FRIGHT BOY

Doe hunting

[frightboy]

YOU’D BE WRITER, IF HE DIDN’T LEAVE ALL HIS HELL FOR YOU

MDNI 18+ - Nikki freeman x fem!reader

Summary: you drive Nikki home after a another platonic cinema date, and after one too many compliments during the drive- Nikki loses her composure

Warnings: Smut, thigh riding, swearing, making out, love confession, mention of violence (one line), slight hair pulling?

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The cinema door swung open and revealed the nights air as you and Nikki stumbled out, clutching each other in laughter as you walked out.

Nikki was almost crying with how hard the hysterics wracked over her, "Oh, my God— that movie was awful."

You caught your breath before you replied, wiping at your eyes, "Im getting abs, Jesus."

You and Nikki walked towards the dimly lit, empty car park, where your truck was waiting for you both, "Who even green-lit that plot? So stupid," you agreed.

Your truck wasn't far, and you reached it in a few minuets, pulling the key from your jean pocket and unlocked it with a click.

"As a writer i'm actually a little offended. But, it gives me hope," smiled Nikki, climbing into the passenger seat. "Even if my writings shit I could probably still get a trilogy deal."

The engine started with a rumble as you turned the key, headlights beaming brightly in the empty lot, "Okay, well- there is a big difference."

You turned to look at her, as you pulled onto the dark stretch of road, feeling as the gravel crunched under the tyres.

She turned and smiled at you. Questioning- before hesitantly asking, "Oh yeah, what's the difference?"

You gave her a pointed look, "Come on, Nikki. You're an amazing writer, any plot you think of is brilliant." Shrugging softly, you added, "I'd love anything you make."

The sheer amount of confidence and honesty in you voice wasn't completely purposeful, it was supposed to be a cool, casual compliment- soemthing chill.

Words that didn't completely show your massive lesbian crush on your best friend.

Nikki laughed then, trying to hide the way her face had dusted pink by looking out the window, at the trees passing by in the dark, "I think you're giving me too much credit." She had become more quiet- thoughtful like something was swirling around her skull.

The usual confidence gone, Nikki was affected by your words— even if she tried to pretend like she wasn't.

There wasn't many times in the years you'd known Nikki that you'd ever seen her forgo snark and sarcasm- seen her settle into something more real, vulnerable.

You'd met in high school- some English class together (she excelled obviously). You were friendly enough, but you'd never talk outside of assignments, then when you ended up applying to the music shop at the same time it changed.

Nikki and you were fast friends while co workers, spending the late shits together -alone- while no customers entered for hours.

That speed also applied to your non-platonic feelings for her. There wasn't an exact moment you can say you fell, but you knew you fell hard.

You looked over at Nikki, watching as she chewed at her nail, deep in thought, "Its true, ive read your work." You said, trying to reassure her.

Nikki just stared at you then, eyes wide as her breathing pick up, she swallows hard and runs her nails through her fringe, "Pull over."

You turn to look at her in surprise and confusion. Both of you were still driving in the middle of nowhere on some long and dark road, atleast half an hour away from either of your houses, "What?"

"Pull over!" Nikki sounded desperate, almost loud enough to be a shout. You'd never heard her sound like this before, part of you was terrified you'd said something wrong.

The car pulled to a stop with a judder as you turned the engine off and flicked on the overhead lights, giving you the barest amount of an orange glow to fight off the darkness.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" you looked at her with worry, but paused when you noticed how dark her eyes looked in this light. The way her lips were lightly parted and she was just staring at you, silent.

"Can I..try something?" whispered Nikki, softer than you'd heard her.

You nodded slowly, releasing the steering wheel and keeping your eyes trained on Nikki's every move.

Nikki unclipped her seatbelt, turning to face you and slowly climbing over the middle console and into your space.

Her knee landing between your thighs as the other slipped over your leg to rest on the space left on the car seat. Your own knee slotted between her thighs and you heard her breath hitch when she put her weight down.

"W-what are you doing?," you whispered, heat blooming in your stomach as you smelt the sweet notes of her perfume. Feeling her settle against you.

Nikki looked afraid, but another part of her, a part that needed, moved her hands to cup your jaw and pull you slowly towards her.

As her lips brushed yours, her gaze flicked up to meet your blown eyes, "Can I?"

Nikki wet her lips, breath brushing yours as she spoke.

You didn't respond with words, instead you cupped the back of Nikki's neck and desperately brought your lips to hers.

For so long, you'd wanted this- replayed similar scenarios over and over in your head at night when, as always, your thoughts drifted to her.

You'd imagined pressing Nikki up against the storage room wall at work, kissing her so hard you'd both lost your breath and counting down the minutes of break you had left before you were caught.

