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#The Filthy Kryptonian
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Christopher Reeve/Superman
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“You’ll believe a man can fly.” 🦸
Christopher Reeve as Superman
Superman is a 1978 science fiction adventure film about the history of the Man of Steel, from his home planet of Krypton to his childhood in Smallville, and his life as Superman in Metropolis. The film stars Christopher Reeve as Clark Kent, an infant orphan sent from his dying planet to Earth by his parents, scientist Jor-El…
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This Is What I Know Of Life
KARA DANVERS X MASC!READER
Word Count: 9.4K (I am so sorry)
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WARNINGS: Canon typical disasters, mentions of sexual assault, Kara assaulted at a bar, reader is described as muscular, has tattoos, and is ex-military, fluff, mentions of blood and stitches, get it out of my fucking sight istg
SYNOPSIS: When Kara first meets you, you are protecting her. It is amazing how everything she thinks she knows can change in just one day.
A/N: So I am only on the end of season 2 for Supergirl but my obsession with Kara is just beginning! So forgive me if this isn't really Arrowverse cohesive and excuse my obliviousness for DC. Just let me live my life!
ALL DIVIDERS MADE BY @cafekitsune
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This is what I know of life:
Love fiercely, even recklessly; Laugh loudly, even raucously; Risk everything, at least once; Live openly, without abandon; Build trust, be honest; ~Zyklon B
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Kara had no clue what she was thinking when she considered this.
Internet dating? It reminded her painfully of when she first came out as Supergirl. That was the worst date she had ever been on… until tonight. The blonde Kryptonian had chosen a black skirt this time, and an off-shoulder pastel blue blouse to try and accentuate the definition in her collarbones and shoulders, which Alex had suggested she show off more often.
Almost as soon as she met the man at the bar, she was uncomfortable. But it seemed that no matter what she had been able to say, he wasn’t backing down, moving away, or taking no for an answer. The bar was incredibly crowded and if she ended up using her powers on him, she would be seen and that would be a very, very difficult thing to talk her way out of.
Kara couldn’t look at her phone, or text Alex 911 to get the hell out of there. Kara felt stuck, and she was not a fan of this feeling. This guy was the worst, and he was getting far more intoxicated than she was comfortable with.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Kara asked, watching her date down another shot and watching him sway slightly against the bar counter.
The man chortled, which made her extra-terrestrial skin crawl. “Don’t you worry ‘bout me, baby.”
She wanted to throw up… And then, things got ten times worse.
Kara may have had superhuman abilities, and could fly at the speed of sound… But nothing could have prepared her for the feeling of the man’s grimy hand against her rear. The blonde tensed so hard that she almost lit the countertop on fire with her laser eyes.
Kara was about to snap. Exposure be damned, she was going to break this man’s fingers until he could never even hold a glass again. Her blood was boiling and she turned to look up at him and destroy him, but paused at seeing a hand tapping her “date” on the shoulder.
Kara watched him turn around and before he could even ask “What do you want?” A fist went directly across his face. Kara gaped, her eyes widening in shock as she saw someone knock the drunk flat on his ass. He stumbled from the bar counter and onto the ground as the someone stood over his body, shoulders squaring aggressively and brows pulled down.
What does she do about this?!
“Keep your filthy fucking hands off of her,” You snarled, grabbing at his collar and kneeling down low enough to seethe in his face. For a second, Kara was worried about the guy laying on his back, but then her eyes ended up drifting to the hand curled into his shirt… you were wearing rings on almost every single finger, and you had a tattoo of a moth on top of your hand.
You may have had more tattoos but your arms were hidden behind the button down black shirt that was rolled up to the middle of your forearms… Forearms that were massive and veined, clearly dripping with power. That hit must have hurt like hell.
Kara found herself blushing. Whether it was from embarrassment, or flattery, she didn’t know.
The man on the ground groaned, looking up at you with a dizzy expression and immediately started smirking, blood on his teeth. “Ain’t scared of you, dyke.”
The entirety of the bar let out a gasp as you hit the man again. There was no doubt his nose was broken, and Kara made a face of terror as you stood up, seeing your knuckles bruising and covered in the man’s blood. Most were his, but the first punch had left a cut on your finger from the guy’s teeth.
“Are you—” Kara watched you stand up straight, having to look up to meet your gaze. She pushed her glasses up on her nose and her brows pulled down in distress. “Who are you? Are you out of your mind?”
You reached out for a napkin on the bar and wiped the blood off your knuckles and cleaned the rings on your fingers. You didn’t respond to her initial questions, but instead, asked one of your own. She blushed all over again. “Are you alright, sweetheart?”
Kara gaped, giving a remarkable impression of a fish out of water. “I-I’m fine! I could have handled him; I can take care of myself!” The super went on the defensive immediately. She wasn’t about to let you put her into the persona of a weak, innocent girl that needed protecting. She had lived her entire life with other people taking care of her and she didn’t need random women at the bar taking pity on her and fighting her battles for her.
All you did was smile, which made her stomach twist uncomfortably. You looked so nice when you smiled like that. “I didn’t say you couldn’t.”
Kara watched as the bouncers of the bar were dragging the man out of the building, not even looking at you or acting against your demonstration of violence. “Then why did you just—”
“I’m not a fan of assholes who take advantage of pretty girls in crowded spaces where they can’t say no,” You cleared up immediately. “He wasn’t backing down and you had been uncomfortable since you got your first drink… I wanted to knock his ass out for a while.”
Kara tried to focus on the entirety of your words… not that you just called her pretty. “Were you watching us?”
You smirked, not meeting her eyes before you reached down to your hip and tapped the pistol holstered on your side. Kara suddenly felt uncomfortable. Why did you have a gun? Why were you allowed to carry a weapon in a club? Who were you?
“It’s my job to watch everyone that comes in, sweetheart.”
A shout of your name across the bar had you looking up and you saw the bartender approaching you with a first-aid kit. “Why didn’t you just restrain him and call the cops?”
You smirked, grabbing an alcohol wipe and rubbing it across the cut on your knuckle. “Needed a harder lesson, Rick… Did Tommy call the police?”
“Yeah, pulling up in five minutes. They’ll want a statement from you and her, you know,” Rick pointed at Kara who immediately went pale in the face.
“I’ll handle it. Thanks buddy,” You sighed, sitting down on the bar stool and wiping off your own blood and the blood of the asshole’s that’s currently bleeding all over his cheap blazer. Kara was beginning to understand what your role here was and she sat down on the bar stool next to yours. The slice on your knuckle just kept bleeding and you tore open a gauze patch with your teeth.
“Here,” Kara immediately grabbed your hand, much to your surprise. Almost immediately, her cheeks were tinting pink as she placed the gauze over the cut and began to wrap it up. Your hands were so warm that it was making her shiver. “Are you alright?”
“You don’t need to worry about me, sweetheart,” You smiled, and Kara rolled her eyes.
“My name is Kara, not sweetheart,” She corrected as she released your hand, making you chuckle and lean against the bar’s counter with a smile that she couldn’t not respond to with her own smile. You called the bartender back over and looked at Kara one more time before saying what to get her.
“Get miss Kara here anything she wants to drink, and close out her tab,” You gently reached out and Kara almost flinched away before you slid your uninjured hand through the blonde hair framing her face and pushed it over her bare shoulder. She shivered at your touch. “Anything you want, its on the house. Just don’t get too drunk, alright?”
Before Kara could protest, you stood up from your seat and walked back into the crowd. Kara watched you walk away, biting her lip and then looking back at the bartender who was simply waiting for whatever she wanted. Kara couldn’t keep her thoughts away as her brain teased “Are you sure that the thing you want didn’t just walk away?”
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It was 3 AM by the time Kara was leaving the building. Everyone else had gone and she was one of the last patrons to exit. What made her linger for so long when she had no reason to stick around? Well, she was waiting for you…
The police had already come and taken your statement, but they never talked to her. When you said that you’d take care of it, you must have taken care of everything because her “date” had been arrested and you actually waved when they drove off with him in the car.
She wanted to talk to you again, but you were busy and she didn’t want to distract you… Three other people had been escorted out of the building that night by you, but none of them had gotten hit like her date had. You were polite with everyone else, even with them being belligerent… It didn’t make sense to Kara. She needed to know what was happening in that head of yours.
You were taking the walkie off your hip and passing it to the other bouncer as you removed the pistol from your hip and ejected the magazine. Kara watched you check to see if it was still loaded before you clicked on the safety and handed the gun and holster over to your coworker.
When you turned away, you came to a stop at seeing Kara standing there at the door, looking at you with a nervous expression on her face.
“Hey,” You approached her, rubbing the back of your neck and smiling. “Didn’t know you were still here. Are you okay?”
“Oh, I’m fine,” Kara reassured you, a smile growing on her face and showing off her pretty white teeth. “I was just uhm… Do you want to take a walk with me? I live about 8 blocks away, and you can just…”
“Walk you home?” You smiled and held out your hand for her to go forward first. “Lead the way, miss Kara.”
The two of you fell into a comfortable silent walk, enjoying the warm night air of National City. Kara held her jacket in front of her while keeping her steps slow to have them sync with yours. She took a nervous glance over at you and saw that you were smiling, both hands tucked into the pockets of your trousers that just looked so incredible on you.
“Why did you hit him?” The question seemed to catch you off-guard. When you looked up, Kara clarified, adjusting her glasses. “I saw you throw others out… You didn’t hit those guys. Why’d you hit that guy?”
 You took a long moment to consider why exactly you hit him. Kara was getting worried, like you didn’t really know what made you snap and attack a patron in such an unprovoked way. The way your fingers rubbed at the skin on your cheek and how your stride seemed to slow to almost a stop. Kara frowned, waiting patiently for your answer.
“He didn’t deserve to be near you,” You stated coldly. “Saw him four nights in a row with four other girls… Each time, he wouldn’t keep his hands to himself. I guess seeing him do it to you really pissed me off.”
“But you don’t even know me,” Kara said.
You sighed. “I don’t. But pretty girls like you have always been one of my weaknesses. I guess I got a bit protective—I don’t know,” The confession felt like vinegar on your tongue and Kara came to a full stop in her walk as she stared up at your face. “I’m sorry, miss Kara. I was in the wrong. I took matters into my own hands instead of doing the right thing.”
The silence was no longer comfortable around you two. It was tense and Kara felt almost uncomfortable… Not because she was upset with you or scared of you. But because she seemed to almost like how you defended and fought for her at the bar. She had friends that would defend her, and her sister would always be by her side… But no one had displayed this level of protectiveness over her before.
You looked down at her and cautiously stepped forward. When Kara didn’t step back, you decided that she wasn’t going to pull away and you reached down, tracing your fingertips across her forehead and brushing her blonde hair away from her face. Kara blushed, watching as you tucked the blonde locks behind her ear around her glasses.
Kara reached up and held your hand against her face, leaning into your palm and basking in the cool of your soft touch. You stroked your thumb across her cheekbone and smiled, pulling your hand back and leaving the blonde to pout a little at the lack of contact.
“We should get you home, sweetheart. It’s getting late.”
Why did the idea of leaving you make her so sad?
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The chaos that flooded the top floor of CatCo was very familiar to Kara. Only this time it had nothing to do with Supergirl, and everything to do with the bar last night. She saw on the dozens of TV screens her date being hauled out of the building covered in his own blood.
“Kara, wasn’t that…” The sound of Winn’s voice didn’t surprise her, but she still stepped to the side trying to avoid his questions. “That was the guy you—”
“The guy I went out with, yes, I’m aware,” Kara sighed, pushing her glasses on her nose and trying to relax her emotions. She chose to listen to the broadcast, but normally she’d tune it out to ignore the words that the news said.
