imjustagirl

[inmoonsblood]

Could you do a kara x f!reader based on Drop Dead or Stupid Song by olivia rodrigo?

drop dead ; kara zor el

1.7k words , kara zor-el x fem!reader , making out , vigilante!reader (i wrote it with bat!reader in mind but nothing's mentioned), first kiss , drunk kissing , reader has a crush on kara , reader is a HUGE nerd

synopsis : you've had a crush on kara zor-el for a few months, and you fully believe nothing will come out of it, until it's after the first mission the both of you have together and kara invites you for a drink on a red sun planet.

notes : drunk people . kissing !! i actually am very fond of this one, tysm anon for the req and i hope i did it justice <3 i would actually love to write for stupid song too, but no promises. anyways, same rules as always, i hope you enjoyed this <3

The bar closes at two in the morning.

A fact that you’re well aware of, if only because of the patrons warning you and a very drunk Kara about this an hour in advance. Sadly, time starts to slip away from the grasp of consciousness as the space whiskey finally sets in, deep into your bones and you’re laughing alongside the Supergirl that got you here in the first place.

On a red sun planet. Far away from your home. 

It doesn’t matter, though, because Kara’s shooting down another drink and somehow you’ve landed up with your legs on her lap, sitting too close. You don’t want to move—even though you probably should because this is your first time fighting alongside her and it feels like a bad impression waiting to stick on your bones, but Kara doesn’t seem to want you to move either with the way she’s gripping onto your calves. As you shoot down another drink, Kara’s hands start to trail up and up, near your thighs, not sexual, just massaging them. 

You would be lying if you said you weren’t a little starstruck with Superman’s cousin, especially after everything you’ve read up on her in her file—yes she has her own file that documents her known adventures. It’s a little cool. Cool enough that the quiet admiration turned into a tiny crush that resulted in you collecting newspaper clippings about Supergirl’s recent adventures on Earth, that your siblings would always tease you about until you learned to hide them: just in case they ended up meeting her too, just in case you two were paired up for a mission and she walked you home at the dead of night. 

Yet, when you actually meet Kara, she’s everything you imagined and so much better (more too, but that was expected; people are always more than what you expect). You would also be lying if you said that you weren’t nervous about going on a mission with your literal crush, but surprisingly it goes well. Extremely well. Well enough that she offers to buy you drinks on a red sun planet where she can also get drunk. 

All the nervous energy has disappeared by the third shot that burns your throat, replaced by dropping subtle hints that you’re into Kara (that include staring at her lips, moving closer to her, propping your legs on her lap, and so many more things you’ve done but can’t remember).

By your sixth shot, Kara realises that the bar is about to close and she nudges your thigh as you make a face at her. Because this feels so good, you two are laughing and talking about growing up and living up to family expectations and what it means to the both of you—but simultaneously discussing how the colour Orange is stupid and the fruit should be named something else and tangerines shouldn’t exist or while the number Eight might be a bisexual woman, the number Seven is a straight man. 

You don’t want to leave. Kara has created this bubble around the two of you, and you’ve never felt this warm in such a long time. 

“Come on, pretty,” Kara says with an airy laugh, words slurred slightly—still, definitely holding up better than you—”I wanna go pee, come with me.” She too, it seems, doesn’t want to leave your side.

Girl code, it seems, is universal, because you’re not letting her go to the bathroom alone when you’re both drunk. It’s less that you’re worried something’s going to happen and more of just a social instinct (and you kinda want to discuss that with her too, because what does Kara think about the way you two are socialised? Oh my god, you have so much that you want to know about her—away from Supergirl. Away from being a certain archetype. Just Kara). 

You stumble slightly once you reach the bathroom, leaning against the wall as Kara goes to take a piss. Your eyes are closed—and you cannot open them—until you hear the flush of a stall behind you and the tap being turned on. You open your eyes to Kara washing her hands. She immediately smiles when her eyes meet your half lidded ones and her grin makes you grin too, wide and uncaring. 

You reach out to her, and Kara takes your hand after she wipes it on her pants. The song from the bar—now a slow one to encourage people to leave—is bleeding through the walls of the club and for some reason it feels weirdly magical and romantic, like this is a dream that you’ve imagined. 

Kara walks closer to you, her hands trailing to your waist when you sway and that makes you laugh out loud, head clunking against the wall with a dull thud! that makes Kara look at you in concern and pull you away from the wall. This makes you stumble into her, leading to your hands resting on her shoulders, and close. So close.

You’re laughing again, this time, a finger slowly tracing the lines of her face right now, like you can memorise the amusement in her eyes to recreate in your dreams.  “Are you a dream right now?” You say with a giggle as your other arm hangs off her shoulder now. “Because,” your words are so slurred oh my god, “you definitely feel like one?”

“Wanna put money on it?” Kara asks, all charming and glamorous (wow is this what having a crush does to you?) despite her slurred words, as she pulls you closer now, both of you almost pressed up against each other.

“No, I’ve spent too much of yours tonight. You’re not earning it back from me.”

At your words, Kara snorts. “Well, by that logic you know I'm not a dream.”

You kind of want to argue because that makes no sense, but the slow song playing in the background makes any arguments die down in your throat and you suddenly sway the both of you on purpose—the super strong Supergirl is just human underneath the red sun, after all, might as well take advantage of it. Besides, it makes Kara laugh.

One particularly harsh swing catches her off guard as she tries to match your momentum, causing the both of you to stumble, and as she tries to make sure the both of you don’t faceplant on the floor—and not because she doesn’t want to be laying down with you, but because the floor is kinda disgusting—somehow, you end up pressed up against the bathroom wall, with Kara almost caging you in. 

What in the fucking Hallmark movie? 

Kara doesn’t seem to care—or mind your flustered expression—she just has her hands return to your waist, with her actually pressing you up to the wall this time. Her drunken smile is gone, and she’s staring at you with a weird concentration in her eyes like this is her trying to memorise you. Like you’re not the only one with a weird infatuation that has reached a boiling point. 

You really can’t think, though, because she looks so gorgeous like this. Her blue eyes are trying to capture every inch of your face as though she’s never going to be this up close with you again—which is ridiculous, if it was up to your drunken self you two would always be this close—and her thumb is brushing against your waist. You could just look back into her eyes and grin, play it off cool, totally try to stick to the platonic and safe side of this woman you’ve met literally once before in your life but it’s something about her that makes you drop another—and final—hint. 

You look at her lips, where she can clearly see it. Where she can’t hide behind the excuse of ‘she didn’t know’ if this were to ever come up in the future. It’s a final play, a silent way of asking Kara to make the move because you’ve put all your cards on the table.  

You’re both drunk. You both met on a mission earlier. You both spent the last four hours talking about everything and nothing at the same time. You really want Kara Zor-El, Supergirl, to kiss you right now. 

And the second your eyes flicker back to hers, she closes the gap. 

A few months ago, when you first started looking into Supergirl, you had a dream of Kara kissing you. Of her sliding a hand into your hair and tugging your head to deepen it, of her other hand pressing you against a wall as you two makeout. The dream kiss was so good that it woke you up feeling empty in a way you had never before, but right now?

The real kiss is so much better. 

Kara doesn’t immediately lick into your mouth—no, she takes her time like she wants to drag everything out, like she’s trying to retain this memory by focusing on the extremely small details. But when it happens, when her tongue finally meets your lips, with Kara pulling away slightly so she can lick them properly? Your brain short circuits, because you want more. More of her, as much as she will give you, as long as this magic lasts but she doesn’t fucking let you and it is annoying until her hand cups your jaw and her tongue finally meets yours. 

The hand on your jaw traces alongside it, reaching up to your chin as Kara doesn’t let you break the kiss. Her other hand roams your waist, pressing you further into her like she never wants you to leave. You pull away to breathe for a second but Kara doesn’t let you fully have your second of oxygen, instead she chases your lips, this time actually pressing you up to the wall. 

Finally, the barkeep bangs on the washroom. “Closing for the night,” she yells, “if you’re left here you’re locked up!”

Kara pulls away, resting her forehead against yours as the both of you breathe heavily, still grabbing onto each other, still unwilling to let go. 

“Stay the night?” she asks you, voice hoarse from the drinks. “Don’t go back to Earth. Stay with me.”

Well, what else can you do but nod?

