself into, but you also couldn't pretend you weren't thrilled. Wanda's hand flew to your hair as soon as your tongue teasingly swirled around her dark red tip, her abs tensed as she prepared herself for the familiar feeling of your mouth, and once she felt the sensational warmth she groaned., "Don't fucking stop until I cum down your fucking throat detka.," she panted as you began to bob your head up and down her length in a consistent rhythm that had her cock twitching uncontrollably., "That's it detka, keep going."

Wanda came with a strangled moan when you forced the entirety of her length down your throat, the titillating sounds of you gagging enough to throw her over the edge of bliss. After a few more thrusts into your mouth the woman pulled out, then chuckled darkly when you looked to her like you always did whenever you were ready for her to spread you open.

"Oh no detka, mommy doesn't date quitters.," she taunted your whining form., "You got this."

You stared in adjunct horror as your lover left the room as if she didn't just violate your throat, then leave you in your sexual distress. You groaned as you fell back into the mattress, cursing Natasha as you stared at the ceiling.

A cold shower... Yeah, that should help...

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It was odd for the witch, this newfound need to constantly have your lips around her cock. It's as if the invisible barrier between her and your sex made her even more needy for you, the idea of being denied her cocks rightful home forcing her to find other vacancies; it was thrilling. She'd already taken you by surprise ten times in two weeks, to her that was a show of mercy, and to you it was like actual fucking torture.

Which is why you'd done your best to avoid her for the last few days, changing up your routine in the slightest ways so it wasn't too obvious, but the witch wasn't an idiot, and it only made her more needy having to chase you. Said chase coming to an end now as she found you in the same meeting room., "Oh, look who it is.," your whole body tensed, an unfamiliar reaction to the voice of the woman you love.

"You've been avoiding mommy.," you tried to shake your head, but she wasn't having it., "Don't play coy detka, I can hear your thoughts and I have to say, it hurts that you'd do this.," she pouted, but you saw right through the facade., "My jaw was sore.," you admittedly grumbled causing her to laugh maniacally., "That's unfortunate, because seeing you in those shorts is making mommy's cock throb."

In a swift motion she pulled you up from your chair, and into her for an aggressive kiss as she slammed your body into the wall. Slowly she began to thrust her front into yours, purposely turning you on just so she could leave you in a fit like you'd left her for days., "Knees, now.," you whimpered when she abruptly shoved you down, and removed you from her soft lips., "Take care of the mess you've made detka."

Without anymore prompts you pulled her grey sweats down to rest by her knees with her red boxers following suit. Wanda smiled down at you when your hands began to pump her shaft, your pace was slow, and she was amused by it., "Detka, we don't have all day, unless you're in for giving the entire team a show.," you sighed, then you leaned forward to delicately kiss her tip that was coated in her precum, giggling to yourself as the appendage twitched for you.

You took a ragged breathe through your nose while you worked your way down her shaft, hollowing your cheeks as you pull back slowly, and repeating this only a few times as you soon got used to the sizable intrusion. Your jaw was indeed still sore, but you weren't that upset to have Wanda filling your mouth, it always made you feel great to know she needed you wholly. Also, knowing that you were the reason she was moaning so loudly, and leaning into the wall as she became desperate for her release. There was no greater feeling than the pride that came with making Wanda reach her bliss.

Wanda was grateful she locked the doors with her powers, even though the rest of the team weren't due for another half hour, she wanted to preserve the both of your dignity, or at least hers. With her hand in your hair she began to thrust her hips, meeting your bobbing head, and once your throat constricted around her cock she became erratic with her movements.

No longer were you in control—you never really were—her hand was holding you steady while she fucked your throat without reprieve. With every thrust down your throat you could feel her twitching more and more, your hands held tightly to her ass, kneading the flesh to honestly calm yourself down while focusing on breathing in through your nose., "Detka, mommy's going to—fuck, I'm going to cum, and you better fucking swallow it all down!," in an attempt to push her forward you lowered your hands to squeeze her ballsack, and the moan that tore from her throat was enough to have you clenching your thighs together.

Wanda continued to thrust into you as her load was released down your throat, pearls of white settled on the corners of your lips as she was spreading her release all around while she came down from her oh so glorious high., "Fucking hell detka, I miss your pussy, but your mouth is just as fucking magical.," she lifted you up off the ground with a hand around your throat, slamming you back into the wall while she intensely looked you over.

