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superspoonie24 · 1 year
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The super friends come to Nia about their gender identity!!
Brainy: he comes to Nia pretty early on. Like once they're friends and either when they start dating or before they start dating. He talks about how his culture didnt really have gender. Just.... Conquest. So when he joined the legion and stuff and they used he, he just went along. But he doesn't really know what it means. And well. He kinda wants to try she. And they. And Xe. Xe is very nice Xe thinks. And Nia is so supportive and helps xem research different identities to try and understand the language more. Xe appreciates the research. Agender sticks out to xem a lot. It just. No gender. Yeah. That fits. So Nia uses Xe/Xem for Brainy and also they make pronoun bracelets together! So if brainy wants to use a different pronoun that day, Nia will know!
Kara: it isn't until she's been friends with Nia for years, hell probably a decade that she talks to Nia about this. Nia helped her with her sexuality crisis a while ago. And now that her and Lena are engaged, Kara is really freaking out over if she identifies with the term "wife". She tells Nia that when Cat first named her Suoergirl, she had outrage over being "girl" when Kal-el was Superman. She accepted Cat's explanation. But it still felt... Wrong. Girl of Steel. Maiden of Might. It just didnt feel.... Right. She thinks back to krypton. About how she had conflicting thoughts even back then. But when she arrived on earth, her whole mission was to blend in. So being queer... Let alone gender nonconforming, was out of the question. So now that she is finally free to be herself. She can't help but dislike being girl. It's not that she doesn't feel girl. It's more like. She's more than that. There's girl and boy and everything in between. She's kara zor-el. Girl doesn't encompass all of that. Nia talks about being nonbinary and gender fluid. Kara likes those, but they don't feel quite right. Then Nia says genderqueer and a comforting warmth explodes in Kara's heart. They talk a bit more about pronouns, and Kara leans more towards they/them. But they do like he/him and occasionally she/her? Cause it's a part of them. Just not all of them. Brainy joins them in helping make pronoun bracelets, happy to share Xer experience with 'gender' and how similar Xe feel. Kara is very happy to have bracelets and to finally get it off their chest. They brainstorm possible new hero names and costumes. Kara isn't sure if they'll go through with a change, but it is really fun to think of new ideas. Maybe they'll give Winn a buzz. Or ask Cat for name suggestions.
Alex: she calls Nia while drunk one night having a breakdown over wanting to be esme's dad. But also being a mom. And it's so confusing because she always wanted to be a mom. So why does she now want to be a dad? Why is now when she likes the idea of growing facial hair. She's already been dressing masculine. But lesbians can be masc. But how can she be a lesbian if she wants to be called sir and he him and Dada. Isn't that a bad lesbian??? Nia comforts her over the phone, and is very tempted to come over to the house and hug her. She explains he/him lesbians exists and are so very valid. And that it's okay to want this. That she's not bad. She asks about if transmasc fits what Alex is thinking, and after a solid fifteen minutes of broken sobs, Alex quietly says "maybe????". Nia reassures them and tells them it's okay. She keeps the conversation light for now, but promises that they can talk about it again when Alex is sober. And they do. And Alex doesn't commit to an identity at first, but does admit that they want to use he/they. Nia congratulates him and Alex is very happy. And then a minute later has a breakdown over if Kelly will still want them. Cause she's a lesbian and don't lesbians not like men? That way at least. Nia reassures him and encourages them to talk to Kelly. Alex has a lot of panic. So they compromise and Nia sits with them while they talk to Kelly over the phone. Kelly is ecstatic to hear Alex' truth and reassures them a thousand times over that she still loves him and no gender identity will ever change that. Hell. She falls in love a little bit more seeing Alex embrace their full self. And seeing them with stubble and hearing esme call him "Dada" warms her heart (and maybe something else too). She loves her spouse and supports him 1000%.
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kendrene · 2 years
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“I don’t know.” Lena pushes the folder away, and leans back into her chair with a tired sigh. “We need a name that stands out. Something catchy. Something that won’t make the specialized media assume this is a gimmick.”
