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infernalodie · 10 months

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𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 || 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐙𝐨𝐫-𝐄𝐥

“𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘰𝘢𝘩 𝘖𝘩, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩“

Inspo: Chase Atlantic - PLEASEXANNY Chase Atlantic - Tidal Wave

Pairing: Kara Zor-El x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: Kara knew this wasn’t right, but she needed you...

Warnings: Faint angst, kidnapping, branding, stockholm syndrome, mindless smut, praise kink, fingering and overstimulation.

Words: 1194

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

“So fragile for someone who promised me you would be strong. So disappointing.”

Tears streamed down your cheek, eyes puffy with the crimson complexion to them. Body quivering under Kara’s twisted gaze that didn’t shed a single ounce of mercy. The smell of burnt flesh plugged your senses as you fought the cold sweat. Still very aware of the ache between your legs that Kara wouldn’t help you deal with.

“I-I’m doing m-my best, Daddy.” Kara could only scoff at such a statement. You’d been sobbing since she plunged her fingers into your cunt. Fingers curling and pulling you skillfully toward the high you’d been begging her for.

But the moment she lasers her name into your name, that’s when you give up. It left a sour taste in her mouth that she fully expected you to fix. Which explained why she wasn’t going to give you any more of her help.

Kara ran her thumbs over the raw etchings of her work. Smirking at the sweet cries that echoed past your lips, wiggling beneath her vice grip. “Your best is not good enough, petal. I expect much more from you,” she said, “and I am waiting for you to prove yourself.”

You managed a whimper, shifting in her hold. But her thumbs continued to trace the wounds, enjoying your pitiful state. “Come on. Show me why you deserve to cum.”

Being under her calculated and judging gaze left you unsure of how to prove yourself to her. A month ago, you’d been fighting with her and paid the price for expressing the clear lunacy she displayed by kidnapping you. But now, you were trying to please someone who wasn’t afraid to hurt you. Clinging on to promises that she made that some small part of you knew wasn’t true. Because there was another part of you that loved her dearly.

Sitting up carefully, you pressed soft kisses along her neck. Eager to taste more of her skin on your tongue. Kara could feel your hands tremble, hesitant to grasp her forearms. She could hear your uneven breaths simmer to a steady labour. Likely feeling the heavy exhaustion of the burns taking their toll on your state. But you continued to try and please her. Defiant to not let this night be full of disappointment.

So, you did more than you knew you were capable of in this state. Hoping that would get Kara interested in giving you what you needed.

She tilted her head, allowing you to press further against her. Her hands explore your sides. Letting you rest on her thighs and run your hands through her short strands of hair. Nails gently digging into her scalp with your teeth nipping at her jaw. And her eyes rolled back, hands slightly clenching on your sides and kneading at the flesh gently.

“So good for me. Such a good girl.” Her lips curled into a grin feeling you pressed further against her. “I’m never letting you go again, baby. Never again.”

Kara tried to step away—letting you live your life. She tried to focus on her powers and put them to use. But seeing you move on with someone new hurt. So, she promised herself that she would keep you to herself and that even if you are allowed the chance to leave her home, you would be known as hers. No matter how far and who helped you get away from her, they would know by the brand across your stomach that a storm was coming their way if they aided you in hiding.

She knew what she was doing to you wasn’t right. But acknowledging that; did it make her insane? If she recognized her problems, did it ultimately make her a bad person? See, she believed it didn’t. As long as she was honest, she believed this was just who she was. And she would eventually do what she could to change for you. But that wouldn’t happen until you gave yourself to her entirely.

One of her hands slid between the two of you, fingers slipping through your slick folds. Her smooth palm pressed against your clit, making you inhale sharply. Seizing the faint rock of your hips as you held her tighter.

A soft laugh fell from the Kryptonian’s lips, her other slightly patting your side. “You earned it, sweets. Go ahead.”

Her permission turned you into a puddle of eagerness. Rocking your hips without a set rhythm with your face mere inches from Kara. Eyes swimming in her twisted loving gaze that you remembered used to be pure.