Wanda leaned forward, her hand tightening around your throat while her tongue licked over your lips, cleaning off the mess she made before she tenderly kissed your lips and left you breathless in every sense of the word., "Don't ever leave mommy hanging like this again detka.," she growled out in direct contrast to her former softness, then she released her grip on you just in time for you to gasp enough to regather your breath, and then to take your designated seat besides her.

No one questioned your disheveled appearance as they started to file into the room, but you did catch the way Natasha softly snorted as she looked between you and Wanda, who wore a satisfied smile, while you stared at your hands. Tony began to speak about the team mission next week, but you were too busy hyper focusing on the woman's slick that was coating your mouth and dripping down your throat.

*Focus up detka, or you're going to make mommy need your assistance again...*

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The mission that you all went on was grueling, your body ached incessantly as you entered the compound, and all you wanted to do was sleep. But as you laid down in the bed after cleaning the grime off you couldn't stop thinking of your lover, she had looked so defeated after you'd entered together, and all you now wanted was to find her and make her feel a smidge better. Wanda told you she'd be in the kitchen; baking did always make her feel better, but you had something else in mind to relieve the stress.

When you entered the kitchen you stood in the doorway, watching as she swayed around to the beat of her calming nature sounds and held a bowl in her hands that you believed to be the batter for her delectable, ooey gooey brownies., "Detka, take a picture, it'll last longer.," you rolled your eyes, then made your way over to wrap your arms around her from behind., "What happened to your nap, are you okay?," your heart warmed to hear her clear concern.

"I missed you mommy.," she shivered when you placed a kiss to the nape of her neck while your hand slowly slid beneath her apron, and slipped into her pants to palm her over her boxers., "Detka.," she breathed through gritted teeth, but you could feel her hardening as you began to slowly rub her over the dri-fit fabric., "Shh, mommy just let me take care of you."

Wanda nearly dropped her batter when you delved into her boxers and groped her shaft., "Don't tease me detka.," she released a shaky breath as your hand began to move up and down her shaft in slow, and steady strokes. This pace of yours actually seemed to help, her tense muscles were relaxing with every move; she felt at peace with your body against hers.

The idea of releasing in her pants however didn't sit well with her as she was still baking. Her hand stopped yours, causing you to pout against her shoulder but she soon remedied the situation when she spun in your hold to kiss you hard, while her hand now took over stroking her throbbing cock., "Mmm, I wanna cum on your face baby, please.," she was so incredibly desperate to see you in such a state.

There was no hesitation as you dropped to your knees, taking over for her so that she could just enjoy the show., "Shit, you look so fucking hot when you're on your knees for me honey.," she could feel her stomach flexing as you increased the speed of your hand, and looked up at her with eyes that shone with a faux innocence., "Fuck, fuck, fuck.," she chanted the curse as she felt the pit in her stomach burst, she watched in awe as her load spurted out in thick white lines atop of your freshly cleaned face.

Wanda smirked at the sight of you, with her cum perfectly drizzled over your face in swirls., "Cinnamon rolls sound good to you detka?," you returned her smirk, and nodded softly., "Sounds perfect mommy.," she hummed as you kissed her, her tongue then set out to clean your face of the sinful evidence, before she placed a final few kisses to your plump lips., "Get me the flour then will you moya lyubov?"

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As with most missions that require the entire team, there's always an unnecessary party to follow. Tony declared that it would fall at the end of the month, his way of bridging the gap between the months for thanks and cheer. Wanda told you she'd see you there as she had taken it upon herself to set up, but really she just wanted to surprise you with her suit, but had she really been thinking she should've known you'd had the same sort of idea.

When you arrived at the gala all eyes were tuned onto you, the flashes of cameras not even throwing you off as you shoved passed Tony's crew and into the venue in search of your love. Nobody's eyes mattered to you more than hers, and fortunately for you they'd been fixated on the door, and were now dilated at seeing you. Wanda was unable to hear Bucky anymore, his crisis over Steve was now left unresolved as she settled her glass on the nearby table and left.

The dress you wore was designed to be ruined, Wanda was almost sure of it as she shamelessly stared at you from the end of the venues bar. Those familiar thighs of yours were on display as the deep red fabric was slitted on each side. Wanda was desperate to be buried between them, it didn't matter how either, her mouth, fingers or cock, nothing was off limits to her. It'd been too fucking long, and the both of you were painstakingly aware of this, which is exactly why you wore this, to remind her of what she's been missing out on this month.

