today i was thinking about packing au/L-cock au and i was thinking about how there was probably a really cute moment where Lena called Karas strap her cock for the first time and Kara has to stop for a sec and shes like “can you say that again, please?” and shes a little embarrassed but Lena is happy to bc Kara feels really good abt it. it feels right and she doesn’t know why yet
Honestly, I can’t recall if I’ve written Lena using the word for the first time, before… I’ve definitely thought about it, and sometimes I can’t remember which things I’ve actually written out, lolol! But then again, I see it going a lot of different ways, so here’s one way:
“Bring your cock over here, love.”
Kara froze.
Lena was lounging in bed, the sheets clinging to her skin, her hair still a bit tousled from the night before—despite the efforts to finger comb it back into shape—as it splayed over the arrangement of pillows at her back.
But it wasn’t the image of Lena laden by the whispers of sleep that begged her to return—not that Kara hadn’t found herself mesmerized before by the sight.
It was that word.
Cock.
But not just that; her cock. The one she was in the process of fitting to herself. The synthetic flesh that sat in her hand and that adhered to her pelvis.
Her cock.
“Say that again?”
“I don’t want to move, Kara,” Lena yawned as she stretched, feet slipping against the sheets as she arched her body, before she collapsed and wriggled in place. “Can you just bring it here? I want to suck,” she pouted, a devastatingly effective way to entice.
She looked so wonderfully content and it seemed a silly thing to press, but hearing the word had set Kara’s heart into a confused dance, excited and spinning, not quite sure why her lips tugged into a smile of their own accord, or why her ears felt the fire of her blush.
“Wait, can you just— can you call it my… can you call it a, um, a cock again?”
The lazy blinking stare from Lena melted away and her head tilted as she looked Kara over. “Kara, I want your cock in my mouth.”
Kara huffed a little laugh, but her chest warmed and her thoughts raced ahead of her. “Don’t tease,” she pleaded, but Lena’s gaze was both heavy and sincere.
“You are the one being a tease,” she drawled, and Kara could no longer keep the distance between them, moving from the corner to join Lena. Her cock stayed in place when her hands fell away and hung with a pleasant weight as she crawled forward. “Mmm,” Lena purred, “come here.”
Kara was guided into place straddling Lena’s chest, rolling forward on her knees.
So close, Kara could see the care in Lena’s searching gaze, beneath the heat and the hunger. She wanted to be sure the right thing was said, that she understood what was important about the moment, even if Kara couldn’t quite put words to any of it.
“I love your cock,” Lena sighed, her hand slipping up to cup Kara, drawing a heated groan from her lips. It felt so right. All of it.
“You’re too perfect,” Kara exhaled, beaming down at her. Lena shook her head, grinning as she lifted forward to take Kara into her mouth.
Lena's drones become Kara's cheerleaders whenever she's fighting a bad guy. They have pom-poms and a group of them hold up little signs with the letters proudly spelling "S-U-P-E-R-G-I-R-L-!" (And one "rogue" drone has a larger sign with "BULGE!" proudly displayed on it and just repeatedly chants "Bulge! Bulge! Bulge!" in lieu of cheering Kara on. Lena insists that it's a malfunction, but unfortunately there's simply nothing she can do to stop "bulgebot" from its particular cheers)
😂😂😂 omfg a rogue bulgebot
bravo anon this is a galaxy brain headcanon
also imagine alex on a mission to capture and reprogram bulgebot bc she's fed up with the shenanigans
but bulgebot manages to evade her and even starts taunting her
and this is a running bit where alex becomes increasingly unhinged trying to catch sweet innocent bulgebot because its "an embarrassment to the organization"
and then finally kara has to pull lena aside and ask her to retire bulgebot from the love drone fleet for the sake of alex's sanity
and lena begrudgingly agrees on the condition that bulgebot be allowed free rein of the deo
and that's how bulgebot becomes the deo's office pet, which vexes alex to no end but she agreed to it so there's nothing she can do
ok but lena developing a cock for kara that can get hard 👀
Y’all, i’ve been waiting for a horny prompt, cause… well, i mean, i got thoughts that need writing down.
