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[theevangelion]

Alpha Daddy: Chapter II

The days passed. Friday came quickly, though Lena wouldn’t tonight. A night to settle and adjust and see if things felt comfortable seemed more appropriate, Kara wanted to get all of this as right as she could.

Sunset this high up in the city loomed burned orange through the windows, felt aesthetically pleasing in a way that superseded Kara’s ability to string words and explanations why, but the place laid in comfortable disarray like a penthouse doing its best impression of a loft, there were books stacked everywhere, paintings propped and leaned, mismatching antique furniture and restored brass furnishings and all of it sat bathed in terracotta dusk. A wave of honey dulcet quiet in the air. A Friday evening doing its best impression of Sunday afternoon.

All the dust in the air sat trapped and visible like it should, like one expects from hot early Autumn evenings and homes filled with antique brass and mismatching woods overlapping, and so without words to explain why it was all so quietly clean and exactly as it should be, everything felt right regardless, and Kara’s anxieties unwound from the day and took their thumb off tight muscles in her jaw.

Kara pottered around Lena’s place waiting for her to reappear from the shower. She disregarded conversations several blocks away and sirens that could cope without her tonight, fully aware Alex would call if help was needed, half-suspecting that her sister actually probably wouldn’t call at all.

Thinking about it, missile silos could fire nuclear bombs either direction. Alex would still insist she needed some semblance of an ordinary, normal twenty-something year old life—girlfriend included.

So Kara stood there mindless and blank headed, in her girlfriend’s kitchen but out of her body, listening to the running order of cabinets opening and closing in the bathroom, a peeled banana in one hand and a glass of cold white wine in the other. She wasn’t convinced the combination worked. Another bite followed by a sip confirmed her hypothesis. It didn’t stop her, she nibbled and sipped, expecting a different outcome each time, then wrinkling her nose and slapping her mouth from the taste.

It was thick with heat in the air, the warmth kicking out from vents that left sweat prickled on her back and awkward clinginess to her boxers, but Lena liked the place stifling, liked the grey boxers and the shape of her shaft, the sway, the bounce, the absence of tight panties that smoothed and hid away a part of her body that, no matter how many times Lena saw, she always looked then looked again with wide eyes.

It was sweet. It was textbook adorable baby girl behaviour, a clinical symptom of Lena’s softest layers of subspace stirring and nibbling at her bottom lip and slippering pretty panties wet and damp. Lena never liked to admit it, Kara always asked anyway.

“You look so pretty when you squeeze your thighs together. Does it always make you wet, or only when I wear the grey ones?” Kara beamed with quiet confidence and all the correct answers in her back pocket.

“I…” Lena laughed nervously and looked everywhere and anywhere. “I just…”

The blush always went cherry-coloured, and Lena would stutter and stumble and get so embarrassed she couldn’t speak. Around this point, Kara decided it wasn’t adorable or funny and put her out of her misery.

“It’s okay if you’re shy with explicit words. You can just say you like the grey ones, baby.”

The pandering got to her. Kara saw it clear as day when Lena’s jaw went tense, tight and clenching. She loved being managed so softly, she hated being managed so softly, and while the war was going on within her brain, Kara often reached down and briefly stroked her cock over the material of her boxers—adjusting herself a moment too long to be decent.

Something would change in Lena’s eyes.

It wasn’t the same as heat, not even close, it wasn’t frantic or cracked or so desperate that Lena ever looked as though she were fighting against her skin. But Lena would exhale softly between her little crimson lips, then wind the corner of her mouth in her teeth, antsy and chewing and smirking into a primal subspace she felt inadequate and embarrassed about.

“Daddy I like the grey ones,” Lena always managed to quietly rasp the words out.

The rasp got Kara every time—shattered her each and every way. The husking, textured need in the back of her voice. If she wasn’t hard, which she usually already was, then the embarrassed little voice sent her up like a flare.

People rarely guessed her assignation right away—not correctly at least. Everyone had an opinion about that kind of thing, whether it was pertinent, whether it was important to conform and conduct and present. What was an Alpha supposed to look and behave like? She was polite and mild-mannered because that was inherent and earnest. It was Alpha to be those things because Kara felt the statement correct and true.

She didn’t bristle or flare her nostrils or speak crudely.

Except sometimes—usually in grey boxers.

There was something inexplicable about it. Lena would look at her, all green eyes and blushing cheeks, feeling things in parts of her body that she didn’t know how to hide or be discrete about despite wanting to be. Kara growled in those moments and felt her nostrils flare because how could they not?

Lena called her Daddy.

Game over.

No resolve or restraint or mild-manners to be found anywhere.

Daddy. Kara felt that word, felt it everywhere in her body, like all the dumbest stereotypes and cheesiest romance novels were scientific research studies. And so she would growl and clench and touch her like a woman, babytalk her like a little well-behaved good girl. Take her thighs back with warm palms and kiss her dripping cunt and swelling little clit, some nights, slip her tongue inside places that left them both too embarrassed to mention about the next morning.

She handled Lena in precise, dominant ways that were sometimes a little cruel and sometimes abundantly adoring and always so connective that, for days after, Kara felt if she were expected to present publicly in a way that accurately communicated her identity?

White sneakers and the crispest socks.

A baseball cap.

Her phone secured to her belt in a holster and her shirt rolled up her forearms.

Kara wasn’t sure what being an Alpha had to do with anything out there in the world, but it had everything to do with who she was in the small four walls and quiet warmth of privacy. She was Lena’s Daddy—that was that.

The shower ran, the water went in loud splashes off limbs and shoulders and edges of bones. Kara heard it and that was enough, she imagined dripping jet black hair and gleaming pale skin and damp clean freckles, and she smiled wider, thinking of all the places she wanted to kiss and suck and nibble in long trails going back and forth nowhere and everywhere. Little sensitive pink nipples that needed to be bitten and sucked too hard. Lena broke every time and whimpered through croaking rasps where her pronunciations usually sat prim and ladylike.

Kara loved it, loved touching them, loved the feeling of a warm nude body careening into bed on Friday night with a movie on the agenda, Lena’s lips coming up to kiss and peck along her jaw innocently enough, and Kara slipped her hand up a push-pulling belly and grazed fingertips over little puffy nipples that stiffened on her lightest touch.

“Daddy…”

It always came so shakily out of her mouth, so quick and responsive and desperate.

Kara would coo over her always, push her on her back, kiss little stiff nipples in a flurry of pecks and grazing teeth and swirling tongue. A bounce in her upright cock, it stiffened awake with rushing blood flow and webbing precum.

A shower and grower, Kara was humble about it, maybe only because she had felt so ashamed when she was younger. It wasn’t fun being a shy, awkward introvert adolescent with changes and development that sat so at odds with her demeanour. Her cock spilled out of her panties, rarely behaved, hung low and heavy and threatened the hem of her skirt with foreskin and accumulating inches she wanted to slow to a halt. It took time to be okay. It took time to know it was more than okay to feel good and care about girls feeling good, that she was capable of making them feel good. Kara got there, in her own time.

Older and alright with herself, Kara had ten thick solid inches that took up space between her slender legs and could not be avoided or glanced past. She wouldn’t care if she had five, but she had ten, and she wouldn’t push them inside Lena even if she did ask.

Even if she wasn’t a virgin, even if the stars aligned and Lena’s pink lips pressed open on the stretch of her reddened slippery gland, nudging at the little pristine hole, dribbling and webbing from the end of her cock with desperation to fuck the first blood out of her, Kara still would not give leverage and break her way slow and steady inside.

Lena hadn’t proved a heat and Kara would hurt her.

Not intentionally, not saviour-complex overanxious worrying, nor in some arrogant assumed way by virtue of her size and overbearing thickness. Lena hadn’t proved a heat and the little hymen in her cunt was rigid, tight and hypersensitive as a result. A single finger inside, Lena whimpered and winced in pain and puffed the kind of moans that had to be pressed against Kara’s pulse point in order to feel safe and grounded and okay.

If Kara pushed with her cock, Lena would break not as a temporary burning pain giving way to  shared pleasures. She would squeal and scream and break the way a dress seam rips under duress and can never be whole or healed after. Kara would never and could never.

It would hurt Lena.

Gentle as she was, Kara made her take the steady slipping finger, hushed and cooed and told a woman four years older to be her brave good girl, relax her muscles then let her little cunt hurt regardless.

There was something about the tight oversensitive hymen barely stretching, sucking so tight on her knuckle that Kara could imagine the burning achiness with clarity. A sudden and constant shifting in Lena’s hips and legs from the pressure. A gasp and wince. An outreach of needy arms thrusting forward that needed Daddy, that slipped and clung tight on Kara’s shoulders.

There and then, Lena’s lips craned and pushed and pressed rapid moans and struggling whimpers into the pulse point of Kara’s throat. Sometimes, more often than she felt proud about, Kara spurted and emptied and glugged out a ruined orgasm that didn’t feel ruined at all.

“Daddy it hurts,” Lena croaked and moaned into her jawline, some nights that always led to ruined orgasms dribbling out of her cock. “Daddy it’s burning—your finger. Inside. It’s stretching and it’s making me sting.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No Daddy. No, you don’t—you’re not understanding. I want more?”

“Well you can’t have more.”

“Please just break it?”

“Break it? Honey, no, it will hurt you.”

“I’m not a silly little girl.”

“You don’t feel like a big greedy one. You really want me to pick you up and force my cock inside? You can’t even get your hand around it, princess. I would have to press you against the wall and slam at your little pinprick hole with everything I had just to break into your cunt…”

“Daddy. Daddy fuck please? You can hurt it. Kara, please—”

“No.”

The pressure alone from a single finger moving in and out, slow and careful and so gentle through her tight hole, had tears dribbling and strangled pain in her whimpers.

“Please Daddy?”

“Remember how much it hurt when I pushed inside your asshole? You begged me to fuck you in your ass, you begged for weeks, told me just how good you had gotten with your fingers, remember what happened that night?”

Lena’s expression slackened and her moans grew loud and close.

“Your head popped inside my bottom too fast, and it hurt and I couldn’t take you any deeper and started to cry, but you kept your head…”

“Kept my head where?”

“Stuck inside my bottom, Daddy.” Lena couldn’t remember it without a flood of arousal dripping her thighs. “You kept it stuck there and made me reach back and stroke your shaft until you came inside of my…”

“Your very pretty, very sore, very stretched asshole.” Kara could count her down like clockwork. “You cried like a little girl. Do you remember after I finished inside of you?”

“Mhm.”

“If you make me ask I will stop and put your panties back on myself.”

“Daddy kissed it better. You kissed it better and rubbed your finger over and round the edges, in circles, until I went to sleep.” The moans went high and warbly and gasping. “Kara please push inside?” Lena always tried one last time.

“No baby.” A little come hither and quickening on her clit was all it ever took. “Sweet baby girl. You look so pretty when you cum so hard that it makes you cry. See, you didn’t need more. You just needed to hear Daddy say no.”

Kara loved rewarding, loved kissing and sucking on little pink nipples, loved the way Lena trembled and rose up and wailed into the feeling of a suddenly lavished clit and French kissed cunt.

Daddy loved saying no.

Daddy loved Lena’s good, cathartic loveliest tears. The whimper when her sensitive little nipples were bitten a little too hard. The croaking, rasped and textured wail when Daddy bit harder anyway. The wide helpless arousal in her green eyes when Daddy twisted and pinched her nipples, cooing the little good girl, twisting and pinching past the tears, past the useless slaps drumming rapid and quick against everywhere and anywhere, focused only on the bucking little cunt lips grinding a puddle on Daddy’s knee until the request came.

Daddy loved saying yes too, sometimes.