Wanda met you halfway after you locked eyes., "Detka, you look beautiful.," she immediately pulled you in by your hips, nuzzling her nose against your own before kissing you lovingly., "Thank you honey, but have you seen yourself"

Wanda smirked, because yes, she had indeed seen herself, and she knew she looked good., "Oh this?," she teased you, chuckling as you left her without a reply, because your eyes were too busy looking her over, in the suit that somehow matched the shade of your dress perfectly.

Funny enough there wasn't anything revealing about her outfit like there was yours, where your breasts were out on display, hers were tucked away beneath her bright white polo. Wanda didn't need to show skin to look hot, it was all in her dominant stance, coupled with the way she looked at you with her hypnotizing viridescent eyes that shone with so much love for you that it made your heart burst.

Then when she grips your bicep to regather your attention, like now, you can feel the chill of her metal rings as they settle atop your skin., "Hm?," you girlfriend chuckled, taking the drink from your hands just to down it for you., "I lost you there for a minute detka, maybe you should lay off the booze, yeah?," she winked, and you pouted but reluctantly you nodded., "Good girl..."

Wanda pulled you onto the dance floor, and allowed your bodies to sway to whatever beat was playing as she stared down at her watch. Time was taunting her, because in just two hours time she was allowed to have you, but with the way you were pushing yourself back into her crotch she wasn't sure she'd last., "Careful detka, wouldn't want you to lose when you're this close.," you whined as she stilled your movements with a firm grip of your hips.

"Mommy, please.," you spun around to see her, "I don't care anymore, I just want you inside."

Wanda pulled you forward, her lips met yours, catching the pitiful groans you let out as you felt her hardened bulge through your dress. The witch wasted no time either as she pulled you off the floor, and towards the exit where you just so happened to catch sight of Natasha. The redhead smirked as she caught on, sending a wink your way with the tip of her drink, and if your eyes didn't deceive you, you're almost certain she mouthed out a "you're welcome." To which you once again just flipped her off.

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Once you were back in your room you felt like you were combust as Wanda snapped your dress out of existence and shoved you back onto the bed., “I’m going to wreck you.,” she now hovered above you in her bra, and briefs., “Please do.,” you groaned before pulling her face down and into yours for a passionate kiss. Wanda groaned herself as she was slowly thrusting down, just for your ample wetness to quickly transfer from your panties to her briefs.

Wanda pulled back to look up from you, a smirk took over her face as she saw the time. 11:50PM flashed brightly from your bedside table., “Ten minutes detka, bet we can time it just right too.,” she giggled when you met her with a confused expression, then she began to slowly move down your body, leaving behind deep marks like she always did, it was her favorite way to remind you that you were hers.

The witch lifted the hem of your panties teasingly slow, giving the illusion of incoming relief, then she watched your body flinch as she allowed the fabric to slap back into your skin., “Patience detka.,” she mocked, then she pulled the sticky fabric down, staring in awe as she was met with your glistening folds., “Mmm.,” she took a deep breath in, letting the smell of your arousal really seep in before she began to lightly lick at the sensitive mound, making your body squirm and twitch, and huff out in obvious frustration., “Mommy!,” she hummed against your clit causing your thighs to clench around her head., “Mommy said she doesn’t date quitters, so just be patient now detka…”

Wanda continued to tease you, increasing the amount of arousal that coated your thighs, and now her lips as she barely gave you any relief. After a painstakingly long six minutes she finally picked up her pace, slipping two of her fingers into you unannounced, and loving the way your body reacted to such a simple act. Her lithe fingers pumped in and out of you in a steady rhythm, building you up, but expertly ensuring you didn’t fall over into bliss just yet. It wasn’t until the clock flashed 11:59pm that your lover increased the momentum, and added the use of her mouth back into the mix.

Counting down from ten against your clit in a stimulating hum had your whole body tensing in anticipation for the release that was about to take place, the pit was tightened unbearably, and after she got to one, her fingers curled strategically into your spot, causing your back to arch off of the bed while your bodies lower half convulsed. Wanda graciously replaced her fingers with her tongue as she claimed every last bit of your given arousal, even delving it deep within you to prolong your high.

