An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Pepper Potts/Tony Stark
Characters: Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, Christine Everhart, Happy Hogan
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Interviews, Pre-Relationship, Awesome Pepper Potts, Tony Stark Has A Heart, rumors and gossip, Christine is a jerk, Boundaries, and how to respect them, Developing Relationship, First Kiss
Summary:
Pepper is a broadcast journalist. Tony is a big-time CEO. When their chemistry makes them friends at first sight, it's really only a matter of time until they finally turn into something more.
Chapter 2: To Lovers
Summary: Pepper's crush is, to say the least, reciprocated. And she's got the kiss on camera to prove it.
Notes: Crossing off a square for a new event, the Finish Your F**king Fics February bingo! The prompt is "update your newest WIP".
Also crossing off my @anyfandomfluffbingo Bingo square G2 - True Love's Kiss and the @badbitchesbingo square O1 - True Love's Kiss (the true love's kiss was destined, y'all.)
Pics from Pinterest | Divider from @firefly-graphics
Title: Alone
Summary: You missed your Christmas date with your boyfriend to be on your own.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader eventually
Squares filled: Alone at Christmas for @spnchristmasbingo // Dean’s Flannel for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo // Free Space for @badbitchesbingo //
Warnings: Fluff, Christmas day, lazy day.
Word Count: 324
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It was Christmas morning, and you were still in your pajamas. You were supposed to be driving to your boyfriend’s house to spend the holidays together, but when you woke up, you weren’t feeling the greatest emotionally, you wanted to be alone, you needed to be alone.
You first put your phone in silence, then grab your boyfriend’s favorite flannel and your comfiest blanket for special occasions.
It was going to be a lazy day.
You grabbed the cookie container you had prepared to take to your boyfriend's, a mug of hot chocolate, set up a movie and got ready to spend a lazy day on your couch watching movies on Christmas day.
You should've told Dean that you weren't attending, but he was going to ask for explanations and you didn't have any, you just felt the need of being alone.
At some point you fell asleep because now that you were walking up, the sun was settling in and the weather was getting colder.
It was time to check your phone, and as you expected, you had too many text messages and missing calls from Dean. He was probably worried.You texted a quick "I'm fine. Happy holidays 💖" and put your phone down again.
Tired of Christmas movies, you put on a rerun of one of your favorite tv shows when you heard someone clearing their throat.
"You look better than me in that flannel, sweetheart," Dean said with his gentle voice.
"Hi babe," you greeted him stretching out from the back of the couch to peck his lips, "I'm sorry about today "
Dean shook his head and placed a kiss on your forehead, "you should've told me that you need this. I would've joined you"
"I needed to be alone. I'm sorry " you apologized hugging him.
"We still have some Christmas time and hot chocolate ready, let's finish this day together." He said, and then kissed you stealing your breath.
An ‘I Love You’ Slipped Away From The One Who Didn’t Want Anything
Wrote my first female!Reader insert for @sapphic-september, day 16 prompt anniversary.
Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Pairing: Maria Hill/Reader
Tags: Female Reader, Established Relationship, Surprises, Reunions, Domestic Fluff
Summary: You’re planning to spend your anniversary evening doing something fun on your own since Maria was on a mission, but lucky you, she may be back home in time to surprise you.
Wordcount: 1,2k
Also created for: @lyricalescape — “And nothing but your shadow’s on your side.” / @badbitchesbingo — Anniversary Dinner / @multifandom-flash — In My Language, That Sounds Like …
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Mieczyslaw Genim Iskra, also known as Stiles Stilinski, had been alive for centuries. Nothing had any meaning to him anymore. He was just about to give up and seek out his eldest cousin Elijah for help in ending his existence when he received a letter from some place called Hogwarts. Minerva McGonagall had heard of the esteemed Spark and had an offer for him.
Created For: @badbitchesbingo / Square Filled: Thinking of You - Katy Perry
Mieczyslaw Genim Iskra, also known as Stiles Stilinski, had been alive for centuries. Nothing had any meaning to him anymore. He was just about to give up and seek out his eldest cousin Elijah for help in ending his existence when he received a letter from some place called Hogwarts. Minerva McGonagall had heard of the esteemed Spark and had an offer for him.
Dear Mister Iskra,
I have heard a great deal about you. All of us here at Hogwarts have heard quite a lot. However, we did not know as much as we thought we did. We would not know what we know now without the knowledge given to us by one of our teachers. She speaks very highly of you.