Lena knew what she was doing. She waited for an open weekend to gift Kara with her surprise, offering no explanation when she stopped the freshly-showered Kara from selecting her preferred cock for the day.
Kara’s head tipped to the side, but she allowed Lena to slip out of the bathroom without comment. Lena returned with the box she had tucked into an often overlooked drawer in her closet and presented it to Kara.
When the lid lifted, Kara’s eyes went wide. “Wow,” she breathed, “that’s… realistic.”
Lena preened at that. She had put a lot of care into its design, after all. “Its skin,” she indicated the translucent flap that was meant to adhere to Kara’s pelvis, “is heat activated and should cling better than with the adhesives on the market.” It would also blend near perfectly with Kara’s skin, which Lena’s gaze lingered on for a moment.
Kara lifted the package from the box. “It’s,” her hand fell and rose, “heavier than I expected, denser perhaps,” her fingers squeezed, and the soft shaft giving way to her, “but still so squishy,” she marveled.
“You don’t need to be gentle with it,” Lena purred as she placed the box aside, and Kara’s brow rose, her little bobbing nod expressing that she was impressed.
Without prompting, Kara righted it in her hand and fit it against her body, gasping lightly as she found the built in pocket, loose in that moment, but perfectly sized for when she got erect. “I’ll be able to feel you sucking on me,” she hummed, her approval rumbling in Lena’s skull, making her thoughts sloppy.
“Among other things,” Lena confirmed, earning a curious, narrowed stare.
Lena helped hold the flap to Kara’s pelvis until it appeared to bleed directly into her skin, held perfectly in place, undetectable without careful inspection. When Kara let her hand drop away from the shaft, it hung naturally.
“Rao, it feels really good,” she breathed, shifting her hips to get a feel for the way it moved with her. It was mesmerizing to watch, and Kara took note of how Lena’s attention was fixed on it. She jutted her hips out, her fingers skirting from hip to pelvis and back, circling slow to keep Lena captured.
“Give it a little jerk,” Lena encouraged, her teeth catching her lip as she watched.
Kara chuckled and it was a heavy sound, resounding through Lena, stirring up a warmth in her chest. She managed to lift her gaze in time to catch the crooked little smirk that promised more than just a show.
Lena couldn’t have said if it was the warm fog that rolled through her head, but Kara moved with such fluid grace, stepping smoothly into Lena’s space, thumbs finding the small divots of her hips before warm palms molded against her. Lena arched closer without thought and her pelvis brushed the still-cool head of Kara’s cock, a shiver wracking her frame.
Lena’s thoughts were already flickering, but then Kara’s head tilted and dipped closer, damp breath washing over her throat, and her mind went momentarily dark. Her head tipped reflexively, offering more of her neck, but Kara just hummed her approval. “I like it when you touch me,” she rumbled, the notes sinking into Lena’s muscles, her legs feeling weak beneath her.
Lena barely had the mind to press a hand flat against Kara’s stomach, her fingers splaying, unconsciously tracing the pronounced ridges of Kara’s shifting abs. “I know,” she breathed, “but trust me.”
When Kara pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, Lena exhaled a shuddering breath at the storm of fire that greeted her—the blue in Kara’s eyes swallowed in darkness—and the little quirk of a snarl that twisted her smirk enough to show teeth.
“Give me a reason to touch myself,” Kara suggested, but as heat licked through Lena’s head, scorching the insides of her skull, it felt imperative.
She nodded. “Bed.”
Kara grinned broadly and her grip tightened, urging Lena towards her, and with an easy lift, Lena’s legs wrapped unconsciously around her waist. Lena’s hands had a mind of their own, trailing over powerful shoulders, one following Kara’s spine up to bury fingers in short cropped hair, the other holding her close.