“Lena, it’s a dick.” Sam says from across the table.”A realistic one I’ll grant you, but still.”
“It’s not just a dick, Sam.” Lena grabs the first thing she can lay hands on — which happens to be one of the hundreds of models already produced — and waves it in the air to get her point across. “It’s a prosthetic. It’s a chance for some to feel comfortable in their bodies without having to resort to invasive expensive surgery. It’s—”
“A dick.” Sam grins. “And you’re waving it around, for the record.”
“It’s hope, Sam! And— oh.”
They’re staring at her, and finally realizing what she’s holding, Lena sets the, ahem, penis down.
“I never thought I’d have to say this, Ms. Luthor, but maybe during the meeting with the press you should try and, uh, keep it in your pants.” It’s a hallmark of Jess’ professionalism that she delivers her line with an absolutely neutral face.
Sam, on the other hand, completely loses it.
“Okay, alright, we get it.” Lena sighs. It’s obvious Sam’s not going to stop laughing on her own. “That was very funny. We’re no closer to finding a name for the product, though, and I want to remind you we’re three weeks shy of the unveiling and launch.”
“Which may seem like a long time, and really isn’t?” Jess offers.
“Exactly.”
Reaching for the carafe in the middle of the table, Sam pours herself a glass of water and takes a couple sips. They’ve been tossing ideas around for hours, and Lena’s starting to feel that all they’ve done is go around in circles. The dull throb at her temples tells her that unless they wrap the meeting up soon, she’ll spend the remainder of her afternoon nursing a headache.
“I say, grab the bull by the horns.” Sam says, as Lena leaves the table momentarily to crack open a window. “This is going to make waves you can’t control. So, ride them.”
“We’re not calling it the Sperminator, Sam.”
“Well,” Even though Lena’s eyes are focused past the window, taking in the city, chrome and glass slow-baked to a dazzling golden radiance by the afternoon sun, she has no problem picturing the wide grin Sam is wearing. It’s the same she’d flash her in college as she geared up to pull some bullshit. “There’s always the other option.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Oh, come on! The wordplay is right there!”
“No, Sam.”
Behind her, Jess clears her throat.
“Miss Arias may have a point.” She starts, apologetic. “Someone will come up with it anyway. It's best if—”
Lena whips around, glaring at each of them in turn.
“We are not—” She pulls in a breath, headache grown to a swarm of flies buzzing inside her skull. “—calling it the L-Cock.”
Eyes on Me - the long awaited sequel is now on Patreon. More non-binary kara feels and a very pressed Lillian on the horizon... Read it here.
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zrllosyn-art · 8 months
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This team is three guys and Kara.
She has no shame, which causes issues sometimes.
As before, leo, eli nd "beegachow" is @13thdoodle 's ocs
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thestarpletsystem · 4 months
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mamawasatesttube · 8 months
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Cassie and Cissie for the character meme ❤️
cassie!!!! <3
Sexuality Headcanon: lesbiab
Gender Headcanon: her gender is butch lesbian.
A ship I have with said character: cissiecassie, rosecassie, also in my rich inner world cassie/aura from superboy and the ravers but specifically in tt03 when kon's dead and they're considering aura for the titans because i think aura would piss cassie off sooooo much. homoerotically. <3
A BROTP I have with said character: cassie & kon, cassie & donna, cassie & tim, also cassie & kara (can also be romo but like. man. yknow?)
A NOTP I have with said character: um... cassie / men? ever? like koncassie is an important part of both of their development but not a good actual romance. does that count?
A random headcanon: when she's had her butch revelations and cut her hair and started really leaning into self-acceptance, she phones tim up like. hey. i want to get a motorbike. what specs and stuff should i look for? and he gets so excited she ends up letting him build one for her (on the condition that he lets her help and tells her what each part they're installing does, etc). friendship :)
General Opinion over said character: i love my girl :) i wish dc did more with her and also let her stay more gnc and individual than just making her Generic Blonde Barbie #4. also wish they let her have, like, anger and grief issues without sacrifcing the way she Does Love Her Friends Deeply and all. cradles her gently in my hands babygirl i love u
and now cissie time!!
