#daddy danvers

[sinsdaycorp]

CAN WE PLEASE HAVE ONE MORE REDK KARA BEFORE SERIES END SO THAT LENA CAN GAY THIRST OVER REDK DADDY DANVERS PLEASE.

[vinyl-sway]

ughhh supergirl catching a bullet with her teeth twisting it in her mouth and shoots it back and it's hit

[ihavethewrongglass]

Cowboy Kara Danvers

A fully rendered concept piece for “With Cold Hands of Gold,” a red dead 2 inspired fanfic I wanna write. I’ve just started planning though, so it might be a while haha.

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[returningwriter]

From the bottom up!

Alex: Right! We need to work on this problem from the bottom up!

Kara: Uh? Why do we need to work from Lena up?

Alex: What?

Kara: What?

Lena: What? I like strong women!

[euphoricoblivion]

Alex Danvers and her Motorcycle™

[loveeemeee3364]

This made me laugh more than I care to admit

[vinyl-sway]

I just- *deep breath* I ok so yes Kara Danvers is nice but Alex AHHH but

but now I imagined her stripping. like taking he top and swinging it around but does masc ughhh help I want to show you the show but damn I can't

[supercorps-imaginesetc]

Since it’s Christmas...😉 can you write one where reader dresses up as sexy Santa for Kara, and says something like, “I see that you’ve been a naught girl this year” So cheesy, I know, but still 🤗

Masterlist

Words: 203

Warnings: implied sexual content

I apologize for the shortness since it’s only a bit longer than a drabble! - Admin Cam

‘This is going to be perfect!’ you think when you see the red and white costume hanging in the store.

On Christmas Eve you decide to put the costume to good use. Everyone’s has left and the two of you get finished cleaning up after the annual Christmas party hosted at you and Kara’s apartment.

“Babe, you stay in here. I’m going to get one of your Christmas presents,” you say and kiss her cheek.

“I get of one of my presents early?” Kara asks curiously, but you could see the excitement in her eyes too.

“Yes and I’m positive you’re going to love it,” you head towards the bedroom, but before you’re gone say, “and no peeking with x-ray vision.”

The sound of Kara grumbling can be heard as you close the bedroom door. You put on the silky outfit and pull on a Santa hat. As you walk back into the living room, you see Kara lounging on the couch blasting Christmas music through her bluetooth speakers.

You stop in front of her and place your hands on your hips.

“Kara, dear, I see that you’ve been a naughty girl this year.”

Kara blushes and her gaze darkens.

“Merry Christmas, babe.”