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Mega Masterlist

AN: DO NOT BE ALARMED! I know things look different but lets just call it spring cleaning. I hit the 100 link limit so things had to change. So without further ado welcome to the Mini Masterlist hub aka the Mega Masterlist. Choose a path whether it be Marvel, WWE, Halloween, DC, or ETC. ; find something you like and get all comfy cozy.

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MINI MASTERLISTS

Marvel Edition | Marvel Edition 2

Here you can find Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, and More

DC Edition

Here you're going to find Harley Quinn, Poision Ivy and More

ETC. Edition

Here you're going to find mostly one off pieces or things I couldn't group. Cheryl Blossom, Quinn Fabray, and the Harry Potter fics are in here, amongst others.

WWE Edition

Here you can find Charlotte Flair, Liv Morgan, and More

Halloween Edition

Here you can find the pieces from my Halloween special which will definitely be a seasonal thing. Halloween themed imagines for all characters will be under this section.

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oh no he's hot

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

anon in my inbox said fanfic writers who wrote about dark and taboo topics were not “real writers” because of what they wrote about.

reblog if you believe anon is wrong and writers are writers, no matter what they write about. no matter how they portray these taboo topics.

reblog if you believe art can be about topics that are controversial, taboo or outright disturbing, and artists who create controversial, taboo or outright disturbing art are as valid as artists who create art of conservative values.

reblog to laugh at anon ♡

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I just want to say

Loving your kara fics

Your writing is awesome

Thank you so mich commemts like this mean everything to be and definitely make a highlight in my day.

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Sober Kisses, Sober Intentions

Supergirl x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Notes: Fluff, spoiler free

Summary: You share a drunk kiss with your friend Kara, but it turns out you were both sober.

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Kara is supposed to be your friend. A friend that you may or may not have kissed. You both passed it off as a drunken incident. Neither of you brought it up or talked about it.

However the kiss has been marinating in your mind since it happened a few days ago. The more you think about it, the more things you start to realize.

The first thing you realize is that you weren’t that drunk if you remember the night with a crystal clear clarity.

The second thing is that Kara is Supergirl. She is from the planet Krypton. Kara should not be able to get drunk on Earth. It would take a godly amount of booze to even get her buzzed.

So the more you think about it, it becomes less of a drunk kiss. Which completely intimidates you.

Why would Supergirl kiss you of all people?

If you were being honest, it was more than just a simple peck. They were throwing a party for the Justice League. Something about a world ending threat being annihilated. Clark had invited you so you decided to go.

At some point in the night you end up outside of the party. You’re sitting on a bench in a beautiful backyard, with a full view of every star in the sky.

It’s only you out there until Kara joins.

“The party is inside you know?”

“I know.”

She takes a seat, leaving no space between the two of you. You aren’t complaining, the cold air had been almost freezing. Her natural body heat made you feel warm almost instantly.

“You okay?”

The question causes you to look at her. You don’t mean to react, but you don’t think you’ve been this close to her before. She’s beautiful. It’s not new information, but seeing her glow in the pale moon light definitely amplified the way you felt about her.

You try your best not to break eye contact with her, but for a split second you look at her lips.

“I’m fine.”

She hums, “I don’t think I like that answer.”

You shrug lightly, “Well it’s my answer.”

The Kryptonian shakes her head, “That’s not going to work for me. What’s going to take your evening from fine to great?”

The words leave your mouth without your permission, “I could think of something.”

The panic is almost instant as you turn your head away from Kara. She’s not an idiot and she’s not as bad at taking hints as Clark. You know that she knows exactly what you’re insinuating.

You’re in shock when you feel Kara delicately turn your face back to hers. She leaves her fingers against your cheek. The look she’s giving you only makes your heart beat faster.

“Like what?” Her smile is full of mischief.

She leans in first. You follow her lead. It really does start off innocently enough. She tries to pull away, you chase her, recapturing her lips. When you pull away, it’s her pulling you back in.

At some point you climb into her lap. Your hands are on her shoulders, and hers are around your waist. You’re both holding back moans. Neither of you are concerned about the party. You’re wrapped up in each other.

You have no idea how long you kiss for. All you know is that Kara’s lips are soft and she uses cherry chapstick.

The kiss ends abruptly when you hear the back door open, indicating that someone was coming out. You jump off of Kara nearly falling. She’s quick to stabilize you with a singular arm.

“Oh my god, it’s so nice out here. The air is fresh,” Jimmy enters the yard with a group of people in tow.

He approaches the two of you for small talk, which you engage with normally. Kara’s arm keeps its place against your side throughout the interaction.

When Jimmy leaves , Clark comes to steal Kara for some hero chat with the rest of the league. You do wait for awhile but eventually you end up leaving the party.

The next time you see Kara neither you address it, and that persists between then and now.

You had thought that this was for the best, but now it’s all you can think about. She’s all you can think about.

You let out a huff of annoyance. Little did you know, not too far from you Kara was having the same dilemma.

She wasn’t drunk at all that night. She knew you weren’t drunk either.

“You’ve been moping since the party,” Clark says as he walks past the couch Kara is currently sprawled out on.

She just gives him a disinterested hum.

“Is this cause of the kiss?”

She sits up straight, “How do you know about that?”

“Super hearing,” he says nonchalantly.

Kara groans.

Clark takes a seat next to Kara, “I don’t understand why neither of you are going for it if I’m being honest.”

Kara squints, “You think she’d go for me?”

Clark nods his head, “Kara you’re a literal super hero.”

“That’s not always a good thing Clark. What if it’s too much for her?”

Clark waves Kara off, “Y/n has pulled a chunk of miscellaneous alien tech from my ribs. Don’t think the profession discourages her.”

“I really don’t want to fuck this up.”

The dark haired man places a hand on her shoulder, “You won’t, you should really go talk to her.”

The blonde is reluctant but she gets up, “Do you ever get tired of the whole boy scout thing?”

“I could never get tired of being helpful,” he smiles genuinely.

She rolls her eyes, “Oh brother.”

“Cousin actually,” he jokes.

Kara moves towards the door without a glance at her cousin. When she opens it you’re standing there with your fist up. She immediately closes the door.