“-Richard Hendrics was apprehended outside of a nightclub just off of 45th Street, guised under a fake name ‘Ivan Neward.’ Authorities have Hendrics in custody after the club’s security guard took down the perpetrator; we have her words from the scene last night.”
Kara felt her face heat up when the screen changed, and your interview pulled up.
“I’ve seen this guy five times this week. He shows up, brings another girl, and gets drunk. We do what we can to protect everybody that walks through those doors, but things are chaos during these nights. We need everybody to be vigilant, and if you see someone being uncomfortable and they look as if they are in danger, you have to speak up. Protect each other.”
Your voice carried throughout all of the office room and Kara felt her heart pound inside of her chest. You cared so much for others, and it was so sweet to see your concern for everybody—for her.
“Was there a woman here tonight that you protected? Where is she now?”
The camera attempted to pan over to the club and try to find Kara inside before you grabbed the camera and yanked it away. “She is not part of this interview. That is all I will say on this, no more questions!”
Chaos erupted as you began walking away. Kara bit her lip, watching you walk away. You looked so good going back inside of the building and away from the scene outside. Winn looked over and saw just how bad Kara was blushing at seeing you on the screens and bit down on her bottom lip… She used to look at James like that. What was she thinking?
“You got that weird little smitten face,” Winn said, nudging Kara with his hip. “Who is she?”
“Who?” Kara looked up. “Oh! Uhm, sh-she’s just a… some girl from the bar. She kind of p-protected me from that guy and uhm… It-it’s a long story.”
Kara just brushed it off, trying to ignore the feeling of shivers going over her spine as the interview freeze framed on you looking like you were about to knock the reporter’s lights out. Evidence of blood on your fist was a dead giveaway that you were the one that beat up Hendrics.
“Was she the one that—”
“Kicked his butt? Yeah.”
Kara immediately turned away from the screens and sat down at her desk for a grand total of five seconds before she heard Cat calling her name… or, not exactly her name.
“KYRA!” The Kryptonian huffed before she stood from her chair and aggressively walked into Cat’s office.
“Ms. Grant?”
“You see this woman?” Cat stood in front of the TV screens. Your image was plastered on every single one of them. Kara felt her stomach twist. “She is… inspiring. She is an everyday hero and inspired thousands of women to speak up and defend each other. The internet is exploding with confessions of dates that have gone wrong, and countless sex offenders have been arrested in all but twelve hours.”
Kara was speechless, but in Cat’s presence, that happens very often. The woman was a legend, and she was calling you inspiring. “I want that woman.”
“You—you want her?”
Cat turned around slowly, staring at Kara like she was an idiot. “I need an exclusive with that woman. She’s the height of the media; the face on every news station. As violent as she may be, she is someone that deserves to be heard.”
“Oh, you want to interview her—” Kara took a deeper breath, like she couldn’t believe that the idea of Cat Grant wanting you carnally even crossed her mind.
“Kyra, I could not have been clearer. My days of experimentation are over after drinking all night with Madonna,” Kara blinked a few times, trying to comprehend what she just kind of haphazardly admitted. Cat Grant had experimented with women—no, she experimented with Madonna! What the actual—
“Get me that woman. I want an interview today! Go, now!”
Kara nearly stumbled out of the room to escape from Cat’s hungry gaze. It made her uncomfortable for a whole new reason; one she didn’t truthfully like. There was one thing she had on her focus now, and she wasn’t sure that she was up to the task.
Winn ran up next to Kara’s desk as she went into her phone and scrolled through the contacts inside of it like her life depended on it. “What did she say? What are you doing?”
“Cat wants an interview,” Kara clicked on one of her contacts and stood up, slowly stepping in a circle and waiting.
“Interview with…”
“Hi! Hello, hi, I don’t know if you remember me. We met last night at the club? Kara Danvers?”
A soft chuckle sounded on the other end and Kara shivered at your voice. “How could I forget? What can I do for you, miss Kara?”
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Two hours went by. Two full hours of Kara sitting at her desk like one wrong move would make the building explode. Every few seconds she would look at the door and wait for you to come out of the elevator, but she couldn’t hear or see you… You were unlike Cat when she was in her elevator. She always talked to herself. You were silent.
But there was one thing she did hear… a very, very fast heartbeat. It was definitely yours. She recognized it from the night before. Oh, you were nervous?
The elevator doors dinged, and you stepped off and rounded the corner. When she saw you, her heart almost exploded, and the sound of crunching could be heard across the room. Kara looked down and saw her computer mouse in pieces.
You were wearing a custom-made suit in Kara’s favorite color. The navy blue accentuated your skin tone flawlessly and you had your hair styled in a way that could make the straightest girls falter in their steps. Silver rings decorated your fingers, and a silver chain was wrapped around your neck in a light choker. You looked… holy Rao, you looked incredible.
“Hey, uhm…” You stopped at one of the desks nearby and looked down. “I’m looking for Kara Danvers?”
The blonde stood from her desk and walked a little too fast over to you, almost tripping to get to you along the way. “Hi! I’m so glad you could make it,” Kara looked you up and down, from your coat down to your dress shoes. “Wow, you look amazing!”
You blushed, a hand running through your hair. “Well, if you think I look good, you look amazing. Lavender is definitely your color, really brings out the blue in your eyes.”
Her entire face went red, and she had to look away for a second just to calm her heart down. For a second, she thought she was going to fly away and had to force her feet to stay on the ground. Why is it when you said things like that, it made her stomach twist?
“Kyra,” The Kryptonian heard Cat’s voice and turned around hard enough to whip you in the face with her ponytail. You made a face of disgust and peeled a piece of blonde hair from your glossed lips. “Do not crowd our star… Cat Grant, it is so nice to meet you.”
The smile that radiated from your face was enough to make Cat blush. “Oh, it’s an honor to meet you, Ms. Grant. I love the work you’ve done with Supergirl! Every time I read one of your stories, I’m starstruck with her all over again.”
Kara gaped for a split second. You liked Supergirl? Wait, your heart rate was rising again and she could hear all of the blood rushing to your face and down… You had a crush on Supergirl!?
“Understandably, all men and women adore her both as a hero and as an attractive woman,” Cat shrugged like it was obvious, stepping towards her office and beckoning for you to follow. You did, without hesitation, waving at Kara and stepping into the office where the interview of a lifetime would be taking place. Not for you, but for Kara specifically.
Almost immediately she sat down and began to listen to you with her super hearing.
“What happened last night? Well… there was a girl. She was being harassed at the bar by her date and I guess I had enough of seeing him take advantage of women to last me a lifetime. I reacted on instinct and protected the girl.”
“Cameras saw blood on your hands,” Cat said, looking down at the recorder on her desk. “Did you hit him?”
You hesitated for a second. Kara almost expected you to deny it.
“I did,” You said. “It was more instinct than thought, Ms. Grant. Fear of that girl being hurt set in, and I went on the offensive. I’ve seen the men who have my job do much worse, and they carry guns just like me.”
“But we are women,” Cat stated. “We are expected to keep calm in the face of terror and hold it together no matter how scary the world is. Speak up, but don’t be a bitch. Defend yourself, but don’t be aggressive. Protect each other, but don’t travel in groups.”
“I’ve never really been like other women,” You said without letting her fully finish. “I’m sure you can see that, Ms. Grant?”
Kara heard Cat hum, and she knew she was looking at you all over like she wanted to eat you alive. “Yes, your aesthetic is very butch, it’s not that hard to see how very non-heterosexual you are.”
A very odd silence carried within the walls of the office before you cleared your throat. “You have something you want to ask me, Ms. Grant.”
“Who was the girl you protected?”
Kara tensed up, and she felt for a second that you might actually tell her that she was there, and she wouldn’t be able to stop you even if she wanted to. But just like last night, you surprised her. “I don’t know her name, Ms. Grant. If you only wanted me to come in here to find out who I was fighting for, I’m going to have to disappoint you.”
Kara let out a breath of relief, dropping her shoulders and relaxing in her seat. She finally stopped listening to the conversation going on in the other room and about seven minutes later, you stepped outside of the interview and removed your phone from your pocket.
“How did it go?” Kara pounced on you. “Did you mention me? Did you say anything about what happened?”
Before Kara knew what was happening, you grabbed her by the arm gently and led her out onto the terrace to avoid prying eyes and unworthy ears. The Kryptonian looked so confused and somewhat shocked by your actions. “Was it that bad?”
“No, it was fine,” You defended. “I kept my promise and didn’t involve you in it.”
“Yeah, uhm… why are you doing that exactly?” Kara adjusted her glasses for almost the thirteenth time that day. You noticed she fussed with them when she was nervous or overwhelmed in some way. “I mean, I have no reason to hide or anything. I can take the heat from the interviews and things, and I mean, it was me that he tried to—”
“I know you can handle yourself, miss Kara. That isn’t what I’m afraid of,” You leaned back on the bar of the balcony and Kara watched the veins in your hands flex. “I’m afraid of the media treating you like some victim, which you wish to not be. The second I tell everybody that it was you he was after, you become the front of sympathy tabloids. I guess… I am trying to protect you, but in a different way.”
Kara took a few moments to truly process what you said and looked deep into your eyes. So deep that she almost x-rayed you. Her fingers flexed against the bar she was holding, and a soft, tense breath escaped her chest.
“Well, I can… take care of myself?” Kara stumbled on her words, and you simply chuckled. Before she could stop you, once again, you were reaching out.
“I see that,” You slowly ran your fingers under a stray lock of blonde hair and slowly tucked it behind her ear, your strong hands lingering against her skin and gently stroking your fingertips across her cheekbone and down to her jaw. Kara felt as if you stole her breath away. “And you… have the prettiest smile I have ever seen.”
“I…” Kara was beginning to shake, almost like she was vibrating in place. You smelled so nice, and you felt so cool against her warm Kryptonian skin. And in five seconds flat, Kara was gone out of your sight with a simple “I have to go!”
All you could do was frown at her running away, looking down at your hand and wishing her warmth was back against your calloused skin. You sighed and leaned back against the rail, rubbing at your face and attempting not to smear your eyeliner. “Sweet moments never last, I guess…”
You headed back inside and noticed that Kara was nowhere to be found. With a deep, disappointed sigh, you began walking towards the elevator with your hands tucked into your trouser pockets. Wherever the blonde went, she was doing a damn good job at avoiding you.
You texted her, making sure that you didn’t overstep in any way.
“I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable, sweetheart. It was never my intention. I hope you have a good rest of your day.”
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Kara was staring at her phone screen for almost a full day. Every spare second that she had, she looked at the text you sent her, and her stomach began flipping all over again. She was so engrossed with how she would respond that even Alex was noticing. Her sister saw that she was simply staring at the screen, not typing or responding… she didn’t recognize your name.
“You plan on responding?” Alex teased, pausing the movie in front of them. Kara flinched, almost dropping her phone and looking over at her sister like she was just caught watching an R-Rated love scene. “Who is that?”
“N-No one! She’s nobody— n-not anybody,” Kara attempted to tuck away her cellphone, but Alex was faster, grabbing the device and reading what was on screen. “Wait, Alex, come on!”
“ ‘I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable, sweetheart.’? Who is calling you that?” Alex teased, looking at her sister and smirking as the blonde sighed and dropped her face into Alex’s leg.
“She’s just… the security guard from the bar the other night,” Kara admitted, her face burning the deepest shade of pink. For a second, Kara remembered how good you smelled and how chilled your skin was against her face, and it sent a very vicious shiver down her spine.
Alex noticed. “How’d you get the security guard’s phone number?”
“It’s a long story—”
“Well then start from the beginning?”
And so, Kara did. Kara told Alex everything that happened, not sparing a single detail and not leaving anything up in the air for guessing. She needed Alex to know every single detail and every single emotion that was passing through her in that moment.
