#alura’s works

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Sugar

best friend!san x fem reader

Trigger warnings: none that i can think of

Content warnings: names (sweetheart, baby, sugar), oral (m&f receiving), choking (briefly), breeding, dacryphilia (kinda?), san’s got a big dick (what else is new) and is down horrendous for mc.

Summary: your best friend just can’t keep his hands to himself

Word count: 5.7k

A/N: hey babes! i finally finished it!!! its unpolished as fuck but it’s done!!! it’s only taken me forty-seven years 🥴 not saying this is a full comeback as i’m still dealing with some personal shit but i hope i’ll have something else for you relatively soon. anyways, pls reblog if you enjoy the story!! 🥰🫶🏻

Tags: @bahng-chrizz @foxinnie8

Smut below the cut

Most likely to remain high school sweethearts. That’s the yearbook superlative you and your best friend had been awarded your senior year of high school. The kicker? You had never dated him. The thought had just never crossed your mind. You were content being the hot best friends that everyone either wanted to get with or wanted to be. He wasn’t, but you didn’t know that.

Choi San had harbored the biggest crush on you since the two of you were fifteen. He’d gone through a hard breakup back then, his ex spreading rumors and lies all through school, and despite claiming he was fine because he was a player, he was heartbroken. He had been in love with the girl and she’d broken his heart and tried to ruin his reputation. So when you comforted him and confronted his ex, which ended in a cat fight in the hallway that got both of you suspended, he began to fixate on you. He dated around to keep his mind busy and off you, but he was infatuated with his best friend. With the girl who would throw down with anyone who wronged him.

He’d been heartbroken when he found out you were going away for college instead of staying local, even more so when he realized the school you’d chosen didn’t have the major he wanted. He was distraught at first, thinking you’d be too far apart to visit often. Every school he looked at seemed so far away from yours until he found the school where he was currently enrolled. This one was only an hour drive away from you and he was relieved to find that your schedule at your part time job still allowed for you two to take turns visiting each other every weekend.

You were oblivious to his feelings. You often noticed how he had trouble sleeping at your apartment but whenever you asked, he claimed he’d developed insomnia. He hadn’t, he just couldn’t sleep because of the thoughts that filled his mind from knowing you were in the next room. He felt guilty to be honest. He was constantly having dirty thoughts that normal people didn’t have about their best friend. Your mere presence reduced him to little more than a giddy, horny teenager.

You also noticed that he became more clingy after the two of you left for college but you never addressed that. He was always an affectionate person and adjusting to college life was definitely hard, so you figured it was probably that. That was part of it. But really, he just missed you. It was that simple. He missed his best friend and his heart leapt every time you opened your door or he opened his. Seeing your face made everything so much better.

Today was no different. He lit up like a neon sign when your door swung open to reveal you in a cropped white hoodie and a pair of black yoga pants, a bright smile on your face. “Sannie!” You held your arms open and he immediately stepped inside, wrapping his arms around your waist and hooking his chin over your shoulder. Everything that had been bothering him up until that moment melted away as you hugged him, your grip tightening right before you stepped back. Oh how he loved your hugs.

You led him inside and motioned for him to sit on the sofa as you grabbed the bag of goodies you’d bought the night before. “I got your favorites.” You grinned as you rejoined him, opening the bag to show him the snacks, sodas, and alcohol you’d purchased. “Oh, also, my roommate is staying with her boyfriend this weekend so you can yell at the tv all you want, we don’t have to be quiet.”

He managed to conceal the excitement he felt at your words, knowing you didn’t mean what he was thinking. “Noted.” He hummed as he settled in. “Are we picking back up where we left off on that anime?”

“We can. I think we can finish the next season if we stay glued to the couch all weekend.” You hummed as you began to stage the snacks on the coffee table, only then realizing you’d forgotten glasses for the alcohol. “We can watch something else if you don’t want to watch that though. I’ve got some other streaming services if you wanna watch a drama.” You shrugged as you got up, heading to the kitchenette.

When you came back, he was sprawled out on your couch. His arms were resting on the back and he had the full man spread going on. He kind of resembled a starfish like that and you rolled your eyes as a smile tugged at your lips. You froze when he let out a low groan as he stretched, throwing his head back. Suddenly, images of you getting him off flashed in your mind. “Let’s watch that. We can watch a drama next weekend.”

You cleared your throat a bit and nodded as you recovered. “Okie dokie.” You singsonged as you joined him, sitting close enough that you could feel his body heat but still leaving enough space that you didn’t have those thoughts again. Where the fuck had that come from? You grabbed one of the bags of chips and settled in, his arm sliding down from the back of the couch to rest on your shoulders as you pulled up the show.

The episode started and you opened the bag, offering it up to San, who shook his head. “I’m good right now, sugar.” You shrugged and leaned into him, pulling your legs up underneath you. He tensed when he realized he’d called you something he’d only imagined calling you but you didn’t seem to mind so he forced himself to relax.

What you didn’t address was the surge of arousal that flooded your body. You were a bitch for pet names and he knew that. You weren’t sure why you were turned on by his words, though. It was San. Sure he was beautiful but he had never affected you like this before. Clearly it had been too long since the last time you’d slept with someone.

Your eyes locked on the screen and you focused solely on that for four episodes before you became aware of the ache in your joints. You’d managed to sit perfectly still for two hours straight and now your body was screaming at you to move. You gently shrugged San’s arm off your shoulders and stood as the fifth episode began, letting out a soft groan of appreciation as you stretched your muscles and cracked every joint you could.

The sound of your voice caught San’s attention and his eyes locked on the exposed portion of your back, wondering what it would feel like to press kisses there. Should I try and find out? Absolutely not. Why the fuck would you even think about that? Fucking dumbass. He shook his head and let out a sigh just as you turned to ask him if he needed anything from the kitchen. “What’s wrong?” You asked softly, noticing how irritated and distressed he looked.

“Huh?” His head snapped up and his jaw dropped slightly before he recovered. “Nothing, I’m fine.” He gave you a warm smile and you responded with a confused but playful wrinkle of your nose before heading off to grab a water. That was fucking close.

You opened the bottle and took a big gulp as you reentered the room, finding him sitting up properly now. He patted the spot next to him and you plopped down beside him, leaning back into his side, this time with your back to him. You brought your feet back up on the couch and took his hand, guiding his arm around your neck in a hug and tipping your head back to rest on his shoulder.

As you once again became enthralled with the show, his fingers absentmindedly traced shapes on the side of your neck. You shuddered at his touch every few minutes but didn’t register any of it as you focused on the tv. You whined a little when he moved his arm back to the back of the sofa but didn’t protest further, too invested in the show to care too much. You shifted to rest your head on San’s lap, grabbing one of the throw pillows to lay on.

With you stretched out like this, San was struggling to focus on the show. He was fixated on your exposed belly and began to discreetly drop his arm off the back of the couch towards your waist. He bit his lip as his hand made contact with your warm flesh, trying to appear focused on the show like you. You glanced up at him and took a moment to admire the view of his jawline before poking his chin. He looked startled and almost guilty when his gaze met yours. “What’s up with you today?” You asked in a teasing tone. “You seem extra cuddly and touchy-feely.”

“What, I can’t be touchy-feely with my best friend?” He grinned down at you and something in you shifted. “I just missed you. We used to see each other every day and for the last two years we’ve only been able to see each other on weekends.”

“Simpler times.” You sighed and turned your attention back to the screen, not bothering to move his hand. It felt nice.

He was surprised that you hadn’t swatted him away but he certainly wasn’t about to complain when you were delicately tracing shapes on the back of his hand. His heart was pounding and he was thankful you hadn’t continued with that line of questioning because he wasn’t sure if he could form a coherent sentence at this point. He should’ve known better than to start to get comfortable though. The second his hand wandered a bit higher, you grabbed his wrist and he froze. Fuck.

“That’s more than touchy-feely, San, that was almost my titty.” You didn’t appear to move your attention from the tv but all you could think about was just how close his hand was to your chest. What had gotten into him? And why were you so affected by his touch? You were just friends…right?

“Oh…sorry.” He mumbled, trying to appear nonchalant despite his internal panic. You didn��t buy it though and looked up at him again, taking note of his flaming cheeks. Cute.

“Seriously, San, what’s actually going on with you?” You hated how harsh your voice came out. You hated the way he flinched at your words. You weren’t trying to scold him, you wanted to put out feelers.

“Nothing.” He shook his head and refused to look at you. You thought for a moment before biting your lip. You clearly didn’t buy it and wanted to ask if he was thinking what you were so suddenly thinking. You were about to speak up when he continued. “I’m just tired. Come cuddle.” He opened his arms.

“Tired already?” He nodded. “Must suck to be any woman you fuck.” You snorted.

“I’ll have you know I have excellent stamina, thank you.” He fired back instantly and you laughed. There he was.

“I’ll believe it when I see it, gramps.”

“Is that an invitation, sweetheart?” You were almost taken aback at his tone, as you’d only heard him use it when he was actively trying to bed someone.

“San-” He just laughed and shook his head as if to assure you he was only teasing. Somehow that bothered you more. Desire had already begun to pool between your legs. You gave a little huff and released his wrist, which you’d been holding this whole time, abruptly sitting up as you swatted his hand away. You turned to look at him as the pillow you’d been resting on toppled from his lap, exposing the semi he was rocking. So he actually did want you. “Yeah, actually, it is.” He sat in stunned silence and you bit the inside of your lip to hide the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, only speaking once you had successfully concealed your grin. “What? Did you think I’d get flustered and back off?” You raised an eyebrow and tilted your head to the side, your tone almost mocking.

“Yeah, kin-”

“Cute.” You cut him off and placed a hand on his thigh as you leaned towards him, your gaze flicking towards his lips for a brief moment before lifting back to his eyes, which still refused to actually look at you. “Tell me, Sannie, how long did it take you to work up the courage to try and feel me up?”

“I wasn’t-”

“Oh come on.” You rolled your eyes, your hand trailing a bit higher on his thigh as your voice dipped a bit. “You’re already half hard, clearly you were trying to get something out of me.” He squirmed at both your words and your touch, suddenly trying to squeeze his thighs together as he avoided eye contact in favor of staring at your hand, which he felt was far too close to his crotch for him to properly think.

He didn’t get a chance to respond before you spoke up again. “It’s never crossed my mind before, but now that I’m thinking about it, there’s so many things I could do to you, Sannie.” You whispered as you moved your hand away from the swell in his gray sweats and moved to straddle his lap. “What do you think? Should I?” You rolled your hips, grinding against his hard on, and he nodded far too quickly for his liking.

“Please do…” He whispered back, finally meeting your eyes. “Anything you want. ‘M all yours.” You got the feeling he wasn’t just referring to the current moment but you weren’t in any state to be asking for clarification.

You weren’t sure if you were prepared for the ramifications of fucking your best friend but you would have to deal with that later. The ache between your legs required immediate attention. You carded your fingers through his hair before turning your hand into a fist and tugging his head back. Your other hand rested on his neck as you caught his lips in a demanding kiss. The whimper that slipped past his lips went straight to your pussy and you shivered, leaning into his touch when his hands moved to your ass.

He was short circuiting. He was finally getting the chance to touch you and you weren’t pushing him away. In fact, you were the one initiating it. He licked over your bottom lip but you refused him entry, taking the chance to nibble on his lip instead. He gasped against your lips and you smirked, subconsciously tightening your grip on his hair.

“I never pegged you as the submissive type, Sannie.” You teased and he frowned against your lips, clearly pouting. Despite being a switch, he was more dominant than submissive. He was just following your lead because he’d dreamt about this for ages and he didn’t want to get ahead of himself. “Don’t worry, I’ll be nice to you. I’ve been told I’m almost too gentle.”

He whined at your ribbing and you chuckled softly as you pulled back, moving to sit on the floor between his legs. His eyes followed your every movement. You sat on your knees and pushed his oversized tee up a bit to admire his toned stomach before hooking your fingers in the waistband of his sweats. You tugged them down, his now-fully-hard cock springing free and slapping against his belly. “No underwear? Must’ve been real confident things would play out like this, huh?”

“No, actually. I just rarely wear them.” He rolled his eyes and you made a face. He seemed to be getting bolder and you weren’t sure how you felt about that. You were having fun with him. If he decided to take over…well, you doubted that would happen but you might have a brat on your hands.

You didn’t respond, just finished pulling his pants to his ankles, took his dick in your hand, and licked the head. His head tipped back as he let out a surprisingly deep groan and your previous visions came rushing back to you. He looked and sounded just as pretty as you imagined when you took him in your mouth.