[mevlliflous]

DO YOU STILL HAVE A HEART OR HAS SOMEBODY STOLE IT?

pairing; supergirl x fem!reader

summary; you've been playing around with supergirl, not admitting how serious it is. what happens when your boss wants the head of a kryptonian dog and you actually become enemies?

word count; 4k

tw; violence, drowning, blood, passing out, reader is a space hunter, krypto can't swim, kara can't regulate her emotions, smut, r!receiving, making out, open ending, angst

a/n; flashbacks are written in cursive!! the ending sucks but besides i love this one, i hope you like it as much as i do

| hunting a dog and getting his head sounded as a pretty similar mission. yeah, sure the dog was from krypton and could fly or laser you in half but it was still just a dog. and the price was fucking insane, you could stop working and sit on some sunny planet for the next months. your boss gave in the past worse stuff to do than killing an innocent pet, especially that the white ball of fluff caused more mess than his owner.

exactly, his owner. there were only two kryptonians left in the universe. and you happened to have a pretty intense relationship with one of them.

- kara, please - you whined, when the blonde girl kept leaving wet kisses along your neck instead of touching you lower - stop teasing

kara just laughed into your neck at the plea and went to kiss your mouth instead. you couldn't help it already, your hips bucking higher when her hand finally went to touch your clit.

- so worked up already - you wanted to protest at her words but couldn't help to do anything more than moan when she sped up the pace.

you did your part earlier, against the wall of some bar when you again bumped into her. it wasn't the first time and probably not gonna be last one. at this point, she always took you to her ship after you got her to moan your name loud enough, that the whole building probably heard it. and she would always pay off teasing you till you almost cried.

- i was so good to you, you behave for me pretty girl - nodding at her words, you kissed her again feeling your orgasm build, up knowing very well already that she is a sucker when you breath against her lips.

kara didn't stop rubbing your pussy till you stopped shaking around her fingers, breathing hard into her mouth with her name on your lips. god, she loved it. every fucking time. she started to hope to see you leaning against the bar in every place she visited.

- fuck, you gonna end me - laughing you went to kiss her again, softer this time. kara flopped beside you on her bed, close enough that her head was touching your arm.

both of you still half naked, didn't bother to even stand up for the rest of the night. kara woke up with her hand around your waist and your forehead touching hers. you always runned very warm, you never complained about sleeping with open curtains so she could wake up feeling well under the yellow sun and at some point in the night you must've woken up, because your stuff was more organized and she had a glass of water next to her side. you knew she would wake up thirsty but she would never get up first so you could sleep. and she didn't plan on moving this time also.

even with the scars caressing your body, necklaces made of your throphys, you still looked so gentle in her arms. kara couldn't help but stare at you, thinking if there ever will be a day you will just stay with her. she knew it was absolutely crazy and she would never admit that she - supergirl, wants to stay with someone. but everytime you would say "bye" to her and if feeling teasy enough, leave a kiss on her cheek, she would feel her stomach twist at the thought you might not come back.

- my legs gave up - you murmured with your eyes still closed, pulling closer to kara's body as she kissed you hair.

- good thing you don't need to leave - the blonde girl said hoping that you will nod and just close your eyes again.

- i have a hunt to do

after krypto got almost deadly shot, kara decided to bring him with her less than more. he was either staying on earth with clark or with ruthie and her aunt. at first, she was worried about him and felt a bit lonely without her only friend but honestly now she was glad he wasn't everywhere with her. she got to bring a very pretty hunter home whenever she wanted and krypto wouldn't ruin the privacy. she did already think to take you to meet him, as light suggestion that you matter more than just a one night stand.

but you were very good at running away, everytime kara had more confidence. it's been over six days since the two of you last seen eachother and maybe kara didn't have a real reason but she almost felt like you were avoiding it on purpose. the truth was that you spend the last days trying to figure out where the kryptonian dog is. it wasn't easy, apparently a flying dog with adhd is not something easy to find. your boss was getting fucking pissed, especially because lately you've been bringing the throphies later than you should. well, he should tell that to the blondie that was stopping you. not that you minded.

you were close to giving up, when an inside information finally gave a signal that someone has seen a white dog on some almost abandoned planet. without thinking twice you set your coordinates there. empty planet and one dog? the best scenario you could ever hope for.

after teleporting to the right galaxy, you made a stop on a flying city to fuel yourself and your ship up. of course, at this point you could bet to see the familiar blonde her and brown coat talking to the bartender. you were all dressed up with weapons on your waist and hair up, kara never seen you armed up for a hunt as you usually went drinking after and not before. for some reason you questioned if you wanna talk toa kryptonian before hunting a dog from that planet but before you could turn back, kara already spotted you and send you a knowing smile.

- you're a cheating bitch - kara laughed, pushing you away from her on the bed when you again won some stupid game she had downloaded on her ship computer instead of a map.

- or maybe you just suck - kara made an offended sound and you threw your head back with laughter at her face expression - seriously, learn how to loose

- start playing fair then we can talk - she bite back and went to straddle you when you tried to push her away.

five minutes later, the game was forgotten and kara was on top you laughing at your tries to flip her over. you looked more frustrated than krypto when he couldn't catch a comete. but you knew her weak spots already, placing your hands under her tshirt which already made her suck in a breath you kissed her. slow, tender, completely different than you do when you want her to fuck you more. she leaned in, her nose brushing yours and couldn't help to hum in content of the moment. you flipped her over with your legs on her thighs before she could take breath and she squiled in shock. showing her your tongue, you sat on her stomach with a proud smile before she kissed you again.

- running away from me, pretty girl? - kara said, catching up to you when you turned around to leave instead of sending her a smile back.

- got work to do - you said as nonchalantly as you could. before you saw her, you honestly had no bigger emotions towards killing a pet but now you were really hoping she won't ask you what work.

- big guy huh? - the blonde asked pointing in the direction of your weapons. you looked at them down, realizing that you did actually look like you would be going for a tiger not a dog.

- sorta - at this point you were stepping inside your ship and not turning around so kara would get the memo of leaving you alone. it's not like you had some proven theory that the dog was hers but it was someones probably, right?

- stay safe then - it slipped out of kara's mouth before she realized what she said but you didn't even stop in your tracks, trying to ignore the feeling of guilt about going for her species.

kara stood in the place from where your ship flew away another few minutes. she shouldn't care that you didn't answer. the two of you were nothing serious, at least probably for you. so, it was her turn to turn around and go back to the bar for another drink with hopes you will make a stop there also on your way back after making it out alive.

your ship landed quietly in the far of an open field. besides a big collection of knives and chains you also had a gun on your back. if there is actually nobody here to stop you then you will just shoot the white pet from afar. from where you started your walk, you could see a small wooden house over a bigger lake. you guessed that the "almost" mattered in the description of abandoned. it didn't look like they would be armored up so you payed almost no worries to it. getting closer you saw a teenge girl opening the house door and letting a white dog out. he flew out in happiness, wagging his tail and started to run around. the little girl was sitting on the stairs of the porch, laughing at whatever the dog was doing, completely unaware of you getting closer.

when the teenger girl went back inside, leaving the dog alone you took your gun out. you were close enough already to probably run up and just slit it throat as he would come to sniff you but shooting felt more human somehow. why did you care now about humanity? the whole domestic stuff with kara made you softer lately. and apparently also more disctracted because lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice an older women come up from behind you with a bunch of collected wood and scream at the sight of you and your gun out. the dog immediately started running towards you and you couldn't help but laugh at the chaos of the situation. putting you gun back, you took out one of your knives and went to stab the pet.

unfortunately the dog could fly. you couldn't. he also seemed to have a spirit of a fighter, cause whenever you went to attack him, he went to bite you. nonone of you were sucessfull in whatever you wanted to do. the older women run inside the wooden house but you ignored it, focused on trying to get the dog back on the ground. you realized, looking at the lake, that maybe he can fly, but can he swim...?

kara was calmly enjoying her drink and yearning over you, when ruthie contacted her screaming how someone is attacking krypto. she had to make sure if she is hearing it right but ruthie sounded absolutely terrifed, talking about the amount of weapons the opponent has. she knew krypto could handle himself pretty well but she also loved him more than anything else so she left her drink unfinished and flew towards ruthie's planet.

the first thing supergirl saw, was krypto chasing someone into the lake and she almost laughed at that before realizing that he isn't chasing that person. that person is lurking him into the water and krypto can't swim.

you were really fucking proud of yourself for coming up with that great plan to get the dog into the water. he run after you deep enough, that he wasn't standing on the groud anymore and seemed to start to struggling with keeping his head up. you stopped and cought him by his collar, noticing an "S" on it. didn't kara had a similar one on her suit? anyway, you pushed the dog fully underwater with the plan to just drown him and bring him whole instead of just the head, when you felt a hand grab you by your neck. next thing you knew, you were thrown back and went underwater. before you could try to swim back up and get some realization of what the fuck just happened, you got pulled up again this time by the colar of your suit.

when kara threw the opponent back, she wasn't aware who did she threw away. she saw krypto swim back up and turned around to pull that person from underwater to properly kick their ass for trying to hurt her dog. her heart almost stopped when she noticed the necklaces she knew so fucking well. kara lifted you up in the air by your top, more scared and hurt than mad now. you coughed water, before your eyes adjusted and immediately widened at the sight of her face.