Sexuality Headcanon: lesbian as well :)
Gender Headcanon: genderfluid. points at the part where she talks about names and phases. this is transgender behavior
A ship I have with said character: cissiecassie, cissieanita, also hear me out cissierose (and cissiecassierose),
A BROTP I have with said character: cissie & bart have such a genuinely sweet friendship 🥺 but also i like to think a lot abt cissie & kon and the whole "childhood consumed by media and expectations" thing.
A NOTP I have with said character: honestly i don't think i've seen any ships with her that made me go :/. cissie/men in general i guess??? does anyone even do that
A random headcanon: it makes her nervous, but she really wants kids of her own. something something breaking cycles of abuse.
General Opinion over said character: I LOVE HER. her narrative in yj98 is sooo good i think more teen heroes should get to retire and still be respected and loved by their friends in the community. the trauma and nuance of her entire story is just. MAN!
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chairhere · 11 months
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My Head-Cannons for SuperCorp:
Lena Luthor is bi.
Kara Zor-El Danvers is demiromantic and pan.
If they weren’t a superhero/witch they’d both be diagnosed with ADHD/autism.
Kara is absolutely obsessed with Lena’s piercings and tattoos, tracing them (kissing them when they get together) the works.
Lena has more than ten piercings, some of which only Kara can see.
The backs of Lena’s thighs are two big pieces, something maybe Japanese traditional.
As she gets more confident in herself (we all know Kara would heap on the praise, love, and encouragement), she gets more and Kara is almost relentless with *cough, cough* the aftercare.
Personally, I think Kara is religiously Jewish (the history and creators of the comics) after being raised so by the Danvers. They maybe switch some stuff around to help Kara (like Rao and trying to make copycat dishes, going back to Argo City when that becomes a thing). I think it’d be interesting if Kara said their prayers in Kryptonese but idk how that would work?
I definitely don’t think Lena was raised religious, but she definitely sees the appeal of it, celebrating and learning with/from the Danvers. As they reach the year/year and a half mark she more than thinks about becoming an Atheist convert.
I know we all simp over Lena’s suits, but with Lena’s access to tailors, Kara gets a major upgrade to their wardrobe. Both in and out of Supergirl attire. It also turns more masc.
In a similar vein, I think Kara is pretty GNC and definitely plays with clothes and hair and possibly pronouns.
Lena definitely smokes weed. All it takes is one mix up for her to invest in some very well labeled/locked containers.
Idk that’s all I got rn.
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i read the Elsewords chapter and i have to say damn that kiss, that Olivibe, let me tilt you like we're dancing while we're passionately making out, kiss, it was perfect and everything and perfect <3<3<3<3<3 also also i have a question, would you have any hcs for Olivarrisco, these three specifically together?
thank you girl i love making blorbos desire each other carnally
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i think barrisco are annoying little shits on their own, but they both individually love fucking with oliver so much already that it's amplified when it's the three of them. together their one goal in life is to make ollie so mad he fucking killts them
unfortunately this can also have the opposite effect; if oliver has a good enough comeback for one of them, the other immediately defects to his side. there is no loyalty in war
i've always thought about ways barrisco could fight with their superpowers at the same time, like cisco riding on barry's back while he's speeding and cisco's out here throwing portals and vibe blasts, and now i am thinking about ways to add oliver to that mix. oliver delivering barry arrows to throw like lightning through cisco's portals? barry tightly holding onto oliver as he fucken jumps off a building into a vibe portal? much possibilities, much to think about...