Daddy whispered reassurance, permission and praise that swaddled orgasms into happy little baby girl tears and subspace calm. Daddy loved a sore, stretched and hypersensitive little hymen on her finger.

And of course, Daddy loved edging Lena’s pretty fat cunt lips, all swollen and spread and dripping the sheets puddled and damp, to then pull Lena’s panties back up too quickly and pat at her puffy little cunt twitches like she was a sweet, cherished pet, to then feel the frustrated tears dribble on to her hips with a lapping tongue and suckling mouth bobbing her straining cock.

The chastity belt would be on the top of the list of things she loved.

Kara knew it.

She heard the bathroom cabinets open and close. The deodorant. The faucet gushing to brush teeth and gargle. It wasn’t quick enough. Kara wanted to hurry it along and burst in and take her to bed like a little girl to be thrown over her sturdy, solid and strong shoulders. She wanted to be all the things Lena needed. She wanted to rub a nervous, push-pulling tummy, feel the lock click and the belt stay tight and secure on Lena’s hips and waist and denied little sex, smooth on her fingertips running each and every way along the steel straits.

She wanted to hush the inevitable tears.

She wanted to hold her close.

She wanted to ask, just to be sure, and then soften with relief at the inevitable answer.

“Feels good Daddy, I don’t want to take it off. It’s just different. It’s new and it’s a lot.”

Kara half-planned out the things she might say, probably would say, if the words came as she expected, and the moment felt as sweet as she hoped.

“It’s new and it’s a lot and that’s a big deal. It’s not chastity for denial baby, it’s for Saturday mornings curled up eating breakfast in bed and Sunday afternoons pulling my fingers down to your pretty parts at the movie theatre and…all of quiet, perfectly ordinary moments during the regular day that you can feel me there whenever you want to feel close and held…”

In Kara’s mind, she absolutely saw it as earnest truth.

It wasn’t a reason to avoid intimacy. It was a way to embrace it, keep it present and constant, find more reasons and ways to touch and be close and navigate what it meant to be intimate like other couples and yet, somehow, never intimate like other couples despite both craving it.

Kara wasn’t trying to be gross with her runaway thinking, she couldn’t help it, but she heard the faucet turn off and the running order of the bathroom draw to its end, and she tried to not be consumed with the wrong things—tried at least.

The banana had gone straight to her head.

It was the excuse in the absence of needing one. The one that made her laugh to herself. In her comfiest grey boxers and nothing else, Kara stirred back to life and topped her wine glass and poured one for Lena.

“Kara, baby?”

The bathroom door creaked wider, Lena slipped the towel around and Kara smiled at the way she smiled. Dripping black hair, gleaming skin, damp freckles and a thousand other perfectly good reasons to take her mouth and kisses in slow directions and lose herself in the little clean wonder of her girlfriend’s shape.

“Oh. You’re being naughty, uncouth and unsavoury” —Lena’s eyes flew open, then she laughed with the widest grin despite her exasperated and slumping posture— “Do you know how loud your dirty thoughts are? The neighbours complain, Kara!”

Kara snorted into the sip of her drink.

“Sorry baby,” Kara whispered with a smile.

Lena glanced to the empty waiting sofa then back to Kara’s eyeline.

“Wine and cuddles and nauseatingly sweet kisses over trash garbage television?”

“Afterwards.” Kara took Lena’s wine glass from the counter and carried it for her. “Bedroom first. I want you to be a good girl with an edged little pretty cunt under lock and key, and you’re going to be a good girl and take it like I tell you, Lena…” Kara stopped and turned her head as they stood parallel in the hallway, her voice as lavender calm and ordinary as it ever was. “I like it when you cry on my shoulder because you’re feeling things between your legs, baby. I’m going to love holding you tonight in your pretty little new belt and tomorrow I’ll take it off and suck the frustration from your little clit, and we’ll go for breakfast and talk about how it all feels.”

Lena stared like a lame rabbit in headlights.

“Daddy—”

Kara didn’t hang around for the conversation.

“Bedroom, Lena,” Kara whispered sweetly.

Read more, read all my things, come little one.

[natalievoncatte]

Kara Zor El Danvers lived in a world of limitless sensation.

Thanks to her cousin, the world knew of her x-ray vision, but her eyesight went far beyond that. She could focus her attention and observe the mechanisms of the cell, or look skyward and see things so vast that they were invisible to the human eye. (She learned in her youth not to tell people that the entire solar system was, from time to time, engulfed in the digestive tract of a space whale so huge that its body was too big for humans to perceive) She could see colors lost to human vision and watch particles scatter off the atmosphere.

He sense of smell was beyond acute; had she the impulse, she could have tracked her family by scent. Her hearing was both gift and curse, as was her sense of taste, which she indulged with abandon thanks to her vastly more efficient digestive system and metabolism.

What most people never thought about was her touch. Kara could shake someone’s hand and read their fingerprint like braille. She was sensitive to the most minute changes in temperature or texture, and at times it could be just as overwhelming and overstimulating as her other senses. Kara learned to embrace it- she was a tactile girl from a race that disdained physical contact, even among lovers.

They had no idea what they were missing.

The first time Kara laid her hands on Lena Luthor was just after she’d arrested the fall of a multi-ton helicopter and dragged it from gravity’s grasp to bring it to rest on the roof of LuthorCorp. She’d checked the pilot first and…

Kara had eidetic memory. Perfect recall. It was another cursed gift, one born of the interaction of perfect healing with her alien brain. She would never forget seeing Lena for the first time. It was hers and hers alone.

Other humans could see Lena’s dark hair and soft pale skin, see the variation between her eyes, one a little more blue than green. They didn’t see what Kara saw; a thousand colors sparkling in those eyes like impossible gems, the heat bloom on her skin following the flush in her cheeks. The thundering of her heart in her chest beat a tempo in Kara’s ears, and then Kara touched her.

It was a simple gesture. No skin to skin, just a hand on Lena’s shoulder to steady her and ask her if she was okay, but beneath it Kara could sense her pulse and her body heat and was dimly aware of the electrical conduction of her nervous system.

It was heady, intoxicating. Even her scent- not the perfume covering it but the scent of *her*, her real scent, shot through with acidic fear, was intoxicating. Kara breathed it in and it exploded in her chest, making her feel a million miles tall.

The meeting was brief. Kara had to deal with annoying robots. There were always robots.

Later, Lena was there again and this time Kara was meeting her. Kara forgot that as she walked in with Kal… Clark. For those first few steps she wasn’t Supergirl or Cat Grant’s Assistant, she was herself, the person she only was around her closest friends who knew her secret. The one who walked tall, shoulders back, with nothing to hide.

Again, Lena was overwhelming. Kara was all but stunned by her, stammering and blushing. She didn’t know if there was love at first sight but first touch, just maybe. Lena’s hand was soft and warm, her grip firm, and Kara didn’t know why, then, that it sent such a jolt through her.

It was not the last time they touched.

Some thugs heaved Lena off her balcony, sending her screaming towards her death. Kara was there -she wouldn’t have had to hear it all over the phone- and caught her. It was a flawless rescue, scooping her from the air. Lena, terrified, clung to her for dear life.

Something happened on the way up. There was a brief, searing moment when Lena’s fear faded and she pressed in tight to her savior. Kara was acutely aware of the bare skin on the inside of Lena’s knee, the feeling of her soft calf against the back of her hand and the pull of Lena’s arms around her neck.

That night, Kara began to have feelings. Imaginings. Feeling silken smooth legs sliding under her palms, delicate hands clutched in hers, fingers laced. Wet skin slick on wet skin and clenching muscles, gossamer curls winding across her flesh in a symphony of pure feeling, hot breath on her skin. Teeth on her neck.

It felt weird, it felt wrong, it felt… predatory. Kara was scared of what she wanted, and how she wanted it- feral, with the wild abandon of an apex predator. Kryptonians were above such things. They were a race of stoic scientists who mastered and abandoned animal lusts and replaced them with cold technology Would she betray her heritage this way, too? She’d failed to keep Kal Kryptonian. What if she lost herself, too?

There were other touches. Soft hands on shoulders and lingering palms resting on arms. Lena hugged Kara and sheltered in her arms, drawing Kara around her like armor, and Kara let herself revel in it. She needed to protect Lena like she needed to breathe air.

Then came another. The Daxamite. The enemy, the lover, the jerk. He gave her touches too. Touches she was supposed to enjoy, supposed to want. Everyone told her so, even Alex who despised and suspected him at first.

She enjoyed it for what it was, and hated it for what it wasn’t.

Then he was gone and she was left again to longing. She tried to abandon the Danvers and Become Kryptonian, but she’d failed. Lena Luthor had gloriously corrupted her and she knew in the deepest hidden parts of her heart that whoever she was, she wasn’t the model Kryptonian youth, promised to the science council. She was Alex Danvers’s sister and Eliza Danvers’s daughter and Clark Kent’s cousin, losing herself in friendship and potstickers and guilt.

In the dark, Kara wept because she knew if she could change it all, if she could go back, save her world and her people, something of great value would be lost.

There was something between them, something terrible, something festering between every touch and it gnawed at Kara more and more with every lingering moment. Joy was shot through with terror when Lena would crowd in close to her, the pair of them giggling wine-drunk like the children they’d never been allowed to be. Children of tragedy, daughters of tarnished fathers, inheritors of legacies too heavy to carry alone.

More and more Lena and Kara let each other press close, each under the other’s shoulder, bearing the weight the weight as one. As one in every way except the one that mattered, until Kara’s heart hurt so much that she remembered those first days on Earth when she’d wished the green fireball had taken her pod too.

Then came the worst thing: the truth.

Kara wanted nothing more than to touch her, to feel skin on skin. She knew if she could hold Lena she could make it better, if she could come just shy of kissing the crown of her head and tell her how impossibly sorry she was that Lena would see, that she would feel and understand.

Instead there was only a wall of ice crusted with poison that shot red hot rancid agony through her veins, like a hot knife flensing her skin as her lungs crushed themselves. It felt like she was dying and she wanted it.

It felt like that the entire time. Every argument, every fight. Kara just wanted to scream. Scream at Lena at Mount Norquay with the ultimate weapon aimed at her heart, scream at her on balconies and rooftops and in fraught rescues where Lena shoved her away. Please just let me hold you one more time.

And then, one day, Lena came back. Kara was doing something meaningless -even with the world at stake she still had to write puff pieces for her asshole new boss- and was pacing around her apartment looking for the will to be human when it felt so pointless, and then she heard the staccato of Lena’s racing heart and pulled open her door.

It was explosive. Kara froze, stunned as if struck. It was like seeing Lena for the first time again, as she stood there with tear-wet cheeks in a winter coat with her arms and shoulders folded in fear, and Kara hated that she was afraid. She watched the invisible spectrum dance across Lena’s skin and was lost in her sea-sapphire eyes all over again and dared not even think the prayer on her tongue, a plea that came to her in Kryptonian first.

“I’m sorry,” Lena began, “I was wrong.”

Kara only heard the pain and knew she had to make it stop. Instinct drove her, the instinct she wasn’t supposed to answer. She embraced Lena with the utmost care, needing only to make it better, to make her precious Lena’s hurting stop.

Despite her photographic memory she would never recall who crossed the Rubicon. Maybe it was both of them at once. Lena touched Kara as she never had before, answering the intensity of Kara’s consuming attention in a way she’d always shied from before. Every flash of boldness from Lena drove Kara more feral and she sucked in a sharp breath as she left a hand print pressed in her door, thinking oh oh Rao I don’t want to hurt her, but if Lena was afraid she didn’t show it.

