size kink with Nikki? just stretching her out with strap or her bouncing on it while reader holds her waist <3?
she loves being stretched out <3 she whines when you choose your smaller straps to fuck her with. acts like a spoiled brat and begs for more, pouts at you and tells you that you're not filling her up enough. but you always fuck your girl good and dumb. even if she's huffing about how small you are, she'll end up eating her words and creaming all over your strap.
thinking about nikki being so eager and horny that she tries to force her pussy onto your thick strap before she's even prepped enough :( whining while trying to push her hips down, lips formed in the cutest pout ever while she mumbles about needing to feel you in her stomach. getting her to take it slow, holding her waist while you guide her on your strap, moaning at the way her pussy grips the thickness.
anal with a thick strap....barely getting the tip inside her ass because she's so tight and you're so big, fucking her anyway because you know she likes the slight pain as you try to bully your way inside. god...thinking about nikki squirting the second you bottom out @__@ choking on her moan, going limp as you grip her waist, jaw all slack as she makes a mess on the bed. asshole just gripping your strap, pussy leaking and clenching around nothing while you're inside her ass.
nikki pawing at you and trying to push you away while you fuck her with a 9 inch strap @__@ whining and squirming, moaning incoherently while you stretch her out. crying softly because you feel so good, begging you to stay still for a few minutes so she can feel all of you. pulling out of her and seeing her gaped for you, her cream pooling at the base of your strap.
nikki crying while deepthroating your huge strap 😵💫 gagging while taking it, peering up at you with teary eyes while you pet her face and coo at how good she's being for you.
nikki bouncing on like 4 inches because that's all she can fit inside 😵💫 holding her waist while she rides you, mumbling dirty words while she moans and tries to take more.
"look at that pussy struggling around my strap."
"you can take more, can't you, nik?" you ask, pushing your hips up and trying to force more strap in her hole. "be a good girl and let me stretch you out."
stretching her out until she's gaping and then spreading her out so you can ogle her hole <3 slamming your strap in and out quickly, cooing at her while she screams and grips the bedsheets.
being wayy taller than her (she's only like 5'0 ft 😖) and lifting her up to fuck her, nikki creaming nearly two minutes in because you're manhandling her.
PAIRING: Jean Grey/Reader, Ororo Munroe/Reader, Anna Marie/Reader, Raven Darkholme/Reader
SUMMARY: A collection of headcanons exploring how each X-Men member expresses love — what they call you, their primary love languages, and the little details that make their love unique.
𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ Jean Grey
WHAT SHE CALLS YOU: Your name, spoken with such softness it reaches straight into your mind. She often calls you "Sweetheart" or "Light." When joking: "My little secret" (because she knows all of yours).
• WORDS OF AFFIRMATION: She whispers the gentlest things into your mind – things she can't say aloud. "You've got this," "Your strength is beautiful." She needs you to know you're not alone. She sees your fears and dark thoughts and always finds words to clear them. Sometimes she tells you what you need to hear – even if you're not ready: "You deserve love. I know that for sure."
• PHYSICAL TOUCH: She needs a physical anchor to keep from drifting into cosmic distances. She holds your hand, rubbing her thumb across your knuckles like she's checking you're real. She loves lying in your lap while you read, just feeling your warmth. When the Phoenix overwhelms her, one touch from you brings her back.
• QUALITY TIME: Jean wants to be with you in complete silence – when no one demands the world from her. She can sit with you in the library for hours without a word, but her thoughts brush against yours, weaving a cozy cocoon. She doesn't choose you for missions – she chooses you for rest.
THE LITTLE THING: When you're exhausted and need the world to pause, Jean wraps you both in a mental dome of silence. You hear only her breathing and her thought: "Rest. I'll hold everything else." She can make you forget pain for an hour, just by holding your hand.
𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑Ororo Munroe
WHAT SHE CALLS YOU: "My hawk" (if you're free-spirited), "Heart," or "Little flower" (with a warm smile). In moments of tenderness – "My peace," because you're the only one who can calm her winds.
• QUALITY TIME: She'll have tea with you in her tower while lightning fills the sky outside. She teaches you to see beauty in chaos. Ororo has no patience for rushing in relationships – she wants to be with you slowly, deeply, completely. She might take you to the greenhouse and tell you about every plant, because sharing her passions is her highest form of intimacy.
• ACTS OF SERVICE: She won't cook you breakfast (there's a kitchen staff for that) – but she'll change the weather in the garden so you can read in the sun exactly during your day off. She watches over your health – brings you tea when you're sick, covers you with a blanket when you fall asleep on the couch. She commands the elements, but she cares for you like the most fragile thing.
• WORDS OF AFFIRMATION: Storm speaks in a voice like music. She calls you her "quiet harbor" and says you're the only person who lets her close her eyes without fear. She thanks you for every small thing – she was raised to be a queen, and a queen values loyalty.
THE LITTLE THING: During a thunderstorm, Storm comes to you, lies down beside you, and lets you run your fingers through her hair. The storm outside quiets – not because she's controlling it, but because she let herself be just Ororo, loved.
𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑Anna Marie
WHAT SHE CALLS YOU: Playfully, with a Southern drawl: "Sugar" or "Sweetheart." When serious and scared: "My lucky charm." In moments of despair, she whispers against your shoulder (through fabric): "My everything."
• SACRIFICE: She's always finding ways to touch you. Runs her fingers across your palm through her glove, nuzzles your neck when you sleep. She remembers your warmth through kisses to the back of your head (through your hair). She only removes her glove in the rarest moments – to run her bare palm across your cheek, risking everything because she needs to feel you for real, even just for a second.
• WORDS OF AFFIRMATION: She constantly checks: "Did I hurt you? Does it hurt?" But when you say you love her, she always answers: "Are you crazy?" – with a wide, teary smile. She says every fear aloud because she trusts you. She says "I love you" a hundred times a day – like she's afraid she won't get to say it tomorrow.
• ACTS OF SERVICE: When you're sick, she double-gloves and makes you soup – standing at the stove with her back to you so you won't see her cry from helplessness that she can't just hold you under the blanket. She walks you to the door and waits until you're out of sight to make sure you're okay. She knits you scarves and mittens – so you'll be warm even when she's not there.
THE LITTLE THING: When you fall asleep, Rogue sits on the floor beside the bed, rests her head near your hand (through the blanket), and just listens to you breathe. She doesn't sleep – she guards your dreams.
𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑Raven Darkholme
WHAT SHE CALLS YOU: She uses code names or mocking nicknames to throw others off. But when it's just you two, in the dark, her voice drops: "Little one" – with a tenderness she'd kill anyone else for hearing. When she's angry or scared, she snarls "Mine" – possessive, feral, absolute.
• PROTECTION: She doesn't let people touch her. But she touches you constantly – a hand on your lower back, fingers brushing your jaw as she "adjusts" your collar, her body pressing you against a wall when she needs to feel you breathe. Every touch is calculated, but when she forgets to calculate, her hands tremble. She'll shift into someone you trust just to hold you when you can't hold yourself. It breaks her that you're the only one who sees her underneath.