Or maybe at the bar one night, dragging her outside for a smoke and instead tasting the smoke on her tongue as the other threw back shots while wondering where you two had ran off too.

Most often, it was something sweeter, a movie playing on your tv as ate salted popcorn, her favourite, while pressed hip to hip on the sofa.

Maybe it was a horror movie, she'd cling to you when the killer appeared from nowhere and gutted a character with a kitchen knife. Nikki would press her face into your shoulder and clutch at your t-shit, all scrunched eyes and ragged breath.

You'd laugh lowly, remind her it was fake and that she didn't need to be scared. You were there, you would protect her.

She'd slowly peel herself away from you skin, flushed and still breathing hard. So close, inches away from your face as she looked up at you, all doe eyed and so so so so pretty.

The noise of the movie would fade away to nothing, leaving just your heartbeat in your ears as the distance between you seemed to grow smaller.

She'd wet her lips and tell you that she always felt safe with you— protected.

And then it would happen, your lips would meet and your eyes would fall closed at the feel of her. You'd slide a hand into her hair, kiss her harder— pour all of your love and yearning into the touch.

Praying that she felt every last drop of your devotion.

You never expected this, her climbing into your lap after the usual cinema trip.

Smashing her mouth against yours like a desperate, needy puppy.

Panting against your mouth as she kissed you over and over.

You pulled her closer toward you, both your chests met as you felt the press of her curves against your own.

The thin tank top she wore doing nothing to hide the fact she wasn't wearing a bra.

You felt the rapid beat of her heart against your own, matching rhythm and pace like they were designed to match.

She whined into your mouth as you licked into hers, unrelenting and needy.

Nikki tightened her hands in your hair, pulling at strands lightly and making you gasp at the sensation.

"I've wanted this for so long," muttered Nikki, voice high and keening as you began pressing hot, open mouthed kisses along the line of her jaw.

"You're so beautiful," you kissed the words into her neck, leaving deep bruising marks with every word. Emphasising how you shared the feeling.

Nikki whined again, in the back of her throat as you sucked at the sensitive skin.

That's what she did it the first time, a quick jolt of her hips gliding over your thigh. So fleeting you nearly missed it.

But nothing could remove the memory of the heat of her pressing against you.

Your hand latched onto her hip then, stabalisng her a little as you pulled her forward, encouraging her to roll along the length of your thigh.

She gave no reluctance, pushing her face into your shoulder as her hips picked up speed, riding your thigh with reckless abandon.

"Ah..Fuck," she moaned softly, so close to your ear you felt each vibration. Her lips dragged across your skin just below, "Feels so good."

Your placed your other hand in the dip of her waist, lifting your knee a little higher and adding more pressure with each new pass.

Gasping softly when she bucked against you and bit into your neck, trying to keep herself quiet.

"Look at me," you pleaded, your own breath ragged and stuttering, stomach clenching as you watched her, "I wanna see you."

Nikki pulled away from your neck, sitting up for you, while keeping the same pace against you.

By now, you could feel the material of your jeans become slightly damp, part of you wanted to never wash them again.

You watched as Nikki's lips parted and her jaw fell open a little- head tilting back just the slightest amount. She held onto your shoulders, nails digging in as pleasure poured over her in thick and hot waves.

Each new glide over the hard and bumped material of your jeans made her pace stutter, you could tell she was close by now.

"So pretty, baby," you almost moaned the words, hands still guiding Nikki over your thigh, "So fucking pretty for me."

Nikki fell forward into you and grabbed onto your jaw with one hand, ragged breaths fanning over your lips as she moaned harder, every roll dragging a noise out of her with how close she was to cumming.

"Please," Nikki gasped into your mouth, eyes screwed shut and eyebrows drawn up in ecstasy.

"I know baby, it's okay."

For a final time, Nikki whined, high and pleasure filled, forehead lolling onto your shoulder, where she panted against the skin, trying not to pass out as her orgasm hit.

You helped her roll against you a few more times as the aftershocks made her twitch against you.

Her sharp nails dug hard into the muscle of your shoulder, her nails leaving permanent marks that would remind you of this moment.

Nikki's arms moved to fully wrap around you neck as she started pressed against you, still catching her breath. One hand pushed fingers through your hair and held the back of your neck.

Your thumb rubbed circles on her hip and the other to stroke up and down at her back, fingers running under the material of her shirt.

"You okay?" It had been a few minuets by now, and she still hadn't moved or spoken. You began to worry she had passed out or something.

But as the thoughts filled your mind, she pulled away from you and met your gaze, as a small smile played on her lips.

She shifted legs into she was sitting in your lap, no longer being slotted between your thighs. You moved an arm to cup her legs, holding her up so she wouldn't slip.

She leaned forward, pressing her lips against yours in a short and sweet kiss, before pulling back and stoking the apple of your cheek, "I'm okay."