So, after speaking with the majority of our staff and making the final decision myself, I extend this formal invitation to you. It is our wish that you may accept our invitation to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts at our school.
Please let us know at your earliest convenience of your level of interest. I’m sure you’re a busy man. I hope to see you in September for our first term.
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Stiles was inclined to dispose of it. Then again…
“You should accept, Mieczyslaw,” Elijah said.
“Why? What purpose would it serve me?” he snapped but it was half hearted. He chose not to reprimand his cousin for using his full name either. It wouldn’t stop him from doing so.
Elijah adjusted the cuffs of his suit. “Well, if nothing else will persuade you from erasing yourself from existence I won’t stop you. However, did you notice she referenced a woman having dropped your name to her?” His tone held amusement as if he knew something his cousin did not.
Stiles swallowed. “You don’t suppose…” he trailed off, hope quickly building in his chest. Aqua sparks began to dance across his pale skin. “It can’t be, can it?”
“Do tell me how dear Ginevieve is, won't you?” Elijah inquired nonchalantly. He moved to leave the room, pausing at the doorway. “Oh. I do believe you called her Ginny. Yes?”
“Yes,” Stiles whispered. “Ginny Love, could it really truly be you? After all this time?”
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Stiles sent his reply post haste. Even if it would not be his Ginny, perhaps a couple semesters at the school would do him some good. He packed up and left the following weekend. He needed to get a feel for his new home before everyone else arrived.
The first week he saw no sign of the woman he had hoped to find. The first month passed much the same. He was summoned to the office of the headmistress for further instructions and an autograph. It was a bit awkward for him, but the woman was giving him a job. He consciously ignored how she placed it on the wall right behind her wingback chair where everyone who entered her office would be able to see it.
The students arrived at the end of August, all of the students, years two through seven. The year one students would not arrive until the first week of September.
His first two months of teaching were nerve wracking, but he firmly took control of his classroom and did not take any lip. They grew to respect him and in turn he offered the same.
It was hard when the first term ended as he chose to stay in the castle while the students (most of them) went home for Christmas break.
He used the time to search for Ginny, but his efforts proved fruitless once more. He debated asking the headmistress but quickly decided that wasn’t appropriate. Stiles didn’t want anyone knowing of their connection anyway.
When the second term started up, two red headed children, a girl and a boy, were placed in his class. He had no idea who they were, and they mischievously refused to tell him. He sighed and his eyes flashed a bright aqua color. What he saw crushed him. His eyes then flickered back to normal, and he turned away. “No practical demonstration today. Open your books and turn to page 394.”
The students obeyed, even the twins who looked like they knew something was wrong. If Stiles thought that they looked concerned, he waved it off. Most likely the twins were simply worried that they were in trouble.
Still, the two students approached him after class. “Professor Iskra?” they said in sync.
“Yes,” he replied, tension filling him, making his muscles go taut.
“We’re so glad to meet you, sir. Mother has told us so much about you.”
Stiles cleared his throat debating how to approach the conversation. He settled for grabbing his messenger bag, slinging it over his shoulder and turning toward them. “I don’t believe you know me. I don’t know you. You are my students. You are nothing more, and you are nothing less. Good day.”
“But—” they tried.
“Good. Day.”
He left no room for interpretation, and they left after a final backward glance when they reached the door.
Stiles inhaled sharply and exhaled on a sob. He rushed to his office and spelled the door shut. No one would be able to enter. His magic was unlike any currently in existence or to ever exist before. He was powerful but something so simple and yet so complex all at once, had made him lose his composure. He collapsed against the closed door and slid to the floor, burying his face in his arms as he hugged his knees to his chest.
There was no stopping the memories. There hadn’t been a way to keep them at bay since he received the letter. However, the memories invading his mind at that moment, were of what he saw when he learned the names of the twins. Ryder Genim Potter & Ryana Ginnifer Potter. Their father was a man named Harry James Potter and their mother…their mother was a woman named Ginevieve “Ginny” Marie Potter.
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Stiles withdrew more after that. He did not change how he interacted with his students, but he kept his distance from the twins despite their repeated attempts to communicate with him. He was close to asking the headmistress to assist him when a letter appeared on his nightstand one night toward the end of the second term. He had penned his resignation prior to getting into bed.
The letter was magic in origin, and he would recognize the handwriting anywhere. It was a Whisperer (the complete opposite of a Howler). He settled beneath his covers and carefully opened the letter. A soft tune began to play and then a voice he knew and could never forget began to echo softly from the pages. “Ginny,” he whispered as the voice began to read after finishing its tune.