• ACTS OF SERVICE: She will burn the world for you. Literally. She tracks down everyone who ever hurt you – and they disappear. She leaves evidence trails that lead away from you. She'll steal medicine, money, identities – whatever you need – and never tell you the cost. Her love is in the bodies she buries so you can sleep peacefully.
• QUALITY TIME: She doesn't do dates. She does stakeouts – you and her on a rooftop, sharing a cigarette, watching the city burn below. She talks about nothing while meaning everything. When she's quiet and lets you lean against her shoulder, that's her surrender. She'll fall asleep on you only if she trusts you with her life – which is the rarest gift she owns.
THE LITTLE THING: She changes her face to kiss you sometimes – because she wants you to feel what it's like to be kissed by every version of her. But when she's vulnerable, she comes to you in her natural blue form – her true, naked, uncut self – and waits for you to not look away. When you don't, she breaks.
pussy drunk reader x nikki who’s overwhelmed by the pleasure and starts begging, whining and pushing reader off her but reader ignores the pleas and continues anyways ???
You can feel Nikki's thighs tremble around your head as you flatten your tongue on her pussy and lick upward, wrapping your lips around her swollen and sensitive clit. Her wetness gushes in your mouth, trickling down your throat and making you more intoxicated by her sweet taste.
Nikki pushes her hips down and tries to wiggle away, her voice all whiny as she begs. "Please. Can't take any more. It's too much."
Her whole body is trembling, hands weakly pushing at your head that's planted firmly between her legs. You hum at her touch and continue licking her soaked pussy, pushing her legs up and holding them open so you can shove your tongue inside her.
"I know you can take it, baby," you moan, peering up at her with half-lidded eyes. "You're my good girl. Isn't that right?"
Nikki chokes on her whimper as you sink two fingers inside of her, her body seizing up and going limp against the bed as they slam deep inside roughly.
You bite down on her thigh and grunt. "Isn't that right, Nikki?"
Nikki nods dumbly and starts babbling. "Yes, 'm your good girl. I'm good for you. Do anything for you."
Her back is arched while you push a third finger inside of her, your tongue flicking over her puffy clit, making her gasp for air. A tear slides down her cheek from the overstimulation, and she sniffles while clutching the bed sheets.
"You taste so fuckin' good, sweetie. I'm obsessed."
You pull your fingers out of her and shove them in your mouth, swirling your fingers around and cleaning up every drop of her wetness. Nikki's cunt throbs and pulses, and you're in a trance as you watch cum seep out of her pretty hole. Your eyes follow as it drips down, and you hurriedly lean forward to lick it up with your tongue.
All Nikki can do when your lips are on her pussy again is shudder. Her hands flap loosely on the bed, feet kicking in the air as you bob your head up and down on her clit. The filthy wet sounds coming from her pussy fill the room, and it has you pushing your hips into the bed to hump the mattress.
Notes: Howdy! Many many post ago I made some random comment that Grace had a sweat kink. So I’m just making excuse to talk about it more on these Grace x GN!Reader HC lol. Sweat it up GraceHeads! NSFW
Grace isn’t really too keen of the gym, it can be far too crowded and overstimulating by all the machines present. But she finds it a tad bit tolerable if you go with her.
She just enjoys your presence and she finds the gym more fun with you. You’re just easy going even when you’re locked in on your workouts. You just want your girlfriend to be comfortable in a place you frequently visit.
She prefers cardio, she’s a fan of the treadmill or even the stair master. She rather have her legs moving than lifting heavy weights.
But that doesn’t mean she won’t lift any weights. She will do some light lifting, and you’ll even help spot her if she wants to challenge herself and lift something a little heavier.
There have been a few times where you accidentally may have gotten a bit too close to Grace at the gym. Maybe you brushing up behind her helping her keep a steady balance when she’s at the squat rack. She’s not sure if you are doing it on accident or not. But she’s keeping an eye on you making sure there’s no funny business going on.
If Grace is curious about some machine, she’ll ask you if you could show her real quick. You’re always happy to assist, you know how injuries can happen so you’re pretty thorough on to properly and safely use one of the bigger machines.
If she sees an interesting class the gym is running, she’s definitely dragging you along as well. Even if it’s something you’ve not entirely interested in, you’ll go with her to be supportive.
Grace is pretty flexible (you’re very lucky for this) so she actually enjoy taking a yoga or Pilates class. You on the other hand are naturally stiff so it takes you a bit longer to limber up. So when you are getting into your deeper stretches, Grace can’t help but blush at the sight of your form in motion.
But when you watch Grace from the corner of your eye, you feel like the room is a 100 times hotter. And when she lets out a small sound/moan from a good stretch, you feel like you won’t last very long in the class. You definitely had to excuse yourself early from class a few times not only to catch your breath, but the more you watch Grace stretch, you felt like steam was coming out of your ears.
She also has been attending a few boxing classes with you. It’s something fun for you 2 to blow off some steam and hit some extremely heavy bags. You got to admit, but Grace has a hell of a stamina in that tiny body of hers.
She accidentally struck you in the stomach once because you weren’t paying attention and the next thing you knew you were on the ground. Grace was practically in tears fearing she hurt you, but instead you were praising her gut shot on you.
Your favorite is after workout stretches because that’s when your hands get to help your girlfriend stretch out to reduce the stiffness from post workouts. You had to remember to behave yourself because you 2 were still out in a public gym so you had to be good for Grace’s sake.
NSFW
Grace participates in very little PDA with you, but you on the other hand can’t help to get a little handsy sometimes. You’re helping her with squats, you might have your hand wander to her ass. Hey you’re standing behind her…no one else is going to see it!
After a hard workout, having a private sauna sessions sounds nice. Getting to be sticky with your smoking hot girlfriend is always a nice reward. Grace is just looking forward to wind down and relax her body. You on the other hand had some other ideas…
You might have accidentally dropped your towel in front of her a few times too many. Grace is already exhausted and she can’t even get a word out, that’s how speechless she is when she sees you all sweaty and naked.
And taking advantage of the private sauna, after some convincing, she’s letting you finger her underneath her towel. Grace is not getting completely naked because she has a fear of getting caught by some innocent patron because you couldn’t wait until you got home.
But that doesn’t stop Grace from being loud as possible in the hot box. This girl is moaning and yelping very loudly because of your fingers. And by the time you are leaving the gym, the workers are already giving you 2 the side eye. You can’t help but grin from ear to ear while Grace looks so mortified because she definitely knows she can’t come back to this gym.
But once you 2 get home from the gym, she genuinely looks pissed at you. But then the next thing you know, Grace is going at it with you in the hottest way possible. Literally ripping off all your clothes, it must be that extra energy from the gym.
She loves your natural musk after a work out, so she’s licking you up and down like a feral cat. Her tongue on you is working overtime and she’s getting you back for what happened in the sauna.
She definitely spends more time focusing on your armpit though (kink alert!) she’s rubbing her nose all over underneath your arm. And when she’s licking your arm pits getting a taste of your tangy sweat, Grace is already getting herself off.