- i've never been to earth - you said, throwing a chip in your mouth, kara was sitting opposite of you and lifted her eyes up - nothing cool to hunt there

- my cousin would put you in jail for even trying - kara said stealing a chip from your hand, ignoring the offended noise you made.

- why don't you care? - you asked, turning your head left in a questioning way.

- about what? - the blonde girl furrowed her eyebrows at your question - your job?

you hummed in response. maybe it was a werid thing to ask someone you are theoretically only sleeping with but it was already a third evening in a row with her and she was supergirl, right? she should want a criminal, like you, in jail. kara lifted her hand up to your face, putting a strand of your hair besides your ear. her face looked more serious than usually and she had that meaningful look in her eyes that she lately used more on you.

- you are just staying alive, it's not my thing to judge how you do it

before you managed any words to leave your mouth, kara's shocked expression turned into an angry one and you saw her eyes start to glow red more. thank god, she didn't threw you on ground but landed and then pushed you. you stumbled back few steps and took out a bigger knife out. you knew you are not in position to actually hurt a kryptonian but if she is attacking you, you won't just fucking give up. and also, the dog was still somewhere with his head in place. kara went to kick you in the stomach but you moved fast enough and hitted her instead. she doubled in half for a second and send you warning look before punching you again. you were managing to block most of her tries but she was faster and you were getting more and more tired, after already running a pretty long distance. your knife got abandoned somewhere as kara definitely preferred a hand to hand fight and it wouldn't help anyway.

she knew it was you. the one she planned to introduce to her cousin. and it was your job. but you knew she was a kryptonian. maybe you even figured that krypto is hers and just played a fucking game with her so she wouldn't kill you when you went for her dog. well, she didn't want to kill you but everytime you blocked her punch or used a free second to hit her, she would get more and more angry. why didn't you just drop it? you weren't winning in any way and she wasn't letting you leave with her dog dead, no matter how much she truly liked you.

the last punch you took, was straight into your stomach and your vision went immediately black as the air got knocked out of your lungs. your knees hit the ground and you barely managed to put your hand first so you wouldn't hit your head. lifting your head up higher your eyes met kara's, no longer red (thank god) but still angry and if your vision wouldn't be swaying, you would say that they were almost close to tears.

kara standing over your kneeling body was fighting the urge to punch you in the face or do something even worse. but she was supposed to be good. not kind. but good. and good people allow someone to explain themselves before punching them in the face.

- you fucking knew, didn't you? - kara's words were hurt and full of anger.

- i knew he was from krypton - you managed out - i didn't know he was yours, my boss

- bullshit - her fist met your face, making your lips and nose bleed immediately - you don't have a boss

- you really think i'm respected enough to hunt for myself? - a bitter laugh escaped your mouth, you didn't think kara actually thought you are some kind of freelancer in this economy

kara's fist stopped mid air at your words, she didn't look exactly convinced but more aware of the state she just put you in. it wasn't new that she struggled to control herself when it came to protecting her close ones but now she was looking at someone, also close to her heart even when she didn't admit it out loud, hurt by her.

you were slowly loosing consciousness as the adrenline of the fight disappeared and the only thing left was the pain that you felt. you didn't here what she yelled to the teen girl standing on the porch when she turned around, nor did u rembemebr if it was kara that took you inside or someone else.

- you know you are like illegally hot - you murmured against kara's lips, your hand caressing her bare skin - you would be worth so much as a prize

- that's the creepiest compliment i ever heard - the blonde girl laughed, hiding her face in your neck so you wouldn't see how much she actually liked it.

- i can't just say "i like you" kara - you moved her face away so you could look more into her eyes - that's too easy

kara felt her breath get more shallow at your words and your piercing eyes looking straight into hers. she wasn't good at that type of conversation so she just went to kiss you instead, you didn't need a second suggestion to open your mouth and let her get on top of you. your hands went higher, squezzing her bare chest and brushing your fingers against her already hard nipples. she broke the kiss at the sensation and rested her forhead against yours as you kept doing small circles around them. your lips went to her neck, making her close her eyes and take a deep breath. as much as she enjoyed the rush and tension of fucking you around bars, it couldn't compare to the feeling when you were being so gentle with her. like nobody else ever did.

you spend around two days at the teenagers house, her name was ruthie as you found out and she was the one kara killed the burglers with. you knew the story, briefly but now you wished you would ask more and maybe actually get to know that krypto was hers. ruthie was nice and pretty talkative, she also had an impressive knowledge of different plants that helped you heal but she would not spare a single information about kara. the only thing she said when you first woke up was that she wished to let you stay here till you get well enough. and that she took the dog but that you noticed yourself.

your boss or now more an enemy, has definitely already had send a team of hunters to find you and make you pay a price for not completing a quest. leaving the almost empty planet, you decided to not bother with looking for supergirl and focus on finding a safe space. hunters hunting a hunter was always a mess and right now you didn't wanna take a part in that. it can wait. flying at least two galaxies away, you stopped at a pretty familiar fuel place, it was one of the dirty ones that nobody really used if they weren't respected enough or completely unrecognizable. unfortunately, you were more known than not so the best thing you could do if you wanted to fly further was to put your hood up and pray for the best.

kara stopped going to sketchy planets some time ago but she was pissed and hurt enough now to do it again. she send krypto off to clark's, without much of a word and already managed to get absolutely drunk twice. and everytime, she ended up crying or punching a hole into something over the thought of you. week ago she was planning to ask you out, to even invite you to earth and three days ago you went for the head of her dog. but kara wasn't stupid, she worked through the fact that you didn't know, because you really wouldn't lie to her in a situation like that, and yeah there is very little hunters that actually work alone. she contacted ruthie at some point, trying her best to sound casual but the younger girl told her you already left. she had no other option than to go and try to find you and maybe get a chance of apologizing for honestly almost killing you there.

the station was thank to your luck this time almost empty, just some random dudes sitting far inside. you took your place at the barstool and not paying much attention ordered a beer. it still hurt to take a full breath it, kara broke few of your lower ribs with the last punch so maybe the alcohol would help. you honestly felt like you deserved some of that. if not for krypto, than for everything else you already done to others. the guy pushed your glass towards you and you focused fully on the taste of the drink, trying not to think much about kara. which was hard, harder than you expected to be.

she was so fucking pretty, she made you laugh without even trying, her hands since the first time felt so right on your body. her blonde waves would always glow in the morning sun and she trusted you enough to share some parts of her past. you loved how she would look at you, like you mattered more than just the sex you had together and how she always tried to not sound so straight forward when asking you to stay an extra night. she would fail everytime, but you never called her out and just laughed or kissed her while nodding your head. she was a complete tease, which honestly sometimes was annoying but also so fucking hot. you didn't even realized how much you liked being around her till you felt like you lost it. but you weren't about to cry over your beer and someone you hurt and couldn't fix it, even if you missed her so badly. it wasn't like, she was coming to find you and the only thing you could do was just accept it. so, you lowered your head even more, your hood falling off and took another sip of your drink when you heard the doors open behind you.

- can i join, pretty girl?

a/n; i'm absolute sucker for kara dating a female version of lobo as you can see probably lmao, like reblog comment and leave request if you wanna!!

[spideyysenses]

Cherry Red K

Summary: You swear your girlfriend has never demanded anything from you. When a mission with Clark sees her thrown back into a pile of rubble suddenly all she needs is you. Only problem? You have a event you have to get to. Until Kara decides to show you why you should stay home instead.

WC: 3k

Authors Note: Basically my take on red kryptonite! Technically this be read as a one shot to my ongoing series, but it doesn’t have to be!

Warnings: minors pls dni! um, okay so fingering, restraining (?), definitely dom!kara, edging, maybe a little bit of Kara being condescending, mean!kara lowkey, strap use, overstimulation, two hickeys of dubious consent, pet names, kara having a thing for you cooking for her in pretty dresses, use of the word girl, and um… I think that’s it? basically shameless smut enjoy!

The mission is easy, arguably Clark doesn’t even need her help, she’s merely going through the motions as she normally does eager to get home to you.

Until she gets thrown back into a pile of rubble by the guy she thought they had. At first she shakes it off as she stands, feeling no worse for wear minus a new tingling sensation, but as Clark manages to cuff him successfully this time her mind suddenly swims with images.

Images of you.

Accompanied by those thoughts, the thoughts she’s been having more of lately as your relationship settles into something solid. She knows they’ll keep returning because she’s no longer scared of wanting things, of wanting you.