Before she panics and opens it again.

“Hi, um sorry, I just wasn’t expecting you to be there. I was actually coming to see you, if I can believe that,” the blonde laughs nervously.

“Hey Y/n.”

You wave at the man inside, “Hey Clark.”

Kara narrows her eyes, “So you’re just going to ignore me?”

Your eyes lock on hers and she feels the pull instantly, “Hi Kara.”

She softens, “Hi Y/n.”

Your hands fall behind your back as you rock on the balls of your feet, “I came to see if you maybe wanted to go on a walk.”

Kara tosses a glance over her shoulder. Clark is looking on with a reassuring smile. “I’ll be back later.”

“Have fun you two.”

The door shuts behind her.

“I take it this is one of those walks where it doesn’t really matter where we’re going.”

You nod, “Definitely one of those walks.”

“Do you mind if I take us somewhere?”

“Lead the way Supergirl,” that pulls a small chuckle from Kara.

You walk side by side in silence. It’s not awkward, but there’s definitely something in the air. The streets are crowded today. It makes you a little anxious, but you don’t harp on it.

As if she can sense it, Kara takes hold of your hand. She doesn’t ask or address it. The Kryptonian simply places her hand in yours. It does work to lessen some of your nerves.

You end up in a park. Kara heads straight for the swings. She sits first and you follow her lead.

“I think you know what we need to talk about,” you break the silence.

She nods, “I know.”

You sigh, “We kissed.”

She finishes your thought, “And we were not under any kind of influence.”

You begin to kick your feet lightly in the seat of the swing, “So what does that mean?”

Kara copies your motion. “It means I finally got to do something that I wanted to do for a long time now.”

“You wanted to kiss me?” There’s disbelief in your words.

“Of course I wanted to kiss you, Y/n. There’s no one else like you on this planet, or any other planet for that matter.”

You glance at her, “You’re literally-”

She shakes her head, “I know, and if that’s a deal breaker for you I get it.”

“It’s not,” you say quickly.

“Are you sure?”

You smile, “Very sure.”

Kara stops her momentum and you do the same. The way she’s looking at you makes you feel warm inside. You can see the nerves in her expression. The determination is there too, in the way she sets her jaw.

“I think we should be more than friends. I’ve had these feelings for awhile,” she admits.

You tease her, “Like friends with benefits.”

She responds softly, “No, not that. I already care too much about you for that to work.”

You get off of your swing and stand in front of Kara. “I was just joking. I want something more with you too.”

She tilts her head up to meet your eyes, “Yeah?”

You extend your hand and she takes it, allowing you to pull her up. “Yeah.”

She ends up less than a foot in front of you. There’s a reserved smile breaking out across her face. It feels contagious as you begin to mirror her expression.

“Can I kiss you again?” Kara’s hands are already hovering over your waist when she asks.

You don’t reply verbally. You give her the smallest of nods. She leans in more hesitantly this time. The blonde’s movements are stuttering, building up the anticipation.

You can’t wait anymore. You meet her halfway. It catches her by surprise but she relaxes almost instantly.

Supergirl only pulls away because you’re in a public place. Her forehead rests against yours and her eyes are closed. Yours are open, you revel in the expression she’s making.

Unable to help yourself, your thumb reaches up to pull Kara’s lip down, just a little. You see her full body shiver.

“You like that?”

Her eyes open, “I like everything you do.”

Heat crawls up your face immediately, “I really like you too Kara.”

“What if I took you out right now?”

“Like a date?”

She pecks your lips again. “Yeah like a date.”

You’re practically swooning, “I’d love that.”

She loops her arm through yours. “Let’s go then, pretty girl.”

“Following your lead, Supergirl.”

[traveler-at-heart]

Better than him

Summary: After breaking up with your boyfriend, you go to his stepparent's house to pick up your stuff. It's totally fine that you have a crush on his stepmother.

G!P Natasha Romanoff x F!R.

A/N: Would this be a fun series? Maybe? Enjoy.

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Some friends you have.

You texted Kate, Darcy and Wanda to ask for help and they’re all busy.

Y/N: Guys, come on. In and out. Just get my swim suit?

Kate: It’s a long drive. 

Wanda: Just skinny dip in the pool ;)

Darcy: Maybe that will get you laid

Y/N: Not funny.

What happened to all the talk about dumping his ass? You finally broke up with the asshole they all hated and now they can’t help you pick up some stuff from his family home.

And fuck, you don’t want to see him but you really need the bathing suit you left at his parent’s place. It’s Carol’s birthday and you don’t want to be late for the party. 

Fine, whatever. You’re a big girl. You can do it.

Still, it takes you five minutes of sitting in the car before you gather the courage to drive there. Kate’s definitely overreacting, because it only takes you fifteen minutes to get there.

It’s a very nice house, in the outskirts of the city. There’s a terrace, a freakin home theater and a pool, which is why you left your bathing suit there last time.

You nudge your car door with your hip, removing your sunglasses to admire the view of the city from the hill.

You’re not going to miss your ex, but you are going to miss this view.

Before you have a chance to knock, though, someone steps out of the house and you stay glued to your spot, feeling like an intruder.

Natasha Romanoff, stepparent of he-who-shall-not-be-named, looks at you, a little startled.

You hesitate too.

Does she know? Did he tell her all the bullshit he pulled? Or just lied and made it out like you were some crazy woman?

“Hi, detka” she breaks the silence and your heart skips a beat.

Oh, my.

You’re going to miss that beautiful, raspy voice a lot more than you’re going to miss the view. 

“Hi, Mrs. Romanoff”

“Call me Natasha” she says with a smile and you nod.

“Even if I dumped your son?”

“Stepson” she makes the distinction as if it is something important. “And I’m… very sorry about the way he treated you. You deserve better”

“Thank you”

It was nice to hear it from someone as mature and grounded as Natasha. Truthfully, she had been wonderful to you throughout your relationship and you were worried she’d think you didn’t notice or weren’t grateful for her kindness.

“Of course. And if you ever need anything… I’m always here”

You have to stop yourself from swooning at her. Gosh, why can’t that idiot be half of the person Natasha is? Thoughtful, kind, caring. All qualities your ex lacked, and Natasha had too much of.