Wanda was aching for release of her own, she went to roll a condom over her length but you quickly stopped her., “Mommy, no, I-I want you to cum inside me, please.,” her eyes lit up as you finally gave her the go ahead she’d been dreaming about., “Oh detka, you’re going to look so fucking beautiful carrying my child.,” she took a shaky breath in as she prepared her body to feel your warmth in totality, she has an unusually high stamina, but the fear of being lost in the feeling of your pussy and therefore prematurely busting was at an all time high.

Your whines for more inspired her to finally take the next step, her cock was even twitching in anticipation as she finally pushed her tip in., “Oh shit.,” she groaned as the unfamiliar feel of you organically wrapping around her hit, and you clenched hard at the feel of her filling you., “You’re so fucking tight detka, gonna make me cum without even fucking trying.,” she rested her forehead against yours, the both of your breaths mixing as she tried to reel herself in, then she finally brought her lips to yours in a rough kiss to match the pace she picked up.

Her tongue easily overtook yours, she explored your mouth, intent on tasting you in all forms, with added hints of sweetness from your drink, and a sliver of your essence from your arousal that still somewhat coated her lips and tongue. Your broken moans were filtering into her mouth as she fucked her cock so deeply into you that you could feel a prominent bulging of your abdomen with every repeated thrust. Wanda eventually lost her ability to keep up with the kiss as you’d already done long before her, she instead burrowed her face in your neck, sucking at the unmarred skin as she worked tirelessly to build you both up.

“Mommy please, I need to cum, but I need you to fill me up, wanna feel you deep inside.,” she groaned at your pleadings, you sounded as desperate for it as she herself felt, and so she ruthlessly pounded you into the mattress, choking out moans as your walls fluttered intensely around her length for a final time as she stilled atop you, her cum painting your walls white, and sending you into one of the most aggressive orgasms you’ve ever had.

Wanda watched in awe as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your back arching only causing her to spasm further as her cock was twisted and squeezed even harder, and she collapsed into you as the last of her cum spilled out of her, she was content with this position too, this way her seed didn’t come spilling out, and also, when she wakes up with her usual morning wood she’d already be in the perfect place to relieve that tension. Double ensuring that you ended up pregnant, and that she is never displaced from your cunt again.

“Sleep well princessa, mommy loves you.,” she laid a gentle kiss to your cheek, then hummed when you turned to meet her lips for a slow kiss., “I love you too Wands, so very much.,” she smiled tiredly, flicking her wrist to cover your bodies with the blanket, then she slipped off into a well deserved nights sleep after you.

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autumnalmess · 6 months

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I hope you all know that this is the best version of Les mis ever recorded and I will not be taking criticism on that point.

I don't care that it's in french, get yourselves on Duolingo if you've got a problem with it.

In this essay I will ⤵️

I hope you're all appreciating the chord changing to a major on the line "je prefer quitter ce monde" in Javerts suicide that symbolises his resolution because not only does it send instant chills but it makes it SO MUCH SADDER because he's completely resigned himself to his fate.

The whole album is incredible musically and has so many elements added in that aren't in any of the English versions. And all of the Amis voices are super sexy so it's a win win situation. (Esp enjolras 😫). De plus, no one has a weird voice so you don't have to put up with anyone's strange singing

Also there's a buildup in 'Seul devant ces tables vides' (empty chairs at empty tables) like I've never heard before it's insane.

ALSO the way that fantine sings j'avais rêvé is so tender and she just sounds so broken it's SO GOOD.

ALSO so obviously the English is not directly translated from the french so you get a lot of variation in lyrics and I could talk for days about this but one thing I'll point out is that in drink with me, Marius says 'j'attends, comme le délivrance, la balle qui m'est destinée' (I await, like deliverance, the bullet intended for me), which is insane because it gets across a side of Marius we see in the book of his absolute resignation to death that we hardly ever see in the English musical. And then instead of WOULD you cry if I were to fall, he goes will you cry. Which is super sad

I could talk about this album for YEARS

Anyway go listen to it if you haven't

#les miserables #the best version #let me know if you want to hear any more of my thoughts #i could talk about this for years #français #à la volonté du peuples #victor hugo #les mis #i can now sing most of it in french x #its what Victor hugo would have wanted #enjolras #enjoltaire

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drbtinglecannon · 1 year

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This week on "Dadrius can still win" I bring you:

Dana's newest art of the Hexsquad & Hagsquad, focusing specifically on Hunter.