Dearest Iskra Mojego Serca,
How I’ve missed you. I know you will doubt it as by now you’ve met Ryder and Ryana. Please do not be angry with the children. It is I who broke the promise we made. I was young and foolish. Harry showed interest and I was so lonely. It is not an excuse and I love my children too much to regret having them. I only regret that they aren’t your children as well as mine.
They know you as their godfather. Harry has left us for another woman who cares about his status as an auror. I’ve never cared for it myself. When I found out I took the children who were only five at the time and moved. We live in London now and when they received their letters for Hogwarts, I knew they would meet you.
You’re probably wondering how everything came to pass. I used a gift from a friend to play with time a little. I left a note for the headmistress to find. She knows I’m a teacher, but she does not know that I do not teach at Hogwarts. I never wanted to deceive her, but I needed to find you and I was afraid when you learned of my broken promise you would disappear again. I couldn’t bear it. So, I hope meeting the twins goes better without me there.
However, if you should so wish it, I shall meet you. Ask for me. Write to me. I will come.
Will all my heart, the heart that has always, is and will always belong to you and you alone…
Your Ginny
Stiles was stunned, feeling so many things at once that he had to push the small switch his cousin Elijah had taught him in order to not be overwhelmed. It was a stupid thing to do, as humanity shouldn't be played with like that, but he needed to focus now on the most important thing. The thing that mattered most right now was his godchildren and he planned to find them first thing.
The next morning, he found them as they were just about to board the train. He hugged them tightly and asked them to stay with him at his home for the first month of summer. They grinned at him with hope lighting up their faces. Meanwhile, the letter of resignation was turning to ash in the fireplace of his office.
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Ryder and Ryana stayed with him all summer and made sure to keep their mother updated. They wanted to ask their godfather so many questions, but they refrained. They were too afraid he would send them home.
Surprisingly, during the final week of summer, their godfather asked them to join him for a walk. During their meandering, he told them a love story. He did not tell them who the lovers were, but they knew as their mother had told them the same story from the time they were born.
They saw the love and wistfulness in their godfather’s eyes. It was the same as the look in their mother’s eyes whenever she thought about the man she had always loved and had never stopped loving. They used that last week of summer break to make a plan. They were going to figure out how to reunite the lovers for good.
Summary: Y/N just wants five more minutes to finish an assignment. Carol just wants her to come to bed.
Request: Hey um it’s my first time writing a request so it’s kinda awkward. But could you write one where carol danvers and female reader ✨do the nasty✨ while reader is wearing one of carols t shirts? Like a “marking my territory” vibe thing? If your comfortable with that ofc (love ur writing btw)
Written for: @badbitchesbingo | @anyfandomkinkbingo
Squares Filled: Carol Danvers | Free Space
Feedback is gold and very much appreciated
“Are you going to come to bed any time soon or do I have to drag you there myself?” Carol’s voice boomed in the quiet, almost silent room, making you jump as you raised your eyes from your screen, seeing her leaning against the doorframe.
“I’m nearly finished. I promise. 5 more minutes.” You yawn as you go back to the screen, fingers tapping away at the keyboard in front of you.
“Sweetheart, you said that 2 hours ago.”
You hum, confused. “What’s the time?”
“It’s almost three in the morning. Come on. You can finish tomorrow.” She slides from her place on the door over to you, hand landing on your shoulder before she notices the shirt that you’re wearing.
Tilting your head back, you pout your lip at her, tugging the oversized shirt down past your thighs to try and distract her but to no avail. She pulled the chair back with you still on it, the legs scraping harshly against the floor. Subconsciously, your legs part as she stares at you with knitted brows and squinted eyes, you don’t know what comes over you so late in the night - or early in the morning - but you lean forward taking her head in your palms before you begin to stand up, pressing your lips to hers.
For a strong female Captain, her lips are incredibly soft and you relish in the touch, savouring the lightning feeling that rushed through your body when she pulled you from the chair and into her arms.
“Oh, baby girl, you know I’m the one in charge. Especially when you have my shirt on. We’re going to bed.” She whispers, tone darker than her words as she carries you to your shared bedroom. “On your knees, sweetheart. We’re about to have a little bit of fun before you finally get some sleep.”
Carol pulls her sleep shorts down the length of her long legs, her pussy on full display for you as she pulls up her tank top.
“You must be so hungry after working so hard. Are you hungry, baby?” She coos, the back of her fingers stroking your cheeks.