“I’m actually here because I left a bathing suit and I’m going to this party. I don’t know if I could just go look for it or you can look, if you’re not comfortable with me being inside your home…” you stutter.

“None of that. You are always welcomed” she says, reaching for your hand. You smile, and follow her inside. “You know the way to his room. Anything that’s yours, take it. No questions asked. He doesn’t deserve half the things you gave him, anyway”

“Uh, ok. Thanks Mrs…” 

“Detka”

“Thank you, Natasha” you correct yourself, going up the steps before she can catch your blush.

As usual, his room is a mess. Even if he doesn’t spend so much time here, because his mother and Natasha are divorced. Of course, Natasha always welcomed him, considered him family even if the only reason they were related was no longer “valid”. 

Thinking about Natasha is distracting you from your actual task, so you shake your head and open the drawers. The first thing you notice is a black thong that does not belong to you. But you already knew he was cheating.

At least you were clean. You got tested as soon as you found out he was sleeping around.

“Asshole” you mutter, closing the drawer and walking to the closet. There it is, your blue bikini, neatly folded at the top of a laundry basket that he probably didn’t do.

No, this must have been Natasha. There’s a knot in your stomach at the realisation that this is the last time you’ll see her. Part of you wants to stay longer, pretend you couldn’t find it… but no, that’s ridiculous. Natasha doesn’t care that you’ll never see each other again.

A text from Darcy snaps you out of your thoughts. It’s getting late and you’re sure the bathroom at Carol’s will be crowded, so you decide to change into the bathing suit here, and just put on your denim shorts and t-shirt over it.

For some stupid reason, you get completely naked, kicking your shorts to the side and bending down to get the bottom half of your bikini.

And then you hear the door opening. 

“Hey, did you… shit. Sorry”

Natasha slams the door shut and you stay in the same position, ashamed. 

She got a perfect view of your ass and probably a lot more than that, with you bending over, back to the door.

The bathroom is across the hall, why the fuck did you have to get changed here?

You get dressed so fast that your arms get stuck in your t-shirt. You need to get out of here and get drunk because you’ll never be able to look at Natasha in the eyes again.

As you get down the stairs, every step feels amplified by your shame. You don’t even know if you should say goodbye or just leave.

But that would be rude.

So, you put on your big girl pants (a decision that has proven to be disastrous so far) and walk up to her study. 

Seems like Natasha’s not the only one that doesn’t knock, because you come in without thinking of announcing yourself.

Natasha looks up, slightly alarmed and you avoid her eyes, blushing.

“Detka… I’m sorry. I thought you’d leave after… I should have knocked. I’m so sorry” 

“No, it’s fine. I should have changed in the bathroom. Stupid mistake” you chuckle, finally looking up. Natasha is frowning, and you walk up to her desk. “I should get going. It feels… weird to say goodbye to you. But I guess there’s no reason for us to meet again” 

“Well… yeah. I guess so” Natasha sighs.

If you only knew, ever since she heard you broke up with her stepson, she’s been desperate to find a reason to keep in touch.

Natasha was happy to hear that you finally found the courage to leave him. Even if she had certain affection for her stepson, she knew his mother had raised him to be entitled and selfish.

You deserved better.

She’s still thinking about her conflicting emotions, but you mistake her silence with annoyance. You look down, because you know if you keep staring into those green eyes, you won’t be able to leave.

“Oops, my shoelace” you notice, kneeling to tie it. Always happens when you put your shoes in a hurry. 

However, you completely forget about that when you get a look at Natasha under her desk. 

Particularly, at the erection that’s straining against her pants.

Fuck, fuck.

Your mouth waters at the simple thought of being on your knees for her.

But you can’t just…

Can you?

No, you need to approach this slowly. Casually. Maybe she’s just… very visual. She saw you naked and got hard. Big deal.

“You know…” you begin to say when you get back on your feet, Natasha looking at you intently, completely unaware that you caught her. “I always hoped some of your… traits would rub off on him. Maybe that’s why I stuck around for so long. I hoped he’d be as gentle and kind as you are”

“That’s… very nice of you. You deserve someone who values you. You’re amazing, detka” she says and you smile, looking around her study, moving towards the bookcase, glancing at some of the titles. 

“Yeah… I keep thinking I should date someone older” 

“Oh. Maybe. That doesn’t always guarantee that they’ll be more mature” she tries to joke.

“Would you?”

“Would I what?”

“Date someone younger” you throw the question in the air, looking at her. Natasha struggles to keep eye contact, unsure on how to reply.

Truthfully? Not until she met you.

But what kind of person would she be if she went after her stepson’s girlfriend?

“I don’t know. Depends”

“On what?” you say, relentless.

“On what kind of person they are. Their plans for the future”

“How well they look bent over?”

This is too much, and it’s taking too long. The image of Natasha’s dick against her pants has your panties soaked. 

She needs to fuck you now.

“I can explain”

“Ok. I’m listening” you stand next to her, and she looks up at you, confused. 

Her frown morphs into a shocked expression as you kneel and settle between her legs.

“You don’t have to…”

“Were you not looking at me the other day when I was at the pool?”

Natasha looks away, her face almost as red as her hair. She’s about to apologize when you place your hands on her thighs, and she’s sure her voice is gone.

“Honestly, I’m tired of pretending that I don’t want this. Because all this time, I was hoping, wishing that I could be with you”

The admission makes her gasp, but you’re too focused on the tent in her pants to say anything else. Your hand goes up, slowly, squeezing experimentally. Natasha almost jumps out of the chair and you smile, pleased.

“Are you sure?” she says, knowing that she won’t be able to stop herself if you keep touching her like that.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life, Natasha”

With a sigh, she pushes your hands away and you’re confused for a second, but then she pulls her pants down to her knees, briefs going next as her cock springs free.

“Fuck” you say, almost passing out. It’s big and thick and pulsing, almost red, precum already leaking.

You need it in every one of your holes.

Before Natasha can ask if you’re sure (again), you lean forward, giving the tip a kitten lick. 