It all just sort of happened on instinct, like they both just knew what to do. Kara heaved her Lena into the air with a shocking display of strength, quivering with joy. Catching her wasn’t enough, she wanted to scoop Lena up and carry her off like a conquering hero, and she was, this was really happening.

They spoke only once, Kara asking the question. “Is this okay?”

“Yes.”

Kara exerted every ounce of control she had, schooling every movement, commanding every brush of her fingers and movement of her hands. She let herself drink the sensations, etching a record of every facet of these moments that would endure until the end of her days. She’d never felt as alive as when she felt Lena’s body arch under her hands and the buzz in her throat as she cried Kara’s name.

The humans called it becoming one flesh. Kara thought that was silly. Now, she understood.

Lena answered her tenfold, answering Kara’s burning questions with her hands and lips and teeth, almost shocking Kara with her intensity.

To her surprise it was the after she loved most, feeling Lena’s soft, delicate, vulnerable body cradled in her arms, and when Lena sobbed into her shoulder, Kara wept with her and murmured all the promises again and again and again.

Later, after struggles and losses and a strange sense that it was all finally over, the great battles won, the great miracles all performed, Kara formed the metal and crushed the gems into being with her own hands, and would never forget the trembling in Lena’s hands as she circled the bracelet around her wrist.

[scribbling-punk]

Convenience - 16.

Kara hasn’t missed the fact that everything has seemingly changed between them after the afternoon spent with Lena’s fingers inside of her. They’d spent the evening together afterwards, too, with Lena gently rubbing cool cream into the crimson welts left behind on Kara’s skin and promising her that she did really well—that she was a good girl throughout it all.

Only a week has passed since then, but it feels so much longer than that.

Kara is comfortable here and feels safe within the confines of her new Mistress’ rules and expectations, and relishes the tender kindness that has been offered to her more and more over the last few days.

The only thing she wants more of, really, is the temporary “relationship” in general.

Lena and this home are quickly becoming a safe haven that Kara doesn’t wish to ever leave. She often finds herself lighting up, feeling lighter, whenever Lena enters whichever room she is in, her treacherous heart pitter-pattering as though she is a silly schoolgirl with an awkward crush.

The day she is asked to leave will most likely crush the dramatic organ into a million pieces.

Even now, despite her predicament, Kara has to bite down on her bottom lip to stop a grin from cracking her jaw in half when she hears Lena’s footsteps descend the staircase and continue onwards beyond the living room.

Trapped in the corner and with strict orders to remain facing the wall, she must rely on her hearing to follow her Mistress around the house.

She listens to the whistle of the tea kettle and the gentle clinking of cups, enamored by the soft singing that she has to strain to hear on the other side of the house. Mistress has been doing that more and more these days, allowing her guard to drop around Kara as they get used to sharing a life together.

At least for now.

Read chapter 16 of Convenience early on Patreon.

Chapter 14 has now been added to AO3.

[loveandleases]

'Part of her is very curious who would be more intimidating in the bedroom'. Wasting time on the wrong Clarke. Forget Cam. Kara x Ardent! /j

Lol. Anon, are you trying to get another poly started. Imagine Kara X MC X Ardent. Cam would push Kara out of that so fast.

In reference to this ask.

[chaotic-super]

Cuffs and Lace

Alex strides into The Tower confidently. She is clutching onto a large envelope in her right hand as she addresses the Super friends.

“Alright so I'm running point on this one because all of you are shit leaders – and yes Kara, I specifically mean you.” Kara pouts at the words but doesn't object. “I have all of the info we need but you guys are doing the heavy lifting today because Mama needs a day off from all of your whining.”

Kelly nudges Alex's shoulder with her own and pulls her to the side. Everyone watches intently as a few choice words are whispered into the red-head's ear before watching as her shoulders slump slightly prior to her stepping forward and announcing a reluctant, barely-there apology.

“Ok, so I will do some of the work but I'm giving myself the easiest job.” Alex smirks at everyone.

“So, what is the actual mission? You aren't being very clear.” Nia asks, raising her hand.

“Put your hand down Dreamer, this isn't middle school.” Alex quips, therefore receiving another glare from her girlfriend. “And this is a big one. We are finding out who is the mastermind behind all the orchestrated attacks that we have been dealing with every week. You all know the ones. Every Thursday night without fail we have been dealing with these idiots, but our problem is that these idiots have alien weapons, so we need to stop this now before anyone gets seriously hurt.”

“For once I actually agree with Alex in saying that we need to nip this in the bud before it gets any worse, we have already stopped six attacks at this point.” Lena adds, lounging in a chair off to the side of the room.

“Right so we are going to split into teams, Nia and Brainy are going to take the North and East sides of the city and J'onn and M'gann are going to take the West and south sides. We need to be ready for any attacks and we need to respond quickly. I will be staying here with Kelly to monitor everything and eat pizza.

“What about us?” Kara asks as she perches on the arm of Lena's chair as the brunette leans into her side.

“I have a stage name for the mastermind and you guys are going to go investigate her and find out her real name. I know you guys will enjoy this one because you get to dress up.”

She flicks the envelope at them before harshly barking out a dismissal that makes them all make a quick exit.

As soon as Kara and Lena make it onto the street, they agree to discuss the mission over lunch back at Lena's penthouse.

“At least we get to do some investigating together.” Lena reasons as Kara moans about how Alex will be eating pizza while she is out on the mission.

“That's true, you do make everything a tiny bit better.”

“Only a tiny bit?” Lena's eyebrow quirks up.

“Ok ok, maybe a lot better but don't let that go to your head.” Kara shakes her head fondly at the brunette.

“It's too late for that.” Lena smirks.

Kara is about to respond when they reach Lena's building, effectively cutting off her train of thought. “I always forget how awesome this building is.”

“That's because you only usually see my balcony and my apartment. I can't even remember the last time you used the front door.” Lena quips and smiles as Kara blushes profusely.

“It's a more effective entrance Lena, you just don't understand.”

“Oh, is that right Miss Danvers.”

“Indeed, it is Ms Luthor.” Kara gives in to their little game and giggles first prompting Lena to grin and chuckle.

“You're weird.” Lena snipes as she rushes into the elevator and pushes the close door button, locking Kara out with a boisterous laugh.

She continues to chuckle to herself as she rides the elevator up to the top floor, where she is greeted with a frowning Kara, who stands leaning against her door with her arms crossed.

“You're mean.” That sends Lena into another bout of laughter as she attempts to open her door around Kara, who is pouting and refusing to move. After her fifth attempt at reaching the biometric lock, she takes a step back and calms herself as she looks over at Kara's frowning face. “I'm sorry.”

The effect is immediate. Kara's face brightens slightly but the pout remains. “You're sorry what?”

Lena lets out a loud sigh. “I'm sorry and I will order potstickers for lunch.”

Kara beams and places her hand on the biometric screen to open the door, still finding it cool that Lena gave her access to her apartment, it always makes her feel like a spy. “Ok, let's order lunch and then we will take a peek inside this envelope.” She wafts the envelope at Lena and giggles as she snatches it out of her hands and taps the top of her head with it.

Together, thy proceed to the couch where Kara flops down gracelessly and Lena folds her legs beneath her as she pulls her phone out and quickly orders their usual order from their favourite Chinese restaurant.

“Right then, let's get down to business and see what we'll be up to tonight.” Lena swiftly pulls the papers out of the envelope.

“What have we got then captain?”

“We have one evil mastermind by the name of 'Roulette' and she apparently has a bunch of snake tattoos.” Lena skims the page, taking in the information. “And we will be finding her at a place called...Cuffs and Lace.” Lena's eyebrows shoot up as she reads the name.

“It's called what now?” Kara chokes out.

“Looks like we're being sent to a BDSM club. No wonder Alex wanted to stay back and eat pizza.”

“That's...that's...um...nice.”  Kara stutters out. “What exactly does one wear to a BDSM club?”

Lena laughs at how awkward Kara has become, there is something very endearing about watching Supergirl become flustered.  “Probably something black will be just fine.”

“Oh Rao. This is not what I was expecting.” Kara runs her hands over her face and chuckles lightly.

“This is going to be fun Kara; we get to go and find some ridiculously provocative outfits and go watch some strangers get their kink on. What's not to love?”

“How about the part where I have to wear a provocative outfit and watch some strangers get kinky?”

“Come on, this will be fun. Plus, I want to see Supergirl show some skin, I know you have a sexy little body beneath those cardigans.” Lena smirks.

“You're evil.” Kara whines.

“Damn right.” Lena stands and begins to make her way into her bedroom. She catches Kara's questioning gaze, “I'm going to find us some outfits, are you coming, or do I get to decide for you?”

“I'm definitely not leaving it up to you, I'd end up going in my underwear.”

Lena's eyes cloud over for a second in thought. She can't help but feel guilty about how much the thought of her best friend entering a BDSM club in just her underwear would be. What kind of underwear does Kara wear? Is she a boxer and sports bra kind of girl or is she the lacy lingerie kind? She hopes the latter, there is something so delicious about how someone so strong can be so feminine.

“No comment.” Kara shoves her lightly with her shoulder as she speeds past her to perch on the edge of Lena's bed. “Make yourself comfortable, I'll go get some options.”

Lena is quick and precise with her movements as she makes her way into her walk-in closet and pulls items of clothing from various hangers and drawers.

“Hey! I just thought. How are we going to disguise our identities? We can't exactly go as ourselves. The press would have a field day with you being seen in a place like that and I think that Mr Stick-up-his-ass Ashfield from the board would murder you.”

“Don't worry your pretty little head about it Sugar, I've got plenty of masks from the many, many masquerade themed galas I've been forced to go to in my life.” Lena already knows which one she wants to give to Kara. There is an ocean blue, sapphire jewelled domino mask that she is certain will bring out the colour of the blonde's eyes like nothing before ever has, and that's saying something.

Kara's cheeks turn a familiar shade of pink at her comment, but Lena doesn't comment on it, happy to just take the win.

“I don't think we need that many options!” Kara exclaims as she eyes the huge mound of clothes that Lena has just dumped on the bed in front of her.

“We do because I want a fashion show from you, let me see how sexy you can be.” Lena smirks and throws a dress at Kara.

“Comments like that are why everyone always thinks that we're dating you know...or sleeping together.”

“That's because your too oblivious to respond to my flirting.” The brunette runs her hand over Kara's calf.

“Well, if maybe if you actually ask me out on a date instead of just trying to get me into bed, I'll stop being so oblivious.” Lena's eyes widen at the statement. Did Kara really just- she totally did.

“Well then, would the lady like to accompany me on a lovely date to a certain club tonight? I believe it's called 'Cuffs and Lace'.” She is quickly greeted with a pillow to the face.

“As if I am agreeing to go on a date with you to a place like that. That's at least a fifth date location.”

Lena let's out a loud sigh. “Just put on the dress Danvers.”

Kara tries to protest but a quick glare has her grabbing the garment and speeding into the closet to put it on. Before the younger woman even had time to blink, Kara is standing before her in what she believes is the sexiest, most see-through dress she has ever seen. It is short, black skin-tight but extremely sheer to the point that she can very clearly make out the enticing blue lace underwear that her best friend is wearing beneath it.

“It's perfect!”

“It's see-through.” Kara dead pans and crosses her arms over her chest self-consciously.

“Fuck the rest of these outfits because that is perfect for what we need tonight plus you really do look beautiful.” Lena can't keep her eyes away from the blue underwear and the delightfully chiselled abs on display. “I have just the outfit that will complement yours perfectly so you can't change now.”

Kara rolls her eyes dramatically. “You're not the boss of me.”

Lena steps into Kara's space, a breath away from her face. Kara's eyes are trained on the red lips before her. “Are you sure about that? From where I'm standing it is veryclear who is in charge here.”