barry is shit at secret keeping whereas cisco loves to make bad jokes so their oliver-related sexcapades are well known, oliver will destroy both his boyfriends if it's the last thing he does
sadly barrisco knows all of his kinks so they can simply blackmail him. (all jokingly, ofc)
to me barrisco are t4t. they are binary trans men and sometimes gnc. i see oliver as amab- not necessarily cis tho. i think he's somewhere on the non-binary side of things, but doesn't really know it himself, bc, yknow, the fuck is being a man supposed to feel like? he doesn't know the feeling of what he's 'supposed' to be feeling. now, oliver has quite a lot of trans/non-binary women lovers (iris, felicity, sara, kara), but he starts to understand that he doesn't quite feel as manly as one would think he does by being with trans men like barry and cisco. they are so happy to be men, so happy to play with gender roles, giddy at their top surgery scars and laughing in skirts. is that what manhood is? is that what manhood can be? does oliver wish he was trans? is oliver trans?
all that to say, t4t4t ot3 and all of ollie's tranny partners come together to help him figure himself out further after he first accepts that he may not be most definitions of man, thanks to barrisco
once they walked passed a bunch of bees and it triggered cisco's phobia, freezing him in place until the bees had flied flied away. barry and oliver stayed with him the whole time, running their hands through his hair to ground and comfort him silently. after all, since you've read the olivibe fic, you KNOW i think cisco loses speech sometimes if his anxiety and surprise response have enough sex. i i don't know another way to explain what i mean. they're having sex i guess
on the barry side of trigger responses he gets weird during thunder storms. not completely silent or dissociated, just... slow, confused, derealized. if the derealization escalates to complete depersonalization- depends on how long and loud the thunder storm is- he goes into little space. yup, i hc barry as an age regressor! iris is usually his caretaker when he gets like that, live-in partner and all, but that doesn't mean cisco and ollie do nothing. cisco has as many comic books and art supplies as agere!barry could want, and barry adores oliver's cooking no matter his mental age.
meanwhile- oliver does dissociate from time to time. his flavor of ptsd includes flashbacks, intrusive thoughts, depression etc etc. one way his intrusive thoughts love fucking with him is forcing him to imagine what it would be like to snap barry's neck like a twig, stab an arrow into cisco's thigh, dig into felicity back until he cracks the spinal chip that lets her walk. the thoughts scare him a lot, and he's almost more afraid of what his loved ones would think if they saw the things his mind makes him see. he worries they wouldn't feel safe around him- he wonders if they should feel safe around him at all. even tho barrisco can't see into his mind's eye, they can tell when he's having the bad thoughts again, and get extra touchy and all up in his personal space to show him just how much they trust him, just how much they know the thoughts don't actually mean anything. they're not scared of him; he doesn't need to be scared of himself.
i hope u like dez i plan to do something with olivarrisco during multiamory march 2024 so PREPARE!!! 🫡
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Why isn’t Zor-El called Zor-Vex in your universe?
For the same reason Cor-Vex eventually changes to Jor-El, basically. Kryptonian families names aren't strictly patrilineal or matrilineal, so in the brothers' case they were raised in the House of Vex but had the choice to take the sigil of El later in life, choosing to do so while their half-sibling, Dru, remained in the House of Zod (and famously so). Their mother Nyssa wanted to give them a choice, since despite the connection of their father's house to Krypton's ancient history, the supposed "Curse of El" made using that name controversial and even dangerous, hence why Jor had so much trouble convincing the ruling Council to consider any of his research on the planet's imminent destruction.
I get more into it in this post but technically all Kryptonians have variable length names with rules relating to social standing, etc. Mononyms are generally associated with outcasts like Non or H'el, which makes something like Dru-Zod going by just "Zod" significant whereas you almost always see Jor-El rendered as the full name despite being a hypenated Given Name-Surname.