But after a post workout session in the bedroom, you and your girl are taking a well deserved soak in the bath tub. The aftercare is sweet and tender, but Grace might suggest you 2 can’t workout together anymore because if she does this every time with you, she’s going to be sore forever!
A/N: you can’t tell me Kara “you don’t have to be nice, but be good” Zor-El doesn’t have a praise kink.
Kara liked being in control of her life. It was probably an effect of being powerless when Argo died around her, of landing on a new planet where she had nothing and knew no one. Life was chaotic and random, so Kara needed to be in control of what she could. She needed to be in control of herself.
Sometimes, though, she needed to let go. She needed to relinquish control and be reminded of how good she was.
Today was one of those times. Kara had had that particular look on her face when she’d flown into your apartment this evening. She’d looked lost, almost like a sad puppy. Nothing bad had happened, she’d assured you in between soft, needy kisses on your couch, it had just been one of those days. One of those weeks, really. Maybe even one of those months, if she was honest with herself.
That led you to the bedroom after multiple check-ins, and you’d be lying to yourself if you thought you didn’t need this just as much as Kara did. You gently kissed her cheek and stepped back.
“Kneel.”
Kara sank to her knees and stared up at you with wide eyes. God, you’d never get over this view—your girlfriend still in her suit, hair wind-tousled, so pliant and eager as you stood above her. Supergirl kneeling at your feet, vulnerable and trusting. Arousal and affection blossomed in your gut in equal measures.
You trailed a finger down her jaw to her chin, tilting her face to look into her eyes. “Good girl.”
She shivered.
“What do you need, Kara?”
“Please.”
Fuck. The whine in Kara’s voice nearly made you cave. You swallowed thickly and crooned, “I need more words than that, gorgeous. Don’t be shy.”
“Please let me use my mouth on you,” she pleaded, voice unsteady.
You often waited for Kara to beg harder, but you knew that wasn’t what she needed today—you’d known from the second you’d laid eyes on her. “Go ahead, baby.”
Kara slid your bottoms down your legs before kissing her way up your thighs, stopping to suckle marks into your skin. Kara loved leaving hickies wherever she could, loved leaving proof that you were hers. It was sweet. And hot.
As soon as she reached the apex of your thighs she dove in, tongue licking up, down, and around, but avoiding where you were most sensitive. It set your nerves ablaze with pleasure. This wouldn’t be enough to make you come, though. You both knew it.
You loosely fisted Kara’s hair and guided her mouth where you wanted her. Kara responded by gently flicking her tongue against you before sucking so hard you swore she was trying to draw out your soul.
“Fuck,” you choked out as stars danced across your vision. You were going to finish embarrassingly fast if she kept going like this. “I love it when you do that. You make me feel so good. Such a good girl for me.”
Hands grabbed the back of your thighs, pulling you even closer to Kara’s eager mouth. She continued licking and sucking, changing her pace when you least expected it. Tension visibly drained from her body as she lost herself in pleasuring you—in being good for you.
You wanted to remember this image forever: Kara’s face buried between your thighs, lips shiny with you and eyes shut in pure bliss. God, you were lucky. Lucky and aroused. Your grip tightened on Kara’s hair and she whined. Fuck, you needed to come.
“Make me come, Kar. I’m so close, baby.”
Kara pulled you impossibly closer to her face. She let you cant your hips towards her mouth, chasing your orgasm. White hot pleasure built within you as her mouth moved inhumanly fast.
“Fu—” your breath caught in your chest as the pressure in your core exploded. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
The waves of your orgasm spread through your entire body. Kara kept her mouth on you as your eyes rolled back in your head, tingling ecstasy filling you from head to toe. Your legs went limp, Kara’s super strength the only thing keeping you upright. And still, you kept coming.
You finally came down from your high; your ears were pounding and Kara’s face was covered in your cum. You cupped her face with both of your hands and spoke,
“That was amazing.” You had to take a second to catch your breath before speaking again. “You’re amazing.”
The next thing you knew, you were in the air as Kara carried you to the bed. She set you down gently and peppered kisses all over your body as you recovered from your earth-shattering orgasm.
When your heartbeat returned to normal and you could feel your legs again, you sat up. You pulled Kara into your lap and kissed her, tangling your fingers in her hair. She let you slip your tongue past her lips into her mouth as you continued kissing, languidly making out. Kara fucking tasted like you and you loved it. She loved it too, if her grinding into your lap was any indication.
Pulling away from the kiss, you looked at her with pure adoration. “You did so good for me, sweetheart.” Her hips ground down against you at the praise. You grinned. “Let me return the favor.”
There was something so intimate about undressing Kara when she was in her super suit. You removed the layers she put on for other people – Supergirl, Kara Danvers, and even Kara Zor-El – until she was just Kara. Not that Kara was just anything, but being allowed to see her at her most vulnerable warmed your chest.
“Wanna see you naked too,” Kara whined.
You became aware that you were still dressed from the waist up and quickly shucked off the rest of your clothing. “Better?” You asked.
Kara nodded.
Your voice was soft but firm as you said, “lie back on the pillows, baby.”
Kara all but scrambled to comply. You slotted your thigh between her legs and planted your hands around her shoulders. She was a vision sent from the heavens—blonde hair haloed around her head on your pillow, eyes blown with lust, and legs parted perfectly to reveal glistening folds.
“You’re so beautiful,” you whispered into Kara's ear.
You kissed your way from behind her ear down her jaw and sucked lightly on her neck. It was impossible for you to leave hickies on her here on Earth, but Kara loved the sensation anyway. She loved it even more when you put your mouth on her breasts. Maintaining steady eye contact with her, you scraped your teeth against her rosy nipple, one hand coming down to knead her other breast. Kara arched her chest into your touch and chased your thigh with her wet core. If you could spend an eternity worshipping her breasts, you would do it in a heartbeat.
Kara, on the other hand, needed you somewhere else. She gently guided your head downwards and you acquiesced. You kissed your way down her toned stomach as you settled on your front in between her legs. A surge of arousal tugged at your core as you stared at her. Kara’s clit stood out from its hood and her inner thighs were smeared with evidence of her arousal. Her hair was disheveled, her pupils were blown, and her lips were puffy and parted. She looked debauched and you hadn’t even properly touched her yet.
“I want to taste you so bad, Kar.” The words fell from your lips as both an admission and a request.
Kara nodded vigorously. “Yes. Please.”
Permission granted, you kissed her clit before beginning to eat her out in earnest. Something switched on in your brain the instant her taste hit your tongue. You moaned as you worked your tongue against her, needing to taste more of her.
Kara whimpered and attempted to grind herself into your mouth, but your arm came down across her hips.
“Let me do all the work, baby,” your tone was both reassuring and warning.
Kara’s hips stilled. You rewarded her by slipping one, then two, fingers inside her as your mouth continued working her towards her orgasm. Your fingers met no resistance as they slid in and out, easily finding the rough surface of her g-spot within her smooth, warm walls. Kara threw her head back in pleasure, but her hips remained on the bed.