Before she could fumble out a reply there is a sharp knock on the door.

“That must be lunch. Be a darling and go and get it.” A quick nod and she is out of the bedroom. She takes a deep breath and heads to the door. She grips the handle tightly before swinging the door open widely.

The delivery boy can't be any older than seventeen and his mouth drops open as he taken in the sight of the goddess before him in all her glory.

“D-delivery.” He stutters out.

All too quickly, Kara becomes aware of her predicament and rushes to take the bag out of the boy's hand, tossing way too much money at him before practically slamming the door in his face. Once the door is shut, she sighs and rests her head against the wood in humiliation.

She only moves from her position when she hears a boisterous laugh from behind her. She turns to see the brunette leaning against the bedroom door frame.

“I have a feeling that you just gave him wank material for the rest of his life.”  The loud groan she receives sends her into another fit of laughter. 

Kara doesn't say a word and simply just heads into the kitchen to set out their lunch.

“I'm just gonna get changed really quick so why don't you go and get us some plates and some drinks?” She doesn't wait for a reply, she just strides out of the room without a care in the world.

Kara makes quick work of setting out the food and grabbing them both a soda before settling down on one if the bar stools and stuffing a whole potsticker into her mouth. She is debating calling Alex and making her go to the club instead of her, she has no idea how to act in a place like that. She's grateful that she will at least have Lena by her side, she's never seen her get fazed by anything.

She almost chokes on the potsticker in her mouth when she sees Lena strut out of her bedroom in her outfit. She is wearing a black two-piece outfit that consists of tight black leather pants and a leather crop top that leaves a strip of her perfect alabaster skin revealed and accentuates her perfect breasts.

“What do you think?” A devilish smirk makes its way across her face.

It takes Kara a long moment to come up with an answer. “You look great but why can't I have that outfit and you have this one? You seem like you would be a lot more comfortable showing up in a see-through dress than I am, that one actually lets you keep your dignity, not that there is anything wrong with women that want to go in their underwear and that they can't keep their dignity because of course they can but they're not me and I don't do that.”

Lena smiles fondly as she listens to her ramble.

“Darling, this is an outfit that only a top can pull off and we both know that you're a bottom.”

“No! I'm not a bottom, I'm Supergirl!” She cries indignantly.

“That has nothing to do with the fact that you're a bottom, it's nothing to be ashamed of either. Now quiet down and eat your lunch, we have a busy evening ahead of us.” Lena chastises.

Kara grumbles slightly but does as she's told which leaves Lena trying to contain her smile as her theory of Kara's submissive side is confirmed. It stokes her ego that she can make the almighty Supergirl do what she wants. She munches thoughtfully on her salad as she watches the blonde shovel her potstickers into her mouth and decides to see just how far she can push her, after all she didn't have to come on this mission with her since she is doing it voluntarily so she should at least get to have a little bit of fun...or a lot of fun.

“So, I have another request.” The statement causes Kara to swallow her mouthful quickly and Lena is unsure if she even chewed.

“I don't remember you making any previous requests, they all felt like demands.”

“Are you willing to listen or not?”

“...yes Lena.”

“Good, so I made something for you, and I've been waiting for the right time to give it to you but I'm not going to tell you what it is or give it to you unless you agree to wear it this evening.” It spikes the kryptonian’s curiosity, but she has a feeling that it will get her into trouble.

“Once again, that doesn't sound like a request.”

“Yes or no Kara, we don't have all day.” She is going to get Kara to agree one way or another, she just knows it.

“Fine.”

Lena beams and hurries over to her home office to grab a small silver box and jogs back to place it on the counter in front of Kara. She reaches for it, but her hand gets slapped away.

“Close your eyes and put your left hand out.” She does as instructed, just as Lena anticipated. The box snaps open and before Kara knows it, she can feel her powers draining from her and her eyes open wide in surprise. Her right hand comes to rip it off in panic, but the other girl catches it quickly and calms her. “It's ok, it's just a red sun bracelet.”

“Wh-what?”

“I made it because you mentioned how you hate how hard it is to control your strength when giving people hugs but I figured that it might make a nice addition to your outfit tonight and help us have a good time.” The bracelet is a thin silver band with the L-Corp 'L' on it. “So, now that I have upheld my side of the deal and shown you, you have to uphold your end and wear it this evening.”

Uncertainty paints the kryptonian's face. “What if this Roulette person is dangerous and I need to take her down?”

“Well, this is a reconnaissance mission, isn't it? We only have to figure out her name plus if we have to, we can always take it off you.” Lena can see the war raging behind the blonde's pretty little face. She can tell that Kara is not-so-secretly enjoying the idea of being vulnerable in a place like Cuffs and Lace.

“Ok, but it comes off if something goes wrong.” Kara smiles shyly.

“Agreed.”

They spend the rest of the afternoon preparing for their mission. Lena insisted on doing Kara's hair and make-up to match her outfit, so she leaves her hair down to frame her face but curls it slightly and paints her eyes with a blue eye-shadow to match her underwear. Throughout the whole process Lena drops in the occasional 'good girl' which never fails to make Kara blush. The brunette loves how with every time she says it, Kara seems to grow slightly more submissive and comfortable in the role.

Lena ties her own hair back into a slick ponytail and does a nice smoky eye before putting on a plain black domino mask and helping Kara into the blue one.

“Are you ready?”

“As I'll ever be.” Kara's nervous, Lena can tell.

“I'll be right there with you, plus if you want to leave for any reason or stop what we are doing, all you have to do is say my mother's name.”

“Why your mother's name?” The confusion is evident on her face, but Lena finds it charming.

“Because she'll be the furthest thing from our minds once we are there. You'll see.” Kara takes comfort in Lena's familiar smile and allows her to take her hand and lead her down to the car that the CEO had thought to order. She was also extremely grateful that Lena had given her a coat to cover herself with, but then again, she knows that her best friend doesn't really want to humiliate her.

The club is a lot less inconspicuous from the outside than she was anticipating. It just looks like a normal warehouse except that it has bouncers at the door.

Lena handles the entrance fee and pulls her inside gently by her hand. Kara is quickly becoming accustomed to Lena taking charge as she checks their coats and winks seductively.

“Let's go get some drinks and show off how hot we are.”

Kara is helpless to follow.

It's as if her body just naturally knows that Lena knows best, and she wants nothing more than to please the other woman. Has it always been this way? She can't even remember but she is well aware that she has always given Lena the reigns with their relationship, it's just their dynamic, or so she thought. She is only now, as she stands, tucked as close to her best friend's side as she can get in the middle of a BDSM club that maybe she does have a submissive streak and paired with the massive crush she has on the dark-haired woman, this will be her downfall.

Kara can't help but feel as though all eyes are on her and keeps her head down as much as she can, so she doesn't make eye-contact with anyone. She just tries to focus on the thumping background music.

“You have her well trained.” A smooth, sensual voice gets her attention, but she still tries to avoid looking directly at the woman.

“I'm sorry?” Lena tilts her head in confusion at the brunette woman.

“Your sub, I don't think that she has lifted her eyes from the floor once. It took me months to train mine to keep her eyes down, but my god do I love her for her stubborn streak, it gives me a reason to beat her ass now and again.” The woman chuckles gleefully.

Lena picks up on what is happening quickly and wraps her arm around Kara's waist protectively. “Thank you, but I can't take all of the credit, this one is a natural. This is actually our first time here, do you have any recommendations?”

“I have to say that you're doing well for first timers. I recommend you have a look around and take in some of the scenes from the regulars, they often inspire some creativity of your own to play out in one of the private suites upstairs.” Kara lifts her head to watch Lena but doesn't glance over at the other woman.

“Thank you, we'll keep that in mind.” Lena's eyes meet Kara’s, and she lands a firm smack on the blonde's backside. “Eyes down.”

Kara is shocked but does as she is told, which leaves Lena with an impressed smile upon her face.

“Oh, she is a cutie!” The stranger exclaims. “And such a sexy little body on her too, just look at those abs!”

The attention makes the blonde flush pink and burrow further into Lena's side. Even now, as she is standing with her under wear on show and having a stranger comment on her body, she feels safe and protected as she is tucked firmly into her best friend's side, her protector's side.

Lena doesn't think that Kara can get any closer to her, but quietly makes note of how good it feels to have her there. Kara is a couple an inch or two shorter since she opted out of wearing heels unlike Lena, who went for some tall killer heels and Lena can't help but stare in wonder at Kara as she is all small and clingy and... submissive.

“I know, she is just adorable.” Lena beams. “Now, I believe that we will take your suggestion and take a look around. It's been a pleasure meeting you....” She trails off, hoping to catch a name.

“Andrea.” A small smile. “I don't think I caught your names either?”

Panic flashes in Kara's eyes but as always, the brunette already has a plan. “Saskia, and this is K.”

“I hope to see you again Saskia, and maybe next time we will see a little more of K, if you catch my drift.”

Lena can't help the spike of jealousy as she watches Andrea ogle Kara's breasts but chases away the feeling quickly.

“Believe me, I'm planning on making that happen.” The confident statement sends a rush of arousal right to Kara's core and she squeezes her thighs together tightly, a fact in which didn't go unnoticed by the two other women but thankfully, nobody comments on it. “We hope to see you again too, perhaps even share one of those private rooms you told us about?”

Andrea's smile is wide and predatory. “I'll hold you to that.” With one final eye fuck of Kara, she leaves.

“You did well.”

Kara's eyes finally snap back up to meet Lena's.

“That was humiliating.”

“But it turned you on didn't it.” Kara flounders for a minute whilst Lena smirks at her. “You are a natural at being a bottom, I love it.”

One second Kara is trying to think of a weak response and the next she is being lead across the room by a strong hand on her back. They stop as they reach a small cordoned off area in which two people are putting on a show. There are at least a dozen people standing at the edge of the partition, some scantily clad and others naked. Some wearing leather and chains and others wearing nothing but a collar.

At the centre of their attention is a man and a woman. The woman is tying the man with soft-looking, red cord. The weaving is extravagant, twisting this way and that, forming a beautiful pattern across his body and leaving him completely immobile as his hands are trapped behind his back and tied to a stiff vertical pole that leads to the ceiling.

Lena watches the wonder appear in her companion's eyes as she takes in the scene. “Does that turn you on, pretty girl? The thought of being all tied up like that, your body at my mercy?” She strokes some soft blonde hair out of her face and snatches it up into a bunch at the back of her head and pulls as she whispers the sentence.

Another clench of her thighs before she finds her ankles kicked apart, turning her on even more. “Tonight baby-girl, I decide what you get to feel.” Kara whimpers helplessly but nods, more turned on than ever. With each action Lena takes, she gets slightly less self-conscious and finds herself sinking easily into the role of needy submissive.

They stay there for several more minutes, just watching as Lena stands behind Kara, her chin resting on her shoulder as she keeps her thigh between the kryptonian's spread legs grinding against her periodically and running her hands over the material on her stomach. Every so often her fingertips skim up to her breasts, just barely brushing over her bra-clad nipples.

Part of Kara wants to leave, to get out of the situation because this isn't what best friends are meant to do but a stronger part of her wants to stay here forever, let Lena possess her.

Their next destination is just a few metres away where they are greeted by swinging slaps as a sub is being spanked methodically as they are tied over a spanking bench.

Once again, Lena leans in to make a lewd comment in Kara's ear. “I'd love to beat your ass like that. I bet it would make you all whiny and impatient, desperate for me to fill you up.” The brash statement is accompanied by a wandering hand coming down and grasping her pussy roughly. Kara moans loudly, drawing the attention of many of the other patrons, unbeknownst to her as she is too focused on the hand between her legs.