And she’s used to not caring when it’s criminals she can rough up and intimidate, with them she’s demanding and even a little mean, not that she really cares that she is. With you however Kara normally tries to be softer, more considerate.

Normally, because on the return home all she feels is a building sensation of pent up frustration that’s anything but normal, and she knows exactly who she needs to make it stop.

She comes through your front door now, days of flying in through your window for the most part gone, her own set of keys clinking in the little dish you keep in the foyer.

Krypto perks up at the sound from where he lies in his dog bed. Kara had teased you endlessly for buying it, overpriced and more lavish then you needed to get, but he loves it and it saves your couch.

You’re just putting the finishing touches on a summer cake, little candy cherries bright against the white icing, already dressed and nearly ready to go.

The view basically throws any restraint she thought she may be able to show out the window.

You watch with mild curiosity as she goes straight for you and not towards the bathroom to shower like she usually does.

But you hold out a candy cherry for her before she even has to ask, startling a little when Kara takes it from your fingers with her mouth, teeth grazing your fingertips.

You huff as you wipe your hands. “What do you think?” You ask as you gesture to the cake.

“Looks good.” She muses, but you know by her tone that she doesn’t mean the cake. You laugh softly, knowing already what a mood like this means. Kara is for the most part gentle, intense yes but gentle, but sometimes post mission she gets a little more insatiable.

You think maybe it’s the high she gets from being so strong, or from all the action she sees, but you reach backwards to touch the side of her face the best you can.

“I got that dinner thing remember?” You say in an attempt to deter her. “I have to leave soon.”

You wait for the grumbling, and the little bit of pouting that usually happens before she accepts. It doesn’t come however, because Kara forgot about your stupid dinner thing, and now her mind is trying to adjust to the news.

Trying and failing. Her hands wrap around your hips, fabric bunching as they do, and her lips find your neck.

“Skip it.” She mumbles against your skin.

She doesn’t say you could skip it like she normally does, and that’s new, you think, but you know Kara can be impatient.

Maybe she had a worse day than you thought. So in an attempt to figure out her mood you try to turn in her grip so you can face her.

You’re surprised when Kara merely pushes you against the island so there’s not enough space for you to turn.

“What’s going on baby?” You ask.

“Nothing’s going on.” She says as her lips slip to the base of your neck. Her hands are still gripping at your waist like you might try to wiggle away if she lets up. “Just missed you.”

“Missed you too.” You assure gently. “I won’t be that long. Probably like an hour at most. You can shower and then when I get back—”

Kara merely scowls against your skin at the mere thought of letting you go right now.

“I don’t want to wait.” She says bluntly. “It’s going to be old boring men anyways.”

That’s not entirely true, but you don’t say that to her. Instead you place your hands over hers, and rub your thumb across her knuckles. “What happened with Clark?” You try to change the subject.

“Nothing.” She dismisses. “He didn’t even really need me there.”

You’re about to pry, because it really doesn’t seem like it’s been a regular day for her, but she’s pushing the left strap of your dress down your shoulder.

“Hey!” You object as you go to fix it.

But she stops you as her lips replace where it had been. You know your girlfriend can get needy, you both can, but usually she’s more tentative than this.

“Was doing fine at first, but then all I could think about was you, and now you’re in this dress and I just wanna…”

Kara really can’t think of how to explain what exactly she wants to do, so she merely digs her teeth into your skin a little. It makes you push back into her, your heart beat quickening, and that makes her hum in satisfaction.

“There’s my girl.” She says.

You’re definitely feeling hot now if the way your breathing hitches is any indication. It’s music to her ears. She knows you hate feeling this way before you have to go somewhere, and she often refrains from using that to her advantage. She doesn’t refrain today if it means getting what she wants.

You eye the time and grimace as you realize you’re very close to being late. So finally you take the direct approach and try to wiggle free from her. She does loosen her grip just a tad so you can, but when you turn to face her you can see she’s not happy about it.

“What’s gotten into you?” You demand.

Kara sighs at the question. It doesn’t make sense to her why you think something’s happened to her.

“I don’t feel like sharing you with other people tonight.” She says as if it should be the most obvious thing in the world.

She watches as your eyebrows lift with shock at her bluntness.

“I shouldn’t have to.” She adds. “I mean you in that dress…” She loves the way your cheeks flush at her words, and how they leave you speechless.

You are aware that Kara seems to like you in dresses like this, somewhat flowing but tight enough to show your figure, but in your defence you thought she’d be home while you were out and that it’d be a surprise for her after.

You open your mouth to tell her one last time that you really have to go, but as if sensing your hesitation, Kara closes the small amount of distance between you again, and kisses you hard.

Your hands find her waist, suit fabric a little rough under your fingers, merely so you can balance yourself, but she takes it as a chance to deepen the kiss. Her one hand coming to wrap carefully around the base of your throat as she does.

This is absolutely new, you think, as you realize you’re not making it to that party now.

Kara feels triumphant as she turns you back around, pins you once again between the counter and her body, and pushes the other dress strap down so that your dress begins to fall around your chest.

“Think about doing this so often.” She admits, and your eyes widen in surprise, because this is the first time you’re hearing about it.

“Yeah?” You push, wanting her to elaborate before she distracts you.

“Yeah.” She breathes. “Drives me wild when I’m away knowing you’re here cooking for me in an outfit like this just waiting for me to come home.”

You want to point out that you don’t wait here all day for her, but the way her hands are roaming over you is making it hard.

“Makes me think about how I want to bend you over this counter and—”

Your gasp cuts her off as strong hands slip from your sides to your thighs. She chuckles at your reaction as her hands push your legs apart, and she practically groans when she feels how wet you are.

“All for me.” She teases. “You must think about me doing this too.”

You’re so used to Kara saying these things with a question mark at the end, as if she’s never sure she’s read you right, even though she usually does.

But now? Now Kara acts with a self assured confidence, like she knows she’s right, and god is it turning you on. What the hell happened on that mission?

“All for you.” You say breathlessly as her fingers curl deeper inside of you, heel of her palm pressing against your clit just right.

It makes your legs shake, and you attempt to close your thighs a tad for a measure of stability, but Kara tsks.

“Nuh-uh.” She grumbles. “Stay still.”

And to make her point she uses her foot to nudge your legs apart so her hands can focus on working you up.

With no other option you let your weight fall against the counter as her fingers continue to hit all the spots she knows you like.

“You close?” She asks and she grins as you nod with a tiny whimper. “Words pretty girl.” She demands, and your eyes flutter closed.

Although even if you do manage words it won’t change much, Kara already knows what she wants, and it’s to see you come undone for her.

You get close sometimes after you have sex, she can tell, when you get all limp and sleepy on her. But she wants to see you like that sooner, see you at her mercy, so she removes her fingers the minute you start to tense.

“Kara!” You all but snap at her, voice petulant as you try to adjust to how empty you feel now.

You’re staring at her, her only response a smirk, and it makes you feel some type of way. She’s never been mean like this. She’s pinned your wrists into the mattress before, gave you one too many orgasms when you’re already spent, but this…

“Oh come on.” She teases as she hooks her arms underneath your ass and picks you up so your legs have to wrap around her waist. “You were going to make me wait an hour. What’s a couple of minutes?”

It’s not the same thing and she knows it, but she’s laying you gently on the bed before you can point that out to her.

Usually you’d complain about her being on your bed in her suit, but when she starts to touch you again you can’t be bothered to care.

She slides her fingers back into you, this time deeper than before, and her free hand comes to hold down your hips when you push up into her.

“Please!” You beg.

She can tell though, that even in your neediness, that you hesitate to give into her. So she denies you again much to your dismay.

“Kara stop teasing me.” You say, growing desperate for some type of release.

She stands now. “Stop teasing you?” She echoes as she takes off her clothes, and reaches for the drawer. Your eyes track her. “Now why would I do that?” She asks.

You feel your lip jut out. “Because I want to cum.” You try to reason.

She tilts her head to the side. “But I want to do this.” Your eyes widen as she settles back onto the bed.

“I’ll do anything else!” You beg, and Kara’s basically vibrating with excitement at the way you're already so willing to do what she wants.

“Anything?”

Your throat bobs a tad as you stare up at her, but you’re stubborn, so you nod. She seems to debate for a long moment her request, fingers drawing patterns against your skin.

“Fine pretty girl I’ll let you cum.” She relents. “No teasing.” You frown when a request doesn’t follow, but then she’s manhandling you.

She flips you around so you’re suddenly on your hands and knees, and even though you don’t take this position often, you’re okay with this being her demand. Until she places a hand on the small of your back and pushes.