In Zor's case, his full name would be either Zor Seyg-El or Zor Nyssa-Vex. He could choose to use either and the Earth-3 version sticks with Vex like the rest of that universe's House of El (mostly bc I think calling Ultraman "Kil-Vex" is really funny). The variable length is also meant to expand on the gender parity in naming that Krypton (the show) used, but without sacrificing as much nomenclature real estate, so Kara could go by Kara Zor-El, Kara-El, or Kara Alura-Ze (if she also picked her mother's name for whatever reason) or even Kara-Vex.
tbh another big part of the rules I chose for the names being so modular was deciding what to call Lara, since Lara-El seemed too short and Lara Kal-El left it unclear she's supposed to be the headverse's version of Connor, so I settled on Lara Kon-El, which has the in-universe significance of being a traditional way for gnc kryptonians to choose to rename themselves, since their culture had different attitudes about gender.
tl;dr he could go by Zor-Vex if he wanted to, but chooses to identify as an El to honor his father's family history.
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toadstool32 · 10 months
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matsu headcanons bc i can:
oso: bi but still delusional about getting totoko to marry him so it doesnt matter, confident in his masculinity, would u suck a dick for 20 bucks? yea sure
kara: on her third sexuality+gender crisis combo, pan gnc but probably a girl unless? ahah oh well
choro: aro trans woman <- real
ichi: lesbian + cant get it up, sad.
jyushi: any pronouns yes even that one, jyushi is jyushi they like boobs way to much, strong sense of self and what they want, would fuck a baseball.
totty: he/she, gay for pay, straight otherwise
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estradasphere · 1 year
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How about 1-7? I'd love to hear about your brain creations!
[i am going to assume this means 1 through 7 and not just 1&7?]
[Your first OC ever] the first one i can remember was some anthro Creature named derpy that i made in elementary school, she didnt have any lore and she was based on derpy hooves from mlp even tho i didnt watch mlp at all. i think she looked something like this but i dont really remember (modern recreation)
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2. [Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs] jun is my boy now and forever i love drawing him i love thinking about him i love him. ...he's a kara no kioku fan oc but i havent been keeping up with the latest chapters of knk and barely remember the plot so hes kind of his own thing now. hes my blorbo
3. [Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else] leya was given to me by a friend, and i bought eve from someone else ... i haven't really done anything with either of them yet tho T_T (if it counts, iirc i commissioned someone way back when to make vincent's original design)
4. [A character you rarely talk about] there r some ocs i have that i made in like middle school that are very personal to me but are also extremely boring and kinda embarrassing (because i made them in middle school...) so i dont talk about them and theyre privated on my toyhouse LOL. trying to think of one that isnt privated... oh ALISA OH GOD I HAVENT THOUGHT ABOUT ALISA IN AGES IM SO SORRY GIRL (mainly because she was part of a thing with my friend that we kinda just forgot about / put to the side lol)
5. [If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be] i would say jun but i don't trust mainstream fandom with a gnc trans guy LOL. uhhhh.... i think the masses would love roy. he's so cringefail. he's a poor little meow meow. he has psychic powers. hes gay but the ladies would love him.
6. [Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related] i accidentally gave edgar lark and larsen basically the exact same hairstyle. what is it with me and white curtain bangs (answer: burnbit) (well not really... edgar was made before i knew about burnbit... but it's still mostly because of burnbit)
7. [Are your OCs part of any story or stories] kiiiiind of... i'm really bad at writing or like, having original ideas tho so nothing concrete. OH wait i almost forgot, jeanne is a protag in some really amazing fiction my friend wrote. they privated it so i cant show u but like dude trust me their writing and worldbuilding is so fucking good
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// Also everyone loves butch Kara but hear me out: futch/gnc enby Lena
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gretascarsons · 11 months
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gnc kara danvers is so important to me
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kendrene · 11 months
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Im not sure if you are the one who wrote some awesome packing!Kara fics on AO3. (sooo sorry if you are not this), but what are your packing!Kara and/or gnc!Kara headcanons? And do you thinki Kara would bind too?
I did write a few, yes! As for headcanons I have this idea that once Lena notices Kara ogling suits in a store she introduces them to her tailor and convinces them that it will be different to try a suit when someone has taken your measurements. Kara has tried to buy a few but neither women's nor men's fit quite right. Also, I can totally see Lena learning to cut Kara's hair so it can be a date kind of, a quiet evening once every few weeks when Lena sits Kara down in their bathroom and cuts their hair for them.