She is so focused on the hand that she doesn't even realize that her dress has been unzipped and is now being pulled off her body until it is too late, and she is stood in nothing but her lacy blue underwear. As soon as she clues into what is happening, her hands come up to cover herself, even though she realistically knows that there is no more on show than there was before, but the dress worked as a kind of comfort blanket.

Lena catches her wrists behind her with a sharp 'Ah ah, be a good girl and let everyone see how pretty you are.”  Her cheeks have a permanent tinge at this point, which only grows when she becomes aware that she has dozens of people taking in the scene, including the woman from earlier, Andrea.

Kara didn't even know that the spanking scene had ended until the dom was pulling the leather cuffs from their sub's wrists and offering them to Lena with a nonchalant shrug. “We won't be needing these for the rest of the night if you want to borrow them?”

“Thank you, we appreciate it, don't we little bird?”

“Yes.” Kara has no choice but to agree, a slave to her growing arousal.

“Cool, just leave them at the front desk before you leave.” Lena nods her understanding before taking the cuffs instructing Kara to keep her hands behind her back. She buckles them in place firmly before snapping them together with a click.

Lena's thigh once again makes its way between Kara's own quivering thighs as she tests her bonds. She is well and truly at Lena's mercy now and she wants nothing more than to cover her face with her hands out of shame as she sees the shine on Lena's leather pants from where her arousal has travelled through her panties, which makes her well aware that everyone in the club can see how wet she is.

“You're so sexy like this. Cuffed and needy, such a good girl.”

Lena can't believe her luck, she thought it would take more to get Kara to accept her submissive side but here is, cuffed, exposed and dripping. All for her.

“I think it's time we go check out the private rooms pretty girl. What do you think?” An eager nod encourages Lena to lead Kara by her arm right to the front desk, where she rents a room and receives a key with a smirk and a sly, “Have fun.”

Lena locks the door behind them once they enter their room. It is all red and black. There is a huge four poster bed in the centre and dotted around the room is shelves and racks filled with all sorts of toys, crops and bondage gear. There is also a huge X on the wall with eyelets, clearly meant for attaching cuffs to and a spanking bench. Furthermore, there is more furniture throughout the room and the blonde can only begin the imagine what can be done with it. The ceiling is completely mirrored, and it gives them both some incredibly filthy thoughts.

Lena stands behind the other girl and watches as she takes in the room before placing a hand on her back and leading her towards the bed.

“Bend over.”

The demand is accompanied by a harsh shove, forcing her into the sheets face first.

“L-Lena?”

“Hmm?”

“Please.” It's not what the brunette is expecting but it makes her heart soar with a thousand symphonies.

“Just be my good girl and take what I'm going to give you.”

The needy one quivers into the sheets, going boneless, opening her legs and thrusting her hips back.

“Who'd have thought? The almighty Supergirl is really nothing more than a little quivering submissive for a Luthor.” Lena runs her hand up and down Kara's back for a moment before slapping her hand down onto her right butt cheek then quickly repeating the action on the other side.

Each spank is greeted with a moan.

“I'm going to give you an out here pretty girl, just say the word and we will leave, right here and now.” Lena takes her hands from Kara and takes a step back, giving her room to breathe but she doesn't have to wait long for a response.

“No, I want this. Please don't stop!” Her words come out stronger than she expected and, but she doesn't think that she has ever sounded so desperate.

“New system then, I’ll want periodic check ins. When I ask you for a colour, I want to hear green if you like what we are doing and want to continue, orange if you need to slow down and red for a complete stop. Understood?”

“Yes! Yes, please, I understand.”

“Good girl.”

The cuffs are unclipped from each other, and Kara finds herself shooed up the bed and directed to lay down on her front with her arms out. Before she knows it, her arms have been cuffed to the corners of the bed and a pillow has been shoved beneath her hips.

“You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into...foolish little girl.”

Kara's breath comes out in short sporadic bursts as she pulls against the bonds on her wrists gently as though she is scared that if she pulls too hard then they will break.

The bracelet on her left arm is keeping her powers at bay securely, keeping her helpless.

Lena's fingers are running the length of her back, circling each ridge of her spine and tickling her sides. “I'm going to make you feel things you have never felt before.”

“Rao, I hope so.” The response makes Lena's knees weak and she's certain that her ego has never been stoked so much in such a short amount of time.

Lena doesn't dignify her with a response, just simply straddles her. She takes hold of Kara's nether cheeks and grips them tightly, watching as the flesh bulges between her fingers before releasing and offering twin pats on either side. She rubs them softly and pats again, just letting the bottom get used to the feeling.

“Tell me little girl, have you ever been spanked before?” She continues to rub and pat in a controlled manner as she talks.

“N-no.”

“I think you meant to say no Daddy” The pats turn sharp and are starting to cause the whiny one to gasp and moan. “Or Mistress, whichever you prefer.”

“I'm sorry Daddy.” She falls right into character; all hesitation has gone, and she is truly just Daddy's girl. Her cheeks are beginning to sting but she can't help but push back into the hands of the other woman.

“Good choice Little One, it's the only one you'll get tonight.” Lena smirks as she looks down on the little brat trying to wriggle closer. “You're mine now Baby Girl.”

She brings her hand down harder. The slap rings out into the room and Kara cries out loudly. It makes Lena grin widely as she stands and moves away from the blonde. She tries to follow Lena with her eyes, but her position makes it near impossible.

“There is so much I want to do to you but so little time.” She sighs. “I guess we'll just have to skip the warmups and head right into the main event.”

Kara listens closely as she hears Lena shifting around somewhere behind her. Oh, what she wouldn't give to have her super-hearing back right now. A minute passes and then two. She shifts uncomfortably, her arousal has soaked through her panties at this point and her inner thighs are shimmering with wetness. The very thought makes her want to curl up in a ball and question whether or not this is a good idea.

Lena can sense Kara's discomfort from a mile away. After so many years of friendship, it comes naturally at this point. “How about I help quiet your mind and give you something to focus on, hmm?”

Kara feels Lena's presence behind her and manages to catch a quick glance at alabaster skin before her sight is taken away by a soft, silk blindfold. Knowing that Lena is near helps to soothe her and she finds herself starting to relax again. The next thing she feels is Lena once again straddling her legs and hands returning to her now sore bottom.

“I'm going to get your pretty little ass ready for me to fuck later.”

It takes Kara's breath away. She has never had anything up there before, it has always felt too naughty. Forbidden.

“Don't worry about a thing, just let Daddy take care of you.”

Her cheeks are gripped and spread. A thick glob of lube is dripped down her crack, where a finger scoops it up and directs it to her back hole, spreading and prodding.

“Colour?”

“Green.”

Her hips buck back slightly as the finger pushes inside her tight ring of muscle as she lets out a moan that turns into a whimper as the finger retreats. It doesn't take long before it slides back inside and it takes less than a minute of gentle stretching before the first finger is joined by a second, filling her deliciously.

“Please...daddy.” All she wants is to be filled and her clit is aching with the need to be touched.

“What do you want Princess?” The name makes her cringe, it makes her feel like a whiny little brat.

“I-I need-” The fingers inside of her scissor and pull out, only to be replaced by something cool and firm. “My clit...please!”

She can practically hear Lena's smile as her clit is suddenly caught between a finger and a thumb and is being pinched and rolled harshly. It distracts her enough that she doesn't try and fight against the steel plug pushing into her bottom until it's too late and her ring has settled around the flare.

She cries out as her muscles tighten and throb against the plug, unsure of how to react to the foreign intrusion.

She hears her Daddy tut as she bears down against it, so she quickly rectifies her behaviour and just takes it like a good girl.

“This little guy is going to get you nice and ready for me to truly fuck your ass later, although I have yet to decide if you deserve to cum today. Not being bad doesn't make you a good girl; I require my little pets to be outstanding.” Lena presses against the blue gem between Kara's cheeks firmly, shifting the weight of it inside of her as it moves.

“N-no please, please Daddy, I need to cum, please!” The words fall out of her mouth before she can ever register what she is saying.

She is hushed sharply, and the weight disappears from her legs. She listens as quick footsteps move to the other side of the room and then move right back towards her. They stop a close by and she can hear some rustling and snapping before she feels her wrists being set free. She doesn't get a chance to even lower her arms before she is being pushed onto her back harshly and clipped right back into place with her arms still above her head and the pillow that was once under her hips has been discarded.

Her legs are roughly spread and the bed dips between her legs as Lena crawls up. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” Kara's nipples are suddenly assaulted with a warm mouth and sharp teeth.

“Yes Daddy, I promise.” She whines as she cants her hips up blindly. She expects to feel soft skin but instead gets poked by something long and sturdy. “Oh!”

“I see you've found your surprise Little Bird.” Lena's certain that her cheeks will be sore tomorrow from how much she has smiled because of the blonde and her adorable reactions. “Are you ready for it Baby?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her breathing is laboured, and she can't stop wriggling.

Lena pushes her hips forward slowly, locating Kara's dripping hole and dipping inside gently with slow, shallow strokes. With each one, the plug inside her ass is jolted ever so slightly, bringing her more pleasure than she has ever felt.

“Oh Rao...Miss...” Kara pants out as the thrusts deepen.

“That's it, take it like a good girl.” Lena works the last inch inside of Kara carefully, thoroughly enjoying every second of stuffing the object of her desire. Both women gasp appreciatively as their hips join and the strap on sits firmly inside of Kara. “You're not gonna be able to feel your legs when I'm through with you.”

Lena is determined to make that the truth. She begins to steadily turn her measured thrusts into a full force hammering, her skin slapping against the kryptonian's rhythmically. Kara lets out a high-pitched moan every time Lena hits that sensitive little spot inside of her.

“Oh Rao! Oh Gods...”

“Are you close Darling?”

“Yes! So close!” Lena grabs her by the base of her throat, pins her back into the sheets and growls.

“Don't you dare cum without permission!” The thrusts never let up and the hand on her throat only serves to build her up higher.

“Please! I need to-”

“No! Be a good girl. Be my good girl.” Lena knows exactly what she is doing, she wants to possess every fibre of Kara's being, to strip her down and build her up higher than she has ever been before. Simultaneously give her nothing and everything.

The brunette watches as the girl beneath her writhes as she attempts to fight her incoming orgasm and pinches her nipples sharply with one hand before letting the hand on her throat trace down her body until she reaches her clit, which she assaults with harsh rubs and flicks.

“Daddy! I-I can't!”

“Don't you dare!”

It's too late. Kara has no choice but to give in to the tidal wave that her orgasm is. Her vision goes white beneath the blindfold and every muscle in her body relaxes all at once, her toes finally uncurling.

As she once again becomes aware of her body, she realizes that she is no longer being filled and her body has cooled as Lena is no longer atop of her.

“Lena?” She shakily asks afraid that she has gone and left her tied up like this. She knows that she must have disappointed her by not following her orders, but she can't be that angry that she left her there all alone with no way to untie herself.

The only sound is her own heartbeat.

“L-Lena? Lena please, I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to.” She can't help it; her emotions are overwhelming her and she can already feel the tears welling up behind her blindfold.

She lets out a sob right before she feels stinging heat on her right thigh.

“You came without permission, and you have three infractions of calling me by the wrong name. That's a lot of punishments you have accrued Little One. What are you willing to do to make it up to me?” Kara is so relieved to hear Lena's voice that it takes a few moments for her to register what the dominant woman is saying but once she does, she is quick to responds.

“Please, I'll do anything, I'm sorry.”

“I'll hold you to that.” Lena slaps her thigh again sharply before loudly placing several items down on the table by the bed. “After all, cumming without permission is something that only a slut would do. Are you a slut Kara?”