It’s not hard enough to hurt you, but it makes you back arch for her. And now you feel on display in a way that even being nude doesn’t make you feel.

You squirm a tad in an attempt to make yourself more comfortable, but her grip doesn’t let up. “Kara…” You say, mind getting heavy.

“Ssh sweetheart, you’re going to be my good girl and stay like that aren’t you?” You gulp.

“Yes.” You reply.

Kara grins down at you in satisfaction. This is exactly what she had in mind. Your dress is bunched up at your hips now, your underwear quickly discarded, and she wastes no time before sinking the strap into you.

The moan you let out spurs her on as she sinks the entire strap in rather quickly. You feel so damn full as she sets an unforgiving pace.

“So pretty like this.” She praises you. “All mine.”

You almost don’t reply, mind too heavy to think, but you remember what she said earlier. “Feel so good.” You say into your sheets, and she chuckles.

This time she doesn’t deny you when you reach your orgasm, your chest heaving, and you’re thankful for finally getting some relief.

Until she starts again and you whine out in surprise. “Kara please...” You’re definitely not used to her being this rough and although it’s definitely not unpleasant you feel like jelly already.

You twist your face into your pillow, but she reaches down, strap hitting a new angle as she does, and takes your hair in her hand.

“Don’t hide.” She says as she turns your head to the side again. “Wanna see you.”

It makes you feel embarrassingly hot, and you really wish you had the energy to quip back at her, but you don’t. You don’t even have the energy to move your head back. So you stay like that, utterly exposed for her.

“Knew you’d be good for me.” She praises as her hand leaves your hair and wraps around you so she can rub circles against your clit again.

It doesn’t take you long to come again, body spent, and eyes fluttering closed. But two denials and two orgasms don’t seem like enough for her so she starts again.

Your back tries to straighten out, but she presses down again, forcing you stay exactly as you are. You try to stay still for her, you really do, but the closer another orgasm gets the more you try to run from it.

So now she’s pushing you down completely flat, arms coming underneath your own so she more or less has you pinned. The new position makes the strap go deeper somehow, and you swear you don’t know if you can give her another one.

But she seems insistent. “‘s too much.” You beg her.

“One more.” She demands, as she kisses the back of your shoulder, and then up your neck again. You feel her leave a couple of hickeys you’re sure will be hard to hide and you whine out.

She just shushes you. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” You say voice mumbled into fabric. She coaxes one final orgasm from you before she gently pulls out.

But she leaves a trail of kisses down your back, as she rubs gentle circles into your hips. You muster the energy to flip onto your back, and look up at her.

She’s panting, hair sticking to her forehead, as she removes the harness from her hips. She bends down and kisses your knee before slipping from the bed.

“Babe?” You call out your voice rough .

“Yeah?” She replies, as if she didn’t just fuck you senseless.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” You ask her softly.

“Yeah.” She says. “I feel really good actually. Are you okay?”

“Tried.” You tease. “But good.”

She nods before thudding off to run you both a bath and grab you water.

Kara’s demeanour is entirely different when she wakes the next morning. Her eyes fluttering across you as you sleep wrapped in her arms. Until she sees the dark purple marks on your neck.

“Oh god.” She murmurs as she begins to wake. “I’m so sorry.” She tries to think back to why she would do this, run through the events of yesterday, and realizes the rubble. “Red kryptonite.” She whispers.

You frown up at her, hands chasing her as she pulls away. “Red?” You ask.

“Yeah Clark said he’s been effected a couple of times. Apparently each new chunk can cause different things, but he said there was one that made him… rude.”

You can’t really picture Clark as rude, but you decide not to focus on it. “I swear I didn’t know. I just felt…”

Your eyes search her as she hesitates. “I’m not upset.” You finally offer, pulling her close to you again. “You didn’t do anything to me that I didn’t want. Minus the questionable hickeys.”

She can’t look at you now. “I just felt less afraid.” She admits. You’re quiet then, as you trace tiny patterns across her arm.

“I liked it.” You say, face growing hot and that makes Kara stop.

Because she thought your heart was racing because you were upset with her, but now she realizes…

“Wait.” She murmurs. “You liked it.”

“Yeah,” you assure, “it felt good obviously, but also nice. I like when you…” you don’t want to finish now embarrassed yourself. “I just didn’t know you wanted that.”

“I didn’t at first.” She admits. “I think because I was nervous to, but now things feel solid and I…”

“Do?” You finish and she nods.

“Not always, but sometimes.” She adds. You lean up and kiss her then.

“Then we can do sometimes. No need for anymore magic space rocks.”

[yasministration]

kara zor el m.list

ˋ°•*⁀➷ navigation // ꩜ smut, ❀ fluff, 𖤓 angsty/angry, 𖤐 funny

✴︎ two kryptonians walk into a bar - when kara takes clark on his first extra-terrestrial bar crawl, they both come face to face with something they've never witnessed before in the wild... a kryptonian. (꩜𖤐) coming soon...

[inmoonsblood]

my girl - kara zor-el

1.1k words , kara zor-el x fem!reader , suggestive (16+) , implied vigilante!reader , established relationship , reader mentioned to be chatty and mouthy (like once) , reader wears a dress .

synopsis: kara finds out something very interesting about you and how you react when she says the words 'my girl' ; aka pari self indulging for a thousand words straights (not) because i need her so viciously.

notes: this is . fully self indulgent and also very gay because . i am very gay. erm, yes, this movie has revived me and my will to write but i have no idea how long it's going to last so please enjoy! as usual, expect grammar mistakes bc i do not have a beta reader and in true wattpad girl fashion english is not my first language.

The first time it happened, Kara honestly thought it was a fluke.   

Your breath hitched and your heartbeat picked up the second she called you “my girl” but you never said anything about it, so naturally, Kara assumed it was the hand on your waist and her lips on your neck.

She didn’t think much of it; honestly, all she could think of at that point was the way you leaned into her and your voice calling out her name—like it was the only thing you could say. So she went back to kissing along your neck, not really thinking about the specific words at all.

The second time it happened, the two of you were arguing about something stupid. Something along the lines about you getting hurt and Kara dropping her post on the mission to come and rescue you. And it isn’t that you’re not grateful—as you try to tell her in the middle of the screaming match—it’s just that she can’t keep leaving her post during an active mission for you. 

Kara yelled back, “Well I don’t care! If my girl is getting fucking shot at, I’m going to run to her—”

She cut herself off as she narrowed her eyes at you, because Kara is always perceptive, especially when it comes to you, and she heard the spike in your heartbeat again, and the way your eyes widened very slightly—almost unnoticeable to the human eye—and your breathing got shallower. 

But there’s still not a lot Kara could do about it that time because it was only for a second and then you were yelling at her about how you could take care of yourself again and she had to push that out of her mind. 

Really—the third time it happens is when Kara can actually take advantage of it and actually push the limits to see how far your little . . . quirk can go. And of course she does exactly that; why not see her baby get all flustered over her? 

Clark is hosting a stupid barbeque and for once Kara attends because it’s her stupid cousin’s birthday, and she can be nice (sometimes). Of course, she drags you with her, because she doesn’t want to be there, she just wants to be home with you. Of course, you look gorgeous in a long floral dress. Of course, Kara has to physically stop herself from touching you all the time because Clark is right there and she really doesn’t want to deal with his nagging.

Like all events that include Clark, this one includes a lot of socialising. A lot of introductions of herself as Kara Danvers, Clark’s cousin from Smallville. The only thing that makes it tolerable is the fact that you’re there, smiling and nodding along and every time someone asks who you are, Kara can grab your waist and tug you closer and introduce you as “my girl.”

This time, slight hitch in your breath, the pickup of your heartbeat and the way you try to suppress your blush is very evident and there’s very little distracting her from it. And yeah, Kara is having the time of her life watching you try to hide it from her, even though she’s literally got superhearing. Especially as you cough behind your arm as her thumb brushes against your waist, or when you quickly volunteer to help Lois any time you catch her staring at you.

It’s very close to the best thing ever: watching her normally composed and mouthy girl turn into a stumbling mess because of her, because of two words that she mutters like it’s habit—because that’s what it started off as. Of course, she’d call you her girl, that’s what you are (alongside with pretty girl, pretty baby, her gorgeous baby, her sweet girl and so so many more that Kara has not stopped taking advantage of).

It’s a little funny—very funny to Kara—how that’s all it takes (yes, Clark is side-eyeing her with his stupid ‘omg my cousin’s in love’ grin. No, she does not give a shit).

As the night begins to finally wind down, with most of the guests either leaving or choosing to get wine drunk with Lois, it’s very easy for Kara to corner you at the kitchen as you’re putting some of the dishes away so that her cousin has one less task to deal with after everyone’s gone (and she won’t admit it, but seeing you do something for her family? That tugs on her heart strings and makes her smile want to kiss you stupid).