1. That outfit is FAR too fashionable to be clothes Hunter picked himself, or any other adult in his life would've for that matter (no offense to Camila, offense to Eda tho). From the nice dress shoes, to the fitted yet baggy jeans, the sleek jacket, sunglasses, and slicked back hair, this entire look screams "Darius picked it out for me :)"

2. Patches on the jeans & jacket, both a reflection of Hunter's current obsession with mending clothes but also that sewing is a part of his relationship with Darius, being the one who initially taught him & that Hunter observed enough of his handiwork to notably recall details of how it looked vs the sewing machine.

4. Hunter's demeanor. Hunter's a dork, that's what we love about him. Yes he's a competent fighter & has decent parkour moves & has confidence in his abilities, but he's not exactly suave or cool. That air he's got feels so much like Darius', with it being even funnier that Darius is also putting on fronts a bit with it.

3. The patches themselves!!! We got a King face, one polkadot patch & two striped patches (patterns are another fashion thing, aka something Darius cares about), a flower (that looks similar to the ones Willow has all over her jeans), the "Quitter Badge" that Eda made for her Bad Girl Coven that she offered to Luz back in "The First Day" (it took me FOREVER to read it before I realized it was a show reference. Also there's a second connection to the Clawthorne fam on his jacket), a Cardinal wing in the center of his back (rip Flapjack my beloved), and last but not least an abomination coven logo. Hmmm, that's a bit random isn't it! He's never shown a particular interest in abomination magic -- unlike how he has for wild magic -- but also the Coven system was a product of Belos, someone Hunter has finally cut off from his life. So. The abomination logo can only be a reference to Darius, otherwise Hunter has literally no ties to it so it'd make no sense being one of the patches on his jacket. And the fact he has that patch that can ONLY be for Darius feels like an extremely blatant reference to their relationship.

Edit: 3.A. The abomination patch is actually not the exact coven logo, it has a ponytail added to it, which is Darius' signature style. Further points to Dadrius with the abomination patch

Anyway here's teen Darius to match because omg he's so fucking cute & a GOOBER. DARIUS HAS BEEN A LIFELONG GOOBER.

Perry really cuts into the way Darius' cloak elegantly swishes behind him. But he can't be bothered to care when he has to Strike A Pose ✨ And All rn. His giant smirk with his hand cupping his chin is the best detail

#toh #toh spoilers #i guess since it came from a recent stream #dana terrace #toh hunter #hunter toh #hunter deamonne #darius deamonne #im losing my mind over these pics. TEEN DARIUS! LOOK AT HIM & HIS FACE! LIFELONG GOOBER! I WANNA GIVE HIM A HIGHFIVE & BUY HIM ICE CREAM #i wanna buy all of the teen!hagsquad ice cream. like alador needs calories & stat kid is gonna pass out. & maybe lilith will stop scowling #but im just so excited over teen darius art & he still wears a cloak to swish behind him all gracefully. first time we see him w/o heels #anyway back to hunter he looks so mature here that it has to be darius' fashion. also abomination patch! my heart!#dadrius #tc posts

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trashpandato · 1 year

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Lunge and Parry

Just a short little thing that was inspired by this Tweet

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Lena is thrilled. Thrilled and sweaty.

She hasn’t had to be on her toes this much against an opponent in a long time and she’s enjoying every second of it. It’s not a big surprise; this is the championship bout after all, so the woman currently advancing on her would have had to win against top notch fencers in the tournament to get to this point.

Lena isn’t very familiar with her. Kara Danvers is her name and as far as Lena knows, she hasn’t been fencing competitively for very long, or else their paths would surely have crossed a few times already. The world of fencing is small, and even smaller once you get to the level where they are at, competing for one of the few remaining spots on the Olympic fencing team.

Either way, Lena isn’t about to let some newbie beat her. She’s worked too hard for this, and Lillian likes to remind her of that every chance she gets, like now, when she yells at Lena from the sidelines while Lena works to parry Kara’s current attack.

“That was pathetic,” she hears her mother scoff. “I’ve paid your coaches thousands of dollars and this is the best you can manage?”

Lena tries to tune her out as she bounces backwards on her feet. Kara’s fencing style is aggressive. It’s effective, the score is close, but Lena sees that Kara is a little bit reckless at times, and she’s been scoring points off defensive moves more than she usually does in her bouts.