“I don’t understand Alex,” Kara sighed, looking down at her hands. “It’s like I can’t think when I’m near her… Like my heart is about to leap from my chest and my hands feel like they’re vibrating! It was like that first time I was Supergirl… when I first saved the plane? That… adrenaline, that feeling of—”
“You like her.”
Kara had to stop her words, staring at her sister like she had just told her the biggest secret in the world. Her entire body started vibrating and Alex put her hands on Kara’s shoulders so the Kryptonian didn’t accidentally fly away. “I like her? What are you—”
“You acted just like this with every single crush you’ve had before, Kara,” Alex reassured. “And it’s okay… You are allowed to like this girl. She sounds great; I’d love to meet her someday.”
The blonde was silent for a good long while before she looked down at her phone and nearly threw it out of the window when she saw that you were calling her. The phone slammed on the coffee table and Kara jumped up, hiding from the device like it was a bomb about to explode.
“OhmyRao! Oh no, she’s calling— Alex, what do I do!?”
Alex rolled her eyes before she answered the phone, much to Kara’s horror. “Hello?”
You were so tense that the sound of another voice didn’t register. No, all you wanted was to talk to Kara and explain yourself so you couldn’t drive her away or scare her off.
“Kara! Hi,” You didn’t expect her to answer. “I uhm… Sorry for calling you so late and unexpected, I just… I don’t know, I need to explain myself? I’m sorry about today, and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable this afternoon. I don’t know what came over me.”
Alex smirked as she held her foot out, pressing it into Kara’s chest. Kara could stop her if she wanted to, but a part of her wanted to hear you out on this. Without interrupting you.
When Kara didn’t respond, you feared that she may have hung up on you. But against your better judgment, you started talking again. “I feel like I got the wrong impression from you. So, this may sound absolutely insane but… If you are willing, I would like to have dinner with you? Tomorrow night?”
The silence was almost deafening. Kara looked at Alex and the blonde seemed like she was about to throw up or pass out, maybe even both. Alex grinned from ear to ear and decided to respond for her, much to Kara’s complete and utter torture. “Tomorrow night sounds amazing.”
Kara could hear you sigh a breath of relief, almost like you had been holding it waiting for her answer. “Oh great! Great, uh… I will text you all of the details then? 7:30?”
“7:30, I will be there,” Alex chuckled and looked at Kara who looked like she was about to start screaming. “Goodnight… Sweetheart.”
When Alex hung up, Kara immediately dropped down behind the couch and curled into the fetal position like she wanted to do nothing but vanish into the floor and scream until her breath ran out. The DEO agent started cackling and tossed the phone over to Kara, laughing even harder when the device smacked her in the head.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!”
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You had spent the entire day pacing in your loft, looking at all of the clothes inside your closet and trying so hard to decide on something to wear like your life was on the line. All you wanted to do was impress this girl and show her the best time of her entire life. Kara was unlike anyone you’ve known… and you wanted to know even more.
Deciding to keep things semi-formal, you chose a black long-sleeved turtleneck with a delicate silver chain and gray trench coat. The black boots completed the look, and you tried very hard to not overthink things as you stepped out of your apartment, only to stop and gently pet your orange tabby cat on the head. “Stay put, Tigger. Love you.”
You triple-checked the address on your phone, standing outside of the restaurant that you and Kara picked out together. Asian was your idea and Kara leaped at the opportunity. You tried not to fumble with the box inside your jacket pocket, biting down on your lip and doing your best to calm your beating heart.
It had been years since your last date… work had always got in the way, and you tended to scare off a lot of “candidates”. Your hands were shaking, and you wanted to kick at the wall but then you’d look semi-psychotic.
Of course, your train of thought was completely derailed when you looked up in time to see the most beautiful thing you’ve seen in your entire life…
Kara Danvers, wearing a lavender dress with a white cardigan overtop, the skirt reaching just above her knees, matched with white heels. Her hair was held back with a ribbon braided into her blonde locks, complete with those turtle shell glasses that you thought were so cute on her that it made your heart flutter.
How did you get this lucky to be out with her?
“Hi!” You chirped, stomach tightening as you looked at the most gorgeous female that’s been in your vision. “Uh… wow, you look beautiful, Kara.”
“Thank you,” Kara blushed, looking down at her heels for a brief moment and biting her lip. “And you look… I don’t even have the words for it!”
Now it was your turn to blush, heart fluttering as you gently twist your fingers together. Kara noticed the bandages on your knuckle, but it seemed underplayed by all of the rings on your fingers. This was the first time in a long time that Kara had been on a date, and she actually had hopes for this one. All of the other ones? They were a huge letdown.
Kara was now keeping score in her head. What she didn’t expect was for you to open the door for her. Wow… one point for you!
“Ladies first,” You held out your hand for her and she could tell that you were more charming and polite than any man she has been out with in her entire life.
The hostess led you both to the table in the very quiet restaurant that had live music playing softly nearby. The dining area was dimly lit, and the only light was from a very soft glow of the light above the table. Kara was about to approach her seat when you jumped forward and pulled the chair out for her, smiling and gently pushing it in once she was sat down.
“Well, you certainly know how to make a girl feel special,” Kara chuckled, sitting down and removing the cloth napkin from the plate and laying it over her lap.
You stripped off your jacket and draped it over the back of your chair, sitting down across from her and folding your hands overtop the table in front of her. “I find it hard to believe that you are treated any less when you go on dates.”
Kara chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. “Yeah… the dates I’ve been on? Not exactly anything to write home about.”
You make a face of complete horror, doing a remarkable impression of a fish out of water. Kara simply took a sip of water to try and break the tension, but you weren’t breaking eye contact. Maybe you wanted her to explain?
“Okay, most of the guys I’ve been with? They are too focused on their phones… and they ditch me after twenty minutes at most,” Kara sighed, adjusting her glasses. “Maybe I’m just not that interesting?”
You sat back a little, rubbing a hand across your jaw and sighing deep in your chest.
“Kara Danvers,” You reached out for her hand, and she blushed at how cold it was. “You have not been treated like the lady you have deserved… it will be an honor to show you a time that you won’t ever forget.”
A single moment passed as Kara smiled and leaned forward, almost challenging you. “I’m keeping score.”
Challenge accepted.
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The night was absolutely perfect. Kara had literally never felt more heard in her entire life. At one point during the evening, Kara heard your phone chirp, and you removed it from your pocket. Kara was about to deduct a point for that, but you immediately turned it off and put it face down on the table, apologizing for the interruption.
Surprise was all over her face as you simply cut off all communications with everybody just to listen to her silly story about something that happened at CatCo. And you were hanging on literally every single word she uttered and every syllable that tumbled from her lips.
You had ordered a beautiful bottle of wine to go with the food she ordered, which consisted of pork potstickers, crab fried rice, and a beautiful plate of scorpion roll sushi. You didn’t even bat an eye as you listened to every single word she said and when she would ask you questions, you were happy to answer with honesty.
“-After the army, I was just feeling a bit lost,” You admitted, pausing to take a sip of the wine and leaning back in your chair. Kara leaned forward, almost like she wasn’t close enough to hear you. But in reality, it was so quiet that it was easy to feel like you two were the only ones in the entire universe. “I bounced around from place to place, looking for a job where I felt like I was making a difference. And don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with working retail… but the night life called to me? The club reached out to me, and it was easy for me to be security.”
“Ex-military,” Kara smiled. “No wonder you’re so strong…”
“Well, I do work out every day,” You shrugged like it was no big deal, but in reality, you were flexing and trying to impress her. Kara giggled at seeing you put your hands behind your head and leaned back in her chair herself, allowing a moment for her dinner to settle.
The moment was comfortable as the music played inside of your own little world you two created together. “This is actually really nice…”
You smiled. “I promised a night to remember,” You glanced up at the musicians and then at Kara. “Would you like to dance with me?”
“Here?” Kara giggled, eyes wrinkling with humor as you stood up from your seat and held out your hand. “In the middle of the restaurant?”
All you did was keep your hand out for her and Kara thought about it for a few seconds before deciding screw it and placed her hand into yours. The cold of your rings bit into her warm skin as you lifted her from the seat and placed a gentle hand on her waist. When Kara’s hand met your shoulder, you two began swaying gently back and forth to the soft music inside of the restaurant… It really felt like it was just the two of you in the entire universe.
Kara felt so warm against you… So gentle and so sweet, almost like she was an angel in your presence. You couldn’t help it. Very slowly, you leaned your head down and rested your cheek against the top of her blonde hair, breathing her in like this was going to be the last time you ever got to feel her against you.
Kara bit down on her lip and pressed her face into your chest, feeling the soft swell of your breasts against her face and realizing that she didn’t hate the feeling… In fact, you felt comfortable and cool and all of the things that she loved in the world. But the best part? From here, she couldn’t just hear your heartbeat… she could feel it.
“Your heart is racing,” She whispered against you. Almost comically, your hands began trembling as you slid one through her soft blonde hair and twisted it in between your fingers.
Kara could feel it. You were terrified. “I… Don’t want to mess this up,” You pulled back slowly and looked down to gaze into those beautiful blue eyes. “How’s my score?”
The Kryptonian smiled, her eyes twinkling. “One final test for you?”
“Name it,” You begged.
Kara smiled, hypnotizing you with those pretty glossed lips of hers. “I would rather show you.”
The blonde slid one hand up to the back of your neck and then you felt those warm fingers through your hair. Oh, she was so beautiful, and she felt so perfect in your arms, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss her… but you weren’t going to move until she did. Kara needed to do this first.
She inched closer and closer, and you could feel her breath against your face. It was almost chilled… You waited patiently, hoping she would continue—
The entire restaurant trembled around you both and on instinct, you grabbed at Kara’s waist, preventing her from falling over. The pounding in your chest went haywire as you looked out of the window and saw the street was literally on fire! “What the hell—”
Patrons in the restaurant went crazy and began to run for the exits. But in doing so, you couldn’t have held onto her even if you tried. “Kara? Kara!” You called out her name, fear rising at the idea of losing her within the crowd of terror as patrons shoved you outside and into the streets that were blazing alive.
Standing on the street now, you could only look on in abstract horror as a blue-skinned, horned face alien was breathing literal fire and setting the streets ablaze. You took the smallest step backward and realized that was your mistake. The alien sent a very powerful blast in your direction, and you went from your feet to the air.
The blast lifted you from the ground and your entire body slammed into the windshield of a truck, glass shattering all around you and slicing your sweater and into your skin. You would no doubt need stitches now.
The impact didn’t knock you out, but it made you slightly dizzy as you crawled off the remains of the truck and stumbled against the concrete, bracing yourself against the hood and rubbing at your forehead. “Fuck…” You only had one thing on your mind… “Kara, where are you?”
Another blast was about to hit, and you had no time to brace for impact. The alien seemed to hate you for some reason because he kept targeting where you were standing. You slowly stepped back and your body pressed into the steel of the truck, waiting for the next hit. You crouched down and attempted to shield yourself… but it never arrived.
You looked up and let out a surprised gasp at seeing the red cape in front of you, and beautiful blonde hair that flowed down in waves down her back. It was unmistakable who it was. “S-Supergirl!”
The hero turned to look at you, smiling a little but the grin dropped as soon as she saw the blood seeping into your clothing. “You’re hurt—”
“I’m okay,” You said, trying not to look weak in front of the Kryptonian. Your heart pounded in your chest as you began to look around even more frantically, desperate to find your date in the sea of terrified residents of National City. “Where is she? God, please—”
“Kara Danvers sent me,” Supergirl placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. Your eyes widened in surprise at her statement. Kara sent her? “She’s in a safe place… I hear you are ex-military. Can you help me clear these streets?”