“Holy fucking shit, y/n…” He groaned, one hand moving to rest on his belly, holding his shirt up while the other curled into a fist on the sofa. You hummed at his reaction and continued, taking him as far as you could manage. You gagged a little around him and he hissed, his hips jerking a fraction of an inch before he could stop himself. “S-sorry. ‘M sorry, y/n. Didn’t mean to.”

You giggled softly at his apology and he bit his lip, looking down at you. You bobbed your head as your gaze met his and he damn near lost his mind. You looked so pretty with his cock in your mouth. He wanted the image burned in his memory for the rest of his life. Who knew when or if he’d get the chance to do this again?

Given how you responded to his accidentally fucking your face, he decided to experimentally roll his hips. He almost met God when the tip slipped down your throat and you gagged around him, swallowing harshly as you tried but failed to relax your throat. You’d never deepthroated before and it showed as you tried to recover, tears filling your eyes and quickly overflowing to your cheeks. He gently pulled you off and wiped your cheeks, cooing at you as you coughed. “Breathe for me, sugar.” You nodded and took a deep breath, letting him dry your face. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what possessed me to do that. Are you okay?”

You nodded again and offered a small smile. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna go full send and hurt you or-”

“I’m fine, Sannie. I promise.” He finally nodded after a few beats of silence and you tilted your head, eyes narrowing as you studied him for a moment. “Now, what’s with the name? You said it earlier too.”

He looked panicked at first before a grin crept onto his face. “Well, I would call you honey since you’re so sweet, but I feel like that’s a bit overdone, don’t you agree?” You shrugged in agreement and he leaned down, taking your jaw in his hand and jerking you closer. He was a breath away and you were going haywire. “I wonder if your personality is all that’s sweet.”

“What are you saying?” You asked quietly, surprising both of you at just how quickly you’d folded with a single rough touch. So much for him not taking over.

“I wanna taste you, y/n.” He moved to whisper in your ear and your breath hitched. “Every. Single. Inch.” He punctuated his words by kissing and licking up the side of your neck, then biting down softly on your earlobe and drawing out a tiny whimper.

You squeezed your thighs together and closed your eyes for a moment. You grounded yourself with a deep breath before opting to respond by simply tugging at his cock, teasing the head with your thumb. The groan he let out scratched an itch in your brain you never knew existed and his grip on your jaw grew tighter as he inhaled your scent.

“Get up.” You blindly followed his command, standing when he backed away. He didn’t speak as he kicked his pants the rest of the way off and stood with you, hauling you over his shoulder before starting for your room. You squeaked in surprise but didn’t fight, a smile creeping across your face.

You couldn’t stifle the giggle that slipped out when he kissed your side. It shouldn’t have tickled as much as it did.

San had an idea of the things you liked, you’d both talked about your escapades enough, so it came as no surprise to you when he gently placed you on your feet only to grab you by the throat and push you back onto the bed. Still, a thrill ran through your body as you wrapped your hands around his wrist. You sucked in a gasp just before he began to apply pressure to the sides of your throat, your eyes rolling back.

You felt his breath on your face as he leaned down to crash his lips against yours. Your hands left his arm and moved to his shirt, pulling him as close as possible. As he slipped his tongue into your mouth, he slowly relieved the pressure on your throat, allowing blood flow to return to normal and give you a head rush. You moaned into the kiss and wrapped your legs around his waist in a desperate attempt to keep him close when he started to pull away.

“I’ve always wanted to do that…” His voice was a low rumble that made your panties uncomfortably wet. “Always wanted to try everything you mentioned being into. The choking, the biting, the breeding…everything.”

If you weren’t aware of your panties sticking to your folds before, you were after that. “Please do.” You exhaled, trying to pull him back in even as he righted himself between your legs. “All of it. Whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” He raised an eyebrow as his hands moved to rest on your hips and you nodded. “Anything?”

“Anything.” You nodded again and bit down on your bottom lip when he rocked his hips, the blunt head of his cock smearing precum across your yoga pants as he rubbed against you. “Please…”

He didn’t speak as his hands slid up your sides, fingers inching under the hem of your hoodie and ghosting over your cool skin. He reached higher still until his hands cupped your breasts. “No bra? Must've been real confident things would play out like this, huh?”

You rolled your eyes and tried not to laugh as the conversation from only a few minutes prior repeated itself. “No, actually. I just rarely wear one.”

“Take it off.” He groaned in response, pushing your hoodie up so your chest was entirely exposed. You sat up, which took a bit of effort given your legs were draped over his thick thighs, and pulled the surprisingly-thin material over your head. He immediately knocked you back and caught your lips in a feverish kiss, propping on one arm while his free hand wandered along your belly.

Your arms wrapped around him, one hand moving to his back while the other tangled in his faded pink locks. He’d dyed his hair magenta a few weeks back and it had since lost its vibrancy - though not before staining a few towels and his pillowcase. You gave his hair a gentle tug and he groaned into your mouth, sending a wave of electricity down your spine.

He began to trail kisses along your jaw and neck as his hand cupped your breast, his thumb swiping back and forth over your nipple. You pushed your chest into his touch, head tipping back as your back arched. Your breath hitched when he brought his kisses to your chest, lips encasing your nipple as his tongue flicked back and forth. “Sannie-” You gasped, your grip on his hair tightening. His hand gave your other breast equal attention, lightly pinching and rolling your nipple before swapping sides.

You couldn’t say you’d ever been curious about what it would be like to sleep with San but you were certain his skills would exceed his reputation if he already had you drenched with minimal effort. You wondered if he could feel the wet patch between your legs, starting to soak through your yoga pants.

He could. He found himself eager to bury his head between your legs despite being determined to take his time with you. He worried he’d disappoint you if he moved too quickly but he still began his descent, peppering sloppy kisses down your belly as his fingers hooked in your waistband. He took your pants and panties both in one go as he moved off the bed. You didn’t miss his sharp inhale.

“Y/N…” Your face flushed red as he knelt between your legs, gaze locked on your glistening cunt. You wanted to tell him not to stare, to urge him along, but you couldn’t seem to break your silence. Finally, you lifted your head and he met your eyes, his own eyes widening in something akin to adoration, though more intense. “Is this all for me, sugar?” There was that name again. You nodded eagerly but he shook his head. “Words.”

You frowned a bit, annoyed that he was making you speak up when he could just take one look at you and know. Of course, you knew he wouldn’t give in so you gave a soft whine before speaking. “Yes, Sannie, it’s all yours.”

You didn’t know why you were so against speaking up. The sound he made the second you did respond made you clench around nothing. He noticed, of course, and let out a low groan as he hooked your legs over his shoulders and kissed your thigh. “May I touch?”

“Please do.” You whispered and caught your lip between your teeth.

He continued to litter your thighs with messy kisses and soft bites as his fingertips teased their way up to your pussy, never once breaking eye contact. Your head fell back to the sheets as soon as you felt him run a finger through your folds, gathering up some of your arousal. He moved torturously slowly, rubbing feather-light circles on your clit before easing one digit into you.

“You’re drenched, baby…” His voice, though painfully sexy, was full of wonder and amusement.

“Your fault…” You mumbled and he chuckled softly.

One finger wasn’t enough. You needed more. He could tell and you felt him smirk against your skin as he curled his finger. You let out a soft sigh at the action but he wasn’t satisfied and so he added another finger, and another when you still didn’t give him the response he wanted.

“Fuck this cunt’s gonna feel so good-” He sighed.

Now three fingers deep, he began his search for your g-spot. It didn’t take him very long if your embarrassingly loud moan was anything to go by. “So fucking pretty, baby.” He groaned, suppressing another sound when you clenched around his fingers. “You like it when I call you pretty? Or was it ‘baby’?” He teased.

“Both.” It was all you could muster as he leaned in and flicked his tongue over your clit. You immediately brought a hand up to your mouth to stifle your sounds but he pulled back and nipped at your thigh.

“Let me hear.” At that point, you had no fight left in you. You just wanted him to touch you and you’d do anything to get your way. You gave a nod, a small ‘okay’ slipping from your lips, and he slowly leaned back in, lips closing around your clit. He sucked and you let out a soft curse, bringing your hands to your chest to knead at the soft flesh of your breasts. He groaned in appreciation and set a slow pace, working you up with his fingers while his tongue traced different shapes over your clit.

You suddenly felt ridiculous for never having wondered if he truly lived up to his reputation. He was proving to you just how good he was and you were cursing yourself for never having thought about having his head between your legs. “Sannie- oh-” You keened, one hand flying to tangle in his hair once more as he pressed against your g-spot at the same time as he sucked on your clit. You wouldn’t last long like this. He was too good.

Your toes curled as he brought you closer and closer to the edge, his tongue dipping into you occasionally in place of his fingers. Your muscles ached with the tension that was building but you knew you wouldn’t be relaxed until he made you cum. Hoping to encourage him to get you off faster so he’d fuck you, you began babbling praises, only inflating his ego.

He made sure you felt his appreciative groan before pulling back for a quick breath then diving back in, tongue flicking with vigor. His cock throbbed as he inhaled your scent and his eyes rolled back briefly. He wanted more of you. All of you. So when you announced you were close, he backed away entirely and smirked. “Not yet, baby.”

“Sannie, what the fuck?” You whined indignantly, lifting your head when he sat up between your legs.

“Decided I want you to cum on my cock instead.” He shrugged, moving up the bed to catch your lips in a kiss. You were surprised by how sweet the kiss was considering how feral he’d just been acting over your pussy but you welcomed it, tugging him closer with a soft groan as you tasted yourself.

“So fuck me then.” You whispered between kisses, lapping your juices off his lips a moment later. The whole scenario was filthy and intoxicating.

“You mean like this?” He grunted as he slid into you with ease. Your jaw dropped and you gasped at the stretch. He fit perfectly, like you were made for each other - a thought that both terrified and intrigued you. He wasted no time in setting a slow, deep pace, each thrust driving you up the bed with the force.

“Just like that, Sannie.” You nodded furiously, wrapping an arm around his broad shoulders while your other hand twisted the sheets by your head.

San was on another planet. He finally had you. You, the girl of his dreams ever since he was fifteen. He was finally fully sheathed inside your warmth and he never wanted to leave. He’d give anything to stay with you.

He hadn’t intended to babble that out loud and realized his error when you responded.

“Yeah? Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Then fuck me harder and treat me like the most precious thing you’ve ever held.”

It was an easy ask. He had no problem cherishing you. Even as his hips began to snap harder and faster, the sound of skin slapping filling the room, he showered you with kisses and words of adoration. “So fucking good, baby. Do you have any clue how long I’ve wanted to feel this perfect little pussy? To make you fall apart on my cock?”

“Tell me, Sannie. Tell me how long you’ve wanted me.”

“God- ever since we were in school. It was so hot the way you fucked her up for hurting me and I’ve wanted you ever since.” His admission sent a thrill rushing through you and you clenched involuntarily, earning a low groan from him.

“And you held it together for that long? Fuck, Sannie, you- oh-” The tip of his cock just barely kissed your cervix but it was enough to make your thighs squeeze his hips.

“Shit, baby, you keep that up and I’ll cum…”

“Then keep fucking me just like that.” You demanded, back arching as he dipped his head down to lick and suck on your chest. He caught your nipple in his mouth and allowed his teeth to graze the stiff peak, grunting against your skin when your walls fluttered in response. “Want you to cum inside as many times as you can until you make me cum.” It wasn’t a demand or a plea, it was just a simple fact but he was eager to comply with your wishes.

“Christ, y/n, you’re killing me…” San groaned, resting his forehead on your chest as his hips pistoned relentlessly. He pulled back just enough to look up at you and you could tell by his expression just how close he was. “You really want that? Want me to breed you like a good little cocksleeve and keep filling you up over and over until you fall apart for me?”

Your nod and whimper were the only convincing he needed. He let go instantly, stars dancing behind his eyes as he pumped you full of cum. This was all he’d wanted for the better part of a decade and he was on cloud nine over finally getting you.

He briefly pulled out and flipped you over, taking a moment to watch a bead of cum drip down your folds before he slammed back into you. He might regret this later given how sensitive he was but he needed to give you anything you asked for.

Your back arched as he hit your sweet spot and you let out a soft cry. “There! Just like that!”

It didn’t take long before he felt another orgasm building. He warned you and you demanded he continue, begging him to give it to you. His cock twitched and he let go at your behest, filling you all over again.