“So pretty, baby. Doing so well for me,” you said in between kisses to her clit. “My good girl.” You took her clit into your mouth and sucked.
Kara came, catching you both by surprise. She sobbed your name over and over as she shook and clenched around your fingers. A splash of fluid hit your face as you worked her through her orgasm with your mouth, continuing to pump your fingers.
You gently removed your fingers and mouth from Kara when she went limp on the bed. You crawled back up until your eyes were level with each other. She immediately took your pruny fingers into her mouth, laving her tongue over them and sucking her juices from your hand. She let your fingers go with a wet pop once she deemed them sufficiently clean. A groan escaped your lips. You muffled it by pressing your lips against hers, relishing in your combined tastes.
When air became a necessity, you pulled back and rested your foreheads together.
“I love making you come like that.”
“You mean after, like, three minutes of fucking me?” Kara buried her head in the crook of your neck and you laughed. You pressed a kiss into her hairline.
“I’m serious,” you said, “you know I love it when you’re good for me.”
She squirmed at the praise, but didn’t protest, just rolled your bodies over so she was resting on top of you.
You ran your fingers through her hair, lightly scratching her scalp. “Feeling better?”
Kara burrowed into your chest. “Do you really need to ask after I came on your face?”
“Yes.”
“I feel great, for your information,” Kara booped your nose with her finger. She wriggled her hips. “I could go another round, though.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.” She lowered her voice and purred directly into your ear. “I want to reward you for taking care of me.”
You gasped as arousal shot straight in between your legs. “Kara, you don’t have to. Tonight was about you.”
“I want to. What do you want, babe?” She smirked, knowing you could never say “no” to her.
You thought about it for a moment, ideas swirling in your head. “Baby?”
“Yeah?” Kara responded. The look in your eyes made her breath catch in her chest.
the idea of rhaenrya just being completely enamored with you is so !!!
she's just fascinated with every little thing about you. the way you style your hair, the dresses you choose to wear, the way the color of the fabric plays against your skin tone. any bit of exposed skin that isn't typical, the flash of a bare wrist or the soft skin beneath your collarbone sends her reeling.
rhaenrya wants to study you. she wants to observe your eyes in every different light, watch the way they gleam beneath the sunlight or shine through the darkness. she wants to see how they look all squinted up with laughter, or that stony stare you give to most of the other lords and ladies that surround you.
the sweep of your nose and the curve of your jaw, the shape of your ears and the fullness of your lips, the way your brows are so very expressive and how your cheeks dimple when you smile. rhaenrya wants to commit it all to memory.
and yet, more than that, it's your mind that intrigues her, the very soul at the center of you. you have a beautiful laugh and a heart-stopping smile, and she wants to see you happy all the time. but there's a fierceness, a fire deep within you that calls out to her.
the dragon has three heads, after all.
she wants to learn all of your idiosyncrasies, she wants to memorize your speech patterns and inflection the way she wants to memorize the shape of your collarbone curving towards your shoulders. she wants to be able to anticipate your pleasure and your anger, learn your likes and dislikes and hopes and fears like the back of her hand.
just an all consuming friendship that she cannot stop from blossoming, growing into something more, something neither of you can control any longer. and, truthfully, this is what she's wanted all along.
Lara is very affectionate, but she tells herself that it's because you want her to be. She likes kissing you a lot, but if the two of you are in public or doing something that requires focus, she will settle for a bit of hand holding instead.
B - Best friend
Lara as your best friend is fiercely protective. She gets busy so she can't always be there in an instant, but she will always make sure you're safe and taken care of if she can help it. Your friendship most likely started during college when she was trying to "slum it" because nobody in the higher circles really ever caught her attention as someone to be friends with.
C - Cuddles
Lara likes cuddling quite a bit and it's the best way for her to fall asleep soundly. She tends to be the big spoon, but if you don't want to spoon, she likes to have you tucked into her chest with your weight on top of her.
D - Domestic
Lara isn't the type to settle down, but when she's home, she will play house with you nicely. She doesn't cook a lot since most of her meals consist of just eating meat to stay up on her protein, but she does a decent job of cleaning up after herself if she isn't too tired.
E - Ending
Lara is kind of an evader, so she'll quickly tell you things are over and leave under the guise of giving you space. It's unlikely that you'll see her much if at all after that unless she wants you back.
F - Fiance
Lara was dodgy about a serious relationship at first, but once she opens up to it, she wants it all. Lara wants to make sure she's got a long clearing in her schedule before you get married. She surprises herself by how present she wants to be for every step of the process.
G - Gentle
Lara can be a bit brash emotionally, but she's very cautious about you physically. It's easier for her to be gentle with you physically than emotionally by far.
H - Hugs
Lara likes when you hug her. She reserves it mostly for if one of you was in danger and she needs to be grounded. She hugs tightly and refuses to let go before she's ready.
I - I love you
Lara dances around it for a bit, but when she does say it, it slips out so casually that you're left wondering if she had said it before. (She definitely had, but you had been dead asleep at the time.)
J - Jealousy
Lara gets ridiculously jealous for someone who is as much of a catch as her. There's the flash anger that leads to a confrontation with whoever was flirting with you, sulking and pouting when you call her out for immature behavior, and then the slower anger that gets let out after you get home.
K - Kisses
Lara kisses hungrily, like she can't get enough of you. If it isn't your lips, she's kissing your neck. She likes when you kiss her jaw and shoulders, especially when you bit her shoulders a little.
L - little ones
Lara is great around children. She's got a lot of energy and can be pretty excitable, which the kids feed off of. You always get a little baby fever after you watch her around kids.
M - Morning
Lara wasn't a morning person when she used to stay up all the time, but once she sees how annoyed you get about her chipper mood, she forces herself to be a morning person. She'll get up early and make a hearty breakfast that almost always sends you right back to sleep before she hits the gym.
N - Night
Lara used to either go out to blow off steam or research until the sun came up, but with you, it's different. She clings to your side and does almost anything you want. Most of the time, the two of you find a movie to watch (you like the ones where she is fuming at the historical inaccuracies.)
O - Open
Lara lets little things slip throughout your relationship. She does it subtly almost like she's waiting to see if you're listening. You always are, and Lara falls even more in love with you when she realizes how much you care about her.
P - Patience
She's got a short temper. It's better with you, but expect to fight with Lara about stupid things sometimes because she just needs to let it out.
Q - Quizzes
Lara tries to remember everything, to the point where she has a journal all about you. She doesn't show it to you, but you did find her passed out reading it one night.
R - Remember
Lara's favorite moment in your relationship is the night you danced together at a friend's wedding. You looked gorgeous in your bridesmaid dress, and it was that night Lara realized that she wanted to marry you. It didn't freak her out even a little when you caught the bouquet.
S - Security
Lara is super protective of you. She believes you're capable, but knows that she is even more so. She is better at protecting you physically than emotionally, and thinks it's one of her biggest flaws that she ends up hurting your feelings more often than other people. She only really accepts your attempts to protect her in the form of comfort after a stressful situation.