Supergirl was asking for your help? Suddenly the wounds in your skin seemed so minor as you stood up and at attention to the superhero that began to rise from the ground and look as regal as inhumanly possible. She really was incredible… “You can count on me, Supergirl.”
“Ms. Danvers speaks highly of you,” Supergirl said and bolted away.
You immediately jumped into action and began to direct people away from the threat of the alien terrorizing the city. You helped them down into the subway stations to avoid the dangers of the fire and the battle between whatever that creature was and Supergirl herself. But the more you moved and the faster your heart raced, the more your wounds began catching up with you.
Blood was dripping from your sweater and onto the stone steps of the subway. Sweat dripped from your forehead and you nearly stumbled down the stairs and onto the concrete below you.
“Hey, hey,” The new voice resonated in front of you and all you could do was look up and see a woman with short brown hair and a soft look, almost like she knew you. She was dressed in all black and had a gun on her hip. “Eyes on me? Are you okay?”
When you didn’t respond, could only blink slowly, the woman was getting concerned with your state of health. You very faintly heard her say “Can you hear me?” but then you could only reach for the railing before falling to the concrete stairs.
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The horrible sensation of needles pressing into your skin woke you up from the deep unconscious state you were in. It reminded you of the tattoo on your upper back and you just couldn’t stop yourself from hissing in pain and flinching at the stab.
“Ow,” You twitched, opening your eyes and immediately wanting to close them with how bright the lights were. But something was off… This did not smell like some hospital? Isn’t that usually where someone ends up when they hit the windshield of a truck?
“Try not to move,” A voice said from above you. It was the woman from the alley… for some reason, now her voice was recognizable but not when she was impersonating Kara on the phone. The pain of the needle resonated in your back again and you grabbed the table with both hands to force your body to sit completely still.
“Where am I? What is this?”
“Can’t tell you that,” She said. “Just know that it’s somewhere safe. What do you remember?”
“Uh… I remember an ugly-ass alien setting the streets on fire? And then I hit a truck and I was looking for—” The needle in her hands went directly into your shoulder as you jumped upward and almost fell off the table. A tube was in your arm, and you saw a slow stream of blood flooding into your veins. “Kara! Fuck, where’s Kara? Where is she?”
“Hey, hey!” The woman from the subway jumped up and held out her hands that were gloved but covered in your blood. You were frantic, looking around the room like a terrified bird in a cage too small for it to be considered humane. “Hey, you need to calm down. You lost a lot of blood and—”
“I’m not—” You ripped the tube from your arm and the blood splattered to the floor as you began to run at the glass, not fully realizing you were in just your black skin-tight boxers, sports bra, and dog tags hanging from a chain around your neck. Everything else had been torn and drenched in your blood. “No, I… I gotta get out of here, I need to find Kara! Kara Danvers! We… we went out together tonight! I have to go- I need to know that she’s okay!”
“Okay, okay! Calm down, please, relax…” The woman grabbed your forearms and you breathed hard enough to start hyperventilating. Very slowly, she led you back over to the bench and removed the needle from your shoulder. “Look… my name is Alex Danvers. Kara is my sister, okay? And I can promise you that she is fine.”
Your brain skipped like a needle on a record, blanking out for a few painful seconds and trying to make sense of it all. What are the odds that Kara’s sister is the one stitching you up right now in some secret medlab? “A-Alex, like the… special agent Alex that she talked about?”
The woman smirked a little. “Yeah… and you’re the ex-military nightclub guard that she can’t shut up about?”
You simply rolled your eyes and tried to stay upright. Blood loss was definitely getting to you again and you placed both hands on the gurney underneath you. “C-Can’t shut up about me? It’s only been a day.”
Alex was quiet after that as she continued your stitches, meticulously closing you up and removing a piece of glass from your skin in the process. You were so engrossed in the procedure that the soft swishing of the door was almost missed. “How is she?”
You looked up and your cheeks turned a deep pink. It was Supergirl… and she was standing there like the typical hero she was, hands crossed over her chest and looking at you with the most intense blue eyes you’ve ever seen… well, the second most intense blue eyes you’ve seen. Thoughts of Kara surfaced, and you felt nervous all over again.
“All things considered, she’s doing okay,” Alex said, placing a gauze patch over your final stitches and removing her gloves. You sighed and leaned back to sit up straight, rolling your shoulders and attempting to relax. “Just try to calm down and relax, you’ve been through a lot today.”
You nodded and attempted to not look embarrassed at being almost half naked in front of National City’s hero, heart thumping at high speed and your fingers twitching like absolute crazy. “Agent Danvers… I know that this will sound dumb, but can I talk with Supergirl? Alone?”
“That’s not a possib—”
“It’s okay, Alex,” Supergirl held out a hand, attempting to calm the agent. You blushed and began to chew on your thumbnail waiting for Alex to leave the room and stand on the other side of the door. When it slid closed behind her, but she stayed within sight of the glass room, you met Supergirl’s eyes who moved both fists to her hips in the classic hero pose. “What’s wrong?”
“You know, its funny- I keep playing the… the way we met in my head?” You stood up from the bench and rubbed the back of your neck to try and relax your sore muscles. “And there’s just one thing that doesn’t really make sense.”
“You were in danger, I saved you,” Supergirl stated in a nonchalant way. But she looked slightly twitchy.
“Not that,” You approached Supergirl, noticing that you were slightly over her in height… Just like her. “You said Kara mentioned I was ex-military… I didn’t see her texting during dinner, and she didn’t have any time to tell you about that before the attack.”
“What are you—” You gave the Kryptonian a look and tilted your head.
“You look just like her… Even without the glasses, your eyes are the same. And you…” You reached out and the hero didn’t know better, and you were able to touch her skin before she stepped away. “Are just as warm as she is.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I know that it’s you, Kara,” You stated, much to the woman’s shock. “You vanish and then Supergirl shows up? Supergirl tells me something that only you found out ten minutes before? Your sister shows up at the most convenient time to save my ass from bleeding out on the stairs?” You stepped forward, and the super stepped back, spine hitting the wall behind her. “You can’t fool me…”
“You are… just delusional from the blood loss. I’m not Kara Danvers, I don’t—”
Your hand reached out and pressed against Supergirl’s cheek, stopping her words in their tracks as you breathed slowly and stepped infinitely closer. She was so warm and so beautiful, and you knew it was her, but she was so in denial. You knew it was to keep herself safe, but you just couldn’t help yourself.
“If you aren’t my sweet Kara,” You sighed, watching Supergirl’s bottom lip tremble. “Then that means I can’t kiss you…”
Supergirl breathed. “Th-That’s right…”
“But if you are,” You leaned closer, heart racing in your chest. “I still have one point to gain for the best date ever.”
A moment of silence passed between both of you, and Supergirl breathed hard against your face. You felt her cold air again, and now knew it was from her ice-breath. “Final test…”
In seconds, you dipped down and captured her lips in the most intense kiss of your entire life. Supergirl—Kara wrapped both arms around your neck and held you close, her strength now showing from her Kryptonian powers as you placed both hands on her waist and pulled her as close as humanly possible.
The moment was so intense and full of heat between you two that the noise you made when Kara jumped up, wrapping both legs around your hips made you stumble backward and hit the steel wall behind you. A hiss of pain left your lips as you felt your torn skin strain on the stitches. “Fuck, fuck, shit, wait…”
Kara jumped off of you, gasping and realizing that her strength was too much for you. She stepped backward and you turned around, glancing at your back and trying to see if you had accidentally burst any of the stitches. “Okay… okay, I’m fine. Don’t worry.”
The hero looked at you and you could see tears brimming in her eyes as she reached forward and gently placed both hands against your cheeks. “I’m so sorry… I’m so, so sorry I left you! I wasn’t fast enough, and you got hurt and you—”
“Hey, hey, hey no, none of that!” You said, grabbing Kara’s hands and gently rubbing your thumbs across the veins in her hands. Kara whimpered, tears tracking her face. “No, you saved me Kara… You did everything you could and from where I’m standing, you saved everybody, not just me… I would’ve been dead had you not shown up.”
Kara giggled, sniffling through tears. “Heh… guess I owed you from the other night, huh?”
“Yeah… Guess you did,” You brushed her blonde hair away from her face and kissed the space between her eyes, right over the small crease in her brow line. “People are gonna get hurt, Kara… I’m not immortal. I know how dangerous this world is. But I’m strong. I went through war and still came back. I can take a few stitches. Don’t you worry about me.”
“I will always worry about you—”
“And I’ll respect that. But only if I can worry about you… I must protect what is mine.”
“Y-Yours?” Kara blushed from the tips of her ears down to her neck. “Wh-What are you?”
“Be mine, Kara Danvers… Supergirl, I’m asking you to be my girlfriend.”
Your answer was another desperate, fiery kiss. And for a moment, both of you felt like you were flying… But when the kiss broke, you saw that Kara had accidentally lifted you both off the ground.
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The mark of an excellent engineer is predicting the unpredictable. Anticipating how a user might misuse or abuse a product before they’ve ever laid eyes on it. Preempt the mistakes and the fringe use cases and design them into insignificance with failsafes and redundancies.
Lena is, by all accounts and conferred degrees, an excellent engineer. She designed the anti-kryptonite suit to withstand, well, everything. It’s built to handle abuse ranging from unplanned space flight to close contact with a nuclear warhead.
Most engineers don’t exactly take into account how their product might inadvertently abuse them, however. And in that respect, Lena is no better than the rest.
She watches Supergirl peel off that technically perfect helmet, not a splash of sickly green on her golden skin, and Lena expects to feel triumphant. Proud. Accomplished.
Instead, she feels affronted. There’s no other way to describe the physically oppressive tightening in her chest when the hero shakes out her hay-colored hair, helmet in hand. The headpiece comes off, gorgeously windswept curls tumble out of it, and Lena gapes as her last remaining brain cell goes up in smoke.
It’s like a goddamned motion picture. Down to the way Lena’s jaw hinges open, slack and completely outside of her control. Blonde waves cascade over the armor Lena hand-built for those broad shoulders and all her insides collectively squeeze. A wayward strand catches on a passing breeze and alights on a delicately flushed cheek, framing Supergirl’s handsome jaw. Lena huffs—at this point it’s just offensive.
She’s bordering on furious with herself for not considering the obvious danger in her design (irritatingly perfect hair, an ill-advised sapphic crush, and a glorified motorcycle helmet do not a productive match make). Unintentional harm or distraction to anyone—wearer or not—is simply an unacceptable failure mode in battle. Of course her irritation isn’t enough to keep her from raking her eyes appreciatively over everything that her suit emphasizes on National City’s beloved Kryptonian.
Lena’s debating alternative head coverings in her mind—throat still dry, eyes still roving, fingertips still itching to learn how soft those golden waves truly are—when Supergirl glances her way. She smiles and it’s like the sun catches on all of her at once. Light glints off her suit (Lena’s suit, that she made for her), illuminates her hair, dances in her smile and suddenly Lena understands why people worship her as a god.
The super is radiant as she walks over. “Lena,” she breathes, tucking the helmet under one arm. Lena’s sheer disgust with this entire cliché is the only thing that keeps her from moaning outright at the way her name sounds from that mouth. “You saved me.” Supergirl’s blonde head ducks bashfully and—oh, she gets to be cute now too? How dare she. A chuckle rumbles through the crest that Lena placed on her chest. “Again. You saved me again.”
Crystal eyes lock on hers and Lena’s awareness of anything outside those deep, searching blue flees her entirely. Struck dumb, Lena holds Supergirl’s gaze, chin lifted, until the hero finds whatever she’s looking for.
An irresponsibly cocky smirk curls at the corner of Supergirl’s mouth. It pushes her a step closer and the proximity shoots a wave of instability through Lena’s knees.