Pushing thought away, you peppered her skin in kisses. Thriving off the fact that her little hums of approval were gifted with a faint delve of her fingers into your cunt. Ever so slightly pulling and tugging at the knot that slowly became increasingly tangled with each roll of your hips.

“Good girl. Keep it up.” Kara kneaded at the fat of your hips. If she had the choice, she would have your sable skin pressed against hers each moment of each day. And seeing you this desperate only made her wish upon it more. Drop everything superhero related to just be near you. Put you in this state constantly and have you for herself. She never wanted anyone to see you or ever have a sinful thought of you.

She wanted you for herself.

Eventually, your hips began to move roguishly. No deadset rhythm. Just desperation is found in your movements. The sweet little noises that fell from your swollen lips. And no matter how sore your hips were, you chased after the high.

So, Kara indulged herself by dipping two fingers deeper into your entrance. Gently prodding the soft spot that made you shiver against her. Each thrust was accompanied by a gentle press, slowly tugging you toward the summit you sought out.

And eventually, the knot snapped and the way your eyes clamped shut and muffled moans filled the plain cage was enough of an indicator for Kara who thrust three fingers into your dripping cunt. Ripping a sharp gasp from you as her fingers fucked up into you at an unimaginable speed.

Kara took amusement in the way your eyes rolled back and your cries of pleasure were sent directly into her ear. Barely able to comprehend or focus on what you felt. Bliss, numbing, overstimulation–they were all so much at once. And any chance that you tried to speak, it was full of incoherent cries as you drooled on her shoulder. Your nails embedded into your skin and pulled at her suit ruthlessly.

By the time Kara was done, you were a twitching sobbing mess. Your mind is barely able to formulate a thought not related to the constant shivers running down your spine. Or the inside of your thighs tensing and squeezing around the woman in front of you. Sharp and choked breaths fell from your mouth as you rested your head against Kara’s shoulder. A thin string of spit hits the woman’s chest as she gently caresses your hips.

“I’m never letting you go, Y/n. You’re mine till your last breath.”

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pigeonp0st · 3 years

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Kara Danvers x Reader #6

Words: 1,946

Warnings: none?

Notes:

This is the type of thing I feel needs to be way longer, and I would have made it way longer, but I really didn’t want to get above 2k words for this. I’m sorry if this disappoints, thank you for the request though. (Sorry for any and all spelling/grammar mistakes)

———

Kara was away when you got attacked by the black mercy.

You were on the couch working when the doorbell rang, and like any other person would do you got up to check who it was...instead of a person you found a box, a box that held the black mercy, the black mercy that practically jumped at you after opening and brought you into it’s dream world.

——

Kara strolls into your shared apartment, holding up a bag from your favorite bakery, “i’ve brought gifts!” She yells into the home, eyebrows furrowing when you don’t answer. “Y/N?” Kara calls out, “don’t tell me you’re asleep this early…”

You’re never asleep this early.

She drops the bag of pastries the second she sees you, on the ground with the black mercy wrapped around you. Without wasting a beat she’s reaching into her pocket for her phone.

“Alex,” Kara says, her hand trembling around the phone against her ear, “Alex, the Black Mercy has Y/N.”

——

Kara’s panicking. That much is obvious to Alex the second you and Kara arrive at the DEO. She’s panicking and demanding that they let her into your mind to help you.

Alex is hesitant, understandably.

“Kara,” Alex says, “we might have to pull you out if you can’t get to her. Do you understand that?”

Kara’s eyes are livid when she turns towards her sister. “If i’m remembering correctly you told J’onn not to pull you out before, how is this any different?”

“You’re my sister, Kara,” Alex sighs, glancing towards your body against the lab table. She wants to get you out too, of course she does, you’re her friend, but Kara’s her sister and—

“And she was supposed to be my fiancée,” Kara mumbles, jaw clenched. She looks at you and then back at Alex. “She’s going to be my fiancée. I have to save her, Alex. I have to.”

Alex nods, knowing she isn’t going to be able to change Kara’s mind. She’ll pull Kara out if she has to. “Just be careful. Who knows what’s in there.”