T - Try
At first, Lara puts mostly money into it, but the more she learns what you actually like, the more things change. She'll still drop an absurd amount of money for a night or two with you, but it's no longer just a fancy restaurant neither of you can enjoy.
U - Ugly
Lara has a bad habit of speaking without thinking of how harsh her words sound. Her worst habit if her recklessness though. You hate how willing she is to just sacrifice herself without any thought to how much you need her in your life.
V - Vanity
Lara knows she's hot, but it's also mostly effortless. She isn't spending hours getting ready for anything, and you hate watching how little it takes to make her look like a masterpiece sometimes. It's also obvious that she doesn't care that much when she gets a nasty bruise or cut on her face, so you doubt she's concerned with getting old.
W - Whole
Lara hates being away from you. She contemplated giving up her life's work when she proposed, but you wouldn't let her. She absolutely would not be able to go on as usual without you in her life.
X - Xtra
You wore one of Lara's sweatshirts one day when it was a bit cold, and suddenly her wardrobe expanded to more than just the usual tank tops and cargo shorts. You only ever wear what smells like her, and Lara always takes a sneaky picture or two of you in her clothes when she notices.
Y - Yuck
Lara hates cruelty and abuses of power. She would do anything for you, but that's with the caveat that you wouldn't misuse her love and devotion. If she thought you were using her, she would leave immediately.
Z - Zzz
Lara likes weight on her when she sleeps, and if you're not there, she will burrow under all the pillows that she claimed weren't necessary, but made no move to remove from the bed in the first place.
- She does expect after care and ofc she’ll also give you after care
- If you don’t give her aftercare she’ll call you out on it but not too directly. She’ll say something but if you don’t get the cue she’ll just act like it’s not a big deal and just go “whatever”.
- If this goes on for a bit tho and u really are clueless she will tell you and be like “tf is up with that?”, still trying to make it seem like she doesn’t care that much tho to not seem too needy.
- She’ll play with your hair as you two cuddle and hold your hand or touch your fingers.
- She likes both you laying on her chest or vice versa she doesn’t really have a preference on that.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
on you:
- Boobs definitely. If you two are kissing she will put her hands under your shirt. When she’s undressing you she also will kiss them every time idc.
- At the same time tho she doesn’t always/necessarily see your body as sexual. You two could be showering together or you could be changing but she can look at you naked or at your boobs without it always being sexual.
- She also likes your thighs. Not specifically because they’re big or small but she likes running her fingers on your them or kissing your inner thighs cause she knows how much you like it. She also enjoys laying between them.
(- oh and sexually she also really likes your hair and your eyes.)
on her:
- On her again I still thing she like her boobs. She likes when you two kiss and neither of you have your shirts or/and bras on and your chests are pressed together.
- Other than that I’d say her waist and her back, she likes wearing low waisted things cause they look very good on her.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
- Honestly just the regular stuff.
- She likes to make you finish ofc but yeah I don’t think there’s anything specific to put here.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
- She has a thing for vampires and has read or is currently reading a book about a lesbian love story including a vampire.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
- She has experience with guys but not with girls.
- That said she knows what she’s doing since she’s not a virgin. She’ll just do what she would do with a guy and adapt where she can’t for obvious reasons. Also with you she performs less in bed so it is a bit different but she’s not awkward.
- To compensate that she’s not experienced with girls she has as a reference how she touches herself considering she is also a girl. And likes making sure you’re into it and all so she does pay attention to what your reactions are.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
- She does really like the missionary. She gets to kiss and bite your neck snd your shoulders. She also gets to look at you and kiss.
- Not her all time favourite but she’s pretty into scissoring. Usually she’s she one on top. In general she likes to be on top but she’d a switch.
- If you’re eating her out she’s laying on the bed half sitting (she doesn’t like to do that standing, whether it’s you going down on her or vice versa). She keeps her legs open most of the time so she can look at you with her hand in your hair. Then after a bit she ends up closing her thighs a bit on the sides of your face and laying back down.
(extra: while making out or while she’s undressing you her knee will be between your legs).
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
- She’s usually pretty serious, she does make some jokes but it really is just her teasing you.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
- I think she leaves some hair on the top like in a triangle shape (either that or a landing strip) but she does shave all of it sometimes.
- She likes to leave some of the hair most of the time but she only started doing it once realizing she was a lesbian because part of the reason she shaved fully before was because guys like that.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
- It really depends on the vibe I think. Either way she makes sure you’e comfortable with everything and that you’re enjoying it.
- She kisses you and your body a lot. She nibbles and kisses your neck, your shoulders, your breasts and your inner thighs. She also kisses you before, after and a few times during too.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
- She does it quite often but not that much.
- She uses her imagination most of the time, she’s not really into porn even tho she did own a magazine (and probably still does) at one point. If you tell her you don’t want her watching stuff like that she won’t, if it’s ok for you she’ll skim it once in a while.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
- She will bite you. Not hard enough to hurt you (or maybe a lik bit if you’re into that-).
- She’ll bite your neck, shoulders and your inner thighs mostly.
- It’s not a kink (I think) but she does enjoy if you wear her underwear. She thinks it’s so hot. Not even while you’re having sex just if you borrow them cause you two borrow eachother clothes.
- Also if you’re a bit bigger than her like (a few sizes so they still fit comfy enough) she’ll still let you have some even if they get a bit bigger. She dgaf.
- Again not really a kink but she is into spanking. Not hard enough to leave handprints or anything but she likes it if you slap her butt sometimes. Also if she’s using a strap-on on you from behind she will slap your butt. Small, big, flat, round doesn’t matter girl-
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
- In bed. It’s comfortable plus you two hang out and her or your house a lot so it’s the nearest and most convinient spot.
- Other places are also hot and all but her favourite spot is just in bed.
- After that another quite common one is the shower for sure. Not everytime you two slower together it turns into having sex but rubbing her soap on you does look pretty hot so…
- That said there are exceptions to everything. Like in the car after a night out once she gets one (or if you already have one).
- Also she has fingered you in a bar’s bathroom.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
- Sometimes she’ll just lay in bed before going to sleep or while watching tv and then randomly start thinking about you.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
- She would never have a threesome if she’s in a relationship or dating, doesn’t even think about it or think it’s hot. If she would be open to trying it out.
- Being called or calling you mommy. (Or daddy since Ik some lesbians or bisexual girls apparently are into that).
- She wouldn’t ever agree ro taking pictures or a video. Not necesseraly because she hates the idea but because even if she loves and trusts you she doesn’t want to be in the position of them getting leaked.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
- She really likes both giving and receiving.
- She doesn’t expect you to reciprocate every time she goes down on you since she does it cause she wants to not to get something out of it. But she will sometimes take a few seconds and go “now my turn” to yk invite you (ofc u can say no she won’t get offended or anything).
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
- It depends, most of the time it’s sensual but also not too slow (it depends on both the vibe and of course your preference).
- Even when it’s rougher it’s still not that rough. Maybe a little bit but mostly she’s just going fast.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
- It’s not her preference but she’s down.