I don't know if Kara would bind mainly because I feel pretty ambivalent about it in terms of comfort. Maybe? Maybe L-Corp launches a line of binders as one of their products alongside the prosthetic cocks.
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thebreakfastgod · 3 years
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I can draw Kara in a way that is so self indulgent
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olliebaptista · 3 years
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punk!lena, gnc!kara, and horny!supercorp, my three favourite headcanons together 😌
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mssirey · 3 years
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ok but lena developing a cock for kara that can get hard 👀
Y’all, i’ve been waiting for a horny prompt, cause… well, i mean, i got thoughts that need writing down.
Lena knew what she was doing. She waited for an open weekend to gift Kara with her surprise, offering no explanation when she stopped the freshly-showered Kara from selecting her preferred cock for the day.
Kara’s head tipped to the side, but she allowed Lena to slip out of the bathroom without comment. Lena returned with the box she had tucked into an often overlooked drawer in her closet and presented it to Kara.
When the lid lifted, Kara’s eyes went wide. “Wow,” she breathed, “that’s… realistic.”
Lena preened at that. She had put a lot of care into its design, after all. “Its skin,” she indicated the translucent flap that was meant to adhere to Kara’s pelvis, “is heat activated and should cling better than with the adhesives on the market.” It would also blend near perfectly with Kara’s skin, which Lena’s gaze lingered on for a moment.
Kara lifted the package from the box. “It’s,” her hand fell and rose, “heavier than I expected, denser perhaps,” her fingers squeezed, and the soft shaft giving way to her, “but still so squishy,” she marveled.
“You don’t need to be gentle with it,” Lena purred as she placed the box aside, and Kara’s brow rose, her little bobbing nod expressing that she was impressed.
Without prompting, Kara righted it in her hand and fit it against her body, gasping lightly as she found the built in pocket, loose in that moment, but perfectly sized for when she got erect. “I’ll be able to feel you sucking on me,” she hummed, her approval rumbling in Lena’s skull, making her thoughts sloppy.
“Among other things,” Lena confirmed, earning a curious, narrowed stare.
Lena helped hold the flap to Kara’s pelvis until it appeared to bleed directly into her skin, held perfectly in place, undetectable without careful inspection. When Kara let her hand drop away from the shaft, it hung naturally.
“Rao, it feels really good,” she breathed, shifting her hips to get a feel for the way it moved with her. It was mesmerizing to watch, and Kara took note of how Lena’s attention was fixed on it. She jutted her hips out, her fingers skirting from hip to pelvis and back, circling slow to keep Lena captured.
“Give it a little jerk,” Lena encouraged, her teeth catching her lip as she watched.
Kara chuckled and it was a heavy sound, resounding through Lena, stirring up a warmth in her chest. She managed to lift her gaze in time to catch the crooked little smirk that promised more than just a show.
Lena couldn’t have said if it was the warm fog that rolled through her head, but Kara moved with such fluid grace, stepping smoothly into Lena’s space, thumbs finding the small divots of her hips before warm palms molded against her. Lena arched closer without thought and her pelvis brushed the still-cool head of Kara’s cock, a shiver wracking her frame.
Lena’s thoughts were already flickering, but then Kara’s head tilted and dipped closer, damp breath washing over her throat, and her mind went momentarily dark. Her head tipped reflexively, offering more of her neck, but Kara just hummed her approval. “I like it when you touch me,” she rumbled, the notes sinking into Lena’s muscles, her legs feeling weak beneath her.
Lena barely had the mind to press a hand flat against Kara’s stomach, her fingers splaying, unconsciously tracing the pronounced ridges of Kara’s shifting abs. “I know,” she breathed, “but trust me.”
When Kara pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, Lena exhaled a shuddering breath at the storm of fire that greeted her—the blue in Kara’s eyes swallowed in darkness—and the little quirk of a snarl that twisted her smirk enough to show teeth.