“Is there any way I can repay you?” The super says, voice low. Lena wonders briefly if she’s been transported to the set of a low-budget porno. As if on cue, her brain fires off three filthy responses in rapid succession. This cannot be happening. She swallows hard to keep those thoughts sequestered in her head where they belong.
Possessed by some force greater than herself (perhaps Luthor composure, roaring through her veins from a family she normally loathes to emulate), Lena straightens. One of her eyebrows arches and Supergirl’s smile grows.
She bites the inside of her lip thoughtfully and watches in delight as the Kryptonian stands up a little taller, expectant.
“There’s no need, Supergirl,” Lena purrs, right on script, reaching out to swipe her thumb over a smudge on the suit’s chest plate. Keen eyes track the movement, so Lena allows her touch to linger. She retracts her hand slowly and meets the hero’s eyes once more. They are eager, focused entirely on her, and a shiver of satisfaction bolts through Lena at the attention.
With a heavy flutter of her lashes, she drops her voice. “But now that you mention it, I would love to get my hands on that suit of yours.” She pauses, allowing the implication to swell in the air. “I have several ideas…” she casts her gaze down the Kryptonian’s front and up again, “for improvements I’d like to make. If you’d allow me, of course.”
Supergirl’s eyebrows near her hairline as she stutters, “Y-yeah, totally,” her voice a whoosh. Then she shakes her head, sloughing off her apparent stupor, and her grin is back in full force—sexy and blinding at once. “Seeing as this is your creation, I’d say I’m all yours.”
She pierces Lena with that clear-eyed stare. “Actually. Are you free right now, Miss Luthor?”
Lena bites down a smirk and savors the goosebumps that tickle the back of her neck. She nods once, quick and to the point. Supergirl’s smile blooms across her face, replacing the self-assured swagger with such genuine delight that Lena is battered twice with attraction and endearment. She mirrors the hero’s expression and loops her arm around the elbow offered to her.
They turn to leave at a leisurely pace, ignoring the long-suffering voice of Agent Danvers yelling after them.
“Hey. Hey! Where the hell do you think you’re going?! Ka—Supergirl! That suit is DEO property! Hey! Hey! Don’t you walk away from me!”
Supergirl laughs, eyes never leaving Lena’s as an agitated “motherfucker” echoes in their wake.
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You know what there's not enough off? Bat Stalking. Their fucked up, codependent love language. And! Not enough Messy Bitch-ness. Why ADMIT your feelings and have clear and open communication, when you could bury it niiiice and deep and keep it there until you DIE! Spy on them instead.
With their boyfriend.
Their kinky, kinky, Kryptonian boyfriend.
Who can TOTALLY hear you getting off to him fucking his boyfriend through the mattress. Can hear the slick sound of that probably expensive flashlight that is no where NEAR as good. Can hear the filthy praise they mutter, when he gets Tim to ride him. The envious sounds, when he eats Tim out.
Who is totally getting off on it.
Because naked? He is almost indistinguishable from his template. Does watching a young Superman fuck Tim DO it for ya? Bats? It clearly does. Which of us is driving you more insane? My tight ass and his hot puss?
How bout YOU Nightwing? Imagining the forbidden? Kal doing something he shouldn't with his best friends protégé? With Tim? Wishing you were HERE. Or one of us? Which one?
And, please, Hood. Let's not insult ourselves. You've wanted to rail Tim for years. Wanted Big Blue to rail YOU for longer. But you can't admit that. Let yourself have nice things. You're jerking it like your DYING, moaning and gasping like you're in HEAT, and we both know? You'd sooner die AGAIN then ever let yourself have a peice of this.
Then there's the stabby little shit. The lethal, pigtail pulling, little fuck. Get a good eyeful. Kon's never letting you EVER have a taste. He holds grudges. Hope being "the blood son" feels good around your cock, because you're NEVER gonna know how good it feels to fuck a REAL Robin until he BEGS.
Yeah... Kon REALLY likes it. Fucking at Tim's place. For... Reasons.
And Tim? He just enjoys the "absolutely destroyed", well fucked, afterglow and cuddles. Plus the take-out of his choice. Date nights are AWESOME.
-🐼🐼🐼
yesss!!!! kon knowing tim's family are there and watching as he fucks tim who has no idea they're being watched and listened in on all while kon is getting off on his smug feelings and the voyeurism!!
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After Tim brings Bruce back, he absolutely loses his single-minded, universe-changing focus, and without that tunnel visions, he falls into a deep depression, and his family notices.
Tim initially stays in his apartment, and never visits, and Bruce comes to visit (he got back to life and his son, his miracle child who chose him, who saved him, had been absent. Bruce needed to see him) and its a disgusting. Not like a pigsty, its not messy. It's filthy. Bloody bandages from past wounds are left on the ground, staining the carpet. There is a gallon of milk on the counter, open and easily soured, smelling vile. There are black stains in the sink that might be blood, or moldy liquid poured down the drain haphazardly. Bruce finds Tim in the bedroom, in a bed covered in literal weeks worth of crumbs.
Bruce immediately wakes him up, whose face is raw red from shaving without cream or water, his lips are chapped, and his eyes are red and irritated. Bruce rushes Tim to the ER, wondering if he's sick.
Bruce brings Tim back to the manor (Tim is so indecisive and passive he barely even questions it).
Alfred immediately puts some soup and ice cream in him, and Tim starts walking a little faster, talking a little faster.
Dick and Jason checked out the apartment themselves and come home concerned, and decide to move back to the manor full-time for the time being.
Dick constantly stays within one room of Tim, watching movies and anime with him (and Damian if he can rope him into it), and sometimes Tim pays attention, but occasionally zones out for god knows how long until Dick notices and wakes him up.
Jason tries to cheer him up with exercise in the gym, blasting Tim's favorite songs. Tim smiles a little. Then, while doing some crunches, little red spots appear on Tim's shirt and Jason panics, and before Tim can resist Jason pulls up his shirt, there are clear self harm scars along his ribs. Jason cries and holds Tim and sobs into his hair, until Bruce walks in on the seen, his second son crying over his bleeding boy, and for a second thinks he's walked in on a death.
Alfred does a body check, and Tim doesn't bother to deny it. He doesn't seem embarrassed. He seems so...indifferent about everything lately.
They know anyone with bat training could escape a psychiatric hospital, so they set up a plan to never leave him alone.
Jason and Tim spend their time watching superhero fandom YouTube. Tim loved it as a kid, and its comfort content for him. Whenever content on Tim's Robin comes up, Tim gets spacey, until Jason begins to critically analyze, and complement his work. "God, that strategy was ingenious. You outsmarted The Brain. At age 11? Jesus Tim." Dick gets in on it too. "You beat Cheetah? Fast as Wally, can scratch Kryptonians, can go hand to hand with Diana? Has my little brother always been such a badass?"
Alfred basically demands Tim come cook with him. When he first started in the manor, he and Alfred spent time in the kitchen often, but he fell out of it after his mom died. Tim's no good at baking, but he's really good with meats. Alfred buys expensive cuts of meat, and Tim learns how to tell each cut and its grade. He can cook it better than chefs in their 50th year. Tim tries to back out if, saying why he should learn a "useless skill." Then Alfred has Tim cook steaks for the family, (Alfred takes care of Damian's dinner) and at Bruce's first complement, Tim feels the warmest he has since his last hug from Bart before he died.
Cass comes by. One look at Tim's posture and she's stuck to him like a hair on a biscuit. She was never good with computers, so she has him teach her the basics. It's a trap to lure Tim into geeking out over new tech and spend hours making his out programs. She's able to hack with the best of 'em now, and more importantly, Tim and her have taken an online game design class, and are building a fighting game together.
At first, everyone thinks Damian keeps his distance out of "disgust for Tim's weakness" (Tim's words, no one else's). Then Dick walks in on Damian wreck his room in a crying rage. Damian feels guilty. He blames himself for Tim's depression. Dick knows Damian won't understand his bullying was due to his own trauma he's been working through, so he tells Damian to use his skills to fix things. Damian draws Tim fanart of Red Robin, which Tim is indifferent to. Then Damian draws him fanart of Young Justice and Tim smiles brighter than Damian has ever seen.
Things are slow. There are huge ups, especially when Kon and Bart come back to life. There are huge downs, like every time they deal with Ra's, or whenever Tim gets sick from his splenectomy.
By the time Duke joins, Tim's smiley, wide-eyed and bubbly, just like he was when he was 12, bouncing along in Dick's shadow. Duke is so shocked when he walks into Tim's room to find recent self-harm scars. Duke has flashbacks to a photo he saw while going through his mom's social work files one day of a girl who killed herself, and cries and screams, and Tim has to calm him down. Tim comes clean about his struggles, and promises Duke doesn't need to save him. Duke spends weeks and weeks as Tim's shadow, interning with him at Wayne E., playing Starcraft with him, and hanging out with the YJ4.
Tim is still "depressed." He always has a few bad days a month. His antidepressants are a permanent addition.
But he has a devoted father, a doting grandfather, three protective older siblings, and two younger siblings who look up to him with the stars and their eyes.
He lives.
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siremasterlawrence · 5 months
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The Hero’s Erosion Of Free Will Part 2
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Bruce Wayne is not expecting to see a short well built muscle super being flying through Gotham chasing after a alien space ship as he speeds up.
He is donned in a black tight shirt with gold and red symbol of Superman’s Kryptonian heritage Super blow up and imposed on the front.
He effortlessly speeding in to the air picking up speed he thrust forward into the sky with impact he approaches on the ship finally encroaching on the pilots.
Landing on the nose of the piloted ships his feet grasp sticking into the airplanes nose the impact of his weight shifts the airplane on a downward trajectory.
He smiles wide eyes, purse lips and he at fist punching into the tinted black glass of the airplane and flew in one hand punching the pilot.
The right flips into the air knocking him out in a quick succession before his attention is returning to the fact the airplane is about to crash into the water.
The sheer power of the crash sinking to the floor as it splashes shooting up into the air overflowing and everything comes in utter display.
The shadow of the aircraft travels on top of the filthy Black Sea of Gotham City landing as it hovers high overcasting on Super boy it was him.
Connor El hears his name in a quiet lower register tone emit from the jet he knows he can’t deny it was The Bat…Batman…Bruce Wayne.
The bottom private door to the bat jet slid to the side exposing to the world as Connor El is feeling a shame overtake his mind he is hit with those thoughts.
Constantly ramming in him for some reason when he settles in taking a seat a radiant wave of life flows through the sky from the heavens.
The wave tracks on to the ship distracting Bruce from the scolding session he was about to give to Connor El but they are soon transported.
The ship journeys through a portal in one huff smashing into the dark oasis of this new existence Bruce ponders for a bit he stops.
Is this the phantom zone? He questions his own sense of time and space he commands Connor to say put walking till he hits a both literal and physical wall.
A invisible wall to be precise blocking him
in this shifting dimension with the astral projections of Gotham and Krypton over and over again each imploding.
The floor of the room is super spinning out them of control leaving them in a blinding phase of dizziness backing them in to strange position.
They lost of track of each other finding each other after getting stuck in a maze of horror Connor came to the rescue seeing Bruce is mindlessly staring into one particular mirror
Bruce is relieving his parents deaths that in the alley images flooding his mind of the expensive pearl set his father bought for his mother shatter on the ground as the gun goes off.
Connor knelt next to Bruce wiping his tears, rubbing his shoulder and hugging his back leaving Bruce shaking as they kiss a little unsuspectedly.
“Where did these curtains come from?”
“Oh My God!”
“He got you too?”
“Clark what are you doing to my ward?”
“It’s just me Dick and my boyfriend Clark?”
“What about you too?”