But when Kara leaned over to dump her on the bed, Lena’s only thought was to entice. She walked back on her elbows until her heels found purchase, encouraged by Kara’s heavy stare, and then let her knees fall wide. “That’s good,” Kara fed the eagerness in her.
Lena’s thighs shivered as she held herself open for appraisal, her shoulders squirming to find a comfortable position, the itch of impatience growing harder to ignore. She purred enthusiastically as Kara took her cock into her fist, stroking with languid effort.
Kara’s composure faltered and she glanced down, her brow lifted in wonder. “The skin moves so freely,” she whispered, the awe making Lena’s heart flutter. “Wow, it feels so real, I—“ and then what Lena had waiting for, “is it getting hard?!”
Lena cocked a brow at her. “Are you?”
The soft shaft had filled Kara’s hand nicely, but as she jerked it with purpose, it swelled, standing out from her fist. “Oh fuck,” Kara groaned, her hips rocking into her hand, her eyes fluttering as heat washed through her cheeks.
Lena didn’t mind that Kara was focused entirely on her cock. She had observed time and again the way Kara deflated when the mood to be hard struck and she had to change cocks, and while she laughed to cover the awkwardness and the discomfort, she couldn’t hide it from Lena. That was what had inspired Lena’s little—or considering the heft of the cock Kara sported, big—personal project.
Kara let herself go, watched her shaft bob and then still, standing proud with a nice upward curve. Lena eyed the tensing of her core, convinced she could see the heaviness of Kara’s pulse, the little jumps of her cock echoing it. It was tantalizing, and intoxicating, but nothing rivaled the thrill of Kara’s attention shifting back to her.
Lena was startled enough by the haughty smirk that played across Kara’s lips that she couldn’t stifle the little noise—something between a whimper and a moan—that bubbled up from her chest. The self-assured air around Kara had her ass scooting closer, her hips rolling upward to better present herself as warmth pooled beneath her belly.
Lena twisted fruitlessly as her arousal trailed down the curve of her ass, tickling her and sending her thoughts scattering wildly. “I love when you get all sloppy for me,” Kara husked and Lena could only whimper as she waited for Kara to bury herself in Lena’s cunt.
The air stirred but Lena never saw Kara move, only heard the sharp pop of the bottle of lube being uncapped and then Kara was tipping it into her hand, and stroking herself until her cock had a slick sheen. “On your stomach.”
Lena moved without question, turned into her front and lifted so her knees were beneath her, earning a rumble of approval. She quaked with anticipation, gasping as the bed dipped beneath Kara’s knee and heavy hands settled on her ass.
Kara tugged her cheeks a little wider and Lena pushed back into her hands, arching low, panting even before she was properly touched. “Please,” she breathed into the comforter, her lips almost as wet as her cunt.
One hand smoothed along the curve of her back, pressing her deeper into the mattress, and she was happy to be molded if it meant she could have Kara inside her. “Don’t worry, love,” Kara dipped, laid over her, her cock pressed between them, “now that I’m hard,” her lips trailed heavy along Lena’s spine, “I’m going to spend the day inside you.”
Lena melted beneath Kara, sinking into the mattress, her thoughts spilling from her lips as nothing more than heated moans.
“That’s it,” Kara hummed as she rocked forward, her weight settling fully over Lena, her teeth catching against Lena’s shoulder. “I need you nice and loose for me.” Lena’s thighs trembled and her knees slipped wider, and Kara just purred. “Good girl.”
Lena’s hands fumbled for purchase in the sheets as her mind threatened to abandon her, but it wasn’t enough when Kara’s hips lifted away. She whined before she recognized Kara’s fist directing the blunt head of her cock lower, swiping down until it bumped Lena’s clit and she jerked back. Kara’s head easily spread her puffy labia until it caught against her entrance, sending a wave of heat crashing along her spine.