Before he was finished, he reached around to roll your clit between his thumb and forefinger. He delighted in the squeal you let out and did it again, tears welling in his eyes from all the sensation.

“Oh god, Sannie, I’m so close!” You cried, your thighs trembling as your orgasm threatened to wash over you.

“Cum for me, sugar.” His voice was a low rumble in your ear, hoarse with unshed tears, and you couldn’t hold back. You let out another squeal as he toyed with your clit, tipping you over the edge. Your high hit you like a bus and you let out a sob of ecstasy as your pussy clamped down on San’s leaking cock.

You felt a tear fall on your back and gently pushed him back, forcing yourself to roll over. “You okay?” You asked softly as you pulled him to you, still buzzing with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“‘M fucking perfect.” He offered a lazy smile as he leaned down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.

“Mm then what’s this?” You teased as you pulled back, wiping a tear from his cheek.

“Proof that I’ve met my match.” He chuckled softly and wiped his face dry. “Seriously, that was…fucking amazing.”

“It was. Can someone explain to me why we didn’t do this sooner?”

“Who knows.” He shrugged and flopped down beside you, then pulled you to lay on top of him. “But I say we do this every weekend, sugar.” He laughed deeply when you swatted his chest in response but deep down you knew this was more than a one time occurrence.

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What if: Visiting Kandor

Whenever Superman visits Kandor, it is both something to look forward to and something to dread.

He gets to enjoy being with his Kryptonian family and being a normal if somewhat celebrity life.

He loves spending time with wise yet kind Uncle Zor-El, his austere Aunt Alura, and their playful, loving daughters.

He admires and respects his cousins Don-El & Van-Zee.

And he enjoys spending time with various individuals, both within and outside of the House.

However

The adults of the inner circle of the House of El always had a meeting.

And the final agenda of the meeting,

Every. Single. Time.

The threat of one Lex Luthor.

Kal-El has to convince his House NOT to interfere with his dispute with Luthor.

Every time!

His uncle, the Head of Kandor’s ruling council & Elder of the House of El, voices his concerns.

His cousin Van-Zee hints in a way only Kal understands that he could help as Nightwing.

Son-Zod, a foster child of Zor-El and Alura (think JL: Gods and Monsters), insinuates having him assassinated.

Don-El, head of Kandor’s police force, is actually in favor of this as he doubts the Phantom Zone could hold someone as dangerous as Luthor.

Kal-El frequently has to voice he has it handled, Luthor doesn’t know about Kandor, it’s safer for Kandor to remain hidden, he’s careful with his disguise, his suit has some resistance against Kryptonite, no he will not wear a War Suit as it will scare the general population, NO he will not disgrace the House of El be condoning an assassination!

“Lex Luthor is the father of MY child, & therefore MY responsibility!”

That is usually what ends the debate.

And what usually follows is Don-El, the head of the House of El, informing his younger cousin that if Luthor becomes an active threat to Kandor’s people, he WILL act.

The only one Kal-El can comfortably talk about this issue with is Val-Zod, another foster child of Zor & Alura.

[celenewashere]

looks at my hands

[natalievoncatte]

“What I did wasn’t personal,” Lena said.

Supergirl had already turned to face her. There were words formed on her lips, but Alex struck first, bringing her viper wit where it wasn’t needed or welcome.

“You had a stash of ‘Kills Kryptonians’. It’s personal,” said Alex.

Lena ignored her, looking directly at Supergirl.

“You know I’d never use it that way.”

“You kept secrets,” said Supergirl. “Secrets change things. I don’t like secrets.”

“Oh really,” Lena spat, knowing she’d regret what came next. “You don’t like secrets. Okay. What’s your real name?”

Alex flinched. Supergirl stared her down. Even in this miserable place, she was inhumanly beautiful, even if Lena was a little resentful that she’d been bitching about walking fifty yards a few moments ago, and making light of exercise, when she had the audacity to look like that.

The pause grew heavy. Something seemed to turn behind Supergirl’s eyes, like she was working something out. Her expression softened lightly.

“Why didn’t you come to me about Sam? I thought we trusted each other.”

“How can I trust you?” Lena said. “You still hold me at arm’s length, won’t let me in, only look for my help when it’s convenient for you. Maybe I should have sought your help, but it isn’t like I have you on speed dial, is it? What was I supposed to do, toss myself off a balcony and hope you were having coffee with Kara Danvers again?”

Supergirl flinched. Looking at Lena intently, she stepped closer, and Alex grew visibly nervous.

“Supergirl…” she said.

“You want to know my real name?”

“Yes,” Lena said, her voice suddenly unsteady, her palms breaking out in a sweat despite the cool, stale air. She stood her ground before a being that could level a mountain with a look and held her gaze.

“Kryptonian names are patronymics, sort of. A man’s name is his own and that of his family. So, for example, my cousin’s name is Kal-El. His father was Jor-El.”

“I knew that already,” said Lena. “Your cousin shared that an interview with Lois Lane.”

“He can share his because he has a name that was given to him by his adoptive family,” said Supergirl, her voice softening as she took another step closer. “I still use my Kryptonian first name.”

Something about that itched at Lena’s brain, but she wasn’t sure what.

“Supergirl,” Alex hissed. “You can’t… we can’t…”

Supergirl threw her a glance. “What? Trust her?” She looked at Lena. “My father was Joe-El’s brother, Zor-El. My mother’s name was Alura In-Ze.”

Lena licked her lips.

“They gave me the name Kara,” said Kara Zor-El. “On Earth, I accepted the surname of the family that took me in to raise me when my cousin gave me up to them. My full name is Kara Zor-El Danvers.”

Lena stumbled a step back, her mouth falling open comically. It felt like the ground was bursting open and swallowing her up, her stomach dropping through her knees.

No. No, no, no, no. It couldn’t be.

“Look at me, Lena.”

Lena looked away from her.”

“Look at me.”

Lena looked.

Lena saw.

Her hair was down, but Lena knew those honeyed curls. Supergirl carried herself differently- her shoulders were proud where Kara tended to hunch down, make herself small, as if to pass through the world without touching it.

Lena hadn’t really looked before. Not like this. She’d studied Kara, maybe even mooned over Kara a little until she seemed to confirm she was straight by dating that alien jackass. She knew every part of her face from her soft lips to her feel blue eyes to that funny little scar right over her eye.

How had she not seen?

“Fucking hell, Kara!” Alex snapped.

Lena’s lip trembled. She clenched her fists to keep her hands steady, knowing they were shaking.

“You tricked me,” Lena hissed, “so many times, so many ways, running off and changing into that suit when I thought you were both people. The super-speed, right?”

“I’m sorry,” said Kara, her voice soft. “Let’s just…”

“I wasn’t finished,” said Lena. “You… you told me you were having coffee with Kara, but you are Kara. Kara… you caught me when they threw me off the balcony. You risked being killed by a kryptonite explosion when Metallo went critical. You… you were… Jesus Christ, the plane, the chemicals, that was you?”

Kara’s eyes grew wider with every syllable and even in the gloom, Lena could swear she saw tears welling up within them.

“She’s risked her life for you over and over and over,” Alex said, quietly. “Her faith in you has only wavered the once. She’s always defended you and insisted on your innocence even when I was ready to throw you in a cell,” said Alex. “She defended you from the first. Shit, she defended you from Superman.”

Lena looked from one to the other, staring at them both in turn, trying to keep her wobbly legs from completely collapsing under her.

“I owe you an apology,” said Kara, raising her gaze to meet Lena’s.

“Can you two do this later?” said Alex. “We’re on a mission, here.”

Lena swallowed, hard.

“Yeah. Let’s go find Sam.”

They did find Sam, eventually, but the plan went sideways. After they were thrust back into their bodies, Supergirl -Kara- curtly told her to help Brainy while she and Alex rushed off.

So Lena helped brainy, until it was time for her to leave. Eventually, she made her way back to her penthouse, and to a glass of single malt, neat. She savored its subtleties as she stared out at the stars.

She knew this would happen sooner or later, so she wasn’t surprised when Kara touched down on the balcony, looking utterly stunning and brave and dashing in her fancy suit. She motioned to knock at the glass.

“It’s not locked.”

“Hi,” said Kara, stepping inside.

Lena looked up. “I can’t believe I didn’t see. You’re just… you, in a different outfit.”

That wasn’t exactly true, Lena knew. As she walked into Lena’s living room, Kara had neither the mousy, retiring way of Kara Danvers nor the brash swagger of Supergirl. It was like she was seeing a third person, one who’d been fully revealed for the first time.

“I’ve been going back and forth in my mind, trying to decide what parts of our friendship were real.”

“All of it,” Kara said.

“If my brother were here, he’d say that you befriended me to spy on me and use my resources and genius for your own ends.”

“That’s not true.”

Lena took a sip, and breathed in through her parted lips after swallowing to savor it.

“I know. He said the same thing about Jack, actually. Lex always tries to convince me that anyone else in my life is just after my name or money or body.”

Kara said nothing. Lena looked up.

“Just because he’s a madman who wants to gaslight me into being a supervillain doesn’t mean he’s always wrong. Does it?”

Kara swallowed, hard.

“You’ve been very insistent on being my friend,” said Lena. “You practically barged into my life and broke down all my barriers with your earnest kindness, but you were keeping yourself behind another one.”

“The first time I ever saw you, I knew in my heart that you were nothing like him,” said Kara. “I remember every detail.”

“In my office, with Kent.”

“No. In the helicopter. That was the first time I saw you.”

Lena swirled the dregs in her glass. “Oh. Right.”

“I just had to know you. You were compelling, and the way you treated me in your office that day was a huge part of that. You seemed so… I don’t even know how to describe it. I just knew I had to be close to you.”

A fit of pique moved her arm before she could contain herself, and Lena threw the glass. Kara snatched it from the air and placed it on the table without spilling a drop.

She was closer now, standing within arm’s reach.

“You can’t just say things like that to me,” Lena almost hissed, her voice loosened by the whiskey and the one before and the one before that.

“Why?” said Kara.

Lena looked up, swaying slightly.

“You told me your name.”

“I should have sooner. We could have worked together. We could have done a lot of things.”

“Fuck,” Lena snapped. “You’re doing it again! Knock it off?”

“Knock what off?”

“You goddamn well what,” said Lena. “Or maybe you really don’t.”

“I’m sorry,” said Kara. “I just don’t understand. Can you… do you want to tell me what you mean?”

“I… sit down.”

Kara swept her cape aside and sat primly in a side chair, folding her hands in her lap, worrying at the back of her thumb with her other thumb. God, she even had Kara’s mannerisms.”

“I’m gay,” said Lena.

Kara swallowed. “But… you were with Jack… and James… and you really seem to like the letter J,” Kara said, lamely.

“It’s called bisexuality, Kara. It’s a thing.”

“Oh, I um, I don’t really get ‘sexualities.’ On Krypton, we didn’t have sexual preferences. We didn’t choose our partners at all, everything was arranged.”

“That sounds awful,” said Lena.

Kara looked away. “It was our way and it worked. We had stable families, and most people had a kind of love. My parents loved each other.”

Lena sighed. “I wish I could say that. One of my parents didn’t love anyone but himself. Your sister is gay, Kara. How can you not understand it?”

“I understand that. I just find the whole thing confusing, and overwhelming. I keep looking for this spark that everyone talks about, and these ‘gut feelings’, but every time I think I’ve had it, it wasn’t right.”

“It seemed right with Mon-El. Oh. Oh Jesus. You banished your own boyfriend from Earth.”

Kara shook her head. “I know it did. I thought it did. I just never… it was the idea of him. I was checking a box. I was with him to have a boyfriend, not to have him. We’re really different people.”

“Why are we talking about this again?” said Lena.

Kara suddenly looked nervous, and thus even more like herself.

“I don’t know. It just seems to have happened. Kind of like our whole friendship. I never made a plan to be your friend. I never had an agenda. I just needed you in my life without knowing why. You just bring me joy.”

Lena wanted to laugh. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream.

You big indestructible goof, that is the spark!

“I should have told you about me after Medusa. I should have trusted you then, but Alex talked me out of it. I didn’t push past when it counted. I know you doubt how much you mean to me now, and I’m so sorry I did that.”

“I’d never hurt you, ever,” said Lena. “Even if you weren’t Kara. But I could never hurt her. You.”

“I know.