You nod, a pout on your lips as you return to your submissive state, waiting for her to give you something, anything. Carol smiles - almost sinister - you want to moan when she spreads her legs open, her slick sliding from her wet cunt down her thighs.
Tilting your head up, you look her dead in the eyes and she nods, her leg flying over your shoulder to rest on the end of the bed behind you. The first taste of her makes you fall into the abyss that is nothing but Carol; it makes you groan and your eyes roll to the back of your head. You can’t help it when your tongue grows a mind of its own and rushes back and forth to greedily scoop up everything her body has to offer.
“Sweetheart, I knew you were working too hard. Look at how hungry you are.” Carol hums, her hand going to the back of your head and pulling you even closer to her. “You’re eating my pussy so well, baby girl. Be a good girl and put your fingers inside me. That’s it, good girl. Such a good girl for me, Sweetheart.”
“Can I lay on the bed? So you can ride my face?” Your voice is seeping out of you like honey, so soft and sweet, your hands smoothing over her thighs and down her legs. How could she ever deny her sweetheart when she asked so nicely?
She yanks your body from the floor and tosses you onto the big bed, she doesn’t even break a sweat when she does so, feeling as though she is throwing a small rock into the lake.
Carol bites at her lower lip, her finger swiping through her hot wet heat, shoving them into your wide open mouth, taking every bit of her arousal from her fingers. Suddenly, she pulls her fingers from your mouth, leaving you with nothing but a moan as she stands there admiring you.
“Play with yourself, Sweetheart. I’ll just be a second.” She stands there unwavering in her movements as she waits for you to obey her soft command. “Keep the shirt on. Look better on you anyway.”
Nodding, you trail your hand down the length of your body. Fingers inching closer and closer to where you needed it most, you moan as your pads brush over your sensitive mound, sending a shock right through your body when you push a finger into your aching pussy, thumb rubbing soft circles over your clit. When Carol is satisfied that you are following her instructions, she turns around to leave the room. At first you are confused but then it’s only a few moments before she returns a big cock strapped to a harness in her hand. You audibly melt into the bedsheets below you, fingers almost vibrating inside you as you fucked yourself, not wanting to stop, completely edging yourself to an orgasm.
“Keep going, you can multitask can’t you?” She says, climbing on top of you, leaving the strap to the side of the bed. Carol carefully places herself over your face, hovering for a few moments before you grow impatient and use your other unoccupied hand to pull her down to smother you. Right now, you don’t care about oxygen, all you need is Carol’s sweet pussy and nothing else matters. Not when you have the Captain sitting on your face.
Carol groans, her hips already rocking back and forth, she forgoes punishment or reprimanding of any sort as it feels too good for her to stop you in your tracks when your tongue was flicking all over her pussy, swollen clit and all. You move your tongue faster, licking over the sensitive mound and through her pussy lips. You took pleasure in both giving her and yourself pleasure. It was just so wonderful to watch her mouth fall open, to feel the strength in her thighs as they clench around each of your ears as you worked her over.
“You’re doing so well, Sweetheart.” She hums, eyes closed as she reaches for her breast, grabbing it and playing with her nipple. “You want me to fuck you hard? Is that why you’re eating my pussy so good? My little Sweetheart wants to be fucked?”
Awkwardly, you use your free hand and slide your fingers inside of her, she moans and you smile to yourself, proud that you made her this vocal. You continue eating her pussy, drinking down all the juices her body offered you. Her body convulsed when you curled your fingers in the right way, finding that sweet as hell spot inside of her that just drove her crazy when you found it. You combined the curling of your finger with sucking on her clit until she couldn’t take it anymore.
Carol cries out as the tightly wound coil in her stomach finally snaps, you can feel her body rippling above you and you can’t help but smirk at your handiwork - well, tongue work, but that’s not a thing. She releases her vice grip on you and all but collapses next to you, your fingers slipping from her cunt as she hits the mattress. Instead of licking your fingers clean, you use them to rub at your clit, quickly trying to gain the release you slowly built up inside you.
“Make yourself come, Sweetheart, then I’ll fuck your sweet little pussy.” Carol says, her hand rubs over your tight stomach, squeezing your nipples over her shirt between her thumb and forefinger. “You can do it, baby. That’s it. Faster.”
“Carol, I’m gonna come, please. Please put your fingers in me. Please, I need your fingers to fill me up.” Your voice hoarse, a little quiet as you pleaded with her.
She did as you asked, surprising even you when she did so.
“Suck your fingers, Sweetheart.” She whispered in your ear as she spread your legs further apart and instantly replaced your fingers with hers. “See what you taste like. You taste so good, baby.”