It works. She’s up 12-9 and there are less than 30 seconds left. Lena figures she can goad Kara into one or two more lunges and either avoid contact or score her own points off a defensive thrust. It’s an uphill battle for her opponent, and Kara is likely to go all in on her offense in an attempt to even up the score.

It’s a solid strategy, defend her lead and win. But then, as she takes a quick step back in the wake of Kara lunging at her, Lena’s right knee buckles. She hears a pop and loses her balance. As soon as her back hits the piste, Lena feels excruciating pain shoot up her leg, and she knows immediately that it’s bad.

Then a few things happen all at once. Lena focusses on her breathing and on trying to muffle the sounds she is making. She doesn’t want to cry, not here, not in front of everyone, but the pain in her leg is beyond anything she’s ever felt before, and she can’t help but let out small whimpers as she tries to roll onto her side. Then, her coach is there, helping her pull her helmet off. He is asking her questions that barely register, and Lena tries to hold in a yelp when he touches her leg. But the thing that captures most of her attention is her opponent, Kara, who is kneeling down next to her with a deeply concerned frown on her face.

“Get up,” Lillian hisses from somewhere behind Lena. “Luthors aren’t quitters.”

Lena clenches her jaw. She doesn’t really see the point of trying to finish the bout. Even if she is able to get up and stand, she knows she can’t fence properly with her knee in its current state. There are still 20 seconds left and Kara would have no problem scoring enough points to win. If she stays down and forfeits, Kara wins, too. Either way, it’s over for Lena.

“Do you think you can continue?” Her coach asks.

As much as Lena wants to yell no and tell both him and Lillian to fuck off, she knows she’ll never hear the end of it if she gives up now. Lillian is going to spend the next twenty years reminding her that she’s a disgrace to the Luthor name, too weak, too soft. Maybe she can try and hobble on one leg for 20 seconds and maybe, just maybe it’ll be enough.

Lena nods. She’s not sure she can speak at this point, so she sticks to glaring at her mother and shifting around a bit to let her coach hook his arm under her right shoulder to help her up. When she wobbles immediately, Lena feels a second set of hands on her. Her head snaps around and she’s met with a very close-up view of blonde hair, tan skin and vibrant blue eyes.

“Careful,” Kara says as she helps Lena to her feet and lets her lean against her for balance for a few seconds.

It’s only when Kara is sure that Lena can stand on her own that she lets go, and Lena immediately misses how steady her hands felt on her body. They lock eyes and Kara asks:

“You sure you want to finish the bout?”

Lena isn’t sure. She can’t put any of her weight on her right leg at all, and the throbbing pain is so distracting that she completely misses her coach’s instructions for what to do now. But she nods anyway. She doesn’t think she has much of a choice. She’ll try to stay upright and maybe, with some luck, she can stay out of the way of Kara’s attacks long enough to maintain her lead. It’s 20 seconds. All she has to do is get through 20 seconds.

Kara nods back at Lena and then, just before she slips her helmet back on, Lena thinks she spots a small smile on her opponent’s face. Her stomach sinks. Kara isn’t stupid. She’s a talented fencer. She’ll know how to outmaneuver a severely limited Lena with ease to score enough points to win three times over. And that smile on Kara’s face tells Lena all she needs to know. Kara is probably already planning her victory celebration.

Lena sighs, puts her helmet on and hobbles into position. She can barely move. Anytime she jostles her right leg by hopping around on her left, the pain shooting up and down her body makes her feel dizzy. Even just keeping her balance enough to stay upright seems like an impossible challenge.

The referee tells them to get ready and Lena lifts her foil and her chin, and tries to drown out the run-on commentary coming from her mother. She knows she’s going to lose, but she can at least try and keep her pride intact.

“Allez,” the referee tells them and Lena hobbles backwards to put distance between herself and Kara. Her main strategy now is to stay out of her way as much as possible.

Kara, as she has done throughout the bout, bounces on her feet and gets into position to lunge. Lena braces herself for the attack but then Kara simply bounces backwards, toward her end of the piste. Lena is confused. It could very well be a set up for a running attack, one where Kara needs more space to generate momentum, but it’s not something she’s seen Kara do before. Still, she tries to set her feet as much as possible to give herself a chance to dodge whatever move Kara has planned.

But nothing happens. Kara continues to bounce on her feet far away from Lena. Her foil is up and ready but it doesn’t look like she’s going to approach at all. Lena can hear Lillian’s voice, biting and loud as always, but she can’t hear what her mother is saying. She is too focussed on Kara and the fact that she’s not attacking at all.