You’re near the cabinet when Kara suddenly appears behind you, hands caging you in with her chest pressed into your back. She kisses along your neck, starting at the base and making her way up to your ear. You’re already blushing, breathing gotten shallower, as you lean into her embrace, letting go of the plates so you don’t accidentally drop them. But then her hands move to your waist, gripping them and her mouth moves to your ear, and in that low voice of hers that she knows you love, she whispers:

“How’s my girl doing?”

And Kara can feel the way you freeze. With the way your breathing staggers and your heart rate picks up and she has to hide her absolutely jovial smirk with another kiss against your neck. 

“What?” she asks again, “cat got your tongue?” 

You can’t do anything, really. You’re caged in between the counter top and your way too smug girlfriend right now, with another super with super-hearing literally not that far away. You really don’t want to give anything away more than you already have, because this little secret of yours is out of the bag.

“Kara,” you say, tone a bit bashful as you try to stand up straight. She doesn’t let you, of course, pulling you back into her. 

“Yeah?” she mutters again, kisses on your neck resuming. 

“Clark—” You try to remind her that her cousin also has super hearing and you really don’t want him to catch you two getting frisky in his kitchen, but it seems like your girlfriend doesn’t really care right now.

“Not my name, baby,” she says as she bites your earlobe, slowly dragging her teeth down. “Or is my girl suddenly shy? Hmm?”

There it is again—those two words. Your absolute undoing. Kara isn’t sure if they’ll have an effect on you right now, with the neck kissing and the teasing, but she’s pleasantly surprised when you shudder and close your eyes, like out of everything else it’s those two words that get to you the most.

Clark calls her name out, and she takes a step back, still with the biggest shit eating grin on her face. Doesn’t matter if her cousin’s found you two out, doesn’t matter if she had to stop this show—because now she knows exactly what gets you, and god save you because Kara Zor-El is about to use that weakness. 

If only confirmed by her quick kiss and a promise for taking care of her girl later tonight at home.

Yeah, you’re cooked. 

[podcastwizard]

LIKES TO CHARGE REBLOGS TO CAST

[the-goddess-of-annoying]

you people aren't CASTING

[the-goddess-of-annoying]

NO

[wlw-imagines]

Shooting Stars - Addison Montgomery x Reader (Grey's Anatomy)

it's hard to write fluff when angst is the future BUT here it is. i'm predicting a solid 4 day attempt at this challenge before my will to write crumbles once more but you never know, i may persevere for once!!

Day 1, @fluffyjuly: addison montgomery - shooting stars, ‘you will be okay’

summary: After a long, exhausting day, all you want is a drink and a bit of peace, plus maybe a chance to admire Addison from afar. Unfortunately for you, Karev has other plans.

The day had been well and truly shit. That was the only way to describe it.

Two surgeries ran over. One attending blamed you for something that wasn’t even your fault. Then the ER got slammed just as you were supposed to leave, which meant that instead of going home, showering, and pretending the day never happened, you spent another three hours getting yelled at by patients, families, and one particularly angry paramedic.

By the time you actually arrived at Arizona’s barbecue, you were running hours late and entirely on caffeine and spite. You had briefly considered not coming at all and instead going home, collapsing into bed, and ignoring your phone for the next twelve hours... but you knew yourself well enough to know that if you went home alone tonight, you’d just replay every mistake in your head until morning.

So... barbecue it was.

It was crowded in the garden. Music drifted from a speaker somewhere near the treeline at the far end of Arizona's yard, just loud enough to blend into the hum of conversation. A few pediatric nurses were gathered around the grill, loudly and jokingly arguing over burger temperatures like it was life or death. You rolled your eyes.

Fairy lights had been strung across the fence, casting everything in warm gold and making the whole place feel softer somehow. It was calm, peaceful.

You wished you could actually feel any of those things right now.

You finally sank into a patio chair with a quiet groan, taking a long sip of your beer as you tried to force your shoulders to relax. They felt permanently lodged somewhere near your ears after the day you’d had.

"Wow," You looked up to see Alex Karev standing over you, hands shoved in his pockets and an annoyingly smug grin on his face. "I didn’t know it was possible," he said, "but you somehow look worse outside the hospital."

You glared and aimed a lazy kick at his knee, missing on purpose.

"I think you’ll find," you said, nodding toward the chair beside you, motioning for him to sit, "that I am actually thriving."

He snorted, looking over as another chair scraped loudly against the patio and Cristina dropped into it beside you with an audible sigh.

"Sure thing," she said, immediately joining your conversation with an eyebrow raised at you as she appraised you. "That face screams 'thriving'."

You brushed her off, distracted by something going on further down the garden and, ever the observant friend, her eyes followed your line of sight across the garden and her eyes narrowed.

"Oh."

Karev frowned. "Oh what?"

Cristina pointed at your face, "She’s doing the thing again."

"What thing?" He frowned, leaning into your space and peering into your eyes. His close proximity brought you back down to Earth and you swatted him away, taking another sip of your beer.

"The staring."

You straightened immediately, clearing your throat, "Uh, no, I don’t stare."

Cristina let out a small huff of laughter, "You’re staring right now."

"I’m not staring." You set your jaw, deliberately keeping your eyes set on Christina in an attempt to prove your point. Then considered the fact that you were staring at Christina so maybe you should just look at Karev, or-

Cristina paused your internal monologue when she held out a hand to Karev, "Ten bucks if you can guess who."

Karev scoffed. "Ten bucks? Please. I’m not that desperate for-"

His gaze followed yours and he froze. Then he slowly grinned and let out a short burst of laughter.

"Oh."

Your stomach dropped and you firmly shook your head, focusing on your beer bottle, the label peeling off slightly at the corner. You couldn't be accused of staring at anyone if you were staring at the drink in your hand, "No."

"Oh, wow."

"Don’t, Karev."

"You’ve got to be kidding me. Easiest ten bucks I'll ever earn. You better cough up." He held his hand out to Yang as you finally gave back in to the pull you felt, letting your eyes settle over to her again. Across the garden, Addison Montgomery stood near the drinks table talking to Bailey, wine glass in hand.

Dark jeans, cream blouse and hair down. Unfair really. Very distracting.

Just completely unfair.

You sank lower in your chair. "I’ve had a bad day and I really don’t need this right now." You mumbled, feeling like a little kid being teased on the playground again.

Karev just ignored you. "Of course you like her."

You narrowed your eyes, "What does that even mean?"

He shrugged, "Well, she’s kind of an ass-"

"Hey, if I was into assholes, you’d be top of my list." You grumbled, shooting him a glare again. You seemed to be doing a lot of that recently. Maybe you needed a better attitude to life. Ah well, there's time for that, today sucks enough to be grumpy.

"I'm saying… she’s alright. For an attending. That’s all I’m saying. Older than you but... who am I to yuck your yum?"

You groaned, "Please don't ever say that again. I really hate this conversation."

Cristina crossed her arms, "Have you even spoken to her?"

"Yes."

Karev barked out a laugh, "Liar."

"I have." You leant back in your chair, finishing your beer, eyes on the look out for another one - anything to escape this conversation.

"When?"

You hesitated.

"…Around the hospital."

Cristina raised a brow, "Around?"

You leaned over to an ice box, grabbing another drink and waving Yang away, "You know. Corridors. Elevators. She gave me a coffee once. I think it was meant for someone else... but I still drank it so-"

Cristina stared. "That is so sad."

Karev nodded. "I think you just described having a coworker you exist near."

"You guys suck."

Karev suddenly leaned forward, a dangerous glint entering his eyes. You recognized that look instantly. A look of trouble. He was going to do something stupid. He was going to do something stupid... in your direction. You watched as he glanced down at your chair leg, to somewhere behind you, and lifted his leg.

"Karev, no-"

Too late. His foot slammed into the front of your chair, his foot landing on the edge and the chair jolted backward. Your new beer launched straight into the air and the cold liquid poured down your front.

"What the hell?!"

Cristina burst into peels of laughter. Karev leaned back, far too pleased with himself.

"You were saying you had a shitty day," he said. "I had to put things into perspective."

"You absolute-"

"Are you okay?"

Everything stopped and your heart nearly stopped with it. That voice, warm, smooth and familiar. You turned around to see Addison was standing right there, looking directly at you.

At your soaked shirt.

At Karev.

At the puddle of beer beneath your chair.

Then her gaze settled on Karev. One eyebrow lifted. “Karev.”

He straightened.

"She was complaining she was too hot."

You whipped around.