Your gaze flickering with anxiety, taking a deep breath, you spoke, "I really like you Nikki, like really fucking like you. And I'm not expecting anything becuase we did that, but I just- wanted to tell you."

Nikki was quiet for a moment, and you looked down at your lap, hiding away from her and the rejection you thought was inevitably incoming.

"I've liked you for so long it's embarrassing," mumbled Nikki, biting her lip slightly.

You looked up at her in shock and watched as she laughed a little because of your expression, "I thought you knew, at least a little."

Something warm bloomed throughout your chest, you cupped her cheek and pulled her in again, smashing your lips together and trying to fight of the smile that grew over them, ruining the kiss until you were both just smiling against eachother.

"I had no idea," you rushed, "I thought you just saw me as a friend."

"I did," hummed Nikki, nodding her head slightly, "And then one day, something just sorta shifted."

Nikki looked bashful, but more confident now that she heard just how much yoh liked her, "And then you were complementing me and… I just couldn't hold it in anymore." She looked up into your eyes, face still a little flushed from earlier happenings, "I didn't mean to jump your bones like that though, my bad."

"You can jump my bones whenever you please," the words were a little desperate, but they made her laugh- so it was worth it.

"I'll hold you to that, just so you know," Nikki put on her most serious tone, "So be prepared."

"Oh, I assure you— I'm more than prepared."

She just laughed and slapped your shoulder lightly, "Loser."

"Wow," you sounded, fingers pinching at Nikki's thigh as she laughed, "like you didn't just force me to pull over because you were so desperate to touch me."

"Whatever," laugh sighed Nikki, slowly quieting to look at you again, reaching forward and brushing some hair out of your face and behind your ear.

"Can we go home? To your place, I mean," asked Nikki, sleep slowly beginning to take over after the adrenaline faded.

"Yeah, of course. I have some of that chocolate you love at mine," you inform, watching as Nikki slid back into the passenger seat, knees tucked under her as she leans to face you.

"Wait really?" The excitement in her voice made the expensive cost of the chocolate worth it.

"Mm-hm, I picked some up before we went out. I was supposed to give it to you before the movie, but I sorta left it at home. So I never got the chance."

"You're so sweet," mumbled Nikki, leaning her head against the seat and letting sleep take the wheel a little.

"You can go to sleep. I'll wake you up once we're home."

"Okay," she yawned, hand pressing against her mouth, "But I'm repaying the favour after chocolate, okay?"

“Fine by me," you smirked, turning the key so the engine rumbled back to life.

Beginning the drive towards home, heart warm and still erratic.

[frightboy]

Absolutely loveeeeeee your writing!! Thank you so much for accepting the requests!! Super enjoyed the red k kara fic, could you imagine the absolute guilt she would of gone through, hurting not just one but both of the people she has left (her one person being a human too), lowkey think that would haunt her for like the longest time

Thank you so much!!! Glad you enjoyed it.

But oh my god she would feel guilty for weeks after, I can imagine her being so gentle and soft towards you. Scared that she’d made you fear her and her powers.

I can imagine Kara not being able to look Clark in the eye for days before he forced her to forgive herself and understand it wasn’t her fault.

Or maybe her refusing to use her powers around you and leaving for a couple of days thinking you’d want space from her after what she’d done

Kara getting nightmares about hurting Clark or images of what she could’ve done to you if she didn’t snap out of it

[frightboy]

I’ll be answering my already sent requests, but can someone please request the most angsty, drama filled Kara Zo el x reader they can think of I need it

[frightboy]

Could I perhaps request kara under the effect of red kryptonite with established relationship with reader (girlfriends)?

THE RED MEANS I LOVE YOU

Kara Zor El x Fem!reader

Summary: Kara’s under the influence of red kryptonite, but neither you nor her realise. Kara slowly looses all her inhibitions and restrain, the only thing she still clings to- is you.

Warnings: violence, blood, stalker tendencies, dubious consent?, angst, fear, happy ending, swearing. Kara’s kinda freaky and scary. Slightly suggestive but it’s literally one line.

Word count: 1.8k

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Kara had been different lately, it was slight things, things that put you on edge and made fear creep up your spine. But still, most of them could be explained away— a bad day, stressful missions, lack of sleep.

She'd used them all over the last couple days, but still, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Deeply, terribly— wrong.

One night, when you were asleep in bed, you awoke with your heart thundering in your ears and a sickening feeling that you weren't alone. Someone was watching you.

With short breaths, your eyes scanned the room, trying to see in the darkness. You had to hold a gasp in when you noticed her in the far corner of the room.

Sat on a wooden chair in the left corner, the one opposite your bed— was Kara.