“For what it’s worth,” said Lena. “I felt it too. That pull, that need to know you. That’s why I allowed you to get close to me instead of being bundled off by my security. I felt it from the first, that day you came to my office. I might have felt it a little during the helicopter crash, too.”

Kara nodded.

“I feel like there’s something we’re both not saying.”

Lena licked her lips.

“I have to stop the worldkillers. I have to save Sam. I have to fix it all. I just needed to talk to you first. See you first, see you again, just the two of us.”

Lena nodded, swallowing.

“I guess I should go.”

Lena wanted to tell her not to. To ask her to spend the night, change out of that ridiculous suit, to just be Kara and stay with her, but it dawned on her now that it could never be quite like that again. Kara was Supergirl and Supergirl had to be shared with the world.

“I want to help. I’ll come to the DEO.”

“Okay,” said Kara. “I’ll see you there.”

She stood up and walked to the balcony, pausing before she opened the door. She didn’t turn when she spoke, as if she was afraid to face Lena, to face the answer.

“Do you think, when this is over, we can try it again? Try to fix it?”

“Is that something you want?” Said Lena.

“That pull is still there.”

“I know,” said Lena. “I feel it too.”

Kara’s shoulders rose and fell, as if she’d just rolled a great burden from her back.

“Okay,” she said. “Okay. I’ll see you back at the DEO. Goodnight, Lena.”

“Goodnight, Kara.”

She slid the balcony door open and stepped out, pausing for just the briefest second before lifting off, sending a gentle gust of chilly night air rolling into Lena’s penthouse.

Lena let the breeze flow in for a while before she stood up and went to the door, meaning to close it. Instead, she stepped outside, leaning on the railing as the chill raised gooseflesh on her arms.

“I feel it, too.”

[innamorament0]

reposting the link to my SCBB fic again because why not =D With an excerpt now!

She dropped her palm on the hand-shaped hollow on the control panel of the matrix and watched red Kryptonian letters appear on it, sorting her genome through the countless people that were on The Exodus right now. Three and a half million - it will take some time, Kara thought and took her hand off the panel, rubbing on the place where the needle that took a drop of her blood penetrated her skin.

“Rao!” - she heard her mother exclaim in almost ecstatic happiness. - “There is a match! We got a match! Oh thank you, Rao!” 

“What?” - Kara blinked dumbfoundedly a few times, looking at her parents who hugged each other, Alura wiping a tear of happiness from her eyes. She turned around slowly, afraid that she was being played by the device and the words “ match found… retrieving mate’s information… ” would disappear as fast as it appeared, but they didn’t, the matrix was still going through the database and looking for the full profile of her future spouse. Kara felt dizzy all of a sudden, cold sweat forming on her brow. She honestly never thought that she would be matched with someone and, if she had held the faintest hope it would happen at all, she never would have thought this day would come so soon.

“INFORMATION FOUND” - Kara’s breath hitched. 

“KARA ZOR-EL MATCHED WITH…

LENA LUTHOR.

SPECIES: HUMAN

FELON NUMBER: 16975

BIRTH PLACE: EARTH, 201480 HOURS AGO

RESIDENCE: MEGASTRUCTURE

AFFILIATION: THE SAWFLIES

HEIGHT: 5’51/2”

WEIGHT: 135 LBS

SOLD AS A SLAVE TO AMARII KEF’ARII 196224 HOURS AGO.”

The matrix was ruthless, spewing out words, each of which were like nails in Kara’s coffin. She thought she had been prepared for everything, but not this. There were Kryptonians that were matched with the other species throughout the years, but it was a rare occurrence, and it usually shocked the society deeply. She heard the happy cries of her parents stopping abruptly when they finally looked at the screen. 

They stood in silence, Kara holding her breath, afraid to turn around and see the faces of her parents. After a few long moments she finally tore her eyes off the cruel screen and looked at Alura and Zor-El, who stood behind her, silently clutching each other in an anxious embrace. They both looked baffled, shocked and horrified at the same time, both still clinging to each other as if it would ground them somehow. Her mother was first to come to her senses. She tore herself off Zor-El and walked towards the matrix, never taking her eyes off the screen. 

“Who is she?” - Alura asked tensely, pressing her lips in a thin line and looking at Kara with an unreadable expression.

“We brought her on The Exodus today for interrogation.” - Kara mumbled, still shocked by everything that was happening.

“She is a criminal?” - Alura watched Kara’s face like it might give her the answer of why her daughter was matched with a human from Megastructure.

“We don’t know for sure, mom. There was a robbery at the warehouse and Kryptonite was stolen, but it seems like she doesn't know anything about it and I tend to believe her.” - Kara answered sincerely, looking at her mother who seemed to go through all the stages of grief within a few seconds, though it looks like she paused at “the acceptance”. 

Kara exhaled in relief when she saw her mother’s face relaxing. Maybe everything happening is not too bad, Lena seems like a nice person and maybe if she is agreeable, Kara could try to work things out with her after she serves her term for her other petty robberies - maybe just a dozen years or so.

“So she is a criminal.” - Alura deadpanned suddenly, her face hardening and eyes becoming cold and ruthless. Kara had already seen her like this back on Krypton, when her mother had to choose who would leave the exploding planet and who would stay to die.

[ao3fics-lost-and-found]

I don't know if you still do this but I hope that you can help me. I am looking for a Supercorp fic. It was a no power AU where Zorel was abusive and wanted a son. Alura gets him to agree to raise Kara as a son with some kind of special medicine. Years later, recently widowed Lena arrives in town with a daughter and in need of a husband. Thank you so much.

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairing: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Please, help us find this fic! Leave your suggestions in the comments. Thank you! 🙏😊🦸‍♀️

Edit:

This fic has been found. Thank you, @arsh13gill !

It's "You are what you appear to be" by Disorderlyraven.

[panderp123]

C3 EP 78

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The Lost Children

Seeing Bells Hells aftermath of the shard rejection and how Ashton has brought down those walls. The group goes off in different directions to come to terms with Ashton doing a selfish thing.

The moment…of all characters to say this…Delilah tells Laudna

“He’s a child…”

Which sparked Laudna to make one of her quirky dolls and pulled at my heartstrings.

But before this happened Fearne was so upset she had a somewhat childish tantrum about Ashton almost dying. Three of the party members have severe childish tendencies all different but wow!

Fearne doesn’t know how to handle anger because in EXU she got scared of being evil or turning. Which resulted in her having silent storm-offs or unusual lashouts. It’s very Fearne and how much isolation she’s had from being protected by Nana Mori. A being of the Feywild, Fearne is a delight but it’s so heartbreaking when something scary happens she becomes this little girl. Or a difficult decision such as reviving Orym earlier in the campaign.

Once Fearne storms off and as predicted Chetney goes off to console her. Ashton became this small thing and the walls were all gone. Some moments caught me by surprise.

“I…just want my parents.”

“I wanted someone to blame other than myself…”

“I don’t like myself very much…”

These are important points because I think Ashton…never really left the desert. Their inner child is constantly crying out for their missing parents. This also concluded my point before that the Greymoore home wasn’t as great as it should have been.

To link back to the doll Laudna makes later in this episode, Ashton sees Laudna and apologises. He didn’t betray her. He just did a dumb thing and that triggers Laudna’s childish tendencies. Laudna doesn’t understand the difference between betrayal over doing something dumb in a selfish manner. However, when the doll is handed to Ashton they start to cry.

Holding it and looking at it which a new look at their mistakes. Ashton is just this broken child deep down.

“I’ve never had a doll before…thank you.”

The fact Ashton had never been given a toy shows you how messed up their time must’ve been at the orphanage. Before they plain jump he tucks the Ashton Doll on his person.

Now on to Laudna, the weight of the events pulls her closer to her patron Delilah. As much as we don’t want her to awaken more I’m kind of glad Laudna had her to talk to for this as I feel Imogen would have sugar-coated it too much.

Delilah albeit dark, evil and narcissistic did make an effort to console Laudna. Not only that but Laudna defied her when Delilah suggested she take the shard.

The childish nature of Laudna is due to her traumatic past. So she clings to her inner child Matilda as those memories are not overshadowed by her time in the castle or with the Brairwoods. By all means this isn’t healthy at all! However, it is character growth.

Naming off all the sad things of her friends' pasts or her own Laudna finds a way to mend Ashton’s inner child by making a doll out of graffitied wood, a chipmunk skull & quartz. It’s simple but it made the tough punk cry so it must have worked.

I’m glad the ice was broken before they took respite in the Feywilds. Despite being homesick Fearne didn’t want to be selfish like Ashton in asking could they go. Given that the group are not mentally stable to face Ruidius they all agreed a needed R&R is needed due to lack of communication.

I like how Matt added Birdie & Ollie at Nana’s because the whole group needs a loving parent unite to help.

Things I’d like to see upcoming:

• Chetney is the Grandpa of wisdom of the group & there’s no BS so more of that. (Be funny if he hit on Alura more just for a laugh xD)

• Laudna & Ashton connect on a wholesome level with childish joys (toys or puppetry)

• Ashton & Fearne reconcile more. No romance but more fixing the foundations before anything happens

• Birdie has a secret 👀

• Allura becomes a more Mother like figure for Imogen in regards to her power.

• Orym gives Ashton a stern talk (Liam was AFK so it be good to see what happens there.)

• Nani Mori knows what to do with the shard 🔥

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Back To Krypton - Chapter 34

Read it on AO3 here!

“I cannot just reverse the decision to have Astra questioned, with her being my sister it would look… suspicious.”

“And the other option is that you do reverse the decision, take a small hit to the public’s perception of you and protect the future.” Lena counters. “I understand that you have responsibilities and a way you do things but if you don’t bend the rules and the scope of your sight for this, there will be irreparable damage so severe that you couldn’t even comprehend it.”

Alura sighs. She understands what Lena wants her to do and why but she needs her to do certain things but it is out of her control. There are decisions she’s made that just can’t be reversed. “I understand that, however, Astra has already been handed over for questioning and by now, she will have already indulged information that will put her in the danger you are hoping for her to avoid. It’s too late, I can’t do anything about it now.”

Lena lets out an annoyed breath. “Right, ok.”

Movement out of the corner of their eyes has them both turning their heads to look at the figure entering the room. Kara wanders in, a little apprehensive and looking slightly pale. “Hey.” Lena greets her softly. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” Kara answers. “I’m just going to grab something to drink and then I’ll come and join you guys.”

“Let me.” Alura practically leaps off the couch. She’s in need of a break from the conversation with Lena and she’s more than happy to have this excuse. “Lena, would you like one too?”

“Sure, thank you.” Lena answers, barely listening because she’s still worried about Kara. She wasn’t doing too hot earlier and she still doesn’t look great.

Alura leaves and Kara takes her spot. “What were you talking about?”

“I was trying to convince her to let Astra go without questioning her. It’s too late though, the damage has been done.”

Kara nods slowly. “I had feared it would be. I guess we just have to work with what we’ve got now though. First, tell me what you’re feeling.”

Lena frowns. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that we’ve gone far too long with me not checking in on you and I think that needs to change so, hit me with it. My mom is hiding in there to go and get the drinks because you can be really intimidating when you want to be, so, what are you feeling?”

She’s got so many emotions running through her mind and all of them have been there for so long that she’s kind of just learned how to deal with them coexisting but at the same time, voicing those emotions and her feelings feels like a task too large for her to do, especially out of nowhere.

Instead, she just shakes her head. “I appreciate you asking but I think I need time to process and think.”

“Well, why don’t we talk it out then? Maybe that will help you process.” Kara pushes, her hand falling to softly sit on Lena’s shoulder.

Lena really does appreciate the gesture but it’s too much too fast. “Kara, can we just put it on the back burner? I really am thankful you’re asking but I need more time to think about it all, to untangle my thoughts. We can talk about it all later, ok?”

Kara’s face drops from open and concerned to disappointed and rejected. Lena gets it, she really does. Kara wants to be there for her in the same way she’s been there for Kara but she can’t go from having no emotional support in this way to suddenly having it all, it’s too big of a jump and it’s all way too sudden, she can’t just force it now for Kara’s sake, even if it does leave her disappointed.

“I promise, we’ll talk later. It’s not a no, it’s a not now.” Lena covers the hand on her shoulder with her own, squeezing it softly. “Ok?”

“Ok.” Kara agrees, masking the sadness on her face with a smile that if Lena didn’t know her so well, would fool her.

For Kara, she knows she’s been neglectful of Lena’s emotions, her own trauma and emotional well-being have been prioritized at the expense of Lena’s to the point where she barely even thought of it and now that she’s aware, she just wants to smother Lena with love and care and all of the things she’s been deprived of.