Chortling, she watches as you take your fingers into your mouth, her own moving faster inside of you, getting you to that high you wanted to reach the second Carol touched you. Your mouth falls open, forgetting the fingers you were sucking on to focus on her and her only.
“Fuck, Carol, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. Please… Fuck!” You cry out, your stomach tensing and body shooting up, arms clinging to her neck.
“You are such a good girl for me, baby.” She murmurs against your lips, slowly withdrawing her fingers from your pussy, softly rubbing over your clit as her hand comes up to your face, pressing her lips to yours. "You wanna get fucked, Sweetheart? Is that what you want?"
She gives you a moment to answer, but a nod is all you can give followed by a sickeningly sweet smile. That was exactly what you wanted and you knew that she would take care of you, in ways that only Carol could. Carol hums at you, motioning her finger in front of you for you to turn to your stomach and wait for her on all fours.
Palming at your ass, a harsh smack lands on your right cheek, a raspy moan leaving you. Her fingers caress your lower lips, teasing your pussy and your clit with a swipe of her long, slender digits. “Such a good girl, Sweetheart. So good for me.”
She spanks you with her other hand one more time before she quickly moves to pull on the strap, Carol also grasps onto the bottle of lube on the side, squirting some on her palm and rubbing it through your folds, slathering it onto her plastic cock. She lines her cock up with your entrance, the tip of her toy only slightly pushing past your walls. It never got farther than the tip before the brightly coloured dildo was pulled from you again.
“Please, Carol, stop teasing. Please, please, fuck me.” You whimpered, your pussy clenching around nothing, just wanting her to push the toy inside of you.
“Okay, baby. No more teasing. I promise.” True to her word, her hips snap forward, impaling you on her cock. Her fingers pinch into your delicate skin as her cock pushes deeper and deeper inside of you.
“You fuck me so good, Carol.” Your knuckles turn a shade lighter as you cling onto the bed sheet, teeth gnawing into sheets too to keep you from screaming to the point where your voice becomes nothing but a hoarse cry. “I’m… gonna… come.”
Carol smirks, she slightly rises on her knees on the bed and changes the angle of the cock inside you. Letting go of the sheets, you reach behind you, seeking any piece of Carol’s skin to cling on to. You feel the coil building once more, nails sinking into the soft yet muscular flesh of her thigh as you come, falling over the edge as your body goes limp under her precise ministrations.
“You did so good for me, Sweetheart. Such a good girl, taking my cock so well.” Carol pistons her hips forward, thrusting until she feels her own climax rippling in her stomach. Carol grips on to her shirt, almost tearing it in half with how tightly she held on to it. She collapsed right on top of you, her breath hot against the shell of your ear, riding out the last waves of her orgasm. Time slowly passed by, neither of you moving until Carol pulled her cock from you, leaving you to wince at the loss of her inside you.
You hum as you feel her hands skim over your body, lifting up the shirt and checking over your skin to make sure that you were okay. When she found that there were a few scratches and marks on your hips and your torso, she picked up her pace leaping over to the ensuite to grab anything that could help you heal even just that little bit faster. Of course, Carol always overreacted, even when you told her that you were fine - that you liked it when she marked you. It was secretly one of the many things that you loved about her. You adored how attentive she was to you, how she took care of you when you were in bed after a rough session but even when she looked out for you when you scraped your elbow on an exposed nail on the way home from work. She did it just because she didn’t want you to get hurt, even if it was due to rain falling and the floor was a little wet, or you fell over your own two feet. She was there and you were grateful that you were able to see her rough side and her softer side.
“So, will you be coming to bed the first time I ask?”
“If that is the way you treat me, you won’t have to ask.”
Summary: When Anya wants to recreate a romantic movie scene it doesn’t go as planned, but it does lead to having an important relationship conversation. And also orgasms.
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Fandom bingo info under the cut:
Bingo Squares Filled: Free space for @lgbtqbingo, Spontaneous Sex for @anyfandomkinkbingo, Multiple Orgasms for @badbitchesbingo, Semi-Public Sex for @buffyversebingo
Word count: 8,206
Warnings and tags: Post-Episode: s07e22 Chosen, Anya Jenkins Lives, Established Relationship, Bisexual Buffy Summers, Kissing in the Rain, Flowers, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotions, Car Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Semi-Public Sex
Hi it’s awkward me again! Here is my request idea! I was thinking danneel x shy! Female reader where they are on set and danneel is shooting a shirtless scene and reader can’t keep her off on her, and danneel noticed her stare, and takes her to the trailer and confess her feelings and kisses her maybe smut? If you are feeling froggy! ❤️
Of course you don’t have to write this!!