Stock still, she wasn't even breathing, the familiar rise and fall of her chest was gone. It reminded you of how powerful she was, how invulnerable. So many habits of Kara's were unnecessary, she didn't even need to blink, just remembered to do it enough that no one noticed.

She was just staring at you, she must have been watching you sleep, unaware she was there for God knows how long.

With a sleep tinged voice, you said, "Kara? What are you doing?"

The fear had crept back in now, in the darkness of your room where you could only make out so many of her features, you didn't know what she wanted, or why she was acting so strangely. Fear had never been a thing you felt towards your girlfriend, you knew she'd never hurt you— she loved you.

"I was watching you sleep," Kara sounded, in a word— off.

Distant, like the woman you knew and loved wasn't really there, just something that looked like her, "It's so odd, how humans start to deteriorate after only half a day without sleep."

Confusion only pulled at you harder, helping you knock the remnants of sleep away, forcing you to sit up against the headboard, "It's not a choice you know, just human biology."

Kara hummed quietly at your words, standing up from her chair and walking towards you, slowly and calculated— it felt like a predator moving towards its prey. Goosebumps rippled at your skin.

"Honestly, I think it's weak. Humans are so fragile— vulnerable." Kara was closer now, standing next to your bed with the moonlight trickling in from the window behind her. Her eyes were what caught your focus, the usual white of her eyes flashed red with glowing veins. Just for a second, before it faded back to darkness.

But you saw it, you saw the way her skin glowed crimson.

Kara leaned towards you, placing a hand on your headboard as she came closer, a crunch shocked you as the wood splintered from her powerful grip, "I can hear your heart beat," her voice was a mutter, low and curious, "Its so fast, like a little rabbits."

A smile twisted at Kara's lips when she heard it speed up even faster at her words, you yourself felt it thud harshly at your ribs, "Are you scared?"

You swallowed roughly as Kara's eyes traced every inch of your face, "Should I be?"

She laughed softly, that sick smile on her face growing even larger, "I don't know yet."

Before you could even open your mouth, she was gone. The only reminder that it wasn't a dream was the hand shaped crack in the hard wood of your beds headboard.

It was like someone had flipped a switch in her, turned off all restraint and rules that made Kara— Kara.

You didn't sleep the rest of the night, kept awake by the image of Kara sitting still for hours, just watching you while you were completely unaware. The image of what she could've done.

The next day, you received a call from Clark, who through your relationship with Kara, you knew was also superman. His voice blasted out from the speakers the instant you pressed accept.

"Is Kara with you?!" Clark sounded panicked, desperate— fear coating his words as they tumbled out of his mouth.

You were in your kitchen, making lunch, something with chicken like usual. You hadn't seen Kara in hours, not since she left your room so quickly your eyes didn't even register it. For the entirety of the day you'd actually been trying to not think about her. Which was difficult when she infiltrated every aspect of your life.

"No, why? Is she okay?" You placed the knife that was in your hand gently onto the marble of your kitchen table, pressing the phone to your ear harder so you wouldn't miss a word, "Kara's not safe, you can't be near her!"

"Clark what the fuck are you talking about?"

"She's been expose-"

The wall of glass in your story apartment shattered, shards flying every direction like translucent knives. In the commotion you dropped your phone, not hearing how the screen cracked and the muffled voice of Clark vibrated out of the speakers in terrified tones.

"He..y!— wh-ats"

Kara floated down slowly, landing on your living room floor with a click of her red boots. She'd smashed through your apartment, glass coating her hair and clothes, she paid it no mind. Why would she? It wasn't like it could hurt her, she was impenetrable. God like.

You could tell she was angry, the clench off her jaw was obvious in the bright lights of your kitchen, her hands were balled into fists, so tight that the veins pressed against the thin skin. But these veins were as red as blood, pulsating and glowing beneath her skin.

She took steps towards you, as you sat on the floor, having fallen from the blast and trying to hide from the raining glass. Kara 's foot stepped onto your phone, where Clark's voice still vibrated, the device split in two under the unrelenting force of her heel. Silencing Clark and removing all contact with the outside world.

"Clark doesn't know what he's talking about," whispered Kara, lifting a hand towards your face and cooing when you flinch at her touch, her palm cups your jaw, "I'm not anymore dangerous than I was. Now im free."

"No, s-something is wrong Kara," you whimpered, tears trailing hotly down your face, "This isn't who you are."

Kara frowned at you, almost mockingly but still warm beneath the ice, "Don't worry, I still love you— that is one of the only things that part of me had right," Kara smiled again, but the veins were back around her eyes and made her head and face twitch in something akin to a grimace, just for a single moment.

Kara lifted one leg over your lap, sitting down onto your thighs as you leaned back against a kitchen cupboards' door, still on the floor. Glass scattered all around you, "You're better than the rest of them," she leaned closer to you face and licked lightly at your cheek as another tear fell, "And so fucking pretty when you cry."