“You need my cock that bad, huh?” Kara didn’t wait for an answer—didn’t need to—they both knew Lena wanted nothing else. She pressed forward and Lena opened up around her, muscles already warm, welcoming her with feverish twitches. Lena fluttered around each inch that sank into her, her whole body shivering with delight at the pleasant stretch.
“Fuck,” Kara groaned against the back of her neck, and Lena’s head fogged, barely hearing the wonder Kara expressed at being able to feel Lena squeeze. “Just a little bit more,” Kara was gruff, straining to go easy for Lena, but she didn’t even have to mind to beg for Kara to fuck her—all she knew was Kara was already so heavy in her gut, and still slipping deeper, settling low in her.
By the time Kara’s pelvis met her ass and she ground just that little bit closer, Lena was drooling blissfully, uncaring if a puddle formed. She couldn’t find the words for her gratitude and instead reached a clumsy hand behind herself, blindly found Kara’s hip and tried to urge her closer still, fingers slipping as Kara withdrew an inch and bucked forward.
Lena gasped, her hand falling, her thoughts tumbling from her head. “That’s a good girl, let me take care of you,” Kara grunted, repeating the motion, driving Lena further into the mattress with each trust.
A small part of Lena tried to protest that the gift was meant to be for Kara—that she wasn’t supposed to be the center of the day—but it was lost in the growing fervor of Kara’s efforts. Lena let herself fall into the rhythm Kara dictated, met each thrust with a soft squeeze until the heat had her unraveling, molding easily around Kara until she held her shape.
Kara set a deliciously brutal pace, stirring Lena up, keeping her from ever settling, only ever rising with the building inferno within her. Everything was sloppy—the obscene squelch of each impact, the wet moans the spilled from her lips, the messy slosh of thoughts in her head—Lena was drowning and soaring at the same time, scrambling to find her grip on the world and at the same time happily letting it go.
“I want to feel you come on my cock,” Kara growled, the baritone resonating through her, bringing her to a boil. She clenched out of time, and it sent her spiralling, squirming and arching beneath Kara. The angle shifted, Kara’s shaft dragging relentlessly against her front wall, until she was crying out with broken sobs, her body tightening sharply.
The tension bent her, had her quaking with the effort to maintain her posture, needing that exact pressure. Kara’s hand smoothed along her belly, deftly finding her clit, rubbing without precision. Lena didn’t need anything more, and it had her hurtling into oblivion, white overtaking her vision, her cunt frantically wringing around Kara’s cock.
Kara grunted and seated herself deep in Lena, grinding through the tight pulses, doing her best to keep Lena riding through her orgasm. “Fuck, oh Rao,” she panted, the only warning Lena got before she jerked roughly. Lena gasped at the blinding pleasure that rocked through her skull. Her knees slipped and Kara followed her down, grinding against her ass as she laid there and took it, moaning her gratitude.
It took Lena until Kara was screaming, muffled in Lena’s hair, to realized that she was coming. Kara twitched within her, her body rolling in jerking waves, quaking even as she finally stilled, deep in Lena. “Fuck,” she mumbled, nuzzling into the crook of Lena’s neck.
“Good?”
Lena’s voice slurred, but Kara only hummed her affirmation, and Lena recognized the sleepy elongation of the note. As she drifted, Kara’s weight settled more heavily over Lena, keeping her pinned, and even as she wriggled, Kara stayed above her.
Lena’s cunt fluttered and Kara groaned, rocking lightly, shifting maddeningly inside Lena. Her mind fizzled and she sank into the pleasant warmth of Kara blanketing her, welcoming a blissful slumber, knowing that when they woke, Kara would fuck her again, and again.
Supergirl is giving a Very Serious interview about the latest bad guy she defeated and bulgebot is just floating happily over her shoulder, holding the "BULGE" sign with one hand and enthusiastically flipping off the camera with the other.
@drfitzmonster They’re trying their best, okay
(“They” as in bulgebot, the cameraman, and the person typing out the breaking news banners)
Kara had never allowed herself to imagine a life with a partner who thought so deeply about her. So much of her existence was taking on the weight of the world, shouldering it alone and shielding others from the toll that took. But Lena was the keen sort, and stubborn in her pursuit of care, heavy handed as she poured her heart out for Kara.