She can see Lena’s trying and she can see that she’s coming on too strong but she doesn’t know how to do it delicately, too afraid that if she takes on the task passively then Lena’s mental health will fall through the cracks again or it will seem like she doesn’t care or both.

It’s only when she sees the desperation in Lena’s eyes that she can see that she’s pushing too hard, that her love and care for Lena is too much and rather than feeling like what it is, it’s becoming something else, it’s becoming more of an issue for Lena, a pressure on top of everything else she’s dealing with, the things she’s been dealing with alone.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to come on too strong.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Lena squeezes her hand again and leans over to peck her cheek.

Kara does worry about it and while she leans into the kiss, she can’t help but feel like a fraud because here Lena is making her feel better again while all she’s done is make Lena feel worse.

Alura comes wandering back in, her walk slow, probably because she’s not looking forward to jumping back into the conversation they were just having. In her arms is a tray with a few glasses and a pitcher of some kind of drink, it’s got a tinge of green to it so Lena suspects that it’s some kind of fruit juice.

Kara smiles at the sight of it. One that’s genuine but Lena sees that it doesn’t meet her eyes. “Oh, you’ll love this Lena.”

Alura sets the tray on the side table beside the couch and Kara takes the initiative to pour the drinks, handing the first one over to Lena with a flourish because she’s so excited to see Lena take a sip. “I always loved this as a kid, it’s all fruit juice but it’s super sweet and just all around, really good.”

She hands Alura one next and then takes one for herself, immediately bringing it up to her lips and taking several big gulps. “Oh Rao, it’s so good.”

Lena watches Kara closely, her heart warmed by the excitement in the way she’s guzzling her drink and the way that even though she’s excited to drink it, she still took the time to make sure that Lena got the first glass.

Once Kara’s glass is empty, her focus quickly turns from the wonderous taste in her mouth to the woman beside her who has yet to so much as take a sip. Her eyes look between her and the glass excitedly, urging her to try it as she practically buzzes in her seat.

Lena isn’t really sure she likes being such a spectacle and momentarily worries that she won’t like it and it will just disappoint Kara further but upon taking a tiny sip, she realizes that it’s actually really nice. Maybe not her favourite but still really good. It’s got a sweet kind of tanginess to it that makes her lick her lips before taking another sip, a bigger one this time.

She looks up at Kara afterwards. “This is really good. What is it?”

“This is twellian juice. Twellians are fruits much like peaches, they’re soft and grow on trees.” Kara explains, the smile on her face growing more and more with every sip Lena takes, thrilled that she’s getting to experience something from Kara’s childhood, that she can see a little glimpse of who she was before she came to Earth. The person that she was, the one that she feels that these days, she can hardly remember but with each day she’s been back on Krypton, it comes back to her little by little.

Alura has taken a seat on one of the chairs rather than squeezing onto the couch with the pair of them, distancing herself. Protecting herself. She’s taken a small drink from her glass but has otherwise set it aside. “Ok, now that we’re here, shall we continue?”

Lena nods, handing Kara her now empty glass so she can set it back on the tray. “Sounds like a plan to me. What’s next on the agenda to be discussed?”

Alura’s hands clasp together on her lap. “I think it’s best you decide that, what can I do to help you?”

Kara and Lena share a look, one where they are both trying to figure out what the best course of action is, whether or not they just come out and say what they need and trust that Alura actually does want to help of ==r whether or not they play coy with it and hold their cards close to their chest.

“We need to get into Kandor and be able to get to—”

“Your father’s lab. Yes, you mentioned. What exactly do you need? I can go and get what you need for you, it’s much too dangerous for not only you but also the entire city for you to be wandering around doing Rao knows what.”

Kara scoffs. “What do you think we’re going to be doing? We’re not here for tourist season, we’re here to try and stop catastrophic damage occurring to our planet in the future. We just need to get to the lab, get the blueprints to one specific piece of technology and then once we’ve got that, we can be on our merry way and out of your hair. We just need to go into Kandor to get it.”

Alura rests her chin on a closed fist, her eyes fluttering closed while she thinks. Kara has seen her mother do this particular pose before, it’s one that she would often see her in whenever her mom would come home from council meetings, one where she’s going over every option she can think of in her head and thoroughly assessing the situation and that makes Kara nervous.

She’s nervous because she knows that whatever decision her mom makes now, she’s going to stand by it and that’s not something they will be able to skirt around easily.

Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Lena’s fingers drumming against her knee, a physical manifestation of her worry and unease. She tenderly covers Lena’s hand, slipping her fingers between Lena’s and letting the pressure calm her nerves.

For a brief moment, she’s afraid of being rebuffed, that she’s overstepping and Lena doesn’t want her to try and comfort her but when Lena turns her hand over so they’re holding hands properly and pulls Kara’s hand closer to her so their joined hands are resting against her stomach, it feels like a weight has been shifted off her shoulders.

It’s an awkward few minutes of Kara and Lena leaning into each other, their hands sweating and their knees bouncing while Alura barely moves all the while. Lena’s half convinced that she has fallen asleep and is about to whisper to Kara and suggest they head back to their room when she raises her head and leans back into her chair.

There’s a faint red mark left on the underside of her jaw from the pressure of her hand on her face but neither of them dare to mention it because while it is objectively funny, neither of them are ashamed to say that Alura is quite intimidating.

“I will take you to Kandor and then return you here once the trip is completed. You may stay here for another day or so afterwards but after that, you will be expected to leave the planet in whatever way you arrived. I cannot in good faith house you for longer than that. I will be watching you at the lab too. With the impending trouble with the planet’s instability, we have scientists working around the clock to try and solve the issue. Zor-El works alone for a portion of the day, I will be able to distract him long enough for you to retrieve what you need but I will need to know what it is because I will not allow you to take technology that is or could be made into a weapon. That’s a line I will not cross, even for my own daughter.”

Kara needs no time to think it over and clearly, Lena doesn’t either because she beats her to the punch. “We accept those conditions. We are not after weapons or anything of the sort, in fact, quite the opposite. We are looking for something to shut down a weapon, one that is very powerful and needs a very powerful off switch, one that we can only find here.”

“Excellent, Kara and I will head into Kandor later on today. You stay here with the rest of your group and we will be back a few hours after that with the schematics you require.” Alura nods her head once as if to motion that it is set in stone and then goes to stand, only pausing when Lena’s voice rings out.

“Wait! That’s not the deal. I need to come too, we’re not leaving anyone behind, we need to stay together, we can’t split up now.”

Alura doesn’t let her argue for long. “Krypton is not as accepting as it used to be towards alien species and Kandor is the capital city, Kara and I can move through the crowds unnoticed, you cannot, you are too foreign and you don’t have the knowledge of our culture enough to blend in.”

Lena wants to rebuke that fact but the truth is that she doesn’t really know enough about the culture within a Kryptonian city to get by. She can speak Kryptonese pretty well at this point but she doesn’t know all of the customs and the fashion and the mannerisms that come with that environment and Kara does so it makes sense for her to go and get the blueprints. It’ll be much faster for her to go alone with her mom but Lena is having a hard time trusting the woman. There’s something not quite right about her, something she can’t place her finger on but can see lingering just below the surface.

It’s an odd juxtaposition to the way she can see Alura looking at Kara though because while there is a strangeness to it, a hardness in her eyes as she tries to separate the daughter she knows, the twelve-year-old girl, from the woman in front of her, there’s still that motherly love there, that maternal instinct that she is possessed by because whether she likes it or not, she knows that this is her daughter and she has to deal with what that means and the feelings that come along with that.

Lena’s just not sure that the motherly instincts will come through should Kara need them to, she’s not sure as though Alura will be able to help her because while she is very much her daughter, for Alura, this Kara is secondary to the young Kara and she will do whatever it takes to keep her Kara safe.

“You’ll be careful?” Lena leans into Kara’s side.

“Yeah, I promise. I’ll take my notebook so I know which schematics I need and once I have them, we can come right back and plan our exit out of here. We could be on our way home this time tomorrow if all goes as planned.”

Alura stands, her posture immaculate and her shoulders set in a way that makes her look strong, regal even. “That sounds wonderful to me. I think it’s best we get you on your way as soon as possible.”

Kara doesn’t like that her mother is suddenly taking on this more professional demeanour, it’s as if she’s suddenly switched into her council member mode and is more focused on getting them gone so she can go back to doing nothing about the impending doom of the planet. It’s worrying considering she holds the key to a lot of the security of the future, particularly with the decisions she’s going to make soon enough.

“I will fetch you some clothes, Kara. Why don’t you and your group have something to eat and then once you are ready, you can come and fetch me? I will be working in the office down the hall from your rooms. Oh, and maybe go and check on the H’Rakas too before we go.”

“That sounds good.” Kara follows her mom down towards the room where the others are staying, her hand still clasped with Lena’s. She knocks and lets herself in while Alura continues up the hall to where she has been staying to go and get Kara something to wear since her clothes are most definitely not those befitting of a Kryptonian, let alone a Kryptonian from a noble family.

All of the others are huddled on the bed and sat in a poorly shaped circle while they are playing some kind of card game. Kara waves to them as she enters and Lena follows suit, sliding the door closed after them and perching on the tiny space left on the bed after Kara does the same.

“Hey, how are you guys doing?” Lena asks, watching the card game over Nia’s shoulder.

“Good,” Kelly answers for the group. “We got to have hot showers so we’re absolutely wonderful. Any updates on what’s going on?”

“Yes, actually.” Kara’s lips pull into a small smile. “My mom and I are going to head into Kandor later on today and we’re going to go to my father’s lab so that I can get the schematics for the machine we need. In the meantime though, shall we go and eat because I’m starving?”

Esme dumps her cards on the bed in front of her and bounces to her feet and then into Kara’s arms. “Yes! I’m hungry too!” She wraps her arms around Kara’s neck as she wiggles in Kara’s embrace.

Kara lifts her up as she stands, prompting Esme to wrap her legs around her waist. She makes eye contact with Lena through the wild mess of Esme’s hair, which is tickling her nose, and reaches out a hand to her so she can hold her hand again since she had to let go to catch Esme but she’s got a good enough grip on her now that she feels pretty secure about holding her with one arm.

“Come on then, guys. Let’s go and eat and then afterwards we can check on Bolt and Swoopy.”

Alex stumbles to her feet and helps Kelly up but as she passes Nia and holds out a hand as if to help her, she waits for Nia to try and take it before swiping it away before she can grab hold of it and then pushes her back so she falls on the bed with a grunt, chuckling to herself at the indignant noise she’s just drawn out of the woman.

“Yes, please feed me and then you can tell me all about your plans for Kandor which you have neglected to include us in.” Alex barges past Lena too but presses a sweet kiss to the top of Esme’s head as she passes them so she can lead the way to the kitchen, her stomach rumbling all the while.

-

Kara finds a dress waiting for her on the bed when she goes to get ready to head out. They have eaten, checked on the H’Rakas and filled the rest of the group in on the plans and while they too are unhappy with the fact that Kara is going alone into Kandor with Alura, they also know that they can’t get away with going with her either because they just don’t have the knowledge to do so.

Once everyone was up to date and all cheery from the knowledge that the mission is nearing the end and that they will be back on the ship home soon enough, Nia being especially happy about that because it means she will get to see Brainy for the first time in weeks, she headed out to get ready.

Picking the dress up, Kara holds it against her body and looks down at it, closing her eyes for a brief moment because it’s been so long since she’s worn anything like it. She was just a child the last time she wore the clothes of her people.

“You’ll look beautiful in that, my daughter.” Alura’s voice makes her jump and with it, a tear forces its way free and runs down her cheek. She’s quick to wipe it away but not quick enough. “Why are you crying?”

Alura moves towards her, her hand pressing against Kara’s cheek. Kara just shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll go and get changed.” She points to the bathroom and goes to move but Alura holds her steady by her bicep.

“Lena told me that you have lost everything. Is this part of that?” She grips the edge of the dress between two fingers, lifts it up and then lets it delicately sail back into place. “You lost our culture too?”

Kara can’t look her mother in the eye. When she was put in her pod it was with the task of looking after Kal and preserving their culture and their customs through teaching him and raising him with the knowledge she had, limited as it may be since she was still young herself. She failed. “Everything.”

Alura swallows audibly and picks Kara’s chin up from where her head has tilted down towards the floor. “Well then, get dressed and then I’ll do your hair, let’s see if we can give you back a little of what you lost.”