Natasha throws her head back, moaning. Your warm mouth envelopes her, inch by inch, until she hits the back of your throat and it is a miracle she doesn’t come on the spot.

For a few minutes, all that can be heard is Natasha’s labored breathing and the wet sounds of your mouth working to give her pleasure. As you break apart to catch your breath, Natasha’s eyes shoot open.

She wants to taste you. 

A primal need overcomes her as she looks at you, beautiful and wrecked from giving her what’s probably the best blowjob of her entire life.

“Come here” she says, stumbling as her pants are still on. She pushes you to stand up, and then makes you sit on her desk, as she throws everything on the surface to the floor.

“That’s hot” you say as she takes off her pants to move freely. She stands between your legs, and you spread them so she can settle.

“Can I taste you?” she asks, almost shyly, and you want to laugh, because her dick was fucking your mouth thirty seconds ago.

Instead of answering, you take her hand and slide it down your body, hovering over your cunt.

“I’m so fucking wet. You’re making me soaked, Natasha. So, yes, eat me out, bend me over and fuck me anyway you want. Just, please, please…”

You’re about to plead for her to touch you when her lips crash against yours, the kiss desperate and messy as she undoes the button of your shorts and you kick them off. 

“Fuck” Natasha sighs when she realises you weren’t kidding, your cunt glistening with arousal. She sits at the edge of her chair, your legs positioned over her shoulders. You’d feel too exposed if it was anyone else. But Natasha’s gently touching your legs, leaving a trail of kisses from your calf to your inner thigh.

“So beautiful” she mutters before diving right in. Her voraciousness takes your breath away, arms giving in as you lay completely flat on the desk, enjoying the way her mouth moves against your entrance.

“Fuck, Tasha” you moan, fingers threading through her locks as her tongue goes up and down your slit. “I’m going to…“

That’s all the warning you can give her, as a flow of arousal gushes out of you and drips down her chin. She continues to lick you, aware that you’re too far gone to do anything else than take it.

You’re still recovering, but the thought of having her inside you is what keeps you from slipping into a post orgasm haze. It takes you a great deal of effort, but you sit up, chest heaving as Natasha helps you. The sight of your arousal on her face makes you clench.

“I…”

“We should…” she says and your heart drops. Is she regretting this?

“Want to go to my bedroom? I just think… you’d be more comfortable. Unless…” she begins to stutter, but you pull her by her shirt, shuting her up with your lips.

“Yes. Please. I need you inside me, Tasha”

The way her breath hitches tells you this is something she wants too. You’re a mess of limbs and half discared clothes as you leave the study and go up the stairs, this time for a far better reason.

As you walk through the door, you realise you’d never been inside her bedroom before.

Why would you, anyway?

You both look kind of ridiculous, the top of your bodies covered in clothes while you stay naked from the waist down. So, you decide to take off the t-shirt and the top of the bikini, your nipples hard as you turn around.

And the way Natasha’s looking at you? It sends chills down your spine.

“Off” you pull her shirt, when she approaches you, and she smiles, lifting her shirt over her head. 

You knew she was ripped, you had seen a bit of her muscles when her shirt rode up. More than once, you had daydreamed about riding her abs until you came.

“See something you like?” she jokes and you laugh, hand going down to squeeze her dick.

“You definitely do. Still hard”

“Tease”

“You have no idea” you say, smiling as she kisses you once again, this time slower until you submit completely and let her set the pace. 

“Bed” is all she says when you break apart. 

A little too eagerly, you climb to her bed and she takes a second to admire the sight of your naked body waiting for her, legs slightly spread open.

Natasha had been dreaming about this for so long, so she takes her time enjoying the moment. Her hands squeeze your breasts and you let out a long sigh as her mouth sucks on the right nipple, her tongue circling the nub until it’s almost painfully hard. You don’t even notice when she bites down, unfazed at the possibility of a bruise.

Truthfully, she’s not sure she’ll last long once she’s inside you, especially if she goes raw. Unless…

“Condom?”

“Still on the pill” you say, impatient. “I wanna feel you”

The eagerness in your voice is enough to make her focus back. 

“Have to stretch you first” she says, kissing the spot behind your hear as she places one of her hands next to your head, the other circling your entrance. You moan, one of your hands going to squeeze her forearm. “Relax, baby”

And you do, you try to at least, but you’re so wet that you hardly think it’s necessary to stretch you out. So, you end up flipping Natasha on her back, the older woman letting out a yelp as you sink in her shaft with no warning.

“Fuck, you’re so big” you moan, staying still to get use to her size. “Fuck, fuck, fuck”

“Do you…?”

“Gimme a second, baby. Just… yeah, that’s it” you say after a moment, starting to move in a circular motion. Natasha’s hands fly to your hips, mouth open as she enjoys the way her cock is enveloped by your warm and wet cunt.

“Detka, you’re so good” she says as you start to ride her, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.

“Fuck me, Natasha. Your cock is so deep, fuck, come inside me, please” you say, overwhelmed by the pleasure you’re feeling. 

It’s Natasha’s turn to flip your positions. On your back, you spread your legs and allow her to fuck you into the mattress, going hard and fast and deep, her hot breath against your ear as you moan louder and louder, begging her to go faster.

“I’m close, baby. Are you close too?”

“Yes” you whine, finding it hard to even form a coherent thought.

“Where do you want me to come?”

“Inside, fill me up, please” you beg, and Natasha groans, picking up her pace. As your orgasm approaches, you clench around her and that’s all she needs to let go.

Natasha groans as she releases all her seed inside your cunt, and you’re surprised by the way she keeps going and going.

The thought of being bred by Natasha makes you clench and she moans, still too sensitive.

“Sorry” you giggle, embracing her sweaty body as she collapses on top of you. 

“You ok? Want some water?”

“Yeah. In a minute” you say, wanting to stay close to her for as long as possible.

“In a minute” Natasha echoes, smiling as she feels your heartbeat against her chest.

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Darcy: Where are you?

Y/N: Gonna be real late.

Turns out, a minute turned into one more hour and three orgasms.

[wrenwritesanything219]

Just you carefully reminding Kara that you love her and only her no matter the timeline...

"This is gonna hurt," You tell her.