- Unless you’re insistent on taking the lead you’re the one receiving.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
- If it was a hookup maybe she’s experiment more if you asked her to do something that would cause you pain (not talking about cutting but like- yk??). She’d still care not to hurt you, I mean you’re not a boy so why would she? But in a relationship no.
- Like if you aak her to choke you she will but lightly. Even if you ask her to do it harder she won’t.
- Overall she would experiment but doesn’t want to hurt you even if you do like it and ask her to and all pf that.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
- For a while girl-
- Unless she’s tired from something or doesn’t really feel like it she could go on for hours. Especially counting preliminaries and that she’s not constantly the one being stimulated so she can last a while.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
- She’s a lesbian but she likes penetration so she enjoys using some toys sometimes. They don’t look like a dick or look realistic tho if yk what I mean.
- She likes if you use it on her with your hand. On you tho (if you’re into it like all things on this list ofc-) she likes to use a strap on.
- In heneral she likes toys but most of the times you guys don’t them.
- She has said she’s done anal before so I feel like she has a but plug or she’d like to have one.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
- She likes teasing you but she doesn’t enjoy being teased or edged more then just one or two comments.
- She does tease you a little bit every time but she’ll only edge you if you openly ask her before hand or if u knowbyou’re really into it (even then it doesn’t happen all of the time. She likes it but she’s not super into it unless you are then it’s diff cause she likes pleasing you.).
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
- Her volume is in the middle. She moans and makes sounds bur she doesn’t scream or raise her voice much… most of the time.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
- She doesn’t like to have music playing in the background. If you ask her she’ll agree to it a few times but she’s not into it (with maybe few exceptions like it was already playing or you two are in the car).
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
- She does not have nipple piercing but she has been considering getting them.
- She does think they look nice but she’s not sure. She’s concearned of them not healing properly and all.
- She isn’t gost white but she does have pretty fair skin so it’s pink.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
- It’s definetly on the high end but not super high. Like it’s high but she can hang out with you without having sex no problem and stuff.
- For example if you two are cuddling she sees it as that, she actually likes non-sexual physical affection.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
- She only falls asleep quickly if she was already tired from her day or if it’s really late.
- She can definitely stay awake 1/2 hours more but usually it’s evening and you sleep over a lot so you teo just cuddle up and she goes to sleep after a bit.
I feel like I’ve said this a few times BUT I just want to specify it again that when I say “she will-“ it’s implied that you gave consent to that previously.
Making some of these were kinda hard so I hope someone likes ot
The party was in full swing. Drinks, music, and loud conversations blended with laughter.
Another year was about to come to an end, and according to Tony, that was reason enough to throw a party. The compound, it turned out, was just as suited for celebrations as it was for saving the world. Decorations everywhere, tables with food, plates, and empty glasses for guests. A live band played near the dance floor, filling the room with a lively rhythm that made it nearly impossible not to sway along.
The invitation had made one thing abundantly clear— formal attire required.
The boys all varied shirts, but their tailored pants were all alike. Sam, Scott, and Peter all chuckled every time they saw each other. They had somehow shown up wearing almost identical black dress pants despite insisting they hadn't coordinated.
Nearby, Wanda and Vision were discussing whether Tony had hired too many waiters for one party, while Clint was trying to convince Bucky to join him on the dance floor.
"There is absolutely no universe where that is happening," he deadpanned.
"You haven't even heard the next song!"
"I don't need to."
Steve watched the exchange over the rim of his glass, the corners of his mouth lifting into a small smile.
For once, there was no mission briefing waiting around the corner. No emergency alarms. No frantic calls from Fury demanding everyone's immediate attention. Just music, good food, friends. It almost felt… ordinary.
You found yourself smiling as you wandered around the room, exchanging greetings, and accepting a glass of champagne from one of the servers.
Everyone had made an effort, everyone looked good. Tony, naturally, looked like he'd stepped straight out of the pages of a luxury magazine, while Pepper looked effortlessly stunning beside him. Even Bruce had traded his usual cardigans for a perfectly fitted charcoal suit.
Conversation around you continued uninterrupted. The band seamlessly transitioned into another song, yet all of it seemed to fade away when you saw her.
Natasha stepped out as though she'd been carved from the evening itself. The black dress she wore was elegant without trying too hard, the fabric catching the warm lights with every measured step she took. It hugged her figure perfectly before falling effortlessly just below her ankles. Her red hair, usually tied back for practicality, fell in soft waves over one shoulder.
Your brain, usually capable of handling fights, missions, and Natasha's sarcasm, chose that exact moment to stop functioning altogether.
You forgot about the champagne in your hand, about the music. You even forgot you were supposed to blink. There was only one coherent thought left: my girlfriend.
The realization somehow made her even prettier, as if that single word changed everything. Not Natasha Romanoff, not Black Widow, not the world's most intimidating spy. Your girlfriend.
The woman who stole your sweaters, stole the blankets every night despite denying it, left half-finished books scattered around your shared room, and absentmindedly reached for your hand whenever you walked together. The woman who loved you.
She hadn't noticed you yet. You weren't sure whether to be grateful or disappointed, because it gave you a few more seconds to admire her. Your heart, unfortunately, had no interest in behaving. It thudded against your ribs with the same ridiculous enthusiasm it had months ago on your very first date.
Apparently, falling in love wasn't something that happened once. Apparently, it happened over and over again. Especially when Natasha Romanoff walked into a room looking like that.
You didn't notice yourself smiling. Natasha did.
The moment her eyes swept across the room, they found you with the same ease they always had. It didn't matter how crowded the compound became or how many people stood between you— she had always been able to find you.
The second your eyes met, her expression softened almost imperceptibly. Not enough for anyone else to catch, just enough for you.
The corner of her mouth curved upward. She excused herself from the group she'd barely joined and began making her way toward you.
Every step only made things worse. The dress wasn't flashy, it didn't need to be. Natasha had never been someone who demanded attention. She simply… earned it.
The soft fabric moved gracefully with each step, the warm light reflected off the delicate necklace resting against her collarbone.
Your pulse betrayed you. This is ridiculous, you had been dating for eight months. You have literally seen this woman wearing one of your oversized hoodies while reading. Get a grip.
"…You're staring."
The voice beside you made you jump. She was even prettier up close.
The faint scent of her perfume reached you— subtle, familiar, one you'd come up to associate with slow mornings and quiet evenings together.
Your mouth suddenly forgot how language worked. "Hi."
Brilliant. A whole two letters.
Natasha's lips twitched. "That's all I get?"
"…Hi."
She laughed quietly. "I liked the first one better." Then, she gently leaned in, "you've been avoiding me."
"I have not." You answered almost in autopilot.
"I have been here for forty-three seconds."
"You counted?"
"I always count," she slightly raised an eyebrow.
"Of course you do."
"You've been looking at me the entire time."
"…I can explain."
"I'd love to hear it," she countered.
You took a sip of champagne to buy yourself time. Unfortunately, the glass was empty. Perfect.