Kara finds herself being pushed into the bathroom and she’s given barely a minute to get changed before Alura is letting herself in and attacking her hair with a hairbrush, styling it in several small braids that wrap around her head in a way that she used to do a lot when she was a child. The braids pull her hair out of her face but still leave a good portion of it down to flow around her shoulders.

“Do you remember what the best thing about Kandor is?” Alura asks suddenly, tying off the last braid.

Kara shakes her head, watching her mom through the mirror.

“The best thing about Kandor is the fact that you can dress up as fancy as you like and nobody bats an eye because it’s the most densely populated city on the planet and there are so many social classes living there that you can afford to dress up a little and still go completely unnoticed.” Alura pats her on the shoulders. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

Kara does as she’s told but she would anyway because she can’t take her eyes off of her reflection. The dress and the hair, it’s strange. She knows that it’s her reflection but it doesn’t look like her. It’s like she’s looking into a portal showing an alternate timeline, one that she daren’t dream of – one where she never went to Earth, one where Krypton lives on, one where she got to fulfil her purpose on her own planet. This is the true Kara Zor-el. This is the Kara that she has spent years searching for on earth so she can be her true, authentic self and it’s only now as she sees herself that she knows she’ll never be that girl. That girl is dead.

Alura flounces back in with a smile and wearing a different dress. The one she was wearing earlier was much more conservative but she’s changed now so she’s wearing a dress similar to the one she’s given Kara to wear. Kara’s is striking blue whilst Alura’s is a darker midnight blue. Both are flowy and light with their family crest delicately embroidered into them on the chests, much smaller than the one Kara wears on her Supergirl suit though.

Alura turns her around to face her. “Let me do your make-up.”

Kara stays perfectly still and lets her mom do her make-up, her eyes closed and just committing this to memory, the feeling of the brushes against her skin and the smell of her mother’s perfume. It’s what she imagines would have happened if she had been accepted into the science guild and this would have been her mother helping her dress nicely for her acceptance ceremony. She can almost remember it, a memory that was never to be.

When she opens her eyes and sees her reflection, she gasps. She looks beautiful, the epitome of Kryptonian beauty. It brings a tear to her eye and Alura is quick to cup her cheek. “No crying, you’ll ruin your make-up.”

Kara’s lids are painted blue to match her dress and there are delicate gold lines painted across them too as well as a thin line outlining the bottom of her brows, a custom she had forgotten until she sees it on her own face.

There are two more lines down either side of her nose and then a single horizontal line across the apples of each cheek. It makes her shake her head. “I had forgotten…” She trails off, the lump in her throat not letting her get any more words out.

“And now you remember.” Alura grabs a small tin and dips her finger in the light pink gloss inside before gently running it over Kara’s lips – the finishing touch.

Kara moves to the side and watches as her mother does the same make-up on herself, all the while trying to resist looking at herself because she could stare all day at the person she so wishes she had a chance to become.

Once they are both ready and Kara has her notebook in hand, they head out of the room, ready to head out. They step into the living room and in an instant, every eye is on Kara specifically, her family seeing her for the alien she is in a way that she has never shown them before.

“We’re going to head out,” Kara announces.

Lena stands before she’s even realized what she’s done and she walks towards her, her hand raising as if to cup her cheek but then falling, too afraid of messing up the hard work thereby smudging any of the make-up.

“You look beautiful.”

The earnestness of the statement takes Kara’s breath away but she manages to whisper out a reply. “Thank you.”

“Are you ready, Kara?” Alura asks.

Kara nods before turning back to Lena. “Will you be alright?”

“Of course.”

“Can we talk about earlier when I get back?” She keeps her voice low so the others don’t hear.

Lena smiles, a genuine one that is born of seeing that Kara is making a genuine effort, one where she’s aware that Kara is thinking of her and taking her feelings into account. Of course, this is just the first step but as far as first steps go, she’s not doing too bad. She might have fumbled earlier but she’ll figure it out and Lena will be here when she does.

“Yeah, just come back safe, ok?”

“I will, I promise.”

Lena presses a gentle kiss to her lips, some of the gloss getting onto her own lips in the process. Kara cleans it up from where it is smudged with a thumb. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Lena replies, stepping back so Kara can leave but grabs her hand as she passes her which prompts her to look back. “I meant it, Kara, you look beautiful.”

She lets her go and they both move away with matching smiles, the group pretending not to watch their intimate moment but their admiration for the pair evident on their faces.

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[danceylancey]

CW: violence

It’s probably the seventh or eighth Coalition type event they’ve had, same as all the others just different faces and buildings, when Lance finds an assassin. It’s a gut instinct that gets him to check one of the upper level hallways, a little twist in his stomach that makes the idea of good feel wrong. The assassin in question is Galra, sleek purple armour and a non-glowing rifle of some kind pointed directly at princess Alura. He’s not stupid, he doesn’t kick up a fuss and manages to sneak up behind the assassin and knock them out. He turns to call for the others only to find Coran behind him with a thin blade held in his hand. He gives the unconscious body a dark look then beams up at Lance, telling him he did a good job but that he’ll take it from there. He says not to mention it to the others and maybe it’s just because of the praise he has gotten, but Lance listens. It’s subtle but persistent, the way that Coran shows him how to spot assassins and mercenaries, bounty hunters and inner traitors, but Lance picks it up. It’s several months before he finds out what Coran does with the people he captures, the ones he doesn’t kill with his beautiful dagger, and Lance is both disturbed and ashamed of himself for being so ignorant to such a dark part of war. Coran is a different man when he teaches Lance how to interrogate and torture, he’s quiet and calculating, no fun stories or silly jokes. Lance learns to do the same, to distance who he is when he holds his Bayard and who he is when he holds a man’s sanity in his hands. He works with Coran to be the Princesses body guard, her secret agent without her even knowing, and soon finds himself feeling more important to them team. He knows they would be disgusted if they found out, but after he tortured a man into telling him why he was targeting Pidge and seeing his track record, he looses all remorse. Lance knows that war is dirty, so he’ll take all the grime he can do they don’t have to.

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A New Beginning: A Supergirl 6x20 Re-Write

Chapter Eight: The Future In-Laws

With Zor-El and Alura seated on the Sofa, and Lena and J’onn in their respective matching chairs, Lena takes a deep breath before she starts.

“The reason I’m here is actually pretty important. Alura, the last time you saw me was when we both dealt with the Harun- El. After that, Kara and I went through a pretty rocky roller coaster with our friendship. I did some things that still haunt me; how I could treat my best friend the way I did was absolutely revolting. That being said, she also told me why she kept her identity from me for so long. I now see why she did, and I am forever grateful she did.

Since then, our friendship hasn’t been the only thing that has gotten stronger. We…became official at Alex’s wedding. And these past few months have been some of the best memories of my life. I love your daughter so much. I think about her every minute of every day. My favorite part of every day is going home to her because that means I get to hear about her day while I make us dinner. After that, we curl up on the couch, and let her snuggle close to the point where I don’t care if she's crushing me. My magic is nothing compared to her power of being a literal ray of sunshine. She makes me a better person, and she makes me want to continue to improve on myself so that I can hopefully be the best partner for her in the future.

So, having said that…Zor-El, Alura, I come here to ask permission. Permission…to marry your daughter.”

Lena then takes out the small Tiffany’s Box, and shows her future in-laws the custom ring she had designed.

“My…” Zor-El gently touches the ring. “That is quite a magnificent ring. Did you design this?”

“I know it’s not as intricate as some of the architecture I’ve seen here, but…” Lena noticed Alura had yet to say a word. “After getting to know Kara, she doesn’t need anything grand to be happy.”

“Miss Luthor, I need you to promise me something.”

“Anything.” Lena puts this ring away and straightens up her posture.

“I need you to promise me that if Kara seems standoffish towards you, to not to jump to the worst case scenario. Let her open up to you when she’s ready. Especially now that we know of her life. I also want you to promise me to be her rock, even when you fight. From how you just spoke about her…I can tell there is an immense amount of love that you have for my daughter. Lastly…if you ever need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.” Alura smiled. “You’re a part of this family now, and anything that happened in your past you’ve atoned for you don’t have to worry about any longer.” With a warm aura, she wraps Lena in a hug.

“Oh.” Lena was definitely holding her breath through that entire speech, but as soon as she felt Alura embrace her, not only did she exhale, but she returned the hug. “I feel a lot less nervous now.”

“That stoic persona never seems to be turned off.” Zor-El smirked.

“That is wonderful to hear.” Alura chuckled invitingly.

“Now that we have that out of the way, we really should be heading back unfortunately. With Kara, Alex and Kelly at work, who knows what Nia and Brainy are teaching Esme.” J’onn was half joking and half serious; about 60/40.

“Of course.” Alura walks with Lena and J’onn back to his ship. “Miss Luthor…thank you. It means a lot seeing you hold Kara’s life and home so dearly.”

“A long time ago, I wanted to break away from my family. I wanted to be the person to share a home with a Kryptonian. And…I guess I spoke that into fruition.”

“And Kara has the best person in her corner for the rest of her life.” Zor-El, with his arm around his wife, waves them off.

“So…What’s the next step?” J'onn curiously asked before hitting light speed.

“Time to plan the perfect proposal.” Excitement was coursing through Lena’s body as the gas pedal was hit.

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[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Can I please a smut with dom siren!seonghwa?

I love the concept of a siren with him,

And I mean like the mermaid type of siren.

Thank you!!

Mommy

siren!hwa x fem reader

Trigger warnings: none that i can think of!

Content warnings: names (baby, my love, angel, mommy sorry not sorry he’s so mother), choking, oral (f receiving), very mild breeding kink, hwa uses his powers for sex good idk i just liked the idea lmao

Summary: your boyfriend just wants to reward you

Word count: 4.3k

A/N: bestie i’m so sorry this took so long but oooooh lord. anyways. two in a little over one week after being on hiatus? not too shabby. also decided to try something a little different with the pov so lmk what you all think! enjoy my loves! 🥰

Tags: @bahng-chrizz @foxinnie8

Smut below the cut

I let out a soft sigh as I curled up in my chair, looking out over the water. Sitting with my knees to my chest, I sipped my tea from my favorite mug as I watched the sunset. I’d inherited my brother’s beach house, which was settled in a quaint coastal town, a few months ago and had finally gotten settled into a routine. Every evening, I’d sit on my private dock and watch the sky turn shades of orange and pink before heading inside once the moon graced me with her beauty.

After a short while, I saw the very end of a tail pop out of the water before quickly dipping back below the surface. I smiled softly and stood, placing my tea on the table. I’d always loved watching the fishes and wanted to get a closer look. I’d never seen one with such a large tail in this area. How big could this thing be?

I walked to the edge of the dock and stared out at the water, trying to spot the fish again when I saw a brief splash only a few yards away. Excited, I laid down on my stomach and dipped a hand into the water. It was coming towards me.

But what greeted me a moment later was not a massive fish. It was the face of a man. The most beautiful man I’d ever seen, in fact. And he was emerging from the water, his face mere inches from mine. His hair was slicked back and water droplets ran down face, eventually dripping from his nose and chin. His lips were full and his cheekbones were high. He had a strong brow and curious, sparkling eyes. He looked elegant. Princely. Soft.

Of course, I couldn’t help but let out a scream as I scrambled back. “What the fuck?!” I shouted as I jumped to my feet.

“Who are you?” He tilted his head as he reached for the edge of the dock.

“Who am I? Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m Seonghwa. I’ve seen you here before. Who are you? Where is the man who lives here?” My heart sank at his question and I frowned.

“I’m y/n. That man was my brother. He died and left me the house.” I said quietly, looking out at the horizon. “How did you know him?”

“He died?” The man, Seonghwa, looked alarmed as he started to hoist himself out of the water with wide eyes. “How? When? He said he’d come back.” He sounded frantic. Panicked.

“He was sick. It’s been about six months now.” I paused, crossing my arms over my chest. “But you didn’t answer my question. How did you know my brother?”

He paused when he was halfway out of the water and I noticed something shimmering on his body, a few inches below his belly button. “He was a friend. He saved me and in return I gave him company. We spent much time here on the dock.”

“He never mentioned that…” I said warily, backing away a few steps.

“I asked him to keep my existence a secret.”

“Why?”

“You remind me of him.” He suddenly changed the subject with a dazzling smile that left me breathless. Was my mind playing tricks on me or were his teeth just a bit too sharp to seem human? “He was just as guarded the first time we met. He saved me but then interrogated me for hours. I was a captive audience as I was injured but the conversation grew lighthearted once he was satisfied with my answers. He asked many questions. You do too.”