Kara nods, "I'll be fine baby."

...she got hit with kryptonite from luthor.

Clark gave as many details as he could.

"Okay," You mutter to mainly yourself.

You carefully began to clean the wound on her abdomen.

Kara immediately hisses in pain, even Krypto senses it.

The poor dog is too weak to sooth her nerves though.

"Almost done, gotta stay still for me." You mumble.

Kara nods and still mumbles curses under her breath.

After patching up, you bandaged her mid-section.

You took a second to admire your work.

Kara looks up at you.

A sense of uncertainty in her eyes as she reaches for you.

"I love you," You pecked her cheek. "My strong girl."

You wrapped your arms carefully around her, Kara clings onto you tighter.

You thought nothing of it till you felt a patch of wetness hitting your shirt.

"Kara, what's wrong?" You gently pulled yourself out of her embrace.

"You love me?" Her voice cracks in a soft whisper.

You caresses her cheek. "Of course I do."

"Why?" Kara asks.

"The fact you even question it makes me disappointed," You cup her face fully now. "Kara, honey, you are the light of my life. No pun intended."

That got a shy and small smile on her face, you took it as a sign to keep going.

"I love you because you bring joy, you make me happy, you make me feel loved on days I don't feel like I deserve even an ounce of it. When there are times you're confused on where you stand. I want to be the one that guides you home. I'll always love you, Kara, no matter the version."

The look of realization made its way on Kara's face. The tears welled up in her eyes again, but for good reason.

Your declaration meant a lot to her, you were steady or keeping her steady.

A stability that she's needed for so long.

"Hey, don't cry," You kissed her head, "Let's go and cuddle, you too Krypto cmon boy."

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May I humbly ask (or perhaps unhumbly. Maybe even daring to ask bouncily or castley or something) for numbers 1, 2 and 9? And or whatever your favourite number is or adds up to (if your favourite number is 1084 then it would be 13)? Also I like your writing and thank you for contributing to the pool of cakes

1. I prefer oneshots there's too much commitment in writing multi-chapters sometimes. I do often get request for additional parts when I have my request open and I don't mind up until the 4th part. A nice little 4 parter is cool.

2. I don't plan ahead in great detail, but sometimes I'll be like in this chapter I want this to happen or by this chapter this needs to be resolved. Like one sentence summaries more than full plans.

3. Not all the time but I think more than the average tumblr user. As someone who enjoys engagement on fics I try to give that same joy back to others. It really doesn't take much to comment "I really enjoyed this" or "I liked this part" etc. etc. Things like that can motivate writers to continue on.

& my favorite number is 5 😁

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27 and 41 for the ask thing!

Hey thanks for asking 🙌

27. I am a free writer type of girl, I very rarely know where the story is going until I'm done writing. So my favorite part is kind of seeing what my mind is coming up with in real time. My least favorite part is probably when I do have something specific I want to write it's always a big thing to tackle 😭. Like I loved writing Mob Law but it was a lot compared to just a random one-shot or imagine.

41. I reread my fics all the time. I love seeing someone reading my old stuff in my notifications and a lot of the times I'll go read it again too. It gives me a chance to go back, update the formatting a little, and fix mistakes because I don't really proofread before publishing.

[inmoonsblood]

my girl - kara zor-el

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How’s my girl doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, you’re cooked. 

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[thekiltongrammarwriter]

Summary: You take Kara Zor-El to a university party to just retrieve your notes for an upcoming harrowing Report due to the university treasury. What you don’t expect, is for you to leave drugged and with a few boys bleeding and bruised 18+ MDI smut written but not too graphic

Kara Zor el x fem Reader

Notes: protective Kara Zor-El, Kara beating up frat guys, mentions of drugs and roofies, Kara being the good her mother wanted her to be, girlfriend Kara at a all time high, fingering, smut, soft sex, Kara being gentle, just Kara zor el for the ladies. Clark being cousin of the year and interrogating a young 21 year old girl for Kara. Just something for myself.

Kara Zor-El and university parties did not do in tandem together. Different world’s entirely. Yes, Kara had been notorious for bar hopping on so many yellow suns, red included, she drank and drank until she could hardly remember her own name. Till krypto would lead her back to her ship by the seed of his teeth on her sleeve. But she had made a promise to herself-that she would not go back to being a girl with a drunken stupor as a shadow. That no matter the pain, the sorrow, she would continue to rely on her own heart.

To be the good that she could be. Even if it was as tiny as a Mustard seed. If that. So when she had met you one night as she had came out of Clark’s apartment, and had nearly run head first into you, did she realize what she was missing. You were small and kind and shy, with eyes the color of innocence. In some odd yet familiar way you reminded her of Ruthye Knoll. The same small figure, despite being Kara’s age, the same determined smile, only this one made her heart double pump in her chest like some magical firework had lit in her heart. Small smiles in the lobby had turned into small talk as Kara would offer to help with the groceries, krypto getting a treat every time without fail. Clark was the first to clock it, stating to Lois like Kara couldn’t hear them. “They’d be a beautiful couple. Just so dandy”.

Kara had simply scoffed, giving him the finger, “dandy? Who the hell says that?” she commented, but her cheeks had gone full red. Kara had started off by waiting for you in the lobby, using krypto as bait, making him mark any tree he could, hands in her pocket. It was comical at best, watching Kara Zor-El signal to her dog to pee to use as an alibi just to spend a few minutes with you. Kara learned your schedule, or by learned, she simply begged Clark to ask what you did.

“Just ask her what she does” she spoke, brushing shoulders with Clark as he and Lois sat on the couch, a popcorn bucket in hand. Clark’s eyebrows rose, his smile wide and endearing, “I don’t understand why you can’t just ask Kara” he spoke, giving her that familiar smile.

“Just do it” Kara had said. And so Clark had . You had been in the lift, bag pack in hand, tired from a long day, when Clark Kent from two doors across had snuck in with his glasses and calm disarming smile. You had smiled, “hi Clark. Busy day?” You had commented, and Clark nodded, “oh very. So much to do. What about you? What do you do?” Your eyebrows had raised, because when had Clark Kent ever been interested in you? A 21 year old girl in university? Clark’s lips moved in uncertainty as you eyed him with eyes that seemed to know too much, and soon he held his hands up, glasses off in his hand as the red letters on the lift lifted up to through the floors.