I’m a awkward turtle!! 🐢🐢
REQUEST #2: Anon - Hey beautiful I don’t know if you are taking request but I had a idea for danneel x reader where they are in high school and the reader is a huge nerd and doesn’t get out a lot, danneel ask her to hang out at her place and they kiss, maybe some fluffy smut?✨❤️
A/N: Sorry this took me months to get to! Life's been busy and writer's block has been mean, lol. I combined the requests into one, and I felt they worked really well together. Hope you enjoy!
The auditorium of the high school wasn’t large, but it seemed overwhelmingly huge as Y/N quietly wandered in, her books clung tightly against her chest as she silently slunk into one of the many chairs. Her eyes took in the stage, several other students interacting with one another as they auditioned for the drama club.
Y/N loved theater and film, but could never get the courage to actually be out front and seen. Rather, she was more interested in the behind-the-scenes work, helping backstage and assisting the actors so they could put on the show. Even though she was shy and didn’t have any friends, she forced herself to go, determined to not let her social shortcomings hold her back.
“Hey, you new here?”
A soft voice drew her attention, turning to the side to see Danneel Harris of all people talking to her. Of course, Y/N knew who she was, Danneel being one of the more popular people in school. But she never expected she’d talk to her of all people.
“To the club,” Y/N admitted with a nod. Though she’d been at the school the whole time Danneel had been, she wasn’t surprised she didn’t know her.
“That’s what I meant,” Danneel responded, rising from her seat to come to sit directly beside Y/N. “I’m Dani,” she introduced herself with a warm smile and an extended hand. Returning the small smile, Y/N shook her hand and turned her attention back to the stage.
Dani took an immediate liking to Y/N, though she wasn’t sure why, and the pair quickly became inseparable friends. Even Dani’s more popular friends couldn’t understand why she spent so much time with Y/N, but Dani would shut them down, defending her best friend. They remained the closest of friends all throughout school and Y/N struggled with it greatly. Not because they were friends, and not because she was a shy introvert that had a hard time keeping up with Dani’s outgoing persona.
It was because Y/N was certain that she’d fallen in love with her best friend.
She wasn’t sure how to feel about it. She couldn’t talk to her family, they’d never understand. And she didn’t have other friends to talk to either. All she had was Dani and she was not about to risk their entire friendship by telling her that she was in love with her. Though Y/N hadn’t ever dated anyone, Dani had had a few boyfriends. Boyfriends. Not girlfriends.
That was enough for Y/N to continue suffering in silence. Throughout college and into their careers they stayed side-by-side, their friendship unbreakable and thriving. Y/N was always grateful for Dani, to have such a wonderful person in her life. Even if it was only as a friend, she considered herself lucky just to be in Dani’s orbit.
After college, it didn’t take long for Dani to start landing roles, her look and talent much desired in the industry. As her career took off, Y/N helped her with the non-acting side of her career and before long Y/N took on the role of Dani’s Personal Assistant. A job that suited her perfectly and allowed the both of them to spend as much time together as possible. Dani’s insistence that they were better as a team only solidified it.
Now, Y/N stood amongst the flutter of people running about on set, readying to shoot a scene in the movie they were working on. Y/N stood off to the side, papers held to her chest like a shield as she watched the scene.
Her eyes were transfixed on Dani, as always. Except this particular scene was a lead-in for a sexual encounter. As Dani spoke her lines, removing her top for the male actor opposite her in the scene, Y/N’s eyes locked onto her revealed chest.
She sucked in a sharp breath at the sight, the lingerie they’d picked for the scene highlighting Dani’s curves enticingly. She subtly licked her lips, her heart clenching as it always did when she thought about what she wanted but could never have.
When they called cut on the scene, wrapping for the day, Y/N was startled from her musings. Embarrassed, she glanced around, seeing everyone busy and no one noticing her. Sometimes she was grateful to be ‘invisible’.
“Hey,” Dani interrupted her thoughts with a smile, her shirt back in place. “You okay? You look like you were off in La La Land,” she chuckled.
Y/N nodded and apologized, shuffling her feet, hoping the heat in her cheeks wasn’t noticeable. Dani smirked and for a moment, she thought she’d been caught.
“Come on, let’s go to the trailer so I can change and we can head home,” Dani urged, taking Y/N by the hand and leading her away.