“It’s only natural to ask questions when a strange man emerges from the water and says he knew my late brother.” I rolled my eyes, fighting not to grin. The situation was bizarre not to laugh.

“You seem to have the same temperament as him too.” He hummed, seemingly deciding on something. “I can trust you then. But you have to keep my secret.” And with that, he jumped out of the water. I expected the secret to be that he was a local who went skinny dipping for shits and giggles but I stood in stunned silence when I saw a shimmering blue-green tail. The same tail I’d seen splash out of the water only a few minutes prior. He had fins on his forearms that I hadn’t noticed before and one running down his upper back that stopped halfway down his spine as well, all of them the same deep teal as his tail. His beauty was terrifying and would surely haunt me for a long while. Maybe even the rest of my life.

“Y-you…you- what the FUCK?!”

“Shh!” He brought a finger to his lips and I clamped my mouth shut, looking around to make sure none of my neighbors were outside. Their houses were quite a ways away since each house had a private dock with space for a mid-sized boat but I was certain I was loud enough to draw attention to myself. “You can’t tell anyone about this. They’ll hunt me down and torture me in the name of science.”

I nodded, dumbfounded as he transformed before my eyes. Within minutes, his tail was replaced with a pair of legs and he stood before me as any other human man.

And he was stark naked.

He was stunning. Slender, toned, and tan. His shoulders were a bit wider than his hips, which were narrow and led to a pair of long legs. my eyes trailed back up his legs, tempted to take in every part of his body, and I realized I was gawking.

I quickly looked away and cleared my throat awkwardly. “Um…would you like to come in? I still have some of my brother’s clothes, I’m sure something will fit.”

He nodded and started for my house, leaving me standing alone on the dock, dumbfounded by what was going on and admiring his ass. My big brother was friends with a fucking merman and never told me?! I rushed to catch up to him, grabbing my now-cold cup of tea as I chased after him. By the time I caught up, he was reaching for my door.

Once we were both inside, I turned towards him, once again forcing myself to make eye contact and not stare at his perfect body. “Just…wait here. I’ll be right back.” I instructed before scurrying off to one of the spare rooms where I kept my brother’s belongings.

“You changed things.” I heard him say and puffed out a sigh.

“Yeah. It was hard moving in and seeing all his things.” I explained, hearing his footsteps as he wandered around the living room. “I kept everything, I just put it all away.” I finally found the box of clothes and rummaged around until I found a pair of sweats and a loose tank top. I rejoined him and held out the clothes, looking anywhere but at him. “Here. Can I get you anything to drink?”

“I’m alright, thank you.” He smiled again as he reached for the clothes and my heart raced. Something about him was drawing me in. He was intoxicating. “You're much prettier than him.” He said after a few moments of staring at me, finally taking the clothes and making his way towards the bathroom to get dressed as if I hadn’t just seen every inch of him.

“Um…thanks?” I stared after him, entirely bewildered at the turn the evening had taken.

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I let out a soft sigh as my fingertips danced over the scales that reached up his lower back. That night had been the beginning of my romance with Seonghwa, who was now a fixture in my life. The two of us had spent hours talking about my late brother, sharing stories and fighting back tears. He’d held me until I fell asleep and I woke up the next morning to the clothes folded neatly on the end of the sofa and a note on top, scrawled in beautifully messy handwriting. See you soon.

“You're staring again.”

“Hmm?” I lifted my head from my arm and offered a sheepish grin. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to. Just thinking.”

“About what?” He asked, shuddering as my fingertips ghosted over a particularly sensitive spot just above the fin that ran down the back of his tail.

“The night we met.” I hummed, laying my head back down with a tiny smile. “Beautiful.” I whispered, touching the same spot as before. I knew he liked it.

He smiled softly and pulled himself up on the dock, kissing my forehead. “It was the best night of my life.” He responded, opting not to address my comment.

“Mine too.” I whispered, closing my eyes at his touch. I opened my eyes a moment later and looked up at him. “Do you want to come in? It’s getting kind of cool out here.”

When he nodded, I got up and backed away, leaving space for him to get on the dock while I grabbed the clothes I’d picked for him. It had become routine for me to meet him at the dock with an outfit and watch the sunset before inviting him in. He usually stayed the night with me and then went back to the water during the day when I had to work.

I watched in awe as he transformed before my eyes. It was a mildly unsettling sight but I could never manage to tear my eyes away, always intrigued. He didn’t look bothered despite how uncomfortable the transformation appeared. He’d explained early on, with mild indignance, that he was a siren, not a merman like I’d originally thought, and told me how his magic worked. It was kind of confusing but the main points were that changing forms didn’t hurt him and that his power wasn’t simply used to lure sailors to their deaths, like most fantasy books said. In fact, he’d used his charms to lull me to sleep the night we met after seeing my grief over my brother.

Once he was dressed, we walked up the dock towards my house. His arms were around my waist the moment I closed the door. “You look so beautiful tonight, my love.” He murmured, pulling I against him.

“So do you.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled up at him.

He leaned down and caught my lips in a gentle kiss, bringing one hand to the back of my head. I shivered when his fingers tangled in my hair and gave a gentle tug. After two years, he knew exactly how to manipulate my body and heat pooled between my legs as he nipped at my bottom lip. It was almost embarrassing how quickly he ignited such need in me.

I dragged my hands down his chest and inched my fingers under his shirt, whining softly when he pulled back. “Let’s go to the bedroom, darling.” His voice took on that tone I knew all too well and I quickly followed his instructions, knowing it was best to follow his orders.

When I reached my room, he sat on the bed and motioned for me to stand between his legs. I complied, smiling to myself when he slipped his hands under my shirt and lifted it over my head. He frowned at the sight of my bra and I laughed. “Don’t worry, it has a zipper.”

“Good. I fucking hate fighting with those hooks. They’re so finicky.” He huffed and for a moment I saw his cute, childish side. As soon as he noticed my adoring expression, however, he gathered himself and wrapped his arms around me. “My beautiful girl…” he whispered as he pressed his lips to my stomach.

I shivered at his tone as my hands moved to rest on his shoulders, goosebumps appearing on my skin at his touch. I didn’t speak as his tongue darted out to tease me, biting back a pathetic noise when he slipped a hand between my legs and touched me through my shorts. His touch was gentle, further cementing my thoughts on his elegance. He could never be rough with me unless I begged, despite possessing the inhuman physical abilities that all sirens had. I was too precious to him. Too fragile.

“Tell me, my love, what do you want? You’ve been such a good girl lately, I think you deserve a treat.” His voice took on that mind-numbingly sweet tone and I felt myself growing dizzy as a fresh wave of arousal washed over me.

“I want you, Hwa.” I whimpered, grinding down against his fingers.

“Hwa?” He paused, looking up at me. I froze on the spot. I knew what he wanted me to call him, what I secretly wanted to call him, but I was always too shy to do it unprompted. “Is that my name, baby?”

“No…” I bit my lip and fought hard to maintain eye contact.

“Say my name then.” His eyes seemed to grow dark for a brief moment and warmth flooded my chest as my stomach did a somersault. He was using his magic on me.

“M-mommy…” I whined softly, cheeks going a soft pink.

“Good girl.” He cooed and applied more pressure to my clothed core as he continued. “Now, tell me again what it is that you want.”

“I want you, mommy. Please?” I begged despite my embarrassment as his magic compelled me to do the tasks I was too shy to do without his…encouragement.

The noise he let out made my head spin and I clenched around nothing, my panties sticking uncomfortably to my folds. “My good girl even used her manners.” His tone was almost taunting as he pulled me onto his lap.

I stifled a small noise and settled on his thighs with no hesitation as his long fingers teased my hips. The skin just above my waistband once more erupted in goosebumps at his featherlight touch and I shivered. “Of course I did, mommy. I wanna be good for you.” I murmured, waiting for him to tell me what to do next.

He chuckled softly and nodded, hands sliding to squeeze my ass. “You always are, baby.” He assured me, leaning up to peck my lips.

The peck turned into a fiery kiss when I looped my arms around his neck and wiggled in his lap in an adorable attempt to grind on him. He was hard beneath my ass and I wanted to feel him. He made a sound in the back of his throat as he laid back and flipped us both over to pin me to the mattress. He immediately rolled his hips against mine and I gasped against his lips.

He broke the kiss and moved to trail his lips along my neck, sucking and biting occasionally. Each nip had I arching into him as heat pooled in my belly. “Mommy, please-” I gasped, gently tugging at his hair as his lips moved lower.

His elegant fingers tugged at the zipper of my bra, freeing my breasts in a matter of seconds. He pulled back just a bit to admire me and I saw his eyes darken with lust. He wasted no time in latching onto my left nipple, tongue swirling around the stiff peak. I let out a soft cry when I felt his teeth scrape over my skin and he promptly switched sides, focusing on my right breast.

Much to my dismay, he didn’t spend much time on my chest, opting instead to work his way lower. His lips ghosted over the spot he’d been teasing before pulling me to his lap and I sighed, eyes slipping shut. I lifted my hips when his fingers hooked in my waistband and bit my lip as my shorts and panties traveled down my legs.

After tossing my clothes aside, Seonghwa guided my legs apart and made an appreciative noise deep in his chest. “My beautiful girl…you’re gonna take me so well, aren’t you?” I nodded immediately and he smirked. “But first, you're gonna let mommy suck on that pretty pussy, right, my love?”

“Yes, mommy.” I whimpered, clenching around nothing. It was almost embarrassing how wet I was when he’d barely done anything. Almost.

“Good girl.” I moaned weakly at the name and he chuckled softly. “You always respond so well to that name.” He cooed as he leaned down. He kissed my belly while his hands guided my legs to his shoulders, tongue circling my navel like he knew I liked.

“Tickles…” I whispered and bit my lip, lifting my head to watch as he brought his mouth a breath away from my aching cunt. He didn’t immediately dive in and I wanted to scream but managed to keep my composure as he blew on me.

He ran a single finger through my folds and I felt my body grow weak. Keeping my head up so I could look at him was becoming a chore as he finally pressed a chaste kiss to my clit. I felt dizzy from the simple touch. “Mommy, please…” I whimpered, fighting the urge to grab a fistful of his silky black hair and drag him into me.

My plea seemed to be the only thing he needed because a moment later he sucked my clit into his mouth and a low growl rumbled in his chest at my resulting moan. One thing I loved about Seonghwa was just how enthusiastic he was to go down on me. He ate pussy like a madman and always made sure to finish me off before we even got to the actual fucking. I could live with his head between my legs.

The fight to keep my head up was lost and I found myself staring at the ceiling, my eyes slipping shut a moment later as a long, slender finger entered me. “Mommy…�� I mewled, my hands moving to my chest. 

“Taste so fuckin’ good, baby.” He groaned against me and my hips bucked of their own accord. He brought an arm up and slung it across my hips, pinning me to the bed. “Don’t move, angel. Let me enjoy my meal.”

“Sorry, mommy.” I bit my lip as I tugged at my nipple, my back arching slightly when he curled his finger. “Oh-” I gasped.

He didn’t say a word as he added another finger and quickly curled them to reach that same spot that had my whole body burning. He licked and sucked until my legs trembled on either side of his head. He made a small appreciative sound against me and the vibrations damn near made me squeal.

Then he pulled back and I was about to pout when he added a third finger. He curled them instantly and his pace became rough and my back bowed off the bed. “Oh my god!” I cried out, quickly bringing my hand to my mouth. I didn’t mean to muffle my sounds, I just needed something to sink my teeth into and my knuckles were perfect for the job.

He kept his pace and the coil in the pit of my belly wound tighter. He leaned back in and pressed a soft kiss to my clit and it felt like lightning struck my body. My hips jerked at the contact but his arm kept me in place and I felt him smirk against me.

Eyes now watery, I looked down at him and found him staring back at me. His eyes darkened once more as he watched me fall apart and simply muttered a few words in a language I now recognized as his mother tongue, his voice sending vibrations through my pussy. Instantly, warmth was blooming in my chest and I found myself whimpering behind my hand as an intense pleasure filled my body.

He knew how much I loved when he used his power to intensify my pleasure and helped me along quite often.

My orgasm hit me like a truck, steamrolling me as he lapped at my pussy. He kept his pace even as I began to writhe, his eyes glinting with mischief. A second orgasm approached and just as I was about to come undone, he pulled back. I let out a disapproving whine but didn’t argue further. Instead, I started to sit up.