“Alright. You caught me. I’m asking because my cousin is interested in you. She wanted to ask herself but she’s very shy in regards to you-and I told her I’d ask.” Your eyes had widened, backpack no longer held between your fingers, “Kara? You’re talking about Kara right? She-she likes me?”

Clark nodded, “she digs you”

And so now, here you were, with your girlfriend in tow, holding fast to Kara’s hand as you plowed through the noisy crowd. Kara had been insistent that she did not want to attend your university charity party for the sorority. Number one, Kara didn’t know the first thing about sororities other than they painted nails and wore short skirts. Kara was supergirl for goodness sake, she was off world half of the time and fighting off aliens and protecting thirteen year old girl’s so what if she didn’t quite understand how university parties worked.

But you had to go, on account of you being the organizer of events, and working on a special report so, as soon as Kara heard you say the words, “I have to” she was dead set on going with you. When you had asked why the change of heart, she had simply looked at you and stated, “why not? I go where you go”.

Ever since the brigands and krem, freeing those helpless girls, Kara had been attune to the ways of the world. And especially its treatment of woman. So she stuck to your side like glue. And it was the same now, her hand laying lazily yet steady on your waist as you entered the loud party. It was wild and free and Kara kept closer as you wove through the crowd. You could sense Kara’s unease, in the way her blue eyes would wove through the crowd. X-ray vision at its finest. Training eyes to faces. Analyzing every inch of the room.

You found a stool beside the kitchen, and sat her down, “I’m just going to talk to the sorority girl’s real quick, get some things I need for the report I have due, and then we can head back home to krypto” you whispered into her ear, Kara’s eyes bore into your own, and suddenly her arms were woven around your waist, pulling you in closer, till the blonde of her lashes glinted in the neon lights. Till her forehead lay atop yours.

“I’ll be right here keeping an eye on you” she spoke, a lazy smile on her features, “don’t take too long” she spoke, and with a soft kiss on your nose she let you go. You blushed as you began walking to the girl’s across from the bar stool. Swaying just a little because Kara was watching.

Kara sat with eager eyes as you walked into the small group of girls. She watched as they all seemed happy to see you, some with wide grins and others least buzzed enough to hug you and say dramatically, “OMG I ADORE YOU”. It brought an amused smile to see you chatting with other girls. You were respectful and kind and like always trying to appease everyone with your report that was due. You had worked effortlessly on it, sitting on Kara’s bed, krypto at your heels as you typed on your laptop. It was a report about how much money had been accumulated in the year from members of the sororities. You always did like to work with numbers, something Kara found fascinating.

Kara waited patiently, hands on her drink, the plastic cup grinning back at her through the neon lights. she made a point to look sort of hunched over and unapproachable. She sat nursing her coke in her cup, eying you across the room. Matching your heartbeat in her ears.

The evening had gone well enough, and Kara suspected you’d be out in a couple more minutes. That left you with time to have dinner and get to bed. Comfy pajamas, and Kara falling asleep on your breasts because she could.

“Which girl did you give the drink to?” Kara’s ears couldn’t help but overhear. over the loud buzzing of the music, over the chattering of the teens and young adults, over the giggles and endless enthusiasm. Her eyes moved as she listened. There had been two boys sitting across from her, eying the group of girls you were chatting too, and Kara could immediately feel her gut twist. Like the compass in her gut was pointed to them.

“I gave the drink to Melanie, to give to any girl she thought was sweet enough to take for a ride”.

A ride. That’s what they called it. Like they weren’t just ruining a girl’s evening. Like they weren’t about to cause pain and misery and a trip to the health department. Some girl would stand in front of the health office with tears over her eyes and feeling sick to her stomach and ashamed to have to ask for a-

“It’s Rohypnol you idiot-“

Kara was up and out of her seat so fast, eyes moving back to the group you were in, just in time to see you take the cup gratefully, and take a large sip.

It was like having tunnel vision, everything from her environment shifted, lost color, lost motion, loss gradient. Kara’s ears burned, her fists curled inward in the way they’re get when she was pissed. And of course the girl who had given it to you, was Melanie Fields. The president of the infamous MET U sorority girls.

Bile rose fast in Kara’s throat as she watched Melanie signal to the boys, like it wasn’t obvious, and Kara wasn’t sure what was worse, the fact that Melanie was working with the frat boys, to lure girls in, eventually to send them off to the boys who would lead them into a dark room while they stumbled and loss consciousness. Or the fact that you adored her. Always talking about sweet Melanie and how amazing she was. Turns out, not amazing, a predator.

Like hell that would happen here.

Kara moved fast, so fast she scared the living daylight out of those boys, as soon as they saw her coming, they immediately stood straight, and Kara didn’t waste any time. Her anger was wild and free, and she had to remind herself she was back on earth, that she had to be disciplined in the way she did things.

“Why did you switch the cups?” It was said in such a confident way, Kara’s head tilting, her arms folded, grey eyes taking in the boys, who eyed each other.

“W-what? We didn’t switch the cups” one boy spoke, he was taller and lengthy, arms folded as well, side swept hair, and Kara could feel her smile widen, her fist aching for some action. She hadn’t been able to go off world for a while, not since she promised Clark she’d stay.

“You boys need to learn to talk with inside voices” she spoke, so condescending her tone could have made anyone ashamed. It drilled acid, it dripped disdain.

But before she could even take more step, Melanie was stepping in, all shy nerves and voice too put on, “Kara-kara-it’s just punch in the cups” she spoke, fast, blush on her cheeks like lying through her teeth was causing physical pain.

Kara’s eyes flitted over to her, and Melanie froze, eyes locking with hers, and in an instant, like Melanie knew, knew Kara knew, she held her head down, “I’m sorry-it was a stupid thing to do-I don’t know why I even said yes-I only wanted-“

Kara rolled her eyes, but her voice held no empathy, just cold firm truth, “when someone is in a position of trust Melanie, you don’t go drugging your own pledges or friends for that matter. And it makes me sick you’d stomach that” Kara was in her face now, “and the fact that you’d do that to my girlfriend” Kara had to step back, her fist shaking.