“I-” Her mouth opens and closes as she tries to find the right words, but she is unable.

“I will take that as a yes. And thus, we shall start your punishment with a little something that I'm sure you will enjoy because you are such a slut.”

Lena is precise with her movements as she unclips Kara's wrists from the bed and pulls her up just to drag her across the room and push her back down over the spanking bench. Kara flails slightly but doesn't resist as her wrists are once again clipped in place, this time on the little loops on the sides of the bench. Her ankles are also strapped in place at the base of the bench, keeping her spread wide enough to keep her vulnerable and needy.

“Are you ready to see what I have in store for you?”

A timid nod is all it takes for Lena to rip the blindfold off and grip the back of Kara's head, giving the girl no choice but to look where directed.

In front of the blonde's face stands Lena, strap-on standing proudly from her hips and still covered in her juices.

“You have some cleaning to do.” Kara stares at the glistening cock in front of her face before flickering her eyes up to meet Lena's own emerald orbs. “I don't have all day, get to it.”

“Yes, Daddy”

Without further ado, Kara leans forward as much as possible within her restraints and licks the broad head of the glistening cock. Lena watches her intently as she sucks on the bulbous head before pulling it out of her mouth and using it to slap the other woman across the face.

“You look beautiful like this, but I think I can make you even prettier, baby girl.”

Kara frowns as the dildo is pulled away from her lips and Lena steps away to somewhere behind her. She listens for Lena’s footsteps and finds them quickly pattering toward her. It relaxes her in a way, the steps show her how excited Lena is to be with her again, how much she is enjoying what they are doing as much as she is. It makes her heart soar…and her pussy ache.

She flinches as cold fingers touch her back. The tips start right above her ass and about halfway up her back Lena switches to her nails, running them up gently before striking them back down, eliciting a gasp as red marks appear down the previously blank canvas of Kara’s back.

Kara doesn’t remember closing her eyes but when she opens them, she is simultaneously shocked and aroused to see nipple clamps and a chain dangling in front of her face.

“Your nipples will look delicious with a little bit of bling, don’t you think?”

Kara simply starts at her wide eyed and dripping.

“I need a yes or a no darling.” Lena lowers her hand and dips closer to Kara worriedly when she doesn’t immediately get a response.

“Oh, fuck yes.”

Lena’s worried expression quickly disappears as she gets to work preparing Kara’s nipples for the clamps. She takes hold of a nipple with a pinch from each hand, flicking a rolling them. She revels in the gasps and moans she pulls from the helpless woman. “Just you wait baby girl, I’m going to clamp your tits and chain them up, so I have something nice and pretty to hold onto when I go back to fucking your mouth, and don’t worry pretty girl, this time I’ll let you have all of it.”

Kara has never been so aroused in all her life, her nipples are aching deliciously and the feeling of being held immobile, having no choice but to stay put, is something that she didn’t even know that she needed in her life. Despite being physically trapped, she is free.

“Take a deep breath for me princess.”

Kara takes in the breath just for it to be knocked right out of her again as the clamps take hold of her nipples tightly. “Holy fuck.”

“There is nothing holy about this…” Lena attaches each end of the chain to the clamps and takes a firm hold of it, tugging slightly. “Unless you’re into that, I guess. Open up for the body of Christ.” Lena begins to guide the dildo back to Kara’s face, but she just glares back at her unamused.

Lena giggles as she takes in Kara’s expression.

“I’m just kidding little bird, this cock is all mine, no men involved.”

Kara’s desire for the brutal face fucking she craves much outweighs her petty need to get back at Lena, so she opens her mouth and leans forward as much as her restraints let her.

Lena meets her halfway, roughly thrusting the cock between her lips. Kara can still taste herself on it, although she is a little disappointed that it isn’t as fresh as it was before but the sting in her nipples each time Lena pulls on her chain is enough to keep her happy.

“Take it Kara, I want it all in there, clean every last inch of it for me.”

Kara bobs her head in time with Lena’s shallow thrusts. Taking a couple of inches to start with and then slowly taking it deeper. She chokes as it hits the back of her throat, but Lena doesn’t let up, she doubles down, stepping closer and gripping her hair tightly in one first whilst the other pulls on her nipple chain in time with her thrusts.

“Don’t give up on me now baby, I want every inch in that pretty little mouth.”

Inspired by her Daddy’s words she fights her reflexes and swallows the dick the best she can and with Lena’s help she slowly but surely deepthoats every last bit. Once it’s all in Lena slows her thrusts, pausing for a second each time her pelvis hit’s Kara’s face, signifying that she is truly face fucking the sexiest woman alive.

Lena pulls it out and wipes her spit covered strap across Kara’s face. “That’s it, good girl.”

She thrusts back in, revelling in the feeling of the strap pressing into her clit with each thrust. If it were only a little bit stronger then she has no doubts that she would be able to cum from this alone.

She has always thought that Kara is beautiful but seeing her now, cuffed, nipples clamped, ass filled, and messy faced from sucking her cock, she has never looked more gorgeous.

“I could do this all night.”

Kara pulls back off the dildo. “How long do we have the room.”

“Fuck, we better get a move onto the main course.” Lena steps back, petting Kara’s hair gently, a stark difference form the way she was just grabbing it. “But don’t worry that pretty little head of yours princess, we’ll be back again soon to make you a centrepiece on the wall over there.” She nods to the ‘X’ frame.

Lena walks behind Kara and grasps her ass cheeks firmly, “after all that time sucking my dick, your ass should be ready for me now little slut.”

“Yes Daddy, please fuck my ass.”

Kara is dripping onto the floor at this point, she has never been so satisfied with someone before and she hasn’t even come yet.

“Please, I need you so bad.”

Lena doesn’t wait a single second before she adds some of Kara’s dripping arousal to lube up the dildo some more and eases the plug out. She replaces it quickly with the thick head as she spreads apart the cheeks before her, giving herself a good view of what’s to come for the pretty creature before her, already way out of her depth.

She presses forward, slowly filling her up.

“Oh…OH… Daddy, you feel even bigger this way.” Lena spanks her ass as she bottoms out.

“Oh yeah, you like that dirty girl? You like the way I fill you up so deep?”

Lena slowly builds up her thrusts, starting with a slow, shallow shift of her hips and ending with her hips slapping harshly against the skin of Kara’s ass. She has one hand gripping the space between her shoulder and neck, and the other on her hip, pulling her back into each of her thrusts as much as her restraints allow her.

“FUCK! Miss please! I need to cum please. Please let me.” Kara is practically sobbing at this point. She is ruined. Her nipples are sore from the chain swinging with each thrust, her ass aches from the constant slap of Lena’s hips and now that she knows what this feels like, she never wants to leave this room again.

“You want to cum pretty girl?” When she doesn’t get an immediate response, she gives her a particularly hard thrust as she reaches around and slaps her pussy hard. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes! Yes, please! Please Miss!” Lena slows her thrusts slightly as she finds Kara’s clit, rubbing it harshly.

For Kara it was all she needed, she has been on the edge since she walked into this God-forsaken place but fuck if it doesn’t feel good.

“C-can I? Please?”

Lena doesn’t reply for a few seconds, content to make her wait.

“Cum for me baby, cum around my cock in your ass.” And she does.

Lena continues fucking her gently, leaned over her and leaving marks across her shoulder blades as she helps Kara to ride out the waves of the greatest orgasm of her life.

She keeps thrusting gently until Kara is completely boneless on the bench. She pulls out with one last kiss to the back of her neck. “Come on my good girl, let’s get you all cleaned up.”

Kara is completely out of it, drowning in the complete and utter ecstasy that Daddy had bestowed upon her in the most animalistic way she knows how.

Lena methodically undoes all of the restraints and whispers reassurances to the blonde as she whimpers when it’s time for the clamps to come off.  She carefully massages the ache away and manoeuvres them to the bed as she tries to rub away the marks left by the cuffs. “You did such a good job darling.”

Kara nuzzles in closer, tucking her head into Lena’s neck and gripping her tightly as she begins to take in her surroundings again.

Lena cards her fingers through Kara’s hair, untangling it in places and wincing at the particulary bad knots, knowing that she is the cause. “How are you feeling?”

“Ask me again when I can actually feel my legs.” Kara smiles as she looks up at the brunette.

“That good, huh?” She swoons as Kara blushes and looks away cutely.

“Did you…? You know…finish?” Kara asks shyly.

“This wasn’t about me Kara, today was about you.” Kara’s face drops.

“I can…if you want me to…”

“You don’t need to if you don’t feel up to it Kara, seeing you stretched around my cock was more than enough for me, in fact it’s preferred.”

“And if I am feeling up to it?” She asks with a smirk.

Lena evaluates her briefly. “Colour?”

“Green.”

She grasps blonde hair into her hand tightly. “We’re going to do this my way then princess. You’re going to do exactly what I say, when I say or else, we’ll have to give a few of those paddles a try next time we come here.”

“Yes, Miss” Kara smiles happily at Lena as she guides her down the bed until she is between her spread legs.

Lena holds her head away from her pelvis for a few long seconds. “Ask permission before you touch, puppy.”

“Please can I touch you, Miss? I need to taste you.” The sincerity of the words shakes Lena to the core. Kara has made her feel a great deal of emotions, but she has never felt as needed as she does right now; as desired as she does right now.

In lieu of an answer she directs Kara’s face to her dripping cunt, “Lick it.”

Kara sticks out her tongue and runs it gently through her Daddy’s folds, she slurps up as much of the dripping mess she can get into her mouth, moaning at the delicious taste. “Mmm Daddy, you taste so good.”

“Damn right, now less talking and more licking. There are better things for that mouth to be doing.”

 “Yes Ma’am.” She dives right back in, this time hungrily sucking her clit before dipping down to shove her tongue into her tight hole, licking deep inside her. Lena clutches at her hair, dragging her head up to her clit and then down again, directing her every movement.

Kara snakes her hand up Lena’s thigh, getting ready to add her fingers into the mix but her hand is caught before she makes it. “Ah, ah. Mouth only my dirty little slut. It might take a little longer, but you’ll be getting a lot more practice in these upcoming days, mark my words.”

Kara gives up complete control, helplessly following the brunette’s every movement and continues to lick and suck as demanded, no matter how sore her jaw gets or how tired her tongue has become.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Lena brings her second hand away from where she was grasping the sheets and instead brings it to join its partner on the back of Kara’s head. She holds her still and instead begins to gyrate her hips onto her tongue, thrusting into her face with increasing intensity.

“Fuuckkk, take it. Take it for me.” Kara’s face is completely drenched as Lena uses her for her own pleasure and she loves it. “Be a good slut and take everything I give you.”

The movement of her hips becomes choppier as she gets closer. By the time she is on the brink of insanity she is simply grinding down into the beautiful face of a helpless hero.

She cums harder than she ever has before, and she has no doubts that it stems from the depravity of defiling National City’s sweetheart.

She lies back breathless as she pats the head resting on her pelvis and looks down at the other woman. “I can’t tell you how hot you look covered in my cum.”

Kara raises her head and blushes scarlet.

“Don’t tell me you’re still shy about being a little bottom after everything we’ve just done princess.”

That at least makes her giggle as she clambers up next to Lena, who rolls onto her side lazily to look into cerulean eyes.

“You have truly been wonderful tonight darling, there is nobody else I could ever have wanted to be here with me.”

“Same here, I’ve had a really good time.” Kara smiles so wide that it makes her eyes crinkle up which has a domino effect that makes Lena beam right back at her.

“So, here is what is going to happen now. We are going to stay here for a couple of minutes until we catch our breaths and then go and use the washroom to clean up and then from there, we can get you back to my place to finish up our snuggles and give you all the attention you need. As much as I wish we could do that here, we just don’t have enough time.”