“My boyfriend Bruce and I?”
“Nnnnnn”
The end
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tenpintsof-sundrop · 4 months
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Last fic of the year!!!! (Poll Time!!)
If you are curious, here is a bit more information about each of these fics:
Your First Kiss With Jason Todd - Jason Todd x GN!Reader. It will be part of the First Kiss Series, a series showing what a first kiss would be like with each of the Titans characters. (The other ones can be found on my masterlist.) The series was originally intended to be very fluffy (and some others in the series will likely to back to being fluffy) but this part is going to be very, very angsty. And I am very excited about the ideas that I have for this. It's gonna be heartbreaking. Everyone please thank @star-mum she handed me the knife. So if you're not into extreme whump, don't vote for this one.
(Currently Untitled) - Donna Troy x Fem!Kryptonian!Reader aka The Rage Chemical Fic. This fic is meant to be structured like an episode of Titans, so while I have labelled it as angst, which it mostly is, there is tones of humor and I want to have some cute moments showing the reader's romantic relationship with Donna (pre-established) and her friendships with the other Titans. There is one particular person in my inbox who has been championing for this fic, and they are the reason I have started writing it - the reason it's on this poll. So shout out to you. If it doesn't win this poll, it's gonna be written in January.
(Currently Untitled) - Jason Todd x Fem!Thick!Reader x Gar Logan. Smut. Again, thank Star for this one. Jaygar x Reader is so in my regular wheelhouse, and while I am eager to write this one, I am kind of hoping that the First Kiss fic wins the poll. But if this one wins (smut usually does) - I have big, filthy plans for this one. The visuals are already secured in my mind. As usual, bi Jason and bi Gar all the way.
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supercap2319 · 1 year
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Clark and yn inviting steve for kinky threesome with clark and steve being the dom and yn being the sub
Steve wondered why he was invited to Clark and Y/N’s apartment as he found out that both confessed on wanting to have sex with Captain American. Steve was both shocked and turned on as well as they all quickly removed their clothes and Y/N found out very quickly at how dominant America’s Golden Boys could be. Clark and Steve, the nicest guys in the world, who would give you their shirts off their backs if you asked, were so dominating.
They would tell Y/N such filthy things as they fucked him any and everywhere. On the walls. The ceiling. Shower and bathtub. They weren’t sweet or slow in their fucking as they gave Y/N their full forces as they city didn’t stop shaking until 3 in the morning as they finally tapped out.
Clark and Steve drew Y/N a hot bath and gave him anything he wanted as they whispered comforting things to him before helping him to bed as they dressed him in only underwear so they could get him naked in the morning for another round of hot sex.
The Kryptonian looks at the Super Soldier and smiles. “We should do this more often.”
Steve matched his smile. “Yeah, we should.”
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Out of question, where did the idea of Superman hating clones come from in fanon?
Is it just an amped up version of him generally being neglectful for a while, taking a while to lend Conner a hand when he was homeless twice? The Kents adopted Conner and they've basically acted like brothers ever since...
He certainly is never weird about Damian.
Kara was weird about Conner for like an arc at one point (technically the New 52 Kon-El, by all accounts a different individual from Conner, even cloned from distinct people) because she was raised on Krypton and actually had a typical kryptonian bigotry against them before realizing that Kon-El wasn't created devoid of sentience to be purely a weapon for war and got over it. Does it have something to do with the view kryptonians had of clones?
Clark was dead when Conner first showed up and they basically worked together along with Steel until Conner joined Young Justice, so beyond seeing his as at most a teammate Steel trained for a bit and at worst a target of his constant paranoia over every action Lex takes, so there wasn't much that the idea could have come from in there.
It just seems strange to me that this concept was invented at all. Zod is right there. H'El is right there. There are characters that actually do hate Conner for being a clone already. I mean the comedic genius of Zod getting the upper hand on Superman for once only for Danny to beat him into the dirt because the motherfucker called Dani an 'unfeeling filthy copy' a week ago when he first broke out of the phantom zone and she went to the ghost zone to tell Danny to beat him up for it is masterful.
I'm pretty sure its for his negligence of connor
When fanfic writers need a villain but dont want to make a big fight they use what they have
And superman, who is considered to be incredibly strong and kind(in what ive seen, never read the conics) while being a a voice of reason and emotional
And people see flaws rather than the good so the negligence is what we latched onto, there's not alot of other heros that have complicated emotions that live in the grey area in morality while being a complete "good" hero
Personally i think it would be best used for a redemption ark in fanfics
This is just my opinion on this and while i dont fully know if theres something more my opinion is that people see flaws in good people rather than the good and thats what they focus on so the fandom latched onto it
I'm sorry if i offend tpu but thats my opinion
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edgecfeden · 9 months
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cont'd from here for @superlustersnew52 !
there were plenty of positions kara enjoyed tying diana up in, the golden lasso keeping her bound fucktoy honest while she used her, but few could match this one, she'd found. diana was completely naked, hands tied above her head, her body fully available for the kryponian's pleasure. kara had her cape and half her suit on from keeping up her own appearances as this meager earth's supergirl, but she was naked from the waist down as she circled the tied-up amazon like a wolf stalking prey. with the massive length of her cock hanging heavy between her thighs, she knew diana likely wouldn't be able to tear her gaze from the object of her obsession.
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kara smirked as she smacked the brunette's ass just to watch it shake, listening to diana's unbidden begging. "and yet, you still won't give up that cute tiara," kara purred, only half teasing. "we both know wonder whore is already a broken slut for kryptonian cock, constantly craving a taste… i don't know why you still pretend to be this other wonder woman character, always going out and saving the day." the blonde stepped in front of diana, cupping her chin with an arch of her brow. "you love being my filthy little wonder whore, don't you, diana? you know that's your real self."
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finalslay · 9 months
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@weepedwords sent : ❛  if there weren’t so many people watching us, i’d already be on my knees in front of you.  ❜
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they're at some rich gala, a charity benefit at a museum in metropolis. batman and superman are not present tonight — they are clark kent and bruce wayne, the reporter and the billionaire. the duo stands nearby one another, bruce nursing a glass of champagne when clark finally slides up next to him. it's surprisingly subtle, the younger man's attempt to approach without grabbing everyone else's attention. to the untrained eye, it may just look like clark approaching him for a short interview — but bruce knows the truth of the matter. he's seen that look on clark's face before ; it's one of want, even if the kryptonian thinks he's keeping it well-hidden. sure enough, after a moment of the pair just standing there in silence, watching the mingling crowd, clark finally speaks. the words are almost uncharacteristically filthy ; bruce's head turns in the younger man's direction, a brow raising slightly. he can't deny the appeal of clark's suggestion, hence why lips twitch into the slightest of smirks before replying, “ can you imagine the headlines? god, it'd be a scandal. ” a sip of his drink, calm and collected, all the while bruce subtly moves his free hand, only to slide it into the back pocket of clark's pants. “ i wouldn't be opposed to ... stepping away from the party for a minute. what do you say, farm boy? care to join me? ”
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smalls-words · 2 years
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You Are Not Filthy
Summary: When Kara Danvers, aka Supergirl, has been exposed to Red Kryptonite, the DEO pulls out all the stops to bring her back. Including you. 
Pairing: Mom!Kara Danvers/Supergirl x Daughter!Reader (Reader is child of Mon-El and Kara, so Half-Kryptonian and Half-Daxamite), J’onn J’onzz x Reader (Godfather), Alex Danvers x Reader (Aunt), Lena Luthor x Reader (Mentioned)
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Gunfire, explosions, broken limbs, blood, talks about being filthy because of genetics.
Requested: yes/NO
A/N: This was written with fem!reader. Translations are either within speech directly afterwards and/or implied by another person. This is also my first ever posted fic, so please be kind and send in a request if you’d like!
Words: 1,338
The streets of National City wailed in fear as police officers and civilians scrambled to get away from the destructive Kryptonian. Her heat vision lasered through a police cruiser, causing it to explode, before three black SUVs pulled up. 
Soldiers exited from all three, firing round after round towards her chest but none of them pierced her bulletproof flesh. Another SUV pulled up and out came Director J’onn J’onzz, Deputy Director Alex Danvers and a specialised shotgun in her hand as it warmed up to fire.
However, before she could, the Kryptonian flew past and disarmed all of the agents, twirling Alex around to slam her arm into the car and break it. She slumped to the ground, laboured breathing creating mist in front of her, and an evil chuckle came from her poisoned sister.
“Classic Alex… Always on time to ruin the fun.” 
“Supergirl… I wanna help you.” Alex whimpered, still holding her arm against her chest whilst she shook in fear. 
“Supergirl! Please!” 
“Doesn’t look like help to me.” Supergirl glared at the shotgun that had skidded out of Alex’s reach.
“NO!” J’onn charged towards the Kryptonian to defend the woman he considered his daughter, but Supergirl simply batted him away and he was thrown into a metal light pole. 
“No! Please… you have to stop!” Alex begged her, but Supergirl’s cheeks glistened with red veins and her eyes turned bright yellow with heat. 
“Nothing on Earth can stop me.” She spat, a malevolent pride in her words.
“You don’t wanna kill me…” The brunette whimpered, closing her eyes as she prepared to face death.
“Nahzhgehn i shesur! (Become your inner self!)” A voice boomed in Kryptonese from behind Supergirl, the heat radiating from her eyes coming to a stop.
“That’s what you taught me, ieiu (mother). Become your inner self and you will soar amongst the people of Earth.”
She slowly turned around to face you, only to cackle with laughter. “You? You think you can stop me? You’re a pathetic little half-breed. Your kind need to be put in their place.” 
“Then do it.” You dared, confusing Supergirl. 
“If you want to conquer the earth, you have to strike me down and break me until I can’t be broken anymore. We both know that you will have to kill me to win, because you taught me to fight back, even when my body screams to give up.” 
You opened your arms in a daring but vulnerable move, exposing your chest to Supergirl and a small hint of fear hid behind your grinning eyes. 
“Y/N, don’t!” Alex called out in pain, wincing from her arm whilst Supergirl took her chance. 
She flew towards you and gripped you by the neck, but your quick movements kicked her back into an SUV, shattering the glass windows. 
“Come on! Remember me, Ieiu!” 
“I am not your mother, filthy half-breed!” She spat, her heat vision colliding with your chest and knocking you back. 
“No? Well then, how about I give you a reminder?!” You tackled Kara and shot into the air, your battle carrying to the skies. 
You didn’t want to hurt her, but by not fighting her, you were getting beaten up yourself. Heat vision eventually began to sear your skin, punches eventually causing bruises, and you crash-landed into the road below, a crater forming beneath you.
Kara landed on the edge of it, her vision tunnelling to focus on you whilst Alex shuffled to grab her gun from before. You stood slowly, right leg clearly disfigured, and you spat out a gob of blood.
“I am Y/N Zor-El, heir to the throne of Daxam and the High Council of Krypton. I am the piece to unite the destroyed cultures, and you are my mother. Which means that I have no pleasure in doing this.” 
Alex threw the gun to you and you shot Kara in the chest, the red beam diminishing the levels of Red Kryptonite in her body until there was nothing left. You stumbled as the heavy gun weighed you down, your vision blurring whilst Alex called for a sun grenade as you fell into the darkness.
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As the light of the infirmary ward began to return to Kara’s vision, she remained as still as a statue. Her memories were slowly coming back, a side effect of the Red Kryptonite she was exposed to, and her heart shattered as she saw nothing but fear.
“Did I kill anyone?” She murmured to the heartbeat by her side.
“No. No, you didn’t kill anyone.” Alex answered, noticing the defeat in her shuddering torso. 