"Kara please," you sobbed in her hold, "I'm scared."

"I know," she whispered, "But it's everyone else who should be. I'm done playing nice when I get nothing in return." She sounded resolute, she'd made her choice, she wouldn't back down.

"You might be scared, but another part of you likes it," she whispered into the shell of your ear, "I can smell it." Her hand found your waist, fingers wrapping around you possessively as she leaned closer, breath brushing your mouth.

Just as Kara's lips brushed your own, her head snapped up, like she'd heard something no one else could. In a moment. She leaped off of you and flew towards the massive hole in the glass, staring out at the sky above the city.

Then you heard, like a plane but faster, something soaring through the air coming towards you both.

Clark didn't stop, driving right into Kara and sending her stumbling before she planted her feet and broke the floor as she dug in the toe of her boots, arms coming up to catch Clark around his shoulders before lifting him up and slamming him back into the ground with a hard crash.

In the daze he didn't notice as she placed a knee on each of his strong arms, pinning him to the floor as she lifted her fist, sending it down onto his face before loading up the next punch. She didn't even blink, that was the worst part, you had to watch as she pummelled her cousin over and over— the only family she had left, the man who had taught her English and lived with her when she felt so alone.

"Kara!"

You screamed her name as you picked up the biggest shard of glass you could find, pressing it against your neck as you looked at her, a thin trail of blood had already begun dripping from where you held it too tight against your skin.

"Stop, please," you begged her, watching as she heaved with exertion and Clark's face began to bloom purple under her strength. At the sight of you and your blood her eyes flickered, the red fading for a moment as the blue shone through— Kara breaking through.

Tears lined her eyes the longer she watched you tremble.

"Come back to me," you pleaded.

Kara gasped at your words before looking down at Clark below her, her breath caught in her throat as she realised what she had done. Pushing herself off of her cousin and crawling backwards until her back hit the other wall.

"Fuck!" Kara gasped, eyes wide as she pressed a trembling hand over her mouth.

You dropped the glass in an instant, rushing over to Kara and falling to your knees in front of her, ignoring the way small splinters of glass pierced your jeans and cut your skin.

Both of your hands raised to cup her cheeks, making her look at you and remove the hand against her mouth, "It's okay. You're okay." You murmured it over and over again until her breathing began to settle.

Pulling her into your arms as she slumped against you and cried, small apologies leaving her lips over and over.

"It- wasn't your fault Kar," coughed Clark as he began to sit up, sporting a black eye and split lip, "Red Kryptonite, you were exposed on that last mission.." Clark smiled at her sadly, ribbing a finger over his bruised eye, before standing and crouching by you both. "It's my fault, I should've seen the signs earlier."

"Im so sorry—" Kara choked as a fresh wave of tears hit hear, "I didn't mean to- hurt you."

"It wasn't you Kara, you had no choice." You tried to assure her, but you could tell the guilt still lingered. You looked at Clark and thanked him before helping Kara stand and leading her to your bedroom.

You helped her get into bed, "Sleep will help, I promise."

"I love you," she whispered, eyes still wet and guilt hot in her gut,

"I love you too."

[frightboy]

Thank yall for the requests I am slowly working through them don’t worry

[frightboy]

Hi! Saw you were taking requests for Supergirl! Kara is trying to take care of reader after they got to drunk on a night out which would be easier if they weren't on a planet with a red sun and reader wasn't a latern.

DRUNKEN GIRLFRIENDS

Kara Zor El x fem!lantern reader

Summary: after one to many shots in the bar, Kara takes you home and tries to put you to bed— if only you didn’t find it so funny to give her a little trouble along the way.

Warning: alcohol, light violence, making out, drunkness, slightly suggestive in some parts, but mostly fluff, established relationship

Word count: 1.5k

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The bar, like usual, was deafeningly loud— shitty alien music blasting out of rusted speakers. You and Kara had been there for hours by now, drinking the night away with flaming blue shots and foreign off-planet liquor.

The planet's red sun had set hours ago, but it still meant Kara's powers were drained, leaving only a semblance of strength behind.

Another round of shots quickly arrived in front of you both, she picked one up in sync with you and held the glass out so you could clink them together, before sending them back. Kara cringed at the burn and laughed at you when you coughed at the bitter taste that had washed over your human tongue.

By now, your vision was slightly blurred and the room was spinning slowly, transforming the bright LED lights of the room into bright pink and blue stars, the colours reflecting on your girlfriend's blonde hair and making it look beautiful and multicoloured. You leaned towards her and picked up a thick lock, twirling it between your fingers softly as she watched.

The smile on her face grew as she saw your fascination and the extent of your inebriation, "Are you tired yet? It's like three in the morning," questioned Kara, as you continued messing with her hair.