"I did not-"

Addison’s gaze sharpened, "So you kicked her chair?"

Karev raised both hands. "I carefully… helped her to-"

"You kicked her chair."

"So what? She’s fine. Right?" He shrugged. Addison gave him a look so sharp it could have cut glass and Karev cracked, "…Right. Sorry, I guess," he said and, upon facing you, a twinkle set in his eye and he winked at you.

Addison had already turned her back to him, missing his grin, and focused on you, immediately softer. "Come on."

xxxxxxxxxxxx

By the time you reached her car, your pulse still hadn’t settled.

You changed into the soft pullover she handed you, a soft, navy, and much-too-big pullover, and tried very hard not to think about the fact that it smelled like her.

When you were done, Addison climbed into the open trunk and patted the space beside her. "Just sit for a moment."

You hesitated but eventually the pull was too much and you found yourself sat beside her.

The street was quiet compared to the party. Music drifted faintly from the yard, softened by distance. Addison tucked one leg beneath herself and looked at you.

"So."

You exhaled. "So?"

She studied you for a long moment, eyes steady on your face.

"You okay?"

You attempted a self-conscious laugh, just about fighting the urge to completely brush her off, but decising to settle on middle ground - some truth. "I had a bad day. Karev was just trying to cheer me up." Her mouth twitched and you felt like you had to defend him, only slightly. "He has good intentions."

Addison gave you a look and took in a deep breath, "I think we may be thinking of different Karevs."

Despite yourself, you smiled. "Hmm, fair."

Her expression softened. "So. A bad day?"

Your shoulders sagged, "It’s nothing new." You shrugged a little but she waited.

That was the thing about Addison, she never rushed a silence. Never filled it just to make herself comfortable. And eventually, the words came.

"It’s just… the OR was a mess. The ER was even worse. I got blamed for things I didn’t do and everyone needed everything all at once and I just…"

Your voice caught and you swallowed hard. Crying in front of anyone was one thing but crying in front of the women that could have you wrapped around her little finger? Pure embarrassment.

"I don’t know," You gave a weak laugh. "...I think I’m just tired."

Addison was quiet for a moment. Then her voice softened, "Hey."

You looked up. Her eyes held yours, they were steady, warm and impossibly gentle.

"You will be okay."

The words hit harder than they should have and then your eyes burned instantly. "Oh no."

Her brows lifted. "Oh no?"

You laughed shakily. "I think I might cry, just a little bit." You scrunched your nose up as your eyes prickled with tears already forming.

"That’s okay." Her thumb brushed your cheek, wiping away a tear and her whole expression shifted, softening even further. She hummed, her voice came out quiet, almost a whisper, "You really don’t see it, do you?"

Your brow furrowed, "See what?"

She exhaled through a small smile, "You’re actually going to make me say this out loud, huh?" Your pulse kicked lightly. She looked away for half a second, almost amused with herself, "God, I feel like I’m sixteen." She muttered under her breath.

You blinked slowly. "What?"

"Like I'm some lovesick teenager trying to confess to the girl she likes."

Your brain stopped completely. "…What?" And Addison looked back at you, only honesty in her steady gaze.

"I like you."

You stared, your brain feeling like it was short-circuiting slightly, "No, I don't... think so?"

She blinked, her head tilted to one side, "You don't... what? What does that even mean?"

"It means it doesn’t seem possible."

"And why exactly is it not possible?" She asked, a small grin forming on her face.

You made a helpless gesture between the two of you, "Because you’re Addison Montgomery."

She stared, her eyes sparkling through her smile, "That is... not an explanation."

"Okay. Fine. From my perspective, you are beautiful, terrifying, brilliant, and half the hospital is either in love with you or afraid of you."

She narrowed her eyes, "I'm not terrifying." You gave her a look and she sighed. "Fine. Occasionally intimidating."

You ignored the alteration to your own statement and forged on.

"My point is, why would I think you like me?"

Addison stared at you for a moment like she genuinely could not believe this conversation was happening. Then she said, very slowly, "Because I flirt with you."

Your jaw dropped, "You do not."

"I absolutely do." She folded her arms. "In the elevator last Thursday, I told you your scrubs were distracting."

You frowned and shook your head, "Because they had blood on them." She just stared and gently shook her head right back at you. Your mouth opened. And closed.

Oh.

Addison continued, sounding almost exasperated now. "I bring you coffee."

"You bring lots of people coffee."

"No, I really don’t." She shifted closer, just enough that the space between you suddenly felt very noticeable. "When you speak in patient conferences, I listen to what you’re saying, not because I have to, but because I want to hear what you think."

Your breath caught.

"When we’re in surgery together, I notice everything." Her voice had gone lower now, quieter, more intimate. "I notice when you’re tired, even when you insist you’re fine. I notice when you’re stressed because your entire posture changes like you’re turning inwards, trying to protect yourself."

You couldn’t move.

Could barely breathe.

"I know when you’re happy, too," she continued, softer now. "Because you get this little crease beside your left eye when you smile properly. Not the polite smile you give colleagues, the real one." She gently places her finger near your temple.

Her gaze flicked over your face with pure tenderness.

"I know exactly how your eyes change when you’re overthinking something. They get distant for a second, like you disappear into your own head."

She lifted her other hand slowly, giving you time to pull away, but you didn’t. Her fingertips brushed your cheek.

"And you chew the inside of your cheek when you’re anxious." Then, your entire body went still because she was right, and you were doing it now. You pushed your cheek out from between your teeth.

Addison’s thumb brushed once near your jaw, her voice softening into something almost impossibly gentle. "I notice you." She paused, searching your face like she needed you to understand. "I notice when you walk into a room, even when I’m in the middle of something important. I notice when you’ve skipped lunch. I notice when you pretend you’re okay because you don’t want to burden anyone."

Her eyes shone with raw honesty now.

"And I notice that you keep looking at me like I’m something unattainable, something distant, when the truth is…" She swallowed. "I have spent months trying to get your attention."

A tiny, disbelieving laugh escaped you. "What?"

"I always notice you."

[jesterlesbian]

me when someone serves cunt

[mmelete]

The Tumblr Experience

[reputayswift]

love the journey he goes on here

[reticent-vampire]

Luke Brandon Field & Eric Bogosian as DANIEL MOLLOY insp. by @bratboymolloy

[berlogauwu]

fcking obsessive 5s merlin GOES HARD

[heterogendermannerism]

some football stuff from the past few days

[catssluvr]

i can see you, nancy wheeler

nancy wheeler x fem!reader (1k words)

in which you have your first sleepover at nancy’s house. as her girlfriend, of course.

warnings: previous friends to lovers, kissing, fluff!!

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The bathroom is foggy once you step out of the shower, slipping into your comfy pajamas as quick as you can. Both because you’re growing sleepy and you’d never want to make someone think you’re that guest who hogs the bathroom.

You fold your clothes carefully, feeling a little awkward. Not because it’s a new environment, you’ve been to the Wheeler’s house countless times. But this is your first time sleeping over as Nancy’s girlfriend.

And as much as you don’t think anyone has a clue on what is happening between you two, you feel yourself threading more lightly.

You also feel like you have to make this whole new impression on her. Being a best friend is different from being a girlfriend — there’s no denying in that.

You’re sitting by the edge of the bathtub pulling on your fuzzy socks when there’s a gentle knock on the door, your girlfriend’s head peaking inside once she’s sure you’re okay with her coming in.

“Hi.” She throws you shy smile, sweet honey voice. Her own hair is damp from the shower you insisted she took first, curls adorably falling over her forehead.

“Hey.” You smile back warmly.

“Thought we could get ready for bed together.” Nancy suggests, your toiletries bag on her hand.

“Course.” You pull yourself up, taking it from her with a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.”

You could get used to this, doing your skincare beside her as you sneak looks at her through the mirror. The headband on her head has you holding back a smile, floral scent of the shampoo she used filling the stuffy air of the bathroom.

The silence is comfortable, both of you tired from the day you spent together at the mall. Your eyes feel droopy as you brush your teeth, elbow knocking against hers when you stumble.

You both giggle as your eyes lock on the mirror, toothpaste foam on the corner of your mouth making you feel silly.

Nancy grabs your hand once you’re both done, cold sweeping through once she opens the door and you quickly make your way back to her bedroom.

“It’s freezing.” You rub your arms, goosebumps on your legs that are uncovered by your shorts.

Her feet pad all the way to her wardrobe, pulling out a pink sweater that you’re already accustomed to see on her before handing it to you.

“Your favorite?” You ask with raised eyebrows. “I feel special.”

She answers with a light push to your shoulder, grabbing your shoulder to pull you right back. “Don’t push it.”