“It was so horrible, Alex. It was so bad. It was… so horrible. Every bad thought I've ever had, it just… came to the surface.” Kara sobbed profusely as she observed Alex’s broken arm.
“I couldn't stop it. I didn't mean it… I didn't mean what I said to you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for what I said.” 
“Kara… you’re my sister. And I love you. No matter what, yeah?” Alex cooed as she brushed a tear away from Kara’s face.
“Where… Where’s Y/N?” Kara realised, struggling to sit up.
“Kara-”
“Where’s my child?” She whimpered, scrambling to her feet as she sped out of the door. 
“Where is she?! Where’s my baby?!” 
“Over here, Mom.” She heard your coughing voice echo in her eardrums and she sped to find the sound, tears already pouring down her cheeks by the time she entered the smaller infirmary room. 
“You’re…” Her hands cupped her nose and pressed against the corners of her eyes to fail at stopping more tears.
Your arm was raised in the air by a hanging contraption that held your left shoulder in place whilst your hand was bandaged thoroughly, your right eye black and bruised as your skin slowly healed over a few burns and your lower body was hidden by a warm blanket.
“I’ll be okay, Mom.” You murmured as she walked slowly towards you, her hands shaking.
Kara slumped into the chair beside your bed and her head fell into her hands, her face screwed into pain and guilt as a sob broke through her closed-up throat.
“I did this… I hurt you. I hurt my baby.” She whispered, wishing that she could take it all back but she knew in her heart that she would have felt the same guilt for not saving those students from a fire in their school.
They reminded her of you.
“Mom…” You offered your other hand and Kara took it swiftly, kissing it as she apologised countless times.
“I’ll be okay. I have you, Auntie Alex, J’onn, Lena… but there was some truth to what you said. I am a half-breed.” 
“But you are not filthy.” Kara whimpered, her bottom lip quivering as she kissed your forehead, treating you like you were made of porcelain. 
“You are beautiful, and kind, and strong, and I am so... proud to call you my daughter.” 
Tears brewed in your eyes as you listened to Kara, your mind brewing worry as she moved to stand. 
“I’ll, uh… I’ll go and get some sun lamps.” 
“You can do that later. Just… be with me, please?” You offered your hand again.
“Of course, inah (daughter).” Kara chuckled tearily as she sat back down, taking your hand softly once more and rubbing her thumb up and down the back of your palm.
It was moments like this that she saw your father in you - the kindness in your smile, the knowing look in your eyes, and the reassurance in your words that you would love her unconditionally, just as she felt for you.
“Thank you, ieiu (mother).” You whispered, shuffling over on the bed so that you could rest your throbbing head on her shoulders and fall into a peaceful sleep, not hearing your mother’s whisper. 
“I promised to protect you, and I failed. I’m so sorry, Y/N.” She kissed your resting forehead once more before crying herself to sleep, hoping that she could rebuild what that promise meant.
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uncouth-the-fifth · 3 years
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Hello!! I was wondering when you'd write a general smut HC for Jon like you did for Damian
hell yeah, it's Jon day now 😤
when asked, Jon (after a lot of blushy fumbling) will claim that he had the normal teenage sex experience. He tried to have one, anyway. The occasional s/o had brought it up with him before, and Jon, desperately clinging to his human side for any sense of normalcy in his bizarre life, prematurely agreed. He soon finds out that he's barely compatible with humans in the first place. His strength alone makes the entire situation dangerous, since the premise to sex is a loss of self-control - Jon can't even stop himself from crushing his phone when he's not paying attention. Simple math.
So, he moves on to aliens. Being Superboy gives him lots of... access... across the galaxy, so he gets away with lots of things he shouldn't. Sneaking off to makeout with a girlfriend is pretty normal for teenagers, so Jon gets some points there. But flying behind Saturn to get some action in a spaceship? Not so much.
This makes Jon sound not so innocent, but he's still the gentleman we all know and love. These alien girls he goes around kissing are remembered by name and treated kindly every time Jon sees them again - he's not the type to play and toss. All he wants to do is learn about himself and other people. His sexual curiosity is definitely tied to his sense of identity, since it takes an entire saga for Jon to figure out what satisfies Kryptonians.
The answer: very, very little.
When he's hard, he stays hard, even after he cums. Jon's endurance is literally endless as long as the sun is up or light's touched him in the last day. His heat vision acts up when he's turned on, too, something he had to learn the hard way. He's probably never had a truly good orgasm in his life... (Until you, but will get to that).
But like every hard thing about being Kryptonian, Jon twists it into something positive.
Obviously, he's huge. He's aware how uncomfortable it can be for some people to handle something that big, so he's content with oral instead. Giving, that is.
Jon's mouth never tires, so he can stay between your legs until his breath runs out - which it doesn't. He picked up a couple handy tricks in space that make him a menace in bed. If Jon touches light enough and moves fast enough, his fingers can vibrate inside of you at super-speed. As he's tenderly kissing your clit, he'll blow icy puffs of air on your pussy to make you squirm. If you're cramped for room or can't find a good position, Jon can pick you up with one hand and hold your thighs around his face comfortably in the air. And if someone happens to walk in? A little super-speed goes a long way for your privacy.
There's other things about having sex that Jon learns to enjoy, too. His superhearing catches every wisp of a moan, every hitch of breath. He likes to remind you that his sense of taste is super, too ;)
Eventually, you start to feel guilty. Jon does so much for you but you're physically unable to do the same for him. Though it takes a bit of looking, there are solutions to this problem.
Star Labs discreetly develops a bracelet/collar that cancels out yellow sun energy with red. Jon's nervous to use it, but after the hundredth time you hear the little click as it snaps onto his wrist (usually before he makes love to you like a heathen), you both think of it like you would a condom or birth control. Though this means no super-vibration or limitless endurance, Jon makes it more than worth it for you both.
He's a sweet, impatient lover. Jon needs very little foreplay to get heated up, and he does a lot of whining and begging if you prolong anything. He'll scoop you off your feet and effortlessly drop you in his lap, where he'll pepper you with dovey kisses and giggle about how eager he is to feel you squeeze around him. Jon's just sassy enough to be considered on the edge of vulgar - but if you dare to dirty talk to him in return, he'll dissolve into a crimson-faced puddle and do anything you ask.
Years of being Damian's "sidekick" has given him the smallest degradation kink. One time, you'd smacked his ass with a kitchen towel and teased him for being a bad boy- only to end up bent over a counter and pounded into until your thighs were purple.
(And the spanking... the harder, the better. Pain is out of the equation for Jon, so all that's left is the nature of the act, of being punished and submitting to it. He's always forced to be the one in control. It's nice to relax and take orders for once. When he's not wearing that bracelet, the best way to turn him on is by clawing your nails up his back, over his neck, and into his hair. None of it hurts, but the sensation never fails to make Jon go berserk).
In bed, Jon's a very flexible switch. His default is bottom, since his powers always put him in charge in every other situation. After a harsh day as Superman, there's nothing he wants more than to go home and not be in charge for once, especially if it's him submitting to some filthy snuggling. Though he's always in a rush to get to the dirtiest part of things, Jon never fails to chase the bone you hang over his head. One x-ray vision glimpse of your lack of underwear makes him forget how to walk. The look you give him as you get out his bondage ropes - starved. A lot of it is about letting go and losing control for him, but just as much relies on getting some good ole fashioned attention. Jon loves to be treated like a puppy. Kiss him, coo at him, pet him, and he'll be yours.
His favorite positions are, without fail, the ones where he can hold you up. Jon's bumped your head against the ceiling plenty of times in the process, but he prefers to eat you out with your legs wrapped around his head, your whole body held up by two hands. He can maneuver you however he needs to in order to fuck you best with his mouth, and often it ends with your hands in his hair, pretzeled around his head and wailing while he devours you. Or, with your legs around his waist instead. It's a position that gives his strength the advantage, where he can easily kiss you and glide his cock into your core in the same motion.
Jon loves to take his time when you get to sex, but with his schedule and the constant calls for help, he will never mind a quickie. As long as you find an appropriate spot (aka: kitchen counters, behind the clouds in the sky, in the shower, against the front door before work, etc), Jon will satisfy you just as easily as he would with more time.
Along the way, Jon discovers that sex is his best outlet for liking his powers. After his first time, his confidence is permanently boosted. Behind those baby blues adored by the public, a dirty secret lurks: Jon knows precisely how to make you scream his name, and it has everything to do with why they call him the Man of Steel.
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daemoninwhiteround2 · 3 years
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I saw your tag about a "foursome from way back when" and I'm 👀👀👀
"They're drugged," Tim pants, reminding himself even as he can't keep himself from grinding up against the glass wall. It's cool and hard and what he wouldn't give to be able to get his hands on warm, living skin and-
Jason and Kon continue to ignore him. They are drugged, after all.
Bruce was off in space so Tim had invited Kon over, unable to continue to resist the urge to show off his den to the omega he's courting. Kon had... Maybe there were some wires crossed, some miscommunication somewhere along the line, because Kon had come dressed in work clothes and asked who they were staking out and well. Tim hadn't been able to just say, no, I invited you here to see my den, look at how well I'd be able to provide for you. So he'd privately thanked every god that he stalked kept up to date on all his family's cases and frantically texted Dick that he and Kon were coming to assist with his stake out.
It had actually been going pretty well. Jason had shown up and that had allowed Tim to make some leading comments - he knows that, like him, when people see Nightwing and Red Hood together, they assume the wrong dynamics. But Dick is good for Jason, and Tim could be good for Kon, he could, if he could just find the words to-
And then Kon had whispered that he saw weapons in the warehouse. Serious weapons. The type that the Bats really can't afford to let out into the streets. The warehouse had appeared deserted and so they'd all dropped down and that's when they'd triggered the trap.
Bullets had started flying at them from every direction - Tim had heard the distinctive sound of Jason's hood cracking - and they'd been driven apart and then-
A glass box had unfolded from the ground, a wall slides up the middle, divided them into Jason and Kon on one side and Tim and Dick on the other. Tim darted over and slammed his staff into the wall that seperated them. There's a dull clang and nothing. Not even the thinest of spiderweb cracks.
The bullets stopped and a bunch of people had melted out of the shadows, one applauding sarcastically before giving the usual supervillain spiel. Blah blah you Bats have interfered in my business for the last time blah blah blah I'm so evil and uncaring about other people so long as I get money and or power blah blah blah you'll rip each other to shreds.
That last one had been a new one and Tim had actually started paying attention.
Kon was hovering inches above the ground in the way he only did when he was anxious. Jason had ditched the hood, but he'd been wearing a domino underneath, luckily. He only had a couple of scratches on his cheek, he didn't have those before the fight so Tim guesses they must've been where the bullet impacted and cracked the hood.
And then there'd been a hissing sound and Kon and Jason's container had started visibly filling with gas.
The villain laughed. "Funny thing about rutting alphas," they said, auidbly gleeful. "They'll test down anything between them and a heating omega."
And that's when Tim had realised that there's must be some sort of cracks because he can see the gas seeping into their side and
And
And everyone always thinks that Jason and Kon are alphas but they're not.
They're omegas.
And omegas don't see other omegas as competition during a heat. They won't tear each other apart. They'll comfort each other.
Tim's smelt Kon's heat before. But never like this, never so immediate, never when Kon's in the middle of a full in breeding heat and Tim's rapidly descending into the matching rut. He smells amazing, like every good thing in the world but there's also something sharp, something, hah, alien.
Tim wants to fuck him so bad. Wants to fuck them both. Wants to see them whimper and whine and get fat with his pups.
Kon touches Jason first. Tim's faintly aware of cheers, the villain and goons must think they're about to get front row tickets to Red Hood vs a Kryptonian but
But Kon kisses him. Filthy. Open mouthed. Groans into it when Jason grabs hold of his ass and hauls him close and presses one thick thigh between Kon's.
