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Andrea grins and shakes her head as she reaches the end of the dirt track and catches sight of the twinkling Christmas lights that still decorate the front of the old farm house. She and Lena have been desperate to remove them for months, but Kara had begged them to leave them hanging for just a little while longer with puppy dog eyes that prove impossible to say no to.
Andrea had grumbled about it at the time, but honestly, she’s starting to find it endearing. Especially on the evenings, like now, when it’s already dark by the time she arrives home from work.
She eases her car to a stop in front of the house, breathing in the fresh country air as she jumps out of the vehicle and pushes the door closed. Andrea locks the car, but it’s more out of habit than necessity. Their nearest neighbor is several miles away and none of them have noticed a single soul near their house or driveway in months.
The front door of the house, however, is locked, which can only mean one thing.
Andrea smirks as she slips inside, locking the door again behind her and toe-ing off her stilettos so they won’t give her away as she sneaks across the hallway and heads towards the stairs.
The familiar staccato of flesh striking flesh floats down from the bedroom, causing Andrea to frown as she wonders what possibly could have happened for someone to have earned a punishment. With furrowed brows, she makes her way up the stairs, thankful for the plush carpet that disguises her presence in the house from her unwitting partners.
Stopping in the doorway of the master bedroom, Andrea’s frown instantly disappears.
Her gaze rakes across Lena’s nude body, her pulse quickening as she watches an equally nude Kara bring her hand down onto the pink bottom of the troublemaker draped across her lap. They’ve clearly been at this for a while now and Lena’s damn near animalistic, guttural moans tell Andrea that she’s close.
Well, Andrea thinks, that’s certainly one way to spend a Friday evening.
Read part 1 of Pretty Green Eyes early on Patreon.
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Andrea grins and shakes her head as she reaches the end of the dirt track and catches sight of the twinkling Christmas lights that still decorate the front of the old farm house. She and Lena have been desperate to remove them for months, but Kara had begged them to leave them hanging for just a little while longer with puppy dog eyes that prove impossible to say no to.
Andrea had grumbled about it at the time, but honestly, she’s starting to find it endearing. Especially on the evenings, like now, when it’s already dark by the time she arrives home from work.
She eases her car to a stop in front of the house, breathing in the fresh country air as she jumps out of the vehicle and pushes the door closed. Andrea locks the car, but it’s more out of habit than necessity. Their nearest neighbor is several miles away and none of them have noticed a single soul near their house or driveway in months.
The front door of the house, however, is locked, which can only mean one thing.
Andrea smirks as she slips inside, locking the door again behind her and toe-ing off her stilettos so they won’t give her away as she sneaks across the hallway and heads towards the stairs.
The familiar staccato of flesh striking flesh floats down from the bedroom, causing Andrea to frown as she wonders what possibly could have happened for someone to have earned a punishment. With furrowed brows, she makes her way up the stairs, thankful for the plush carpet that disguises her presence in the house from her unwitting partners.
Stopping in the doorway of the master bedroom, Andrea’s frown instantly disappears.
Her gaze rakes across Lena’s nude body, her pulse quickening as she watches an equally nude Kara bring her hand down onto the pink bottom of the troublemaker draped across her lap. They’ve clearly been at this for a while now and Lena’s damn near animalistic, guttural moans tell Andrea that she’s close.
Well, Andrea thinks, that’s certainly one way to spend a Friday evening.
Read part 1 of Pretty Green Eyes early on Patreon.
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Convenience - 20.
“Are you going to obey me from now on?”
Kara almost laughs when her Mistress’ stern tone cuts through the brief, deafening silence, unaware to see the flogger, but smart enough by now to know that it still dangles from a pale fist.
Obedience hasn’t really been her thing recently.
Nor does her Mistress seem to want it to be, either. Their games have been escalating, the rules bent—although never truly broken—in order to entice an itching palm to dole out its favorite punishment.