That was part of what made her suffering so much worse. They were roommates, always together, and Dani loved to take her by the hand all the time. It was such a casual and normal thing for her and Y/N loved and hated it equally. This time, despite the ache in her heart, she let Dani take her hand and allowed herself to imagine on the short walk to the trailer that it meant so much more.
“Your schedule is open the rest of the evening,” Y/N began once they were behind the closed door of the trailer, prattling off from the papers in her hands. “But you do have to be back early tomorrow morning for shooting.”
“So we’re not gonna talk about what happened back there?”
Y/N’s head snapped to Dani, her brow creased as she tried to formulate a response. Dani’s grin only confused her more.
“You were watching me.”
“Well, I, uh…it’s my job, you know, to be there a-and support you-”
Dani took several slow steps towards Y/N, her hips swaying with the movement. Y/N had seen those moves before when Dani was hitting on some poor schmuck who didn’t deserve her.
“So it wasn’t the same look you had at the bonfire that night?”
Y/N sucked in a sharp breath, remembering exactly what Dani was talking about - not that it ever strayed far from her mind.
-
Too many people. There were too many people, all around, cheering and dancing and drinking, the light of the bonfire illuminating the forest around them. Holding her red plastic cup, Y/N leaned against a tree on the outskirts of the party, always feeling on the outskirts of everything and everyone.
“Hey, Y/N,” Dani appeared in front of her, managing to tear herself away from throngs of other students vying for her attention. “You doin’ okay?”
Y/N nodded and smiled tightly, lowering her head and shuffling her feet, “Yeah, sure.”
“Nothing,” Y/N insisted, but Dani’s look told her she wouldn’t get away that easily. “I don’t really talk to any of these people. I don’t really know anyone here, except you.”
Dani smirked knowingly, taking Y/N by the hand and quickly moving through the trees and away from all the noise and partygoers. She stopped by the river, the fire still in view from their position but they still had a sense of privacy.
“I’d rather hang out with you anyway,” Dani chuckled, taking Y/N’s drink and indulging in a large sip before passing it back with a grin.
“You don’t have to,” Y/N tried, feeling awful for taking her friend away from all the fun that she was clearly enjoying. She didn’t want to be a burden, but she also wouldn’t reject the alone time with the woman she loved.
“I want to,” Dani insisted, brushing stray hairs back from Y/N’s face.
Her heart leaped into her throat and stuck there as Dani leaned ever closer, the sweet smile gone from her face, replaced with a look Y/N had never seen before.
Then it happened.
Dani’s eyes closed, her lips pressed to Y/N’s tentatively. It took her mind a minute to catch up, but when she did, Y/N let her eyes flutter closed. Tilting her head, she deepened the kiss, Dani letting out a small hum. When Dani’s tongue teased across her lips, Y/N opened willingly, moaning at the taste greeting her.
But it was over all too soon.
“Come on,” Dani smiled once more, “Let’s go back for a little, and then we’ll go home, okay?”
Y/N nodded dumbly, still lost in the feel of the kiss, her heart beating wildly.
-
Panicked, Y/N tried to save face, to backtrack and hope that she wasn’t about to lose her best friend, “T-that was years ago,” Y/N struggled, still gaping over the situation.
“And yet, we both remember it clearly,” Dani said, brushing some of the hair back from Y/N‘s neck and locking eyes with her, “I think about it all the time over the years. Hard not to when we’re together all the time. And I just can’t help but think that maybe this-” she gestured between them, “-is supposed to be more.”
“M-more?” Y/N stuttered, thinking maybe this was a dream because there was no way Dani was standing before her saying these things right now.
Dani dropped her gaze, a blush spreading across her cheeks and Y/N’s heart nearly stopped at the words she spoke, “I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with you for years. But I didn’t know how you felt about, you know, girls.”
“I love you too,” Y/N hurriedly spat out, closing her eyes and taking a breath at her sudden outburst. Opening them, she locked eyes with Dani once more, stepping closer to be right in her aura, “I wish you’d said something sooner. I thought you weren’t interested or weren’t into girls.”
Y/N began to tear up, her emotions overwhelming her. Dani’s bashfulness took a backseat as concern overtook her, wanting to protect Y/N as she had always done.
“Don’t cry,” Dani urged, cupping Y/N’s face and wiping the tears away. “This is a good thing.”
Y/N laughed through her tears and Dani embraced her, holding Y/N close as she let her work through her feelings. She’d been in turmoil for years, over her feelings, over who or what she was, over all of it. Then, as if lightning struck her, she realized she didn’t need to be afraid anymore. Dani loved her and had her back, and she wanted the same thing.