"Mmm, a little," you slurred, now looking at her, "You?"

Kara noticed how your eyes were half lidded and unfocused, you had both definitely drunk enough for one night, all she wanted now was to crawl into bed with you and sleep cuddled with you as the alcohol wore off.

Kara grabbed your hand, pulling you up from the chair and into her arms, she kissed you quickly and took your hand, "Yeah, im beat." Then she led you towards the exit— tried to at least, before some overly large alien dude bashed straight into her, making her stumble back, releasing your hand in the process.

The guy didn't apologise, just grunted at Kara in some grumbly tone and told her to move, even though he was the one who wasn't watching where he swung all four of his arms.

In your drunken state anger built quickly, especially at the tone he used towards your girlfriend— you decided you would tell him exactly that. Furrowing your eyebrows and trying your best not to slur as you spoke, "Hey! How about you watch where you and your big ass arms are walking!"

Kara's eyebrows shot all the way up her forehead as the words left your lips, she knew a fight may begin in seconds, "Babe, its fine-"

The man turned towards you then, all sharp teeth and muscles, taking steps closer before attempting to intimidate you with a shove— he hadn't noticed the large green ring resting on your finger, nor the way it began to glow as a giant green baseball bat formed above his big bald head, as he lifted an arm the bat swung at him with a loud thud. Bashing straight into the back of his skull.

He hit the floor in a second, star’s spinning in a circle over his head as he passed out. Kara laughed for a second before remembering herself and seeing how other patrons of the bar were all staring, "Gotta go!"

She quickly grabbed your wrist again, pulling you up and over the man's passed out body, then through the bars exit into the night's cold air.

Kara crouched lightly in front of you, and in an instant you climbed on and wrapped your arms around her neck as she held you under your thighs, letting her carry you towards the ship as it sat waiting for you to return.

"Oh my god, that was insane," Laughed Kara, climbing the steps of the ship and going through the door, "He was out fucking cold."

You pushed your face deeper into her shoulder, your cheek to her ear, trying to suck some of the warmth from her skin, "He shouldn't have ran into you then."

The warmth of the ship was a welcome reprieve from the night's cold air. Kara walked you over to the bathroom and gently set you down onto the sink, moving into the space between your open knees and grabbing your toothbrush from the holster and lining some toothpaste on the bristles.

Kara tried to move it towards your mouth, but it was suddenly pulled from her grip by a translucent green hand that dangled it above her head, beaming out from the ring on your finger as you tried to hide your drunken smile.

Kara hit you with a 'really?' look before going on her tip toes to try and grab the toothbrush from your powers’ grip. You giggled at her lightly before moving the toothbrush even higher, completely out of her short reach.

It was especially funny to you, as you knew the planets red sun meant she couldn’t fly like she usually could, and had to deal with human problems like height restrictions.

Suddenly, Kara rushed forward and smashed her mouth against yours hotly, moving one hand to grip harshly at your waist, digging her fingers in until you hummed against her lips— her other slowly moved up to grab the toothbrush from your powers’ drooping height, while you were distracted.

As soon as it was in her grip she yanked it down and free, pulling away from you to shove it in your mouth.

Through the toothbrush in your mouth, you gargled a whiny, "Hey.." before slumping back against the bathroom mirror and brushing your teeth lazily, nearly punching yourself in the mouth at one point.

Not noticing as Kara smirked at your way before beginning to clean her own teeth, "Sucks to suck, babe."

Once that was finished, Kara dragged you over to the bed, pushing you down onto the mattress before squatting down and opening the drawer to find some pajamas for you both.

"Kara hurry up," you moaned as you flopped back onto the bed, arms beside your head and huffing impatiently. The room was beginning to spin less, but still you felt a little restless, and Kara seemed determined to get you both to sleep.

Kara stood with clothes now in her hands, throwing a shirt over your face and grabbing your shoulders to pull you up and sitting again. The shirt tumbled from your face and fell into your lap messily.

Kara reached out and slid her fingers under the edge of your shirt, thanking you when you raised your arms so she could fully pull the shirt off, dropping it into a scrunched ball on the floor somewhere.

She picked up the new shirt from your lap and helped you put your head and arms through the right holes, trying not to make fun of you when you tried to shove your head through the sleeve—multiple times.

"It didn't take that long did it? So impatient," she chastised warmly, stroking your face with her thumb as she cupped your jaw. Leaning down to place a quick kiss on your lips. Your own hands reached up and twisted the material of her shirt in a tight grip, pulling her down towards you.

Behind her, another green construct creation materialised from your mind and gave her an extra push,all the way down onto your lap.

"Sneaky," she murmured against your lips, in between lazy kisses, a knee placing itself on each side of your lap. Kara slid her hands to the back of your neck as she kissed you deeper, over and over.