——

It’s certainly not what Kara’s expecting, that’s for sure.

It’s your apartment...that’s where Kara’s transported to. It almost looks exactly the same apart from some very noticeable differences.

Very noticeable.

There’s children's toys laying around, and there's a drawing hung on the fridge that must be from a five year old. Kara would be feeling inklings of jealousy if the second parent in the drawing didn’t look suspiciously like her.

Well, as much as a kid's scribble can look like someone…

“Ma!” A little girl shouts, looking up at Kara with a wide grin. Kara backs away and hits the fridge. “Mom says no superspeed in the house!”

“Where’s Y/N?” Kara asks, remembering her mission. The little girl tilts her head, nose wrinkling in a way that almost looks identical to the nose wrinkle Kara’s giving the kid right now. “Where’s your…other mom?”

The kid only looks more confused. “You were in the room with her…”

Kara doesn’t have time for the girls cryptic responses, so instead of trying to ask more she X-Ray’s the apartment, looking for you. She finds you in your bedroom...with another Kara and a little boy.

The last thing Kara needs is to fight another her. She’s had enough of that for a lifetime. “Do you mind asking...mom,” Kara cringes, “if she can meet you out on the balcony? I have a surprise for her.”

The little girl nods dutifully, turning around. Kara stops her almost immediately.

“Just...call her from here and hide in your room until I get you. I have a surprise for you also.”

Kara barely manages to hold in her sigh of relief when the kid listens to her with little complaint.

——

When Kara see’s you she’s hit with an immense relief she knows you don’t feel, because you’re backing away from her and opening your mouth to scream—she knows you’re going to scream, she just knows it, so she covers your mouth hurriedly.

“Y/N, Black Mercy has you in real life, okay? Do you remember when I went through that?” Kara asks hurriedly, “this isn’t real. This is fake.”

You nod against Kara’s hand, smiling, so she lets you go. The second she does you spit in her face, much to her disbelief. “I don’t know what Black Mercy is, you fraud.”

Kara gives you a confused look. She thought this followed the same timeline...just in the future. “Your Supergirl hasn’t gone through it?”

Your face melts into something like guilt, you don’t know why you’re feeling it, but you are. “After the real Kara fought with Bizarro she quit being Supergirl.”

Kara feels her heart drop in her stomach when she hears that.

This is what you desire?

You panic at the look on her face, you don’t know why you’re feeling so much for this obvious doppelgänger, but you are. You feel like you’ve done something wrong. “She wanted it.” You force out between gritted teeth, not understanding why. “She wanted it.”

“You want me to want it?” Kara asks, desperately, “you want me to want to stop being Supergirl?”

“No,” you hiss, “I didn’t force you—her— at all, don’t you understand?”

Kara looks down and away, fighting tears, “yeah you did, Y/N. Black Mercy shows you what you want most so you don’t accept reality. So you don’t want to leave.”

Your eyes widen with confusion...that’s— it’s not true. It’s not true. This doppelgänger is trying to get in your head. “She wanted it. She wanted to be safe, and I just want her to be okay, so I supported her.”

Kara narrows her eyes at that, “okay?”

“Yes,” you nod, trying to make this doppelgänger understand. You need her to, for some reason. “It doesn’t just put her physical health at risk, it puts her mental health at risk too.” You tell her, “The trauma she is put through saving the world, saving the people, it’s too much responsibility, I know that.”

“Your Kara…” Kara whispers, remembering her mission, “do you really believe she’d give up being Supergirl?” She asks, “knowing who she is, can you genuinely say that’s realistic?”

You’re on the verge of tears now, and you look to finally be understanding, “but she’s safe here,” you whisper, “you’re safe here. My family’s safe here. Our friends—”

And Kara hates this. Hates it desperately.

She didn’t know. She just didn’t know.

“I have to protect people, Y/N. It’s who I am.” Kara says, heartbroken.