Maybe it’s because it leaves room for brewing feelings to be cast aside and ignored, for the elephant in the room to continue dancing for their attention whilst their gaze remains averted.
“Are you even listening to me, girl?”
Another burning line is laid across her bottom, but it’s not enough to startle Kara from her thoughts.
Through the fog of pain and ecstasy, she briefly wonders what a random passerby would think of the screams and cries that easily fall from her parted lips. Would they recognize it for what it is, their own dark secrets giving them a forbidden insight into her temporary life with Lena, or would they merely think that she is a young woman who has been placed in grave danger?
How would they explain this if the police were called? If they were to burst in here, guns drawn, and find her strapped across the bench, her skin beaten raw and the area between her thighs exposed and glistening with excitement and badly concealed need?
It’s a pointless thought, of course, because nobody outside the four walls of the basement can hear a single thing—her Mistress had made sure of that. The heavy deadbolt, too, will ensure that they are aware of any forthcoming interruptions and have a chance to hastily redress.
Perhaps her Mistress could simply claim that they had merely stumbled across this playroom; that it came with the house and no-one had been curious enough to investigate.
The mental image would make her smile if it were not for the irate Mistress standing behind her.
“I don’t know where you are, girl,” Lena states, her voice low and dangerous, “but I am not at all convinced that you are here with me.” The flogger thumps lightly against the floor, “which means we cannot continue with this right now.”
Chapters 17, 18, 19 & 20 of Convenience are now available to read early on Patreon.
Earlier chapters are already available on AO3.
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Twice Bitten
Superrojascorp alpha/omega, anyone?
Lena’s cheeks puff out as she holds her breath, emerald eyes, darkened with lust, darting between the two alphas as they close in on her again. She halfheartedly strains against the soft silk that binds her wrists, too desperate—too wet—to even play along anymore.
She wants this, she wants them.
The insistent throbbing between her legs becomes damn near impossible to bear, her thighs desperately rubbing together without Lena even realizing it.
“Awww, look,” a saccharine sweet voice coos, “she’s trying to get started without us.”
Kara is on top of Lena before she can even blink, her mouth hot and desperate against hers—possessive in the way that Lena adores. Lena whimpers as Kara’s knee firmly slots between her trembling thighs, pressing deliciously against her dribbling cunt as Kara urges Lena’s legs further apart.
She’s vaguely aware of Andrea tugging experimentally at the restraints, ensuring the omega is still completely at their mercy, but coherency abandons Lena as soon as Kara’s fingers drift through coarse curls that are damp with her slick.
Lena gasps as Kara parts her soft folds, fingertips ghosting across her throbbing clit.
The alpha’s grin is smug, laced with a confidence that she never seems to have outside of the bedroom unless there is a crimson cape draped around her shoulders, and Lena can feel her impressive bulge against her thigh—can feel the damp spot that Kara has left behind on her briefs.
She teases Lena, drives her crazy and seems to lap up every cry and whimper.
Her touches are too light to offer any kind of relief and Lena is instantly overwhelmed when Andrea swoops down on her, too.
Hungry like the wolf buried just beneath the surface.
Read parts 1 to 4 of Twice Bitten early on Patreon.
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Fanfiction writers only want one* thing and it’s disgusting
*Comments where you explain in excruciating detail how each line made you feel
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Convenience - 20.
“Are you going to obey me from now on?”
Kara almost laughs when her Mistress’ stern tone cuts through the brief, deafening silence, unaware to see the flogger, but smart enough by now to know that it still dangles from a pale fist.
Obedience hasn’t really been her thing recently.
Nor does her Mistress seem to want it to be, either. Their games have been escalating, the rules bent—although never truly broken—in order to entice an itching palm to dole out its favorite punishment.
Maybe it’s because it leaves room for brewing feelings to be cast aside and ignored, for the elephant in the room to continue dancing for their attention whilst their gaze remains averted.