Natasha folded her arms. "I'm waiting."
"You…" you sighed, "look nice."
One eyebrow lifted, "nice?"
You internally winced. Nice? Really?
Your girlfriend looked like she'd stepped out of a magazine cover and the best adjective you could produce was nice.
Natasha bit the inside of her cheek. "I look…," she tilted her head innocently, "nice?"
"I hate that you're making me elaborate."
"I know."
"You enjoy this far too much," you accused.
"I do." She stepped closer. Close enough that the rest of the room blurred into little more than music and warm lights. "So…" her voice dropped just enough for only you to hear, "elaborate."
You looked everywhere except her face. The chandelier, the dance floor, anywhere.
Natasha gently hooked a finger beneath your chin. "Eyes on me."
That little phrase did things to you. Your gaze snapped back to hers. Mistake. A terrible, wonderful mistake.
"You…" you started again, quieter this time, "are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
The teasing smile faded completely.
You kept going before courage abandoned you. "I thought I was prepared, I knew you were dressing up. I even told myself not to overreact." A small, breathless laugh escaped you. "Then you walked in…" you shook your head, "and I genuinely forgot where I was."
For perhaps the first time that evening, Natasha Romanoff looked genuinely caught off guard. A delicate flush rose beneath the freckles dusting her cheeks. Tiny, barely noticeable, but unmistakably there.
"You…" she began. Then stopped.
You blinked. Had you… broken Natasha's ability to speak?
She recovered quickly— of course she did— but not quickly enough. "I think," she said, clearing her throat, "you're exaggerating."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"I'm really not," you insisted. You reached up, smoothing an imaginary crease from the sleeve of her dress. "I've spent the last five minutes trying to remember how to breathe."
Natasha looked down for a second, shaking her head with a smile that was almost shy.
Almost.
When she looked back at you, her eyes had softened into something so unbearably affectionate that your chest ached. "I wore this dress because I thought you'd like it."
You smiled. "I do."
She waited. "That's it?"
"No." You took her hand, "I love it." Another beat, "I love you in it. And…" you continued, your thumb brushed over her knuckles, "I can't wait to help you out of it later."
Silence.
Complete, stunned silence.
Natasha's eyes widened by the smallest fraction, then she laughed. Not because the line was funny, but because… for the first time all evening, you had finally managed to make her blush.
"There she is," she murmured, squeezing your hand.
"Who?"
"The woman I've been trying to flirt with all night."
You grinned, feeling your confidence return. "Oh?"
"Mhm. And she finally flirted back."
You smiled, "I learned from the best."
Natasha leaned in, close enough that only you could hear the smile in her voice. "I may have created a monster."
"Too late." You smiled against her cheek as the band began a slower song. "I'm your monster now."
She laughed softly, the sound warm and utterly fond. "No," she whispered, intertwining your fingers before guiding you toward the dance floor. "My favorite person."
Somehow, hearing that in the middle of a room full of music and conversation made every other sound disappear.
Natasha Romanoff as a Girlfriend - Cuddling Edition
Natasha is NOT a cuddler. She hates physical touch, she thinks cuddling should be outgrown by age 11, and thinks having your body pressed up to someone else’s is just weird.
…or so she claims.
Because she’s never able to relax when she’s not touching you. Whenever you’re in the room and you’re not touching, her eyes are glued to you. She barely blinks, it’s scary. She’s always trying to sit or stand as close to you as possible, so her hand can “accidentally” brush yours, or her leg can “accidentally” press against yours.
And at home, especially when she’s sleepy?
You’re trapped. You can’t go ANYWHERE, because she is ALWAYS ON TOP OF YOU. And this is Natasha Romanoff we’re talking about. She is STRONG. Most of the time it’s cute, but too bad for you if you need to pee and she’s wrapped around you like a koala.
She hugs you close all through the night, because it’s the only way she can sleep. Her grip is always a little too tight, and there’s something desperate in the way she holds onto you, which she’ll never admit.
Summary: You’ve always been the grounded, responsible leader who plans every move, while Kara carries the silent weight of being Krypton’s last memory. When she admits that her people's entire history, poetry, and science will die with her, you decide to do something about it. Four months of secret late-night sessions with Four in the Fortress of Solitude later, you prove that she’ll never have to carry Krypton alone again.
Warnings: angst to fluff; heavy emotional soft hours; learning alien languages just to tease your girlfriend; domestic tenderness
Part 6 of a series. You can read it all of it here
Mentions: Requested by @tangayriineee
---
The House of El was made of scientists, engineers, and biologists. In Argo, Kara grew up surrounded by books, models, and sketches of technology far too advanced for the human race. Once she arrived on Earth, she realized that all of it was gone — except for the tiny bit of information available in the Fortress of Solitude. Clark didn't know the language, so it was hard for him to understand everything that his parents had stored in the Fortress: the myths, the science, the history. To Clark, it didn't make a difference because they weren't his people — but they were hers.
Everything Kara had left of her people was in the Fortress, being roughly translated into English by the robotic servants whenever Clark bothered to ask.
That's why she spent so much time there, sometimes even forgetting about the rest of the world. Tonight was one of those times.
"Kara!" Clark shouted as we entered the Fortress. Kara was surrounded by projections of symbols I didn't understand, and neither did Clark. "We've been waiting for you for over an hour!"
Kara didn't even move. She was too focused on whatever it was that she was reading to notice our presence.
"Four, how long has she been here?"
The robotic servant turned to us.
"8 hours, 41 minutes, and 17 seconds." Then it turned to me. "Who are you?"
"A friend of your master."
"You don't look friendly."
"I didn't say I was *your* friend."
"Y/N!" Clark stared at me with wide eyes, exasperated by my lack of concern for Kara. "She's been here for eigh—"
"Yes, I heard." I moved past Clark to get closer to Kara. "Let's reschedule dinner. I'm sure Lois will understand." I waved him goodbye as I grabbed a chair to sit by Kara's side. "Thanks for the ride."
After standing still for a moment, as if trying to figure out my behavior, he shook his head and flew away.
Kara had told me that she felt like standing Clark and Lois up for tonight's dinner, but I didn't expect her to actually do it.
She was still focused on her reading as I studied her face — I had never seen her so concentrated, so I decided not to interrupt.
Instead, I motioned to Four with a hand gesture and spoke in a low voice:
"What's she reading?"
The robot started to read it in Kryptonian — and that finally made Kara move.
She turned towards us with a surprised and then confused expression.
"What are you doing here?" Kara asked. "How the hell did you get here?"
"You really didn't hear us, huh?" I tilted my head to look at what she was reading. "What are you doing?"
"Reading." She turned off the projection and stepped away quickly.
I frowned at her — what was she hiding?
"Four, could you translate what she was reading for me?"
"*My lungs are dry without your breath.*"
"...what?"
"Forget it," Kara intervened. "It can't be translated."
Kara was gathering her belongings without looking my way — boots and coat, because apparently, it was okay for her to walk barefoot on ice.
To her, the biting cold of the Fortress was easier to bear than holding my gaze.