And then the buzzer signals that time’s up, that the bout is over.

Lena moves towards Kara. She’s on autopilot, hobbling two steps but before she can even reach the middle of the piste to shake her opponent's hand, Kara is there, pulling her into a hug that Lena knows is meant to be congratulatory but ends up feeling more like something else. Kara is a bit taller than her, her shoulders broader, and in that moment, Lena feels cocooned and safe even as her thoughts oscillate between confusion, elation and irritation.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Lena snaps.

They’re still hugging and Lena doesn’t intend to let go anytime soon, but the words are out of her mouth before she can stop them.

She feels more than hears Kara chuckle. “What?”

“You shouldn’t have let me win.”

Lena expects Kara to pull away, to tell her to go fuck herself. It’s what she would do if their roles were reversed. Instead, Kara only hugs her more tightly and even presses a soft kiss to Lena’s forehead before she pulls back a little to look at her.

“You won fair and square,” Kara tells her with a smile on her face before pulling Lena back against her body, one hand gently cradling the back of Lena’s head.

The whole moment feels like an out-of-body experience to Lena. They’re competitors who barely know each other, and here she is in Kara’s arms like they’re best friends. Kara even kissed her fucking forehead. A part of Lena wants to pull away and ask her what the hell her deal is, but something about this moment feels too good to fight it.

So Lena doesn’t.

“Will you let me buy you a drink,” Lena asks and her voice is muffled because her face is still pressed against Kara’s shoulder. “To make it up to you.”

There’s another chuckle and then Kara takes a careful step back but holds Lena up with firm hands on her upper arms.

“Let’s get your knee sorted out first, okay?”

And just like that the spell between them is broken. Lena sees her coach approach her, and somewhere behind him are two EMTs who are pushing a wheelchair towards her. Lillian is there, too, of course, barking instructions at the EMTs to take Lena to Lakeview Hospital, even though that’s on the other side of the city, but Lena knows the Luthors have connections to several surgeons there.

In the flurry of activities around her, Kara disappears out of view as soon as Lena is helped into the wheelchair. Lena is sure she won’t see her again, at least not for a while. Fencing will likely be out of the question for a few months until her injury heals, and that’s pretty much all she knows about Kara, that she is a fencer. As she is pushed out of the building and into the back of the waiting ambulance, the door closes with a loud bang. Lena tries not to cry.

Lillian’s connections and large donations to the hospital mean that Lena heads into surgery that very same evening. Both her ACL and MCL are shot, and while the surgeon manages to repair both, he tells her that recovery will take many months and a lot of hard work. It’s not something Lillian likes to hear.

“She can’t miss that much time. She’ll have to prepare for the Olympics.”

The drugs in Lena’s system allow her to doze off during the argument between her surgeon and Lillian that follows.

When Lena wakes up the following morning, Lillian is gone and Lena is thankful. The nurse tells her that her mother had to take care of some business matters but would return after lunch, and Lena can’t help but hope that Lillian might stay away longer. Her hopes are dashed when she hears a small knock, but when she looks up, it’s not Lillian who is hovering in the doorway.

It’s Kara.

“Hey.”

Kara is holding a large bouquet of flowers and is sporting that same small smile that Lena saw the day before just as they were about to finish their bout.

“You came,” Lena says, her voice still a little drowsy from sleep and the pain medication.

Kara grins and pushes off the doorframe. Lena watches as she comes closer and deposits the flowers into a pitcher of water that’s sitting on the small table next to her bed. She’s pretty sure the water was meant for her to drink, but she feels too mesmerized to say anything to Kara, who is now standing right next to her bed.

“I did. Is that alright?”

Lena’s eyes drift towards where Kara’s hip is leaning against her bed and without thinking, she shifts her hand and reaches out to touch Kara’s, loosely letting her fingers curl around a warm, soft palm.

“More than alright,” Lena manages to say even as her eyelids droop.

Kara laces their fingers together and squeezes.

“You should rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Promise?”

“Of course. I need you to be rested and lucid when I ask you for your number later.”

“Mhm,” Lena mumbles, barely awake. “I believe I asked you out first.”

That prompts a proper laugh, a sound that sends pleasant shivers down Lena’s spine.

“You did. You win.”

#supercorp #kara x lena #they're both fencers #and idiots

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