“Are you even listening to me, girl?”
Another burning line is laid across her bottom, but it’s not enough to startle Kara from her thoughts.
Through the fog of pain and ecstasy, she briefly wonders what a random passerby would think of the screams and cries that easily fall from her parted lips. Would they recognize it for what it is, their own dark secrets giving them a forbidden insight into her temporary life with Lena, or would they merely think that she is a young woman who has been placed in grave danger?
How would they explain this if the police were called? If they were to burst in here, guns drawn, and find her strapped across the bench, her skin beaten raw and the area between her thighs exposed and glistening with excitement and badly concealed need?
It’s a pointless thought, of course, because nobody outside the four walls of the basement can hear a single thing—her Mistress had made sure of that. The heavy deadbolt, too, will ensure that they are aware of any forthcoming interruptions and have a chance to hastily redress.
Perhaps her Mistress could simply claim that they had merely stumbled across this playroom; that it came with the house and no-one had been curious enough to investigate.
The mental image would make her smile if it were not for the irate Mistress standing behind her.
“I don’t know where you are, girl,” Lena states, her voice low and dangerous, “but I am not at all convinced that you are here with me.” The flogger thumps lightly against the floor, “which means we cannot continue with this right now.”
Chapters 17, 18, 19 & 20 of Convenience are now available to read early on Patreon.
Earlier chapters are already available on AO3.
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Twice Bitten
Superrojascorp alpha/omega, anyone?
Lena’s cheeks puff out as she holds her breath, emerald eyes, darkened with lust, darting between the two alphas as they close in on her again. She halfheartedly strains against the soft silk that binds her wrists, too desperate—too wet—to even play along anymore.
She wants this, she wants them.
The insistent throbbing between her legs becomes damn near impossible to bear, her thighs desperately rubbing together without Lena even realizing it.
“Awww, look,” a saccharine sweet voice coos, “she’s trying to get started without us.”
Kara is on top of Lena before she can even blink, her mouth hot and desperate against hers—possessive in the way that Lena adores. Lena whimpers as Kara’s knee firmly slots between her trembling thighs, pressing deliciously against her dribbling cunt as Kara urges Lena’s legs further apart.
She’s vaguely aware of Andrea tugging experimentally at the restraints, ensuring the omega is still completely at their mercy, but coherency abandons Lena as soon as Kara’s fingers drift through coarse curls that are damp with her slick.
Lena gasps as Kara parts her soft folds, fingertips ghosting across her throbbing clit.
The alpha’s grin is smug, laced with a confidence that she never seems to have outside of the bedroom unless there is a crimson cape draped around her shoulders, and Lena can feel her impressive bulge against her thigh—can feel the damp spot that Kara has left behind on her briefs.
She teases Lena, drives her crazy and seems to lap up every cry and whimper.
Her touches are too light to offer any kind of relief and Lena is instantly overwhelmed when Andrea swoops down on her, too.
Hungry like the wolf buried just beneath the surface.
Read parts 1 to 4 of Twice Bitten early on Patreon.
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Required Healing - 1.
Sequel to Required Love.
Andrea frowns at the overflowing packing cubes, her nose wrinkling as she attempts to squeeze them all into her case like a convoluted game of tetris that she isn’t destined to win in the near future. A glance upwards confirms that the troublemaker in the corner of their bedroom is still facing the joined walls, and a glance backwards catches out the blonde who had been discreetly watching her from the doorway.
“And here I thought golden retrievers were all bouncy and loud whenever they came home,” Andrea murmurs with a wry smile. “How long have you been standing there?”
“I was just admiring the view,” Kara shrugs, sloping forward whilst wearing that endearingly crooked grin.
Andrea opens her arms to accept a hug and a tender kiss.
“How long does she have left?” Kara asks, jerking her head towards the corner.