“I know. But I have a wife here—you, and two kids. They’re safe. Why should I leave when everything’s perfect?” You ask with a trembling voice. But it’s too late, you know already, you know, you remember, but everything is better here. The people you’ve lost are alive, and everything is just better

“Baby,” Kara smiles wobbly, grabbing your hand, “we’ll have that in the future, too. I’ve always wanted that with you. Here...here it won’t last. You’ll die if you're here too long.” She tries to forget the fact that you might not want her anymore if she continues being Supergirl.

You study Kara’s face closely, opening your mouth to say something, but then suddenly she’s gone. Disappearing like she was never there.

——

“Alex,” Kara says when she’s out, heart beating rapidly, “did it work?” She asks, looking over at the table besides hers, “did it work?”

Everyone in the room looks guilty, and suddenly Kara’s hit with the force of her realization. “You pulled me out,” Kara says dryly, and it’s that moment her heart just shatters.

“Put me back in!” Kara yells, eyes heating up with her laser vision. “Put me back in now! Hurry!”

Nobody moves.

“Kara,” Alex says gently, “four more minutes and you would have died. I don’t want to put you in that close to the time linit. Time moves faster there. You wouldn’t have been able to convince her.”

Kara’s burning rage turns into full devastation in a matter of seconds. She practically crumples onto the floor with her defeat, “put me back in!” She’s yelling but it’s more a plea. “Alex please— please...Alex I love her.”

Alex looks away.

The girl of steel shatters into a million different pieces on the floor of a DEO medical room. Kara doesn’t know what to feel, she’s feeling too many things at once, but something that settles into her immediately is the tiredness.

She shouldn’t be feeling this. It’s unfair. “I hate you.” Kara whispers furiously, “I hate you.” Alex thinks she’s talking to her, and really Kara thinks a part of her will probably hate Alex for this, but she’s talking to herself, because she should have saved you.

If a hero can’t save her own girlfriend what type of hero is she?

What type of girlfriend is she?

“Kara…” You mumble wearily. Every pair of eyes in the room snaps to you. You blink at the emotion on everyone’s faces and the tears running down Kara’s face. “Um...am I interrupting something?”

You don’t get a chance to ask if you can have some alone time with Kara (to apologize) because after a flash of Kryptonian, your life is practically getting sucked out of you by your girlfriend. “What happened?” You ask breathlessly, looking over Kara’s shoulders at the shocked faces all around.

Alex is the one that answers you, looking ten times more guilty than she did with Kara, ��we thought you died,” she explains, “or that you were going to. We pulled Kara out and we didn’t think she convinced you.”

That’s when you notice that your kryptonian is trembling in your arms.

“Oh,” you whisper. “Well...i’m alive.”

Kara laughs against your neck in wonderment, making you squirm.

“Stop, that tickles!”

Alex smiles at the floor like she can’t help it, then starts ushering everyone out to give you two some alone time.

“Marry me,” Kara says when she pulls away some time later.

You choke on nothing. “I—what?”

“I’m Supergirl.” She says. You look at her like she’s grown two heads. Before you can say that you’re already aware of that she continues, “I didn’t know that bothered you before. Now I know, but i’m asking you to marry me anyways.”

“Kara,” you mumble, squishing her face in between your hands, “In an ideal world you wouldn’t want to be Supergirl,” you pinch Kara’s cheek when she looks away, “in an ideal world the fact that you don’t want to be supergirl, or aren’t supergirl, also wouldn’t change every fiber of your being.”

Kara looks positively confused.

You sigh, thinking of ways to make her understand. “What i’m trying to say is that Supergirl is who you are. You wouldn’t be who you are if saving people wasn’t the most important thing in the world to you.”

“But you didn’t want it to be important to me—in your dream world,” Kara protests.

“In my dream world you didn’t want to be Supergirl, but since it wasn’t really following logic you were the exact same person anyways.”

Kara pauses at that.

“I’ll admit though, if you did want it I would want it too,” you say quietly, “but since it’s something you don’t want I don’t want it either.”

——

It’s some time later, (after Kara’s caught the man who infiltrated the fortress of solitude to steal the black mercy and send it to you) that Kara brings up her proposal. “I’m glad we talked and all, but are you going to marry me?”

Your eyes widen.

“Oh, you were serious?”

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