“Give me a reason to touch myself,” Kara suggested, but as heat licked through Lena’s head, scorching the insides of her skull, it felt imperative.
She nodded. “Bed.”
Kara grinned broadly and her grip tightened, urging Lena towards her, and with an easy lift, Lena’s legs wrapped unconsciously around her waist. Lena’s hands had a mind of their own, trailing over powerful shoulders, one following Kara’s spine up to bury fingers in short cropped hair, the other holding her close.
But when Kara leaned over to dump her on the bed, Lena’s only thought was to entice. She walked back on her elbows until her heels found purchase, encouraged by Kara’s heavy stare, and then let her knees fall wide. “That’s good,” Kara fed the eagerness in her.
Lena’s thighs shivered as she held herself open for appraisal, her shoulders squirming to find a comfortable position, the itch of impatience growing harder to ignore. She purred enthusiastically as Kara took her cock into her fist, stroking with languid effort.
Kara’s composure faltered and she glanced down, her brow lifted in wonder. “The skin moves so freely,” she whispered, the awe making Lena’s heart flutter. “Wow, it feels so real, I—“ and then what Lena had waiting for, “is it getting hard?!”
Lena cocked a brow at her. “Are you?”
The soft shaft had filled Kara’s hand nicely, but as she jerked it with purpose, it swelled, standing out from her fist. “Oh fuck,” Kara groaned, her hips rocking into her hand, her eyes fluttering as heat washed through her cheeks.
Lena didn’t mind that Kara was focused entirely on her cock. She had observed time and again the way Kara deflated when the mood to be hard struck and she had to change cocks, and while she laughed to cover the awkwardness and the discomfort, she couldn’t hide it from Lena. That was what had inspired Lena’s little—or considering the heft of the cock Kara sported, big—personal project.
Kara let herself go, watched her shaft bob and then still, standing proud with a nice upward curve. Lena eyed the tensing of her core, convinced she could see the heaviness of Kara’s pulse, the little jumps of her cock echoing it. It was tantalizing, and intoxicating, but nothing rivaled the thrill of Kara’s attention shifting back to her.
Lena was startled enough by the haughty smirk that played across Kara’s lips that she couldn’t stifle the little noise—something between a whimper and a moan—that bubbled up from her chest. The self-assured air around Kara had her ass scooting closer, her hips rolling upward to better present herself as warmth pooled beneath her belly.
Lena twisted fruitlessly as her arousal trailed down the curve of her ass, tickling her and sending her thoughts scattering wildly. “I love when you get all sloppy for me,” Kara husked and Lena could only whimper as she waited for Kara to bury herself in Lena’s cunt.
The air stirred but Lena never saw Kara move, only heard the sharp pop of the bottle of lube being uncapped and then Kara was tipping it into her hand, and stroking herself until her cock had a slick sheen. “On your stomach.”
Lena moved without question, turned into her front and lifted so her knees were beneath her, earning a rumble of approval. She quaked with anticipation, gasping as the bed dipped beneath Kara’s knee and heavy hands settled on her ass.
Kara tugged her cheeks a little wider and Lena pushed back into her hands, arching low, panting even before she was properly touched. “Please,” she breathed into the comforter, her lips almost as wet as her cunt.
One hand smoothed along the curve of her back, pressing her deeper into the mattress, and she was happy to be molded if it meant she could have Kara inside her. “Don’t worry, love,” Kara dipped, laid over her, her cock pressed between them, “now that I’m hard,” her lips trailed heavy along Lena’s spine, “I’m going to spend the day inside you.”
Lena melted beneath Kara, sinking into the mattress, her thoughts spilling from her lips as nothing more than heated moans.
“That’s it,” Kara hummed as she rocked forward, her weight settling fully over Lena, her teeth catching against Lena’s shoulder. “I need you nice and loose for me.” Lena’s thighs trembled and her knees slipped wider, and Kara just purred. “Good girl.”