You’re guided towards the bed by her soft hands, siting on the corner as she settles behind you. Her fingers work through your hair carefully, never pulling too hard as she fixes up a braid.

Her lips press on your shoulder once she’s finished, doe eyes peering at you over your shoulder. “C’mon.”

You feel giddy once your back hits the pink cushions of her bed, realization of this being the first time you’re sharing a bed with her as a girlfriend.

“What are you so smiley about?” She teases, crawling towards you until she practically on top of you.

“Just happy.” You hum, pressing a kiss to her knuckles as you hold her hand that comes to rest on your chest. “Is that allowed?”

Nancy traps her lips between her teeth, holding back the smile that she’s gotten used to having around you. She looks comfortable, eyes crinkling under the dim light and skin glowing reminding you too much of an angel.

“You’re so pretty.” She whispers, nose nuzzling against yours in affection.

It’s new to have her expressing her thoughts about you so freely, still takes the breath away from your lungs. So you settle with pressing your mouth to hers, arms wrapping around her to press her close.

The fabric of her tank top is smooth against your fingers, leaving you feeling like you’re in the clouds with her sweet taste invading your mouth. It doesn’t help that she’s just as eager as you, rubbing the skin that peaks from the colar of your shirt with her thumb and leaning impossibly closer until your legs tangle with her.

She’s a little breathless once you pull away, slightly frustrated but not ready nor with the energy for anything else.

“You just stole all the lip balm on my lips, thief.” She pretends to be annoyed, snuggling against your neck.

“Sorry, sweet girl.” You chuckle, because you really don’t sound sorry at all. If anything, the strawberry taste that lingers on your lips makes adds up to the warm feeling on your chest.

You spent too much time borrowing it from her and pretending that somehow it might feel a bit closer to what kissing her would be like.

“Liar.” You feel her smile against your collarbone, cheeks warm at the pet name.

You don’t answer, reaching to turn off the bedside lamp before swiftly pulling her back on top of you. She shrieks in surprise, setting against you nevertheless.

Your hands settle against her back as you run them through it, occasionally squeezing her shoulder gently and pressing kisses against her hair. To which she hums contently, face hidden in your neck as she relishes in your smell with legs still intertwined with yours.

“Nance.” Your whispers comes after a moment of silence, fingers tracing the space between her shoulder plates.

“Hm?” Nancy hums, sleepy state overtaking her.

“I really am happy.” The statement is soft, almost inaudible.

But the smile you feel pressed against your neck tells you she heard it just fine, breath fanning your skin in a slightly ticklish way.

“‘M happy, too.” Her words slur a bit as she speaks, breath starting to even out as she falls into slumber.

Your head feels fuzzy as you lay there, girl that you’ve dreamed about countless times laying on top of you like you’re the most comfortable pillow she’s laid on. Sleep comes after you soon enough, more at ease than ever.

[catssluvr]

something in the way she woos me, cassie mckay

cassie mckay x fem!reader (1.1k words)

in which cassie sleeps over at your house for the first time.

warning: none its just fluff

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Cassie is exhausted.

There’s really no other word to it. This shift is something she wants to forget and not think about the next one until she has to. All that’s giving her some peace is knowing you’re waiting right outside for her.

She’s doing her best not to look tired, because although the last thing she wants is to have a date at a restaurant, she really wants to spend time with you. And she doesn’t have the heart to tell you about the restaurant you so thoughtfully planned.

Just as expected, you are on the parking lot waiting for her. Your back against the hood as a smile makes it’s ways to your lips once you spot her walking over.

“Hey, baby.” You greet excitedly, hands reaching her shoulders and pressing a peck to her lips.

“Hi.” She hums into it, her own hands settling over your sweater covered waist.

“Excited for your hot date?” You ask, though she notices a hint of something behind it — knowing maybe.

“Always.” She tries, regretfully of the way her overly happy smile doesn’t match her tired eyebags.

“Such a liar.” Your retort comes with a gentle smile, letting her know you’re not mad at all that she feels this way but that you were aware she did even before talking to her. Maybe the daily pics she sends to you aren’t a good idea anymore. You could be a profiler.

Cassie huffs, forehead slumping a little against your shoulder. “M’sorry.” Because she knows you’re not letting her get her way.

“Don’t be.” You reassure with simplicity. “Can i suggest something?”

“Sure, honey.” Her voice is laced with affection, making your stomach erupt in a thousand butterflies.

“Stay over today? We can have dinner and sleep early.” Your fingers work on her shoulder as you speak, massaging the tension in them away. “You kinda can’t say no cause i already cooked and i’m gonna think you hate me.”

You’re so sweet she wants to aggressively shove you in her pocket.

“I don’t have pj’s with me.” She reasons, very inclined to accept anyway.

“So what? Wear mine.” You’re quick to come up with a resolution.

“Okay.” Your girlfriend relents easily.

With a happy grin you pull her to you, lips to her forehead before opening the door to the e seat for her and closing it only once you’re sure she’s comfy.

Your apartment is still a little unfamiliar to her, way tidier than hers and definitely cozier. Though she does try to make hers looked lived in and happy. You just have the gift to make everything look so you, she thinks. It smells good too, a mix of the candles you keep and the homemade meal you prepared for her.

While she puts on something from your wardrobe you set the living room, tv turned on in a low volume and meals on the coffee table. Her stomach grumbles as soon as she sees it.

You somehow (not really) end up paying more attention to her than the food, plate forgotten before you’re even halfway through your meal. Your legs are thrown lazily over hers, cheek squished against her shoulder as you feel particularly in the mood to annoy her.

Without much thought your finger find her brown hair, carding through it like a second nature.

“You need to cut your bangs.” You state with a twirl of her hair.

“I do.” Cassie hums before bringing another forkful of rice to her mouth.

If she’s bothered by your crowding and slouching over her, she doesn’t mention it at all. In fact, she seems quite unbothered by it. Her hand rests on your calve when it’s not holding the fork, head leaning towards your hand without noticing.

“Just don’t let me do it i’ll leave you bald.” You joke, teasing her.

“I can cut them.”

“You cut your own hair?” You pretend to be surprised, nose nudging her jaw softly. Though she really does seem like the type to cut her own hair.

“Sometimes, yeah.” Her shoulders shrug slightly, picking up the napkin to dab at the sauce on the corner of her lips — which you eye for too long.

“Woah so handy.” You exagerate, arm slipping around her shoulders. “Really need to thrim them.” A little lower.

“Just say if you don’t like my hair.” Cassie grumbles, though it’s not heartfelt. She’s not mad at all, throwing herself into your dramatic antics.

“Shut up.” You hit her shoulder without force, pouting. “How would i see your pretty eyes if they were covered?”

You’re mostly teasing, but she feels the heat rush up her cheeks anyway. She doesn’t think she’s ever been with someone who compliments her so openly. It makes her overly giddy.

“Such a dork.” The nervous chuckle she lets out is enough to let you know how she feels.

You nose her jaw and cheek again, pressing a soft kiss soft next to her eye once you reach it. “I love your hair, promise.”

“I know, sweet girl.” Her fingers squeeze your leg, pet name leaving her mouth way too easily by now. It’s taken her a bit to get used to it. “You should eat.”

“I’m not hungry.” You answer honestly, having spent too much time cooking and trying the food.

She hums, taking note to have you eat something later before bed. And to make you a nice breakfast in bed as a payback for your loveliness.

You both go to bed not late after, lazily doing your skincare and brushing your teeth side by side in front of the mirror.

Cassie falls asleep to the feeling of your hot wet kisses against her neck.

When she wakes up it’s several hours later — nine or ten she thinks. But she’s happy from the moment she does, warmth pressed to her chest and comfortable coverts wrapping her in a soft hug.

The sight of you has her softening inside, hair mussed from rolling around in your sleep and face more relaxed than ever. Your pajamas rumpled, neckline of your shirt drifted to the side and exposing your collarbone. She presses a kiss there impulsively.

You hum, still asleep but scrunching your face softly and pressing closer to her with the sweetest pout on your lips.

Her eyes suddenly waver with tears, heart thumping against her chest as she watches you with what she’s sure are heart eyes.

Though she doesn’t remember the last time she cried, this really does feel fitting. She doesn’t remember ever knowing someone who treats her as nicely as you, so soft and gentle.

“You okay?” You ask with a groggy voice, eyes only half open but alert at her wet cheeks.

Cassie nods in reassuring, guiding your face back into her neck and squeezing you with strength. “Very okay.”

You press a kiss to her skin, not questioning her tears as if you know they’re not from sadness.

She settles that she could probably die happy right here, her sweet love right on her arms.

[catssluvr]

SHE’S SO BABY OMFG

[coleeetrain]

So the straights really be out here huh?