Lena takes Kara’s hand and pulls her closer for an impromptu cuddle. They lie there entwined until Lena is certain that if they were to stay any longer, they would fall asleep.

Once again Lena takes charge, but this time in a different way. Now she has turned on her protector mode so she is perfectly efficient in assisting Kara to the washroom, cleaning them both up and getting herself dressed again before helping Kara with her clothes, despite her insistence that she didn’t need any help.

“I’ve got you, let me take care of you for a little while.”

 That drags out another blush from Kara, but she happily relinquishes her control and let’s Lena help her before tucking herself in close to Lena as they make their way back out into the hallway and to the front desk, where Lena promptly drops the cuffs with a wink as she wraps her arm around Kara’s waist.

It isn’t until they make it out into the crisp night air and as she watches Lena try to hail a cab that she realizes that they never fulfilled any of the mission. “Shit, Lena!”

Lena rushes back over to her, fear written blatantly across her face. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

“We never did the mission, we didn’t get Roulette’s real name!”

“Oh, that…”

Kara is greeted with the guilty face of a Luthor. “Why the face? You do realize that Alex is going to actually murder us, right?”

“Actually…I might already know her name…” Lena mumbles, looking away.

Kara takes in the sheepish woman before her and can’t take it anymore. She begins to laugh, hard.

“Of course, you do.” She forces out between laughs.

At Kara’s laughing Lena also joins in.

“Alright come on, let’s go get flag one of these taxis down so we ca get back to snuggles and I will tell you everything I know about Roulette and how I may have sort of slept with her back when we were in boarding school together. Back then she was simply just Veronica Sinclair, but she always did have a flair for the dramatics.”

“You want to talk about another woman after we just did that?” Kara raises her eyebrow at Lena.

“I retract my last statement.”

They finally manage to get a cab and give the driver directions back to Lena’s penthouse and Lena tucks Kara back into her side as she guides her inside and to the bedroom, stripping them of their clothes and tucking the blonde into bed.

“I’m getting you some chocolate and some water then we are going to snuggle until you fall asleep, how does that sound?”

“Great, as long as you promise that we can do tonight all over again in the near future.”

Lena leans down and pecks her on the lips before leaning into her ear and whispering, “As if anything could ever keep me from fucking that delicious ass again.”

[desperatepleasures]

Title: handsome stranger, chapter 3/3

Words: 1165

Rating: M

Pairings: conrad/shouma, shouma/miko reference

Warnings: Very light transphobia & slight hint of breath play for a like second

Summary: Shouma is caught off guard by what he finds- or doesn’t find- in Conrad’s pants.

[loveydoveysortastuff]

Feast Upon You...✨

Anon: How would Wanda react to someone hitting on her girlfriend? 🔞

Rating/Warnings: NSFW. Public sex, eating out, fingering, jealous Wanda. Pairing: Dom!Wanda MaximoffxSub!Reader Word Count: 1364

This is my first fic so please be nice! Comments and feedback are welcome :)

If you have a prompt, send me an ask! - Kara ✨🌛

✨Wanda would quite literally freeze on the spot.

 ✨Walking back from the bar with both of your drinks in her hand, when she spots the jerk putting his arm around your shoulders, she’d quite literally stop moving.

✨And glare directly at the man who is trying to put his moves onto you.

 ✨The glasses in her hand would creak and groan against her strong grip and Wanda (not so secretly) wills one of them to break, just so she can shove one of the sharp shards through his eye socket.

 ✨You let out an awkward laugh and try your best to create room in the already enclosed space of the booth.

✨It does little to make a gap between you both; his leering body chasing you, eager to keep you pressed to him.

 ✨Wanda catches the moment you heave at his smell: a grotesque combination of sweat and stale alcohol filling your nostrils.

 ✨When you finally glance at your girlfriend, your eyes are full of irritation.

 ✨That look alone makes Wanda move again; legs moving quickly as she strides towards the two of you.

 ✨The man doesn’t look from you when she clears her throat, in an attempt to be polite.

 ✨Or when she slams the two drinks on the table.

✨He barely flinches when Wanda says: “Hey, dickbag.”

✨Instead, he cosies up closer to you, reaching a finger to trace it down your jawbone.

 ✨And mercifully, that’s Wanda’s final straw.

✨Her eyes glow red and it illuminates the dark corner the three of you are in; and finally, that ominous glow catches his attention.

✨“Can I help you?”

✨You can pinpoint the exact second he registers that it’s Wanda Maximoff glowering down at him; not some random stranger.

✨He all but jerks, face paling like a mother’s face in her early weeks of pregnancy, and you can’t help but giggle at that.

 ✨“Not so cocky now are you?”

✨“I didn’t - "

✨ “Didn’t what? Believe my girlfriend when she said she was waiting for me? I suggest you move. Now.”

 ✨He falters and that alone makes Wanda’s anger spike.

✨The red consumes her eyes and clouds around her fingers; and the man, lets out a pathetic whimper before his body is thrown from Wanda’s seat and out of the double doors to the bar.

 ✨Wanda doesn’t even check to see if he’s okay, doesn’t give the blatant stares and whispers a second look, as she grabs you by the arm and all but drags you into the back.

✨Shoving you into the vacant (and mercifully very clean) disabled toilet.

 ✨Smashing her lips to yours seconds before the door can even fully shut. Wanda not caring if anyone sees.

 ✨It takes your breath away and you stumble backwards; feet tripping over themselves as Wanda completely takes charge of you, hands gripping the back of your neck so tightly it’s borderline painful.

 ✨"Who owns you?” She growls as your ass bumps into the small sink on the wall.

 ✨"You do, mommy.”

✨"Such a good girl for me, aren't you, prinzessin? My good girl."

✨"Yes, mommy. I'm yours. Always yours." 

✨Her lips move down to your neck and she bares her teeth.

 ✨It drives Wanda wild, licking and nipping at your skin that is scented with the perfume you always wear.

✨Your head lulls back, eyes rolling shut, a happy sigh escaping your lips.

✨Wanda knows your neck is your weak point, knows that all she has to do it grab it with her hand or bite down with her teeth, are you're nothing but putty in her hands.

✨"Did he hurt you?" she asks.

✨Your brain falters and Wanda nips you, causing you to let out a pained gasp.

✨"I asked a question, baby. Answer it."

✨You force your brain to focus.

✨"I - no, he didn't, mommy."

✨"Are you sure, baby?" Wanda asks as she moves to the other side of your neck. "Waste of space, hitting on what's mine."

✨"I'm sure."

✨She hoists you with little to no warning, picking you up and settling you on the edge of the cupboard as her lips find your own again.

✨"I want to taste you." She tells you, fingers pulling up at your skirt. "And I want you to be loud. Let the whole bar hear you."

✨She goes to yank your panties down but only finds your soft skin instead.

✨Her eyebrow quirks up, a smile pulling at her lips.

✨"No panties this evening, hmm?"

✨You shake your head, blushing slightly.

✨"Naughty, naughty girl." Wanda murmurs. “I’ll have to think of a different trophy to take then, won’t I?” 

✨She very slowly drops to her knees between your spread legs and you can feel how wet and needy your pussy is. 

✨Wanda’s mouth waters and her tongue pokes out to lick her bottom lip. 

✨”I was thinking about taking you to get ice cream after,” she says, planting a kiss on your left inner thigh. “But I think I’d much rather eat you for dessert - what do you think?” 

✨And Wanda - your ever crafty girlfriend - waits until you open your mouth to reply before leaning forward and kissing you directly where you ache for her. 

✨You let out a strangled sound, one that is on the verge of being just too loud. 

✨She kisses you again, wet mouth pressing against your soft lips; doing so until your hands latch into her hair and you try to tug her where you need her the most. 

✨Her tongue parts you, your taste filling Wanda’s mouth as she rises higher until she finds your puffy clit with ease; arms worming around your thighs to keep you in place. 

✨Her lips close around it and she sucks your clit into her mouth.

✨”Oh fuck.” 

✨There’s a dull thud as your head falls back. 

✨Wanda’s eyes drift up to look at you and she smirks against you, seeing how your body is already tensing against the mirror behind. Your bottom lip is trapped between your teeth and your eyes are screwed shut. 

✨”You’re soaked, darling.” Wanda says, slurping you greedily; a string of your wetness attached to her lips. “I bet I could slip three fingers into you so easily.” 

✨She attacks your clit, tongue flicking at it with such a pace that it has you arching. 

✨You hate that you’re already so worked up, hate that she edged you for two hours that morning because you refused to drink your water the day before. 

✨But you love the stretch as she slowly pushes three of her fingers into you. 

✨Love how you clench around her and almost pull her hair from her roots as she curls them just right into you.

✨”There you go, baby.” Wanda bites your thigh again. 

✨When she moves her fingers and slams them back into you, her mouth finds your clit again and you moan, toes curling. 

✨There is one thing you adore about Wanda, and it’s the use of her hands - no, her fingers. She’s a woman of many talents and her finger work is definitely in the top 3.

✨You’re chanting the word fuck, body coiled tight, and you both know your release is imminent. 

✨”You have 5 seconds to cum.” Wanda orders, fingers working in and out of you quickly. “Otherwise I will edge you until next week.” 

✨“Shit.” 

✨It hits you when she gets to 3, a body trembling orgasm that tears through you violently and leaves you with trembling legs around Wanda’s head. 

✨She slurps everything you have to offer, drinking it down as if she was a starving woman and you can’t help but grind your pussy down onto her face; desperate to chase that second high that is just tantalisingly out of reach. 

✨And just when you think Wanda is going to grant you another release, she stops. 

✨Pulling away and out of you as you let out a mewl of incoherent words. 

✨"I’m taking you home and you will be cumming until I decide to stop, understood?” 

✨You nod. 

✨"My good little slut. Mine."

[bunnimatsu]

Now what about dom Matsus 😈

im tryna clear out my inbox so, thank you anon for this one!

tag(s): nothing too hardcore but if it’s too much for you, i’m sorry!, lowkey cringe, nsfw, dom matsus, not really edited and its basically just me horny talking and pulling it out of my ass, brat tamer karamatsu (that one’s for you @thebardisabird and @squidzza , I DID IT)

i tried to finish this as fast as i could.

osomatsu, who’s absolutely merciless when it comes to pounding you. he’ll grip your hips and slam himself into you over and over again, never slowing his pace down as wanton cries leave your lips. when you throw your head back in ecstasy, a smirk forms on his lips. he leans down and nearly whispers in your ear: “yeah you like that? tell oso how it feels…~ say it~” and when you can only let out cries and whimpers, his hand comes down on the fat of your ass and thighs while demanding you say who’s making you feel this good.

karamatsu, who’s a brat tamer. he’s the second oldest. he has younger brothers who get on his fucking nerves, you think he has time for YOUR shit, [name]? imagine: you’ve spent a looong time dragging him around the mall and doing things YOU wanted but the one time he wanted to do something, you whined a little and said no. kara had it rough the day prior and he thought shopping with you today would ease his mind but that little stunt made him snap. he grabbed your chin and tilted it up to look at him, his eyes a darker brown than you originally thought. he looked mean… “darling…i’ve spent so long trying to please you today…just like how you deserve..but the one time i ask for something i want…i get a no and a whine.. i’m very tired, cherie…” you’ve never seen him like this before and to be honest, it made you squirm a little. “you’re going into this store and shutting that pretty little mouth…understood?”

and that was the night karamatsu absolutely rocked your shit. hands tied to the bed post and having no mercy on your pretty body.