After studying her for a second, I stepped closer. I could tell this was bigger than missing dinner — she was pulling away from me, and I wouldn't let her.
I held her shoulders and waited for her to look up at me.
"What's going on, Kara?"
"Don't use your serious voice on me. I'm not one of your Titans."
"This isn't my serious voice; this is my worried voice." I tilted my head, softly but firmly. "I don't care about you missing dinner, but I do care about what made you miss it." I paused, taking in her expression before taking a step back. "I know emotional conversations aren't really our thing, but we can talk about anything you want to." I looked around, studying the alien architecture of the Fortress. "Even your home."
Something behind Kara's eyes faltered before she looked away. It was the first time I saw her like that: teary-eyed, shying away from me. For a moment, I wanted to get closer, hold her tight, and protect her from this pain.
But there was nothing I could do to take away the pain of loss. I knew that grief was a void in her heart that would never be filled — not by me or anyone else.
That's why I gave her space. That's why I offered her silence instead of comfort.
"Poetry," she whispered. "Poetry from my people—" Her gaze moved to where the projections once were, as if remembering them by heart. "Science, myths, years of my family's research. Years of history." She sighed, tired. "Clark doesn't understand it. Nobody but me does... all this knowledge will die with me."
My heart broke for her. What could I say? She was right. No one would ever understand Krypton's culture like she did — she was, indeed, the last Daughter of Krypton. No other human or alien could explore the depths of the Kryptonian language or history like her.
That's why I did the only thing I knew could make her feel a little more at home — I made her smile.
"Wow," I said quietly. "You stood me up for an 8-hour study session?"
Kara snorted, caught off guard.
"Excuse me?"
"I mean, I never took you for a nerd, but—" I shrugged. "It's okay, I can live with that."
"You can live with me being a nerd?" she echoed, smirking as if she couldn't believe my words.
"Yes." I sighed, defeated, then moved closer to her again. With a feigned serious expression, I cupped her face and spoke firmly: "I love you — all nerdy, grumpy, alien, and angry." I smirked. "Especially angry."
She nudged me away before I could see her blushing.
It was the first time I told her I loved her.
"Shut up."
"Never." I wrapped my arms around her, walking with her towards the exit. Still avoiding my gaze, she picked me up — bridal style, because she knew I hated it — and flew me through the Antarctic to my apartment. With nothing but the sound of the wind in our ears, we crossed land and oceans until we landed on my apartment's balcony.
The night went on like many others: we had dinner and listened to music. Kara didn't mention Krypton or her family again; she ended up falling asleep on the couch. I took her to bed without waking her up and closed the door behind me once I left the room. Once I was alone, I texted Clark, ignoring the late hour: "I need to go to the Fortress again."
Learning Kryptonian wasn't like picking up Spanish or French. It wasn't just about memorizing words; it was about shifting the way my brain structured reality.
Clark was useless for this. He knew the basics, but he didn't understand the soul of Krypton — the nuance of its poetry, the depth of its history, or the subtle shifts in its ancient dialects. So, I went to the ones who did: the Fortress's robotic servants.
For four long months, I led double lives. By day, I was the disciplined leader of the Titans, scheduling training to the minute and keeping an eye on my team. By night, whenever Kara went back to her apartment or fell asleep on my couch, I snuck into the Fortress. Four became my instructor. With endless patience, the metallic servant walked me through holographic glyphs, correcting my awkward pronunciation and helping me decipher texts that hadn't been spoken aloud in decades. I filled notebooks with angular symbols until my fingers cramped, slowly learning how to read the language Kara thought would die with her.
I didn't do it to prove anything. I just wanted to bridge the gap.
Tonight was one of those nights.
I stepped into the Fortress quiet as a shadow. The Antarctic wind roared outside, but inside, the towering ice pillars kept the quiet stillness intact. Kara was in the exact same spot I’d found her months ago — floating slightly above the floor, enveloped in the blue glow of a massive holographic projection, completely lost in lines of Kryptonian script.
Four greeted me with a silent nod, stepping back to let me pass.
I didn't interrupt her. I simply grabbed a chair, dragged it over, and sat down right beside her.
Kara didn't turn off the projection this time. She barely glanced my way, too consumed by the glowing blue symbols hovering between us. I leaned back, resting my chin in my hand, and studied the text floating in front of us.
It was an old manuscript from Argo's archives.
Without making a grand gesture, without trying to show off, I just... talked to her. I pointed casually to a complex line near the center of the projection and spoke in fluent, softly accented Kryptonian:
"The third stanza feels a bit dramatic, doesn't it? The author is clearly overcomplicating the metaphor about the sun."
Kara froze.
The holographic light flickered across her face as her entire body went rigid. Slowly, almost as if she was afraid she was imagining things, her head turned toward me. Her blue eyes were wide, completely blown open in disbelief.
She blinked, searching my face.
"What..." Kara swallowed hard, her voice barely audible over the hum of the Fortress. "What did you just say?"
I shifted in my chair, looking back at the projection as if we were just discussing the weather, keeping my tone completely natural.
"I said the author is dramatic," I replied again in her native tongue, switching seamlessly between the glottal stops and soft vowels Four had drilled into me. "Although, knowing your family's flair for history, maybe that's just standard Argo literature."
Kara dropped her hands to her sides. She stared at me, her mind frantically trying to process what was happening.
"You're... you're speaking Kryptonian," she whispered in English, her voice cracking. "How? Clark doesn't even—"
"Clark didn't help," I said gently, finally switching back to English with a quiet smile. "Four did. I've been coming here late at night for four months. My accent is probably terrible, but I can read it now...I can learn the knowledge that you said would die with you."
Kara sat down on the ice floor right in front of my chair, completely unbothered by the cold. She looked at me like I was a puzzle she couldn't solve.
"Why?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. "Why would you go through all that trouble?"
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees to look directly into her eyes.
"Because I want to talk to you," I answered simply. "About everything. Your day, your missions, your thoughts... and Krypton. You said no one else understands it, but you shouldn't have to carry it all alone. I just wanted to be able to listen."
Something behind Kara's eyes broke. The guarded, heavy walls she kept up around her grief completely melted away.
Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over her lashes before she could stop them. It was a silent, overwhelming emotion — relief mixed with something so deep it didn't have a name.
Without a word, Kara lunged forward, throwing her arms around my neck and burying her face in the crook of my shoulder. She held onto me so tightly it nearly knocked the air out of my human lungs, her body trembling with quiet, tearful laughter. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her grounded in the middle of her lost world's memories.
"You are unbelievable," she choked out against my skin, pulling back just enough to look at me through her tears. "You're a massive, stubborn nerd."
"Hey, I learned an entire alien language just to banter with you," I smirked, wiping a tear from her cheek. "You have to be nice to me now."
Kara snorted, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand and giving me a brilliant, wet smile.
She gestured toward the glowing projection, pulling her chair closer until our shoulders were touching.
"Okay, hotshot," she murmured softly, her gaze warm as she looked at the floating glyphs. "Start from the top. Let's see how bad your accent really is."