Pulling back, Y/N took one more look into Dani’s eyes, finding the truth of it there, before she pressed her lips to hers. Dani smiled into the kiss, her hands smoothing down the sides of Y/N’s hair before cupping her face and kissing her deeper.
Y/N gasped into the kiss, all the pent-up feeling over the years crashing over her and easing away with every touch of Danneel against her. Dani seemed to have her own suppressed desires, her want and need palpable in her kisses as she led Y/N with urgency towards the bed at the back of the trailer.
“Wait,” Y/N pulled from Dani as her calves hit the end of the bed, her head spinning. “A-are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure about anything, Y/N.”
That was all it took for Y/N to cup Dani’s face, kissing her hard and with unrestrained passion. The moan Dani gave shot through Y/N like lightning. Spinning, she gently pushed Dani to fall back on the bed. Dani giggled and Y/N smiled wide, crawling over her and capturing her lips once more.
Clothes were tossed aside with smiles and giggles, the tension and uncertainty fading away with every intimate moment between them. Before long, Dani was laid back on the bed, the sexy lingerie still adorning her body, making Y/N take in a shuddering breath.
Dani was patient, letting Y/N get her fill, pleased with the look of awe and wonder in her eyes. Y/N gently ran a hand down Dani’s chest, between her breasts and over the lace of the bra, before leaning down and allowing her lips to kiss along the same trail. Removing her bra, Y/N marveled at Dani’s perfect breasts. Reaching up she massaged both breasts in her hands, enjoying the soft skin and weight of them before leaning in to encase one nipple in her mouth.
Dani squirmed beneath her, her hands roaming through Y/N's hair. Feeling encouraged, Y/N quickly stripped Dani bare before removing her own clothes. She lay on her side next to Dani, face-to-face as they both smiled. Dani moved first, leaning in to kiss Y/N, encouraging her hands back on her skin.
In a swift move, Dani had Y/N on her back, hovering over her with a menacing grin. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, the sound fading into a moan as Dani’s hand smoothed over Y/N’s mound, a finger catching and teasing on her hooded clit. Y/N gasped, her legs spreading wider as Dani leaned down to capture her lips in a hungry kiss.
Dani’s fingers traveled through Y/N’s folds, gathering the wetness before sliding two fingers into her core. Y/N bucked, her hands landing on Dani’s hips. Dani’s fingers were small but dexterous, finding and hitting Y/N’s sensitive spots with ease. She moaned, feeling Dani grinding her own wet folds against Y/N’s thigh. Her hands encouraged Dani’s movement, pressing her thigh up into Dani harder as she wriggled her own hips into Dani’s hand.
Being so wound up, it didn’t take long for either of them to cum, panting their releases into one another’s mouths. As Dani relaxed against her body, Y/N wrapped her arms around her, holding her close and feeling Dani’s heartbeat against her own. She couldn’t believe what had just happened and she was worried how it was going to affect them afterwards. They were best friends, roommates, and they worked together.
Dani leaned back and pecked Y/N’s lips with a sweet smile before climbing off of her, reaching for her clothes and quickly dressing. Y/N sat up and silently moved to get her own clothes, not really paying attention, her mind in turmoil.
“Hurry up!” Dani exclaimed, tossing Y/N’s clothes at her with a smile. “Wanna get home.”
Y/N looked over at Dani, her brow furrowing as she noticed they had switched shirts. Dani laughed before Y/N could point it out.
“Don’t care,” Dani responded, cupping Y/N’s face and kissing her lips sweetly. “Comin’ right off when we get home anyway.”
Y/N stood dazed, blinking several times before rushing after a smirking Dani. She was eager to get home too.
[Image ID: an image of a woman with an open mouth and her hand on her face, reflected in a mirror, colorized purple and with the text “teeth” edited over it. End ID.]
Pairing: MC x Poppy
Rating: E (minors DNI)
Summary: An MC/Poppy smut-with-feelings fic, or: the MC/Poppy-only remix of cooler than me. Chapter 5 of 8. Requested by @ohmycheesencrackers.
Word Count: 5390 for this chapter, 25241 for the full fic so far.
Warnings: Dom/sub, possessiveness (they are both into it and communicating that they are into it).
Created For: @anyfandomfluffbingo (aftercare), @anyfandomkinkbingo (fingering), and @badbitchesbingo (free space).
The chapter’s a little too long to host on Tumblr, so read chapter 5 on AO3 here, or the full fic from the beginning here.