With a groan, she pulled away, "We should stop before we start something we won't finish."

You chased her lips, before placing a kiss at the underside of her jaw, "I'm sure you'll finish."

"Nice try," smiled Kara, looking at you and your drunken, hazy eyes— she could see the tiredness slowly envelop you more as each second passed, "Besides we have to wake up early to pick up Krypto from Clark's house."

"Finee," you sighed, flopping fully back onto the bed once again, this time bringing Kara down with you and closing your eyes.

"Baby I still haven't got changed and you're only half way done," argued Kara as you gripped her around the waist and pressed your face into her neck.

With a flick of your wrist, a green paper airplane flew towards the light switch and hit it with a click, bathing you both in darkness, "You'll survive one night not in your pajamas."

Kara just turned further into your hold, placing her chin on the crown of your head and tangling her legs with yours.

At least she had managed to take her coat and boots off before bed. It would have to do, because you had already begun snoring quietly into her skin

[frightboy]

So who wants to send me Kara Zor el x reader requests….please

[frightboy]

PINKIE PROMISE?

Kara Zor El X Fem!reader- established relationship

Warnings: mentions of blood and injuries, hospitals, talks of grief and death, basically just hurt and comfort man, swearing, slight spoilers! But not really?

Summary: When you get badly injured during the final battle with Krem, Kara becomes terrified of losing the person she loves most in the world.

Word count: 1.72k

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Kara's world had died, and with it, everything she had ever known and loved. Krypton had slowly rotted and succumb to disease and sickness. That fact would always remain true, nothing could bring her home back— her people, culture, entire life as she knew it, was all gone.

Nothing could replace Krypton— she would forever have an Argo City shaped hole in her chest.

Then somehow, albeit slowly, you had managed to fill that hole. You couldn't fill it perfectly, there was still gaps that forever remained. But you were something similar, something that made her feel whole again. Eventually, you managed to become everything to her, a new and different world that only she could call her own.

In you time together, you had made her realise that parts of earth, especially its people, could become things she cared for— as deeply as she did those on Krypton.

To her, you were now everything; she rotated on your axis, orbited round you like the sun.

It was because of that fact, when she saw the blade pierce through the vulnerable flesh of your stomach, Kara felt like her world had shattered all over again. Images of her mothers veined and slowly dying face flashed behind her eyes, instilling her with pounding grief she had tried to drown out with liquor and red suns.

Mind altering substances didn't aid her in this moment, nor as she carried you with bloodied hands to her ship. Stone cold sober, she had Ruthye put as much pressure her small hands could muster onto your wounds, desperate to staunch the blood as it fell in thick rivets— down you suit shirt, down the girl child's arms and finally, down you chin as it dribbled from your lips.

"Kara! The frequency in which her blood is being expelled isn't reducing, you must do something more severe and soon," Ruthye had always been a girl with a mind far greater than her age, but in this moment, she was reduced to her more child like attributes— the pure and utter fear in her voice echoed that fact.

Over the long and draining course of your intergalactic venture with the aforementioned girl, a bond had grown between you both: in the beginning, you found her utterly posh and theatrical, but since shedding blood and sharing experiences along side her, part of you had softened exponentially.

Your new found care towards the child was the sole reason why you restrained the inhumane groan that threatened to rip from your throat as she pushed on you weeping stomach, the pain was overwhelming, it numbed you to reality until all you could feel was the fire like burning radiating from you lower half.

In mere moments after the demand left the younger girls lips, Kara was there.

Kneeling by your bedside with shaking and bloodied hands, her eyes were wild and untamed as they dragged over ever single inch of your form. She pushed Ruthyes' hands away and replaced them with her own firmer ones, commanding that she leave and go strap herself into the co-pilots seat as the ships jet engines began to rumble into full throttle— soaring you through space as quickly as it could muster.

A thin sheen of sweat has begun to line the top of your pale forehead, Kara moved to wipe it away with her fingers but only managed to smudge a red streak over you clammy skin, whining deep in her throat when she realised, "Kara?" You mumbled, eyes bleary and throat dry.

"Hi, baby," She whispered, thumb rubbing constant stroked against the apple of your cheek, "Its okay, im here."

The alien girl looked down, for she couldn't bare to look at you in such pain, to watch as agony coated your features.

"Why are..you crying?" Your breathing was short and laboured, each new syllable seemed difficult for you lips to wrap themselves around, like a heavy weight had been tied around your tongue.

Thin trails of salty moisture had carved paths down the soft ivory of Kara's cheeks, her eyes were reddened with emotion and her mouth twisted into a deep frown, she hadn't noticed the tears had begun, too focused on the way you were essentially dying before her.