“Can I-”

“Did I say you could get up?” Immediately I sank back down against the sheets. “Don’t move.” His eyes flashed. I couldn’t even if I wanted to, though the warmth spreading in my chest made any desire to disobey flee my body entirely. He’d pinned me to the bed with a simple glare and I watched helplessly as he undressed himself, my palms itching to help him.

My mouth watered when his cock sprung free from the confines of his shorts and he took a step toward me. “I’m gonna fuck this tight little pussy and you’re gonna fall apart on my cock, understood? I’m not stopping until I hear you begging for mercy.”

I clenched around nothing and nodded eagerly. I loved when he got like this. When he was so worked up that my reward turned into him simply ravaging me. I wanted him and he was damn sure going to give me what I wanted until I couldn’t take any more.

He lined up and urged my knees toward my chest, sheathing himself inside me in one fluid motion. The fullness I felt in that moment was one of my favorite things. He always fit so perfectly inside me, filling every inch of my pussy like it was made for him.

“Shit, baby…” His groan made me tense in anticipation. Every time he cursed like that, he gave it to me hard, just the way I liked it. He was careful with me, of course. I was his fragile little human. But he knew I preferred him fucking me furiously over taking me slowly and he gave it to me as a reward.

He also punished me that way but that was a story for another time.

“Mommy-” My breath hitched on the first thrust and my eyelids fluttered as his hand found my throat.

His pace was brutal, the sound of skin slapping filling the room in record time. He was precise with each thrust and my eyes rolled back when he gave my throat a gentle squeeze. Molten lava filled my veins as my vision swam.

He let up quickly, having long since learned my limits, and leaned down to crash his lips to mine. His taste mingled with my juices in the most intoxicating way and I let out another small whimper.

The coil in my belly was back and more intense than before as he reached a part of me that had stars dotting my vision. “Oh fuck- there!” I cried, the sound muffled by his lips. He drank up the sound with a low groan and slammed into me harder, determined to make me fall apart before he did.

It didn’t take him very long to accomplish that. Not even a minute after I had the thought that I wouldn’t last much longer, my orgasm washed over me. I swear the edges of my vision blurred with the force of it. A scream ripped from my throat as he continued to fuck me through my orgasm, showing no signs of letting up any time soon.

“That’s a good girl. Just like that.” He praised, pulling back just enough to watch me writhe beneath him. “You look so beautiful when you cum all over my cock, angel.”

Warmth flooded my chest again and I let out another cry as a third orgasm slammed into me, Seonghwa’s magic holding me captive as it settled deep in my belly. He was doing this on purpose of course. He wanted to make sure I was sated. He always did.

“Look at me.” He demanded. I did. I couldn’t look away. He was stunning like this. He looked powerful on top of me.

When I felt a fourth orgasm building, tears filled my eyes and I begged for mercy. “Mommy, please- too much-” The words came out as a broken sob of pleasure.

“You can take one last one for me, can’t you, my love?” I nodded frantically, knowing he’d give me a break after I’d cum a fourth time. “Good girl. That’s what I thought.” He grunted as sweat dripped from his chin and landed between my breasts. “Fuck, baby. You look so perfect right now. Just wanna fill you up with my cum and watch you try not to waste a single drop. Wanna breed that perfect pussy and give you a baby.”

“Please!” I sobbed, nodding furiously. I needed that. Needed him to fill me to the brim and make it so blindingly obvious who I belonged to.

“Yeah? You want that?” I nodded again as my orgasm barreled towards me. “Then cum for me, angel. One last time and I’ll give you every last drop.”

I let go, my back bowing off the bed as my whole body shuddered with delight. The sensation was so strong it made my toes curl and my watery eyes roll back as I let out one final cry. I bet I looked possessed with the way my body spasmed.

With a final curse, Seonghwa let go and spilled inside me, his thrusts becoming sloppy and losing rhythm as his high crashed over him. He only stopped when I let out a pathetic whimper, my body aching from all the pleasure he’d given me. Slowly, he pulled out and I whimpered when I felt his cum begin to leak out of me.

“You’re wasting it.” He teased as he laid down beside me, throwing a strong arm over my waist. “Are you okay, my love?”

“I couldn’t be better.” I smiled as I rolled over to face him, eyes already drooping. “I love you, Hwa.”

“I love you too. So fucking much.” He whispered. His words were the last thing I heard before I drifted off to sleep in his protective embrace.

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23 and 24 in fic in review meme

23. Share the final version of a sentence or paragraph you struggled with. What about it was challenging? Are you happy with how it turned out?

There's a scene in Even Though You're Kryptonian, where Lex aims the phantom zone projector at Lena, and Kara jumps in front of her. Lena briefly thinks Lex missed, until she realizes otherwise:

But Kara glanced down at her own hip, and Lena’s eyes followed, landing on the blue supersuit giving way to a cascade of colors as it rapidly began to spread across Kara’s body. No, Lena thought, no no no, Kara- Lena glanced back up to Kara’s face, sorrowful blue eyes meeting her own, Kara’s brows furrowed slightly in some mixture of trepidation and acceptance. “Lena,” she whispered, as the fractured light spread rapidly across her body, crawling up her chest and along her arms. “Kara, don’t go-” Kara smiled softly, the expression not quite reaching her melancholic eyes, as the light enveloping her reached her neck and her face, becoming nothing but a burning, bright as it enveloped her in her entirety - the wide flame suddenly collapsing into a small sphere as it hovered. A momentary, brilliant spark that vibrated quickly, before snapping out of existence. And Kara was gone.

I really wanted that scene to land - it's a chapter-ender that sets up the remainder of the fic, and it's supposed to be especially wrenching because... Kara and Lena are still in full Rift Mode in the fic. I originally had it with more dialogue, but realized that didn't feel right (vibe or pace). I think it came out doing what I intended that scene to do.

24. What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

Alura.

In early outlines of Darkness in All Things, I didn't know what I was going to do with her. She couldn't be let off easily - she had nearly destroyed the human species. But I didn't want to make her a simple evil villain. For a long time, I thought I was going to kill her, but I didn't want to give Kara yet another trauma on top of a pile of traumas.

I think I found the balance (at least for me, if not the reader) allowing her to be complex and yet not simply absolved. After all, the story is about the darkness in all things, and how we wrestle with it. (Though not everything in my head on the topic would be obvious to the reader, I think, but that's okay.)

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May 1959. Since Kara Zor-El returned to the regular comics continuity in 2004, Supergirl's origin has included a peculiar contrivance: While she's still a teenage girl, she actually grew up on Krypton, and was sent to Earth so that she could take care of her baby cousin Kal-El, whom she used to babysit, only to end up in suspended animation for years so that she's now younger than he. (Thanks, I hate it!)

This idea has filtered into other versions, including the SUPERGIRL show on The CW, but it is definitely not something present in the original comics. As seen in these pages from her first appearance in ACTION COMICS #252 back in 1959, in her original pre-Crisis incarnation, Supergirl was born after Krypton was destroyed. Moreover, not only was there no implication that she would become Kal-El's super-babysitter, her parents were not initially aware that Zor-El's nephew had even survived the destruction of Krypton:

(No, that's not how telescopes work — it was the Silver Age, just roll with it. For that matter, given the now well-documented and horrific health consequences of childhood lead exposure, the assertion that Kara could grow up healthy because of the "leaden shield" under their community is also rather alarming. Try not to dwell on it, I guess?)

There were various amendments to this story during the Silver Age, but later versions consistently maintain that Zor-El didn't marry and Kara was not born until "some years" after Krypton exploded. She arrived on Earth when she was 15 years old and her cousin was an adult. Thus, Kara was not even born until probably around the time her cousin was in middle school on Earth.

A few other points of note under the cut.

If you look closely at the original account in ACTION COMICS #252, the community of survivors in which Supergirl grew up is not actually named. As best I can determine, the name "Argo City" was first introduced in a subsequent retelling of the story in ACTION COMICS #280, more than two years later:

(The gaps in the lettering around "Argo City" and the slightly irregular baselines of those words are unusual, and make me wonder if Jerry Siegel's script originally specified a different name that was changed during production. If so, that further suggests this was the first reference to the name of the city.)

Even by the standards of the Silver Age, the idea that the city was surrounded by a "bubble of air" that miraculously enabled the inhabitants to survive for years in space strains credibility a bit. Subsequent accounts establish that before Krypton exploded, Zor-El had arranged to enclose Argo City in a "non-breakable plastic dome" containing "a germ-proof atmosphere that can wipe out all disease" — an unusual feature with which other Kryptonian cities were not equipped. (He's seen testing an early of this invention over his own home in a story in SUPERMAN'S GIRL FRIEND LOIS LANE #26, which shows Kal-El as a toddler and thus probably takes place probably a few months before the destruction of Krypton.) As shown in ACTION COMICS #309 in 1964, for instance:

The latter story also indicates that Zor-El created a "jet drive" to propel the city toward an inhabited star system, but this effort was sabotaged by a religious fanatic called Jer-Em, who was sent to the Phantom Zone for his interference (and ironically survived the destruction of Argo City as a result).

Another oddity is that Kara's mother is not actually named in either her original appearance or various early retellings of Supergirl's origin. It appears that her name (Alura, sometimes spelled "Allura" and later specified as Alura In-Ze) was first given in ACTION COMICS #291 in 1961, when Mr. Mxyzptlk transported Kara's parents through time as part of a plan to convince Supergirl to marry him:

The above story concluded with Mr. Mxyzptlk being sent back to his own dimension, causing Zor-El and Alura to return to their own time, seemingly to die. This was awfully grim, so a couple of years later, in ACTION COMICS #309, Supergirl learns that her parents narrowly escaped from Argo City in the Survival Zone, another dimension like the Phantom Zone, but "on a different wavelength":

In ACTION COMICS #310, Supergirl manages to free her parents from the Survival Zone. They subsequently decide to settle in the Bottle City of Kandor, while Kara remains on Earth with her foster parents, Fred and Edna Danvers:

Zor-El and Alura later resettled on Rokyn after Kandor was enlarged in SUPERMAN #338. Their last appearance was in SUPERMAN #414, shortly after Kara's death.

Finally, later Silver Age stories assert that normal Green Kryptonite has no effect on Kryptonians without super-powers, or on non-Kryptonians. A later retelling of Supergirl's origin in THE SUPERMAN FAMILY #184–185 rationalizes the apparent discrepancy by saying the radioactive material under Argo City was a rare Green-K isotope called "Anti-Kryptonite," which is also lethal to non-powered Kryptonians. Sure, why not?

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KARA AND LORI!! PLS THATS LITERALLY SOMETHING I HAD/HAVE IN MY AU!!

Pls I need to know more I love them so much and I fr think about them and how well they would get along

YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! i think they'd meet through kara wanting to spend time with and properly get to know kon after his resurrection, and for a while they'd like only be vaguely friends who mostly only see each other when kara's visiting the farmhouse and lori (and often simon and sajan) also are there. but then after a sleepover that kon invites his friends over for because he's like kara you GOTTA experience mario party with a full house, lori and kara end up exchanging numbers. slow build friendship dynamic. when lori visits metropolis she makes a point of seeking kara out. they go on a coffee date at some hipster lil coffeeshop lana recommends and lori LOVES it and kara's like oh no she's cute...

but also there is Something about kara blaming herself for alura's death + lori slowly watching lena wither away and not being able to do anything about it (... and, if we want to go that route, both of them going AND FUCK LEX LUTHOR!!!!!!!!!! about it, too.) the grief and anger and shared understanding. but also the way it could absolutely blow up in their faces ("at least you still have your mother!"). i think they should have at least one really nasty argument and then come back together and work it out and come away with a stronger bond because of it. also i just like it when girls get to be messy too.

also for comedy: both of them separately going to kon about their lesbian crises and hes just like. okay seriously why are all of my friends lesbians what is it about me.

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A Month

by NagoBeifong

Lena and Kara have this Museum exhibit premier but, before that, Lena discovers something unexpected. Kara Danvers doesn't know they are dating. She is that oblivious. She prepares herself for the "We've been dating for a month" talk, but the exhibit has more surprises than she could have thought.

Words: 4121, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, Clark Kent, Alura In-Ze | Alura Zor-El, Zor-El

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Additional Tags: Kara being another kind of oblivious, Lena gets to be happy in this fic, Oblivious, Idiots in Love, alex danvers needs a raise

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