“I’d be worried about what type of person I am becoming to be able to say yes to that choice”. It sounded disappointed and Melanie couldn’t meet her eyes. It took everything in Kara not to pounce on Melanie. To rip her hair out or worse.

Turning to the boys, Kara took a step forward, “I’d stop if I were you. Because I’d have no problem turning a table over and stopping this party right here, right now” it came out like a growl, and the boys held their hands up, “no-no-“ one of them moved to take the baggy out of their shirt and throw it at Kara, “there. There.”

Kara eyed the bag in her hand, then the boys, she made a show of turning, but immediately her hand curled and made contact with both boys faces, it was a light punch, done with exact precision of her strength, but still sent the boys flying across the floor.

“Oh shit, you’ve got some blood on your faces-“ Kara spoke between a laugh, “I’d get you a napkin but-I don’t see any around” she spoke, she moved fast to grab one guy by the scuff of their collar, lips so close even as he tried to wipe the blood off his nose, “you do that again, and I hear about it, all it would take is one call to the board university and you’d be expelled so fast your head will spin. And who knows? I might pay you a little suprise and wait for you outside your dorm. And it won’t be the good kind”the release on his collar was a personal attack, because the boys head released and smacked down into the tile.

Everyone moved as Kara passed, most of the girl’s had wide eyed smiles and a few even shot her grateful looks, but Kara paid attention to no one, because you were no where in sight.

Kara was used to stressful situations, her whole life had been stressful situations. She was born on a portion of krypton that was poisoned, she watched her mother wither away, held her hand as she struggled for breath, but this-this made her terrified. Truly and utterly terrified.

Kara stood still, took a breath, and closed her eyes. She focused on finding your heartbeat. She scanned through the room, and when she found it, her eyes opened-but they weren’t blue.

They were red. Red like the Merlot you allowed herself on Friday nights cuddled into her. Crimson.

And immediately she flew into action, stopping some guy who was pushing you to a room, while you struggled, “no-get off me-I don’t-I want my girlfriend ” the words were soft and fading, like they took effort to say them.

Kara didn’t even give the guy a warning, she just grabbed him by his coat and kicked him so hard in his balls that he howled in pain then threw him to the floor like a discarded candy bottle. He collided with picture frames and painting on the walls.

Immediately she was by your side, taking your cheeks into her hands, her eyes back to the diluted blue you knew.

“Hey-you’re ok-“ she spoke, moving to wipe some tears from your face. She rubbed gentle circles on your chin, underneath your jaw, “it’s ok. I’m here. I’m here-nothing bad is going to happen to my girl” she spoke, you seemed relieved, but that quickly faded, and soon you were falling into her arms, fighting hard to keep your eyes open.

It was a blur, Kara’s strong arms wrapped around you as she carried you out of the party, and the last thing you remember was Kara’s lips on your forehead, “it’ll be ok babygirl” she cooed. Then darkness.

You woke up to a tail wagging on your face. A small feather like sensation that made your eyes squint, because your vision was blurred, and your mouth was dry.

“Krypto get off the bed” Kara spoke, snapping her fingers, you could feel krypto jump off the bed and onto the floor of Kara’s ship. The sun rose low, and immediately Kara was replacing krypto’s weight, moving to grab your cheeks into her cold hands, which made you hum and follow her hands, chasing after her.

Kara’s lips moved to softly glide over your cheek, then meet the apples of your cheeks before pressing a soft light kiss to your lips, “good morning sweet girl” she spoke, and when you tried to get up she only pushed you down, her whole palm over your bare stomach, the act made your stomach lurch, because it was so attractive. Kara’s hand which was placed firmly on your stomach, fingers cascading over the skin, adoring the ridges of your muscles.

“Lay down” she husked, moving a stray strand of hair, “you need to rest.” Her eyes seemed to look over you with so much love, but also something you couldn’t name.

“I’ll get you some water” she spoke, and then her fingers were gone from your stomach, and you watched as she grabbed a glass and filled it with water, moving to sit back down on the bed, laying her pillow behind your back, smoothing back your hair.

“Thank you-“ you spoke, taking the water gingerly and nearly drinking the whole thing, droplets falling down your cheeks.

As soon as Kara tracked the droplets, she was casually licking her finger and dragging it down the alpine of your cheek. Your cheeks turned stark red, and she noticed, eyes wide, and soon her finger was gone, “I’m sorry if I’m so clingy” she started, getting up from the bed, “I just-I saw you last night drugged and all I wanted to do was break those boys kneecaps-“

Images of a blurry commotion, a few boys laying on the ground with blood on their noses, and Kara’s steady hands as she held your waist wasn’t vivid in your mind, but enough you remembered enough.

“Melanie did it…didn’t she?” Your voice was disappointed. You remember her, handing you a cup, and insisting you should taste as you went over the notes for the report. You remember blurry letters and words, and Melanie insisting, “everything is fine”.

“I’m sorry my love” Kara spoke, “she knew it was wrong. She couldn’t look me in the eye”.

A pit opened in your stomach, a void of disapproval, sadness, and grief. But also-gratitude?

“You punched those boys for me?” It was said like a question, but felt more like a statement. Like you just couldn’t believe Kara would do that for you. A girl who didn’t matter as much, for just one life. A life that didn’t matter. But her-a girl who lost everything. You might as well have been the sun of her universe.

Kara held the gaze, and then she nodded, a firm nod, taking your hand in her own, fingers grazing your palm, “I’d burn the world for you, if I had too”. The words were cheesy, but made you giggle, a tear escaping. Because she had said it with a straight face, a face so somber you felt it in your bones.

“You are a freak” you muttered lovingly.

“I may be. But I couldn’t think straight. It was like-like I just needed to make sure you were okay. And you are now” she spoke, moving to lay on the bed. Her fingers moved to hold yours, her fingers warm, holding tightly. Like she was terrified of letting go.