"I just got something in my eyes, its nothing," the Kryptonian was trying to be comforting, it seemed through the blood loss you had become rapidly confused, part of her was relieved that you couldn't feel the damage, but a larger part of her felt like sobbing even harder because she knew the confusion meant dangerous levels of haemorrhaging.

Tough shaking, you lifted a blood streaked hand, and tried to wipe the tears from you lovers cheeks, as softly as you could, making a noise of discontent when she sobbed out even harder at the action.

Just as Kara opened her mouth to say something, your head jerked hard, a convulsion rippling over your entire body as your eyes rolled into the back off your head and your consciousness finally sub combed to the fatal injuries you had endured.

Kara panicked instantly, choking on her breath and trying to shake you awake, pushing her fingers beneath your ear and remembering the suck air into her lungs when she felt your heartbeat, even if it was sluggish and struggling, "Fuck!"

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The next time you woke up, all you could hear was a steady, albeit rather grating, beeping coming from your left hand side. Beneath you was some government issued hospital bed, you could tell because the mattress was as hard as thick bricks under your already aching back.

It was late, window blinds being drawn shut and blocking the dark room out from the rest of the world, a shoddy night lamp being the only illumination in the entire room, painting the ceiling in soft hues of orange.

There was a pressure on your hand, and when you looked you realised a person was sitting, asleep, with their face pressed into your thigh— using it as a makeshift pillow. Kara's hand was interlocked with yours and she had drawn them both against her chest, so tightly you could feel each even beat as it thudded through her t-shirt.

Her cheek was smushed and flushed pink with sleep, you laughed softly at the sight, she still managed to look endlessly beautiful with her hair curled and messy, supersuit traded in for casual clothes. Movement of you stomach made pain spike through you, all the way up to the tips of you fingers.

You gasped lightly as the pain slowly faded, you pulled the sheet down as quickly as you could and let your eyes drift over the stitches holding your skin together with thin black thread.

Memory's rushed back in then, fragmented and blurry— a sword, sliding through you belly with ease before being pulled out gracelessly, you remembered bright and hot lights as Kara laser-ed offender away from you, then the pain and a familiar bed.

After that it gets misty and disjointed, flashes of red and blonde hair, you remembered the feeling of Kara's cheek as you held it— but nothing else, just darkness.

All the moving of the sheets, even though subtle, must've awoken your girlfriend and her keen alien senses.

At once, she was awake and staring at you with wide eyes and an open mouth. Without waiting, she pushed froward with insane speed and wrapped her arms tightly around your shoulders, pressing her face deep into your neck. Simultaneously, your own arms raised and mirrored hers on you.

"Holy shit, you awake." Kara mumbled the words into your neck, her happiness was apparent, so was the thick sound of relief in her tone. The girl pulled back then, meeting your eyes, leaving just inches between you as her arms stayed strong around your shoulders, "Don't you ever do that again or I swear to Rao, ill kill you myself."

A soft smile spread onto your mouth at her words, "I love you to Kara."

Wetly, she laughed at your words before moving closer and smashing your mouths together, kissing you like shed lost you, and she nearly had. Kara poured all the words she refused to vocalise inot the kiss, hoping with her entire being that you could understand them.

Moving a hand, you cradled her jaw in your palm, sitting up slightly so you could kiss her deeper, taste more of her, over and over and over— until your breath ran out and darkness threatened to slip back in.

The blonde kissed you one last time, deep and loving and everything you needed in that moment, before pulling away and settling back into the chair— not before pulling it closer to the bed so she could hold your hand more comfortably.

"Where Ruthye and Krypto?" You asked, missing them both already.

"At Clarks appartment, they needed sleep." Shrugged Kara.

A wince overtook your features, imagining the chaos, "And how is Clark fairing with a spoiled super-powered dog and a teenage alien?"

"Probably terribly, but that's not my focus right now," she smiled, "You are."

With a squeeze of your hand, you questioned the girl, "Are you okay, Kar?"

You watched as Kara swallowed thickly, and pushed fingers through her messy hair, ripping through the deep knots as they appeared, "You died. It was just for a few seconds, barely even four," a tremble had settled over her words, "But it felt like my world disappeared all over again, and i cant stop thinking about it."

You tugged at her hand, pulling hr up from the chair and moving over so she could slip onto the bed with you, laying so you faced each other. At the proximity, you could see the creases of anxiety as they dug into her features, the scrunch of her eyebrows and the frown tugging at her lips.

"Im so, so sorry Kara," you pushed some hair behind her ear and intertwined your legs, "But im not going to leave you, I refuse to."

"Promise?"

You lifted your pinky and met hers, locking them together before brining hers to your lips and kissing it in protection, "I promise."

She kissed you again then, sweet and soft, tasting of peppermint and strawberry gum, it lingered even as you both closed your eyes and let sleep take over.