Tim grinds up against the glass again and whines. He doesn't care if they're drugged, that's two of the hottest omegas he's ever seen in real life and they're making out.
Just like in his dreams.
Tim needs to be with them.
And then a big, hit hand grabs the nap of his neck and throws him across the cell. Tim slams into the opposite wall and slides down it.
Rutting alphas will tear each other apart to get to a heating omega.
And Dick and Tim are both alphas.
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Teaser for “Where the Wild Things Are” - Part 1
More of this ongoing horny lunacy here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/46926720 ABO and soul-mark world where alphas significantly stronger than others and less well-behaved than in most stories, but no longer dominant. Seen as subhuman by many and legally discriminated against, they're either under house arrest if beta or omega mates will vouch for them or kept in prison-like fertility clinic holding cells...if they're lucky. ----- Much as thirteen-year-old girls might think otherwise, soul-mate marks are not romantic. Some people don't have to screw around with them at all, which is unfair. Half of the textual ones are filthy and ones like Lena's are heart-wrenching. It's not words, it's a shape. A face, burned into her skin as delicately as one of the Great Masters wielded a single-hair brush. One in a hundred thousand women has this problem, seeing a face but not a written mark. Those usually have a name, or a nickname, or some clue. Handsome. Female. Wild. A long neck corded with tendons. A slanted, toothy grin that pops the bottle cap off her fight-or-flight but doesn't spill it. It's a good scared, the idea of being fucked by her. Her soulmates' face makes it clear she's a fucking alpha and the first time she realizes this, when it really hits her, Lena sprints to the shabby bathroom and empties herself. How a boarding school this expensive has such shitty bathrooms, they've never determined. ----- She hears the thump of Andi's frame and then the slide as she sinks against the door on her side. Long fingers sneak under the gap and wiggle, demanding Lena's own. "You get a mark, Lena?" "Yeah." "Me too. A face." fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck "Uh, ah, a woman's face?" "Yeah. Absolute brick. Alpha, I think." ----- Alex slumps against her front door and groans. She can smell it—taste it—and Maggie's scent kicks her brain into memories of the taste of some Frankensteined vegan version of a mole poblano she had to learn from her grandmother because of her parent's efforts to dispose of everything Mexican in their heritage. Alex would have sworn the tofu clucked, Maggie had done such an amazing job. Her alpha needs her and hate groups and common knowledge be damned, that matters and that's compatible with Alex being a badass with a cool career. She can want that and want to be ground slowly into the blankets as Maggie rocks her knot in with all slowness her hormones allow and spills with a sigh. So much of it that Alex feels the sheer warmth spread through her guts for a half-hour. She can be her own woman and want to wrap her lips around the head just to hear the little squeaks 'babe' and 'good girl' and how 'Alex' is breathed out in sighing lungfuls that take forever when she picks up her pace and all Maggie has are moans. She's not able to. She's too fucked up with stress right now.Her wedding band feels more like barbed wire than a reminder of Maggie and Kelly's love. She wishes she could have came up with better wedding vows. Hell, she wishes she could have had an outdoor wedding rather than videoconferencing or her mom could have met her bride without scent-blocker vents and armed guards.
Maggie’s first rut was late—she’d assumed she was just a snarky beta—and three years into her and Alex’s relationship. At the time, they were team-flirting with their roommate, mostly to make the graceful, skittish omega duck her pretty little head and blush harder than anyone with a degree in sexual psychology should be able to blush.
In retrospect, that little game may explain a lot about Kelly’s sudden fondness for hot yoga in the living room. ----- Maggie has been so good and so patient on how her status upended her life entirely and now Alex’s hands are shaking on the knob and as much as she wants to waltz in there and drape her arms around her fun-size wildling’s neck, edging her until Kelly can come help after work, she is too fucking scared.
Not scared of Maggie. Never of Maggie. That’s what she promised right before ‘I do’.
Dropping Luthor that hint? That’s a dangerous gamble, and she knows it.
But only one prisoner they ever took made Alex feel so fucking sorry for her.
DEO Casefile #87153. Asset Kilo-Romeo-Yankee-Foxtrot-One. KRYptonian, Female Number One.
The only surviving female of her race, from what they can tell.
But unlike the world’s most iconic beta, she’s an alpha and subject to all the wickedness of that. Taken with minimal injuries and somehow, no fatalities. They brough her to Alex for analysis a few weeks after Alex and Kelly settled into the new normal, so maybe her opinion of muscular female alphas was a bit elevated… ----- CADMUS, probably. But maybe, juuuuust maybe, a trafficking ring.
Fucked up as it is, that’s the hope. That someone nasty took her and for use, not for dissection.
So if a one-percenter omega is blue-clitting it while she tears the planet apart looking and that lines up with Alex’s desire to make good on her I won’t let them hurt you promise spoken on her side of the glass to those wolf-like eyes that are so predatory but also so badly want to be tamed and rubbed on the belly?
She’s not going to kink-shame. Not one bit.
Glass houses and all. ----- This, though, this isn’t so bad. She’s not rutting, but if one zhriymin in the prison gets it, they all do. So they sent a zhraomin to her—her favorite one, with the tiny brown-pink spots on her skin and the pale blue eyes and red hair—and the zhraomin brought food!
She’s saying something in whatever language she speaks. Doing that thing they do where they pull their lips back when they’re happy.
She ignores Kara’s best, nastiest, scariest growl and makes that sound when they don’t believe something is real and it amuses them. Shakes her head. Her long legs slide over Kara’s and she slowly drags the sheet down while holding one of the...the…soft spicy things that come in the boxes! up to her lips.
Kara clamps both her hands on the female’s hips so she will stay and feed her.
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Hi, I hope this isn’t like annoying or anything but just wondering if you think you may finish the Lena and rhea story. I know it’s been like 2 years but it was one of my favs and I always hoped to see more. But I totally get if not, it’s been a while and what not. Anyways just figured I’d ask :) have a great day!!
not gonna lie, every time someone said they love my Rhea/Lena story it always makes me giddy because I literally wrote those filthy sin (affectionately) just for me and Vallern and never thought someone else is gonna be there in the dumpster with us lol (I mean I literally wrote one crack/humor (?) fic of them in my language)
Unfortunately, no. I wanna say i got writer block and how I will try to fight it and find some time to write again but really it's hard for me to keep writing while being jobless and not able to use my skill to earn some money, and it suck ass cause I already wrote the ending like years ago, just need to get there because I just realized the plot does not make any sense.
anyway, for you anon, I'll show you the snippet of said ending
Rhea just sipped her drink from the far corner of the room, looking after the young Luthor talking to some men, looking beautiful as always and clearly she didn't listen to anything the man said because she flash that "corporate" smile, in order to look polite enough so that people will not notice that she didn't hear anything they just say. When Rhea’s eyes caught Kara’s from across the room, the older alien simply raised her wine glass while Kara growled.
Of fucking course her son was busy with another woman. When will that Kryptonian understand that her son was just using her?
Few times Lena would look over to the shadow to find Rhea, and she sighed in relief when Rhea emerged from the shadow only to return into it again. It was like their little game.
After the party was officially over, Lena stayed behind, not really watching the crew cleaning up, just staring into the distance. When Lena looked over from her shoulder, Rhea knew it was a code for her to come out.
And she did.
“Well, that was a fun party,” Lena said as an opening. She smiled softly as she saw Rhea underneath the lighting of the ballroom. The alien was wearing the black tuxedo that Lena ordered for her. “You look beautiful.”
“I believe that term is more fitting for you,” Rhea pushed Lena’s hair from her forehead.
Lena blushed and looked down to inspected her own outfit. It was nothing special or glamour, and yeah okay it kind off showed off her boobs a little. ”Thank you.”
“Um, Miss Luthor,” one of the cleaning crew squeaked from behind Rhea. When she got the attention from the two women, she said. “We already finish cleaning the place and…”
“Thank you, you can go home.”
She looked at Rhea and then Lena. “Okay, thank you Miss Luthor. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas too you as well.”
When the crew finally out of the room, Lena cleared her throat. “Do you know how to dance?”
Rhea raised her eyebrow, tried to hide her jealously as she thought how Kara and those slimy men can dance with Lena in front of other people, out in public’s eyes. “Did you just ask a queen whether she know how to dance or not?”
Lena rolled her eyes. “I was afraid the moves maybe different from the human version of dancing.”
The alien stretched out her right hand. “Let me show you my dance moves."
Lena smiled and she took Rhea’s hand. She held her breath as Rhea touched her hips and automatically Lena put her hand on Rhea’s shoulder. They looked at each other when their grasped each other’s hand.
They both swayed slowly, as if there was music within this empty ballroom.
Lena shuddered as she felt Rhea’s hot breath next to her ear; she remembered all those time when she would bury her face in the crook of Rhea’s shoulder to muffle her moan.
“What are we doing?” The young Luthor asked softly, eyes fluttering with the barest touch from Rhea’s hands.
“I believe this is what you human called dancing.”
“No, I mean,” Lena put her right hand on Rhea’s chest to put a distant between them. “With our relationship. What are we doing? What are we?”
"Whatever you want us to be,” she said without missing a beat.
“I don’t know what I want from us.”
The alien smiled, already knew what would be the answer even before Lena said the word. She kissed Lena’s palm tenderly and put Lena’s hand down from her cheek. “Good night, Lena.”
Just before the alien open the door, Lena screamed.
“Wait!”
Rhea turned around and waited patiently for Lena to catch up with her. Until the young Luthor stood in front of her again, Lena said.
“Tonight.”
Rhea’s forehead crinkled.
“Just for tonight,” Lena gulped as she took one step closer to Rhea. “Let’s pretend that I know what I want.”
“And what is it that you want?”
“For you to take me home,” Lena whispered softly before she kissed Rhea.
“Call your driver and tell him to go home,” Rhea said after she released the kiss.
Lena blushed and she cleared her throat. “I already did.”
“Very well,” she pulled Lena by her waist gently. Both of them gasped when their body collides. “Hold on tight and don’t touch my crotch,” Lena blushed again. “At least not until we’re arrive at your place.”
Lena rolled her eyes and kissed Rhea again. “Take me home now.”
Even after they landed on the balcony for almost five minutes, they still stood there. Or more likely Lena was still being carry by Rhea, and they both busy kissing each other on every skin they could reach, leaving a trail of red lipstick and pink spots along the way.
No matter how tempting it was to have sex right there and then, the night was cold and Lena really wanted to out from her dress, and also to get Rhea out of her tuxedo.
Before she could say anything, suddenly she saw snowflakes on Rhea’s nose and that made the young Luthor looked into the night sky and said in awe. “The first snow,” Lena pulled herself down from Rhea’s strong arms and stood in front the alien.
“I will never understand human obsession with snow.”
Lena finally looked at Rhea and frowned. “You didn’t have snow back home?”
Rhea sighed, the topic about her home planet was hard and she would rather not remember how her once flourish world started to rot because of Krypton. “No.”
Sensing that Rhea doesn’t want to talk about it anymore, Lena just nodded her head. She watched how Rhea open up her palm and let the snow fallen into her palm, and the way Rhea was looking at it with soft eyes.
She was supposed to hate this alien, this bastard of a villain that used her to gain power. That used Lena’s vulnerabilities against her.
And yet…
Rhea blinked when she saw Lena’s hand was already at the top of her own. With a forehead crinkled, she glanced at Lena only to find the young Luthor was already looking at her with so much kindness and that one feeling that Rhea wished that was never true.
Because how could Lena fall in love with her after everything she has done to the young Luthor?
And yet…
Lena rose into her tiptoes to kiss Rhea’s nose and then smiled softly before she finally captured Rhea’s lips tenderly.
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