There were days when Kara questioned if Lena was better adjusted to the changes Kara made—to her hair, to her body, to the language that suited her—and it seemed silly to be out of sorts about it. After all the circles Kara had run, trying to justify her preferences, trying to find meaning in the simple things that had become so personal and consuming; Lena grounded her, reminded her that her life was hers, that her body was hers, that her expression and presentation were not for anyone but herself.
There were many ways that Lena reiterated her support, but nothing so direct as when she touched Kara. When she pressed a thigh between Kara’s legs during a hug just to put pressure against Kara’s crotch, reminding her that her cock was there, Kara would melt. When Lena draped herself against Kara’s back as she brewed her morning coffee and a hand trailed down Kara’s front to sneak into her briefs, Kara would forget her worries. When they watched a movie together and Lena’s hand just lazily rested on her cock, absently squeezing, it became that much more normal.
Kara let her hesitations slip, felt less like an imposter in her own body, and her cock began to feel more natural in her thoughts. And Lena was increasingly casual in her gestures of appreciation, spending more and more time between Kara’s legs, fostering a comfort Kara hadn’t been aware she needed, but was endlessly grateful for.
It wasn’t always sexual. In fact, most often it just felt intimate, without the pressure to be one thing or another. Lena would spend lazy mornings sucking on her, humming blissfully, her cheeks lightly flushed, her lashes drooping slow and easy. It could be so peaceful, inviting calm into Kara’s otherwise turbulent thoughts, coaxing her to relax and reshape her image of herself with gentle hands, massaging out the stiffness in her overburdened frame.
There were times when Kara’s body wasn’t centralized, when Lena would climb into her lap and they would make out—sometimes feverish and urgent, but other times tender and blissful in each other’s company, sighing together—and there would be no thought of what was between either of their legs. It had grown so comfortable that Kara didn’t need her attention drawn there, just naturally settling into each other’s embrace with no other thought than loving the other.
And then there were the times when Lena was naughty beyond belief. She had gotten into a habit of blowing Kara when she visited LCorp for lunch, and even on the occasions that Lena ventured to CatCo. The dance of tension and pleasure was intoxicating, and Kara welcomed it more, encouraged it, even. She felt hot, her confidence building upon itself, and she began to lean into it—wearing tighter pants, packing with a larger bulge on occasions she was feeling particularly into herself, sitting with her legs wide for Lena, ensuring that she would take notice.
Everything had grown into an easy swing, and still it took Kara weeks—if not months—to notice just how light she felt. It was a hard stop in the middle of an inner monologue, a double take that had her staring into nothing, zoned out and still searching, trying to put her finger on what was different. She hadn’t realized how much she needed the security in herself or how far simple gestures from Lena would go towards building her up.
The work Kara had done to untangle her feelings was her own, but Lena had provided an environment of safety, had afforded her the room and the encouragement she needed to take a deeper look at herself—to really scale away the layers of scarred flesh that covered old wounds. Lena sat with her as she healed, brought her comfort, let her talk, and at some point she had shed a lot of her burdens.
Kara found her way to a mirror, looked at the reflection—her short hair mussed and wild from sleeping right after showering; her thick sweater cozy and warm, settled a little crooked on her broad shoulders, set squarely with ease; her hand lifted her sweater enough to see the tufts of hair that trailed up from the waistband of her briefs, looking right on her skin; her cock, the one she thought of as hers even when she had a number of options, formed a perfect bulge.
Lena found her there, staring, tears in her eyes, her image blurred and swimming. Tender lips kissed her neck as Lena slipped in behind her, rested her chin on Kara’s shoulder, wrapped loose arms around her ribs, and marveled alongside her. “Beautiful,” she whispered, and Kara agreed, and it had never been so easy to think of herself as beautiful.