“Just a few more minutes, and then she’s all yours,” Andrea states. “It’s just a little reminder of our rules, nothing is wrong,” she adds with a reassuring smile. “How did everything go today? Alex didn’t give you too much of a hard time, did she?”
“She, uh,” Kara’s blows out a soft sigh from puffed out cheeks, “she wasn’t as pissed as I thought she’d be. Pretty understanding, actually.” Kara winks at her and kisses Andrea’s cheek, “everything else is entitled to vacation days so it’s only fair that I get the same deal. Alex was more concerned than mad, it’s not like it’s easy to find cover for Supergirl, huh?”
“Not someone who is as self righteous, that’s for sure,” a sullen voice pipes up from the corner.
“Ooft, someone is grouchy this evening,” Kara blows out a low whistle.
“Grouchy and skating on very thin ice,” Andrea sighs heavily. She glances towards Lena, “you’re in the corner to think, little girl, not to make sarcastic commentary, but if you wanna sit on the jet for several hours with a sore behind, then please, go right ahead.”
“I still don’t see why Kara just can’t fly us there.”
“We can discuss it again once you’re out of the corner,” she states firmly, “but, right now, I need you to do as I ask so we can both take a breather. I think we both know that you need a few moments to calm yourself,” Andrea adds, gesturing for Kara to follow her towards the bathroom.
“Difficult evening, huh?”
Andrea shrugs as she gathers the toiletries that she is yet to pack, glancing over her shoulder with a gentle smile as Kara perches on the edge of the tub.
“She’s just a little unsettled, nothing to worry about.”
Read chapter 1 of the Required Love sequel early on Patreon.
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I don't know how to create a username on here. I'm new to tumblr. I apologize for bothering you. I was only trying to know what I did.
I genuinely cannot answer your question without knowing who you are on AO3.
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Hello, I'm a big fan of your stories on archive of our own but I don't know why I was blocked
No idea who are you so I can't answer that. In general tho, you're supposed to leave people alone once they've blocked you...
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Convenience - 20.
“Are you going to obey me from now on?”
Kara almost laughs when her Mistress’ stern tone cuts through the brief, deafening silence, unaware to see the flogger, but smart enough by now to know that it still dangles from a pale fist.
Obedience hasn’t really been her thing recently.
Nor does her Mistress seem to want it to be, either. Their games have been escalating, the rules bent—although never truly broken—in order to entice an itching palm to dole out its favorite punishment.
Maybe it’s because it leaves room for brewing feelings to be cast aside and ignored, for the elephant in the room to continue dancing for their attention whilst their gaze remains averted.
“Are you even listening to me, girl?”
Another burning line is laid across her bottom, but it’s not enough to startle Kara from her thoughts.
Through the fog of pain and ecstasy, she briefly wonders what a random passerby would think of the screams and cries that easily fall from her parted lips. Would they recognize it for what it is, their own dark secrets giving them a forbidden insight into her temporary life with Lena, or would they merely think that she is a young woman who has been placed in grave danger?
How would they explain this if the police were called? If they were to burst in here, guns drawn, and find her strapped across the bench, her skin beaten raw and the area between her thighs exposed and glistening with excitement and badly concealed need?
It’s a pointless thought, of course, because nobody outside the four walls of the basement can hear a single thing—her Mistress had made sure of that. The heavy deadbolt, too, will ensure that they are aware of any forthcoming interruptions and have a chance to hastily redress.
Perhaps her Mistress could simply claim that they had merely stumbled across this playroom; that it came with the house and no-one had been curious enough to investigate.
The mental image would make her smile if it were not for the irate Mistress standing behind her.
“I don’t know where you are, girl,” Lena states, her voice low and dangerous, “but I am not at all convinced that you are here with me.” The flogger thumps lightly against the floor, “which means we cannot continue with this right now.”
Chapters 17, 18, 19 & 20 of Convenience are now available to read early on Patreon.
Earlier chapters are already available on AO3.
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