Lena’s hands fumbled for purchase in the sheets as her mind threatened to abandon her, but it wasn’t enough when Kara’s hips lifted away. She whined before she recognized Kara’s fist directing the blunt head of her cock lower, swiping down until it bumped Lena’s clit and she jerked back. Kara’s head easily spread her puffy labia until it caught against her entrance, sending a wave of heat crashing along her spine.
“You need my cock that bad, huh?” Kara didn’t wait for an answer—didn’t need to—they both knew Lena wanted nothing else. She pressed forward and Lena opened up around her, muscles already warm, welcoming her with feverish twitches. Lena fluttered around each inch that sank into her, her whole body shivering with delight at the pleasant stretch.
“Fuck,” Kara groaned against the back of her neck, and Lena’s head fogged, barely hearing the wonder Kara expressed at being able to feel Lena squeeze. “Just a little bit more,” Kara was gruff, straining to go easy for Lena, but she didn’t even have to mind to beg for Kara to fuck her—all she knew was Kara was already so heavy in her gut, and still slipping deeper, settling low in her.
By the time Kara’s pelvis met her ass and she ground just that little bit closer, Lena was drooling blissfully, uncaring if a puddle formed. She couldn’t find the words for her gratitude and instead reached a clumsy hand behind herself, blindly found Kara’s hip and tried to urge her closer still, fingers slipping as Kara withdrew an inch and bucked forward.
Lena gasped, her hand falling, her thoughts tumbling from her head. “That’s a good girl, let me take care of you,” Kara grunted, repeating the motion, driving Lena further into the mattress with each trust.
A small part of Lena tried to protest that the gift was meant to be for Kara—that she wasn’t supposed to be the center of the day—but it was lost in the growing fervor of Kara’s efforts. Lena let herself fall into the rhythm Kara dictated, met each thrust with a soft squeeze until the heat had her unraveling, molding easily around Kara until she held her shape.
Kara set a deliciously brutal pace, stirring Lena up, keeping her from ever settling, only ever rising with the building inferno within her. Everything was sloppy—the obscene squelch of each impact, the wet moans the spilled from her lips, the messy slosh of thoughts in her head—Lena was drowning and soaring at the same time, scrambling to find her grip on the world and at the same time happily letting it go.
“I want to feel you come on my cock,” Kara growled, the baritone resonating through her, bringing her to a boil. She clenched out of time, and it sent her spiralling, squirming and arching beneath Kara. The angle shifted, Kara’s shaft dragging relentlessly against her front wall, until she was crying out with broken sobs, her body tightening sharply.
The tension bent her, had her quaking with the effort to maintain her posture, needing that exact pressure. Kara’s hand smoothed along her belly, deftly finding her clit, rubbing without precision. Lena didn’t need anything more, and it had her hurtling into oblivion, white overtaking her vision, her cunt frantically wringing around Kara’s cock.
Kara grunted and seated herself deep in Lena, grinding through the tight pulses, doing her best to keep Lena riding through her orgasm. “Fuck, oh Rao,” she panted, the only warning Lena got before she jerked roughly. Lena gasped at the blinding pleasure that rocked through her skull. Her knees slipped and Kara followed her down, grinding against her ass as she laid there and took it, moaning her gratitude.
It took Lena until Kara was screaming, muffled in Lena’s hair, to realized that she was coming. Kara twitched within her, her body rolling in jerking waves, quaking even as she finally stilled, deep in Lena. “Fuck,” she mumbled, nuzzling into the crook of Lena’s neck.
“Good?”
Lena’s voice slurred, but Kara only hummed her affirmation, and Lena recognized the sleepy elongation of the note. As she drifted, Kara’s weight settled more heavily over Lena, keeping her pinned, and even as she wriggled, Kara stayed above her.
Lena’s cunt fluttered and Kara groaned, rocking lightly, shifting maddeningly inside Lena. Her mind fizzled and she sank into the pleasant warmth of Kara blanketing her, welcoming a blissful slumber, knowing that when they woke, Kara would fuck her again, and again.
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