You let her, moving back a little, enough that her skin burned against yours. You both stared at the ceiling of her ship,listening to krypto’s breathing as he got comfy and settled in for the night. You allowed your eyes to close, to soak in this moment. The smell of Kara, unique in her bed sheets and all around you. Of Kara’s ship, the air that flowed over you both, making goosebumps rise. Of Kara herself-laying next to you, of feeling secure and safe and most of all-treasured.

And in the next moment you basically attacked her. You straddled her hips, hands moving to her neck before your lips pressed over hers, once, twice, then again. Kara’s eyes widened, but then quickly she brought her hands to the skin of your waist, fingers greedy as they cascaded over the skin of your stomach, then up over your ribs, before settling underneath the dip of your breast. Your lips unconnected, a string of spit dividing between you two, and you swore Kara’s eyes got darker.

“I want you Kara-please” it came out more of a growl, and Kara’s eyes softened, “slow, you’re still dazed baby-maybe we should wait-“ but you didn’t give her a chance because soon your lips were back on hers, tongue wild and free and hands waving through her hair, pulling at the curls, which caused Kara to whine, and immediately like she didn’t care about proprietary, she placed you on the bed, swapping positions as she licked a long stripe of your neck, before leaving love bites up and along your jaw.

You closed your eyes, breathing heavy, letting her consume you. Lips met pale skin, the ridge of your chin, your collarbone, and when Kara wrapped her tongue around your nipple and sucked-you lost it. And when her fingers slipped past your underwear, meeting wet heat-Kara groaned, “you’re so wet babygirl” she spoke, amazed.

But if was when Kara was on her knees, lips meeting thighs, teeth soft yet cruel, fingers cupping your ass, “such a beautiful girl” she spoke, licking into your wet folds, eyes ablaze with so much, “I love you-“ she spoke, emotions flowing as she built you up, one suck, one motion at a time. “Fuck-I love you more than I have ever loved anything”

And suddenly it was too much, Kara’s mouth on you, in you, all around you, your hips moving wild and free against her tongue, skin sweaty and wild, and you never felt so free and loved at the same time.

And when you came, whining into Kara’s sheets, Kara simply scooped you up, arms strong as she pulled you into her bed, your body spent and trembling, her lips brushing your forehead. Everything was perfect.

“I know I don’t say it enough-but it’s not because I don’t love you-“ she spoke, her voice cracking at the edges, blonde hair wild, eyes red, “it’s because I do. You’re the one person except for Clark who knows the real me. When I met first met you-in that damn apartment building it’s like my world stopped. Everything I thought I knew about earth-every bias-every cruel thought I’d ever had-seemed to be void. And when I saw you at the party, drugged and confused and scared-“ she sniffed, moving to cuddle into you, her lips against your neck, nose brushing your skin, warms woven protectively around your waist, “it made me realize something. I love you so much I feel like I can’t breathe”.

You knew how hard it was for Kara to say this, to let her emotions control her, to put all her cards in the table, and yet, she had. For you.

Because love was a powerful force. And it seemed to crawl inside Kara and make a home.

Taglist: @jamespotteraliveversion @kingjosiahtrelawny

[gonzo-rella]

Imagine: Kara Zor-El finding out about your anxiety

MASTERLIST | AO3

Requested by: Anon

hi :) i loved ur boring earth problems fic would u be able to do another sort of hurt/comfort blurb or smth of kara helping her girlfriend through a panic attack for the first time / finding out her girlfriend has bad anxiety and anxiety disorder

Relationship(s): Kara Zor-El x gn!reader (romantic or queerplatonic)

Warnings: Panic attack, anxiety. (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: Thanks for the request, Anon! I based this on my own experience with anxiety and panic attacks so apologies if this doesn't match your own. In any case, I hope you ike it!)

Kara has a lot of questions when she sees you, your head in your hands as you suck in and puff out air with heartbreaking desperation. Your body trembles a little and your chest rapidly rises and falls, your heart hammering away from inside. She catches a glimpse of your eyes, which glimmer with tears and terror.

She wants to ask what’s going on, but she knows what’s going on, what’s happening to you, even if she’s only just finding out that this is something that happens to you. It seems redundant to ask. But, she means it more broadly. As panicked and helpless as you look, something tells her this isn’t your first panic attack. Maybe it’s the half-empty glass of water sitting on the table in front of you that someone wouldn’t think to grab if they weren’t used to this by now. So, she wonders: why did you never tell her? She also wants to ask what you need, what she can do to help. But, you’re in no state to talk.

She doesn’t stand there thinking for long. She kneels in front of you, cautious not to touch you in case it makes it worse. She sees a flicker of extra panic as you cut a glance at her, like you’ve been caught doing something wrong. When you look at her, she meets you with a soft, warm, slightly saddened gaze.

“I’m here, okay?” she says. “I’m here.”

You give a slight, frantic nod.

She holds her hand out to you, not sure what to do with it or where to put it, or if she should put it anywhere near you at all for that matter. You thread your quivering fingers through hers and she steadies your hand in an instant. She doesn’t care that your palm is a little sweaty against hers.

Your breathing gradually slows down. She picks up the glass of water and hands it to you as she sits beside you this time. You take a sip from it.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks. Her tone isn’t harsh or accusatory but genuine.

“I don’t know,” you say with a shrug. “I don’t like telling people, I guess.”

“Even me?”

“Especially you. You’ve dealt with enough shit. I don’t want to be more shit for you to deal with.”

Your words cause a pang in her chest. You take another sip of water and set the glass back down on the table. She thinks for a second before she speaks.

“You’re not ‘more shit’ to me. Being with you isn’t dealing with you. And, sure, it sucked to see you like that, but I want to be there when you need me. I don’t want you to go through it alone.”

Kara’s hand hovers by your cheek. You lean into her touch.

“You feeling any better?” she asks.

You nod and force a weak smile. “Yeah. Thanks.”

She smiles too. She pulls you closer and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Good.”

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[the-dragon-hearted]

I raise you:

[lowkeyerror]

I’m not used to being called cute, that made me melt 🙈 you’re very sweet and cute too

Ty ty 🫶

[lowkeyerror]

I would love to be a brat just for you but unfortunately I've been way too needy lately and all I want is some snuggles and cuddles and all the sweet things 🫣

Cute

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]