choromatsu, who no longer gets nervous around you and started to show the strict side of him. at first, he was always careful when it came down to spending a night with him. gentle caresses and slow yet nervous kisses down your body, asking ‘i-is that okay..?’. you loved it, sure, but you wanted more. you knew what choromatsu was capable of, especially when it comes down to being mean. you see it when he’s badgering at his brothers, yelling at them for being lazy pieces of shit and…ordering them around. to be honest, it was kind of sexy. he was a little shocked when you asked him if he can apply that kind of behavior in bed but he didn’t oppose to it. so naturally, you found yourself facing a mirror while you were sat on his lap, bouncing on his cock. his hands made their way up to your chest to tweak your nipples and when you tilt your head back in pleasure, he firmly grabs your cheeks and makes you look into the mirror again. “don’t look away. i told you not to look away.”

ichimatsu, who always has to have you bound. gagged, on a good day. he puts you in positions you didn’t even know existed and it leaves your poor muscles sore the next day. ichi loves to get rough with you, treating you like you’re his prey while he’s the predator. your entire body would always be covered in bruises and bite marks and it makes him always smirk in pride. he always leaves your legs shaking, whether he’s drilling into your sopping wet pussy or driving his tongue deep into you, hoping to get more and more of your sweet essence. more. ichi wants more of you. and he’ll do anything to get it.

jyushimatsu, who pins you against anything and everything. there isn’t a single piece of furniture in your house that’s untouched by you and him. he’ll have sex with you at any chance he gets if you ask him. he’ll hold you up against the wall, his biceps flexing a bit in his compression long sleeve as he pistons his hips into yours. the usual wide-mouthed smile he has on his face is replaced with a look of concentration, focused on your body and how it reacts to his touch. but that also quickly fades back to his smile as he looks at you and laughs almost joyously, “am i making you feel good?”

todomatsu, who loves to tease you. light feather touches as you sit in your chair at the mixer he took you to. you knew what he was doing, and by god, did it make you squirm a bit. it all started because atsushi was sat across from you. you were just being friendly to the guy, chatting like how you normally would. but todomatsu hated that. he didn’t like the way his ‘friend’ looked at you. only he was allowed to look at you like that, why were you letting him? and then you felt it. todomatsu’s hands gently rubbing your thigh. you looked down at his hand then up at him, moving your leg away then going back to talking to atsushi. mistake #1. he didn’t like that, so he took it a bit further. when atsushi started talking to the others at the table, you felt your boyfriend’s hand dip between your thighs, brushing against your heat slightly. you jerked forward and played it off as something else when atsushi asked if you were okay. todomatsu retracted his hand as if nothing happened, giving you a stupid coy smile. that night when you two went home, your legs were immediately spread open while he worked the vibrator against your aching cunt. you cried for forgiveness as you made a mess for what seemed like the hundredth time. he smiled sadistically as he cooed at you. “i don’t think you really are sorry~”

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and that’s that!

sorry if it’s underwhelming, writing’s still not my strong suit.

anyway, i have to tell you guys agaaiiinnn, my ask box regarding writing is closed so please, don’t send me stuff unless i say otherwise 🥹

other than that, love ya!

- jarvis <3

[bullet-prooflove]

Heyyy I asked for Bode NSFW Alphabet! Can you do B D E Y Z? Thanks love ❤️🔥

B - Bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?) 

I think due to his time incarcerated Bode could not deal with having restraints in the bedroom. I think it would really fuck with him. When he does submit to his partner I think he would hold his wrists, one crossed over the other above his head as a gesture as a symbol of that restraint. He wouldn’t move from his position unless he’s ‘allowed’ to.

However I do think he would enjoy a blindfold, maybe a silk eye mask could be something. I think he’s a very sensual person and that would be something he’d be very into especially if his partner was bestowing tender kisses all over his body.

D - Dominance (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? do they have experience as a Dom? Do they have a Dom that they trust already? What kind of things do they enjoy as/with their Dominant partner?) 

I imagine he would be the more submissive of the two, he’s been forced into a lot of dominant roles during his time in prison and I think that submitting to someone, trusting them would be a huge relief for him. His partner would be a very soft Dom, someone who builds him up, tells him how good he is, how he deserves his pleasure. He flourishes under that tenderness and it builds his confidence making him feel safe and loved.

E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

I honestly feel like after prison, this is a journey of self discovery for Bode because he doesn’t know what he likes. I think sex before that was with Kara and that was usual teenage stuff. After that he steered towards addiction so everything else was getting fucked, while he was fucked. With the right partner he now has the space to learn what he liked and to try new things.

I can easily see him coming to his partner with a new idea, something he’s seen, read or heard about and being can we try this whilst being a little shy. I could also see him accidently discovering thing like when she runs her hands through his hair, she tugs just a little and he realises that gets him off.

Y - Yes, Master (what kinds of names are used during sex? do they like being called master / mistress, daddy, etc…? what names do they call their partner?) 

His first name is a big one because in prison it’s mostly last names, it’s a way of de-humaising people, reducing their identity. He loves hearing you say his name. He likes it when you call him baby as well, I think it gives him a sense of belonging, he loves the affectionateness of it.

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?) 

He loves it when you kiss his thighs, he’s very sensitive there and the light brushing of your lips makes him feel like he’s cherished. Kissing his neck always gets him in the mood, especially if your hands are in his hair.

[supervillain-smut]

Markus: bottom.

Connor: switch.

Simon: sub.

North: dom.

Kara: soft dom.

I said what I said.

[chaotic-super]

Kara's Little Book of Fantasies - 2

Kara squirms all the way through dinner, Lena smirking at her knowingly as her thighs press together in search of friction.

Lena purposefully makes her wait, she takes her time prepping the meal and throwing the ingredients together until they have a delicious looking dish. She keeps one eye on Kara at all times, warning her with a sharp glare what will happen if her hands wander.

Lena had deposited her onto one of the stools at the kitchen island and directed her to keep her palms flat on the counter.

She thoroughly enjoys watching those fingers twitch against the hard surface as they long to bury themselves deep inside of her and relieve that ever growing inch.

Kara obediently chews each bite of her food, not really paying attention to it as Lena is teasing her between bites from her own plate.

“You are in for it now, Babygirl. We’re going to go through every filthy page from that diary of yours and make you suffer through all the dirty things your mind comes up with.” Kara actually moans at that, trying and failing to stifle it around her fork.

Kara shifts on the stool, her bare thighs sticking to the leather. She tries her best to focus on something else – anything else. Despite her efforts, her eyes fall to Miss’s full breasts peeking over the top of her silk robe, and her mind focuses on her words.

She knows what is in that diary and can’t stop herself from imagining Lena doing all of the things written inside it, more specifically, doing them to her.

She racks her mind, trying to remember all of the best ones. There is one in particular that is in the forefront of her mind, it’s just a shame it includes her powers so she will have to wait until they come back. Not to worry though, she wrote plenty of extraordinarily sexy entries that involve lots and lots of rope. It will be even better since she won’t be able to force her way out of it.

“I already have the next session planned for when your powers are back.” Lena catches her attention. “I’m going to tie you up to the ceiling with string. You’re going to have to float right in place, so it doesn’t snap. It sounds easy enough doesn’t it?”

Kara looks a little confused, this isn’t something from her book.

“Oh, and I forgot to mention, it will be in front of the window, and you’ll have a vibrator taped right in place on a low setting. I would love to see how still you can stay after say, I don’t know…an hour? Two?”

Now she gets it. She wrote about fucking in front of a window, it was one of her more daring entries and of course Lena manages to make it sound a hundred times sexier. They always have been excellent partners, it’s only right that their sexual fantasies line up so perfectly.

“Please.” Kara whimpers, desperate to finish what they already started.

“Alright, I suppose I have made you wait long enough.” Lena takes a sip of her drink, washing down her last bite. Kara goes to stand but is stopped by a firm hand on her shoulder. “You wait here.”

Kara’s skin prickles in desperation and arousal as she is left alone. Lena nowhere to be seen as she has made a swift exit back to the bedroom.

“Close your eyes.” Lena calls out to her before she steps back into the room and Kara is unable to do anything but obey.

Everything feels much more intense with her eyes shut, she can focus much more clearly on her other senses and the sensations she is feeling. She can smell the delicious scent of the dinner they just had, and she can feel her slick dripping down her thighs. She can hear the slow, deliberate steps of her love as she travels across the hardwood floor.

She shivers at the touch as Lena gently moves her hair to one side, placing it over one shoulder. Lena blows softly on the back of her neck, enjoying the anticipation she’s building in Kara.

Kara’s breath hitches when she feels a cool band of smooth fabric slide across her throat. Her breathing increases but she doesn’t dare open her eyes or move so much as an inch, terrified that Lena will stop.

She’s pretty convinced that Lena has the ability to read her mind, she’s somehow cherry picking her most desired things out of her diary and forcing her to her knees before them.

Her breath hitches once more as the two ends of the fabric are buckled together, two fingers pressed between the band and her neck to make sure it isn’t too tight.

“You look so pretty sitting there all wet and collared, just for me.” Lena whispers into her ear, hooking her finger into the ring at the front of the red leather collar so she can give it an experimental tug. “And don’t worry, I will get a new collar for when you’re allowed to bring Krypto back from the DEO.”

Kara has a box of dog items sitting in the closet and has done since they found a Kryptonian pod with a dog with all of the same powers as Kara in the dessert a week ago and she is still in the process of trying to get the DEO to let her adopt him. She’s almost there, she can feel it in her bones.

It appears that the collar isn’t the only thing Lena has brought out of their closet since she makes quick work of snapping a matching red leather leash onto the collar. “Open your eyes, pretty girl. Let me see you.”

With a tug of the leash, Kara knows Lena wants her to stand so she allows herself to be pulled by her neck, so she is standing before her.

Lena is standing proud in front of her, silk robe open and displaying her in all of her naked glory, the only other thing she’s wearing is a smile. The handle to the leash is held between her fingers delicately, controlling her with a mere flick of her wrist.

“We’re going to have a wonderful time fulfilling every desire of yours out of that little book of fantasies and I think I would greatly enjoy it if you make sure to update it daily, we can’t have you stifling that sexy imagination of yours can we?” Lena flicks the handle of the leash against her nipple, making her wince but drip so delightfully.

Lena tugs on her leash once more, pulling her into the bedroom with one insistent tug. She is positioned back onto the bed on her knees , the end of the leash not attached to her collar is wrapped around her wrists tightly and secured off around a bolt in the wooden headboard.

They have dabbled in BDSM before, but never delved too deep into the ways they can express themselves through it. The most they tend to do is use handcuffs and a strap-on, which is why they already have a special bolt in the head board to be used for securing Kara’s hands to.

The position leaves her feeling open and vulnerable. It shows Lena’s intentions without preamble and presents her to her Mistress like a feast to be devoured.

“Ask me to fill your naughty little hole with my cock and I might just do it.” Lena commands, climbing on the bed behind her.

“Please Miss, please put you cock up my butt!” Kara gasps from the humiliation of it and the shock that this is actually happening.

Lena smiles to herself as she spread the perfect ass cheeks before her so she can get a clear view of her target. She slowly drips lube down her crack and over her back hole, circling it with a single finger to build up the blonde.

Little whines and moans fill the air as Lena plays with her, taking her time to tease and prod. One finger wiggles its way inside her, exploring its new territory.

Kara grips the leather of the leash between her fingers tightly, surprised by the amount of pleasure she is getting from the penetration. She is certain that it stems from how dirty and demeaning it is and how it feeds a twisted little part of herself that just wants to be taken.

“Oh, fuck…” Kara breathes deeply as Lena adds an extra finger into her explorations, stretching her out ready for her cock as she pulls against her restraints, unable to do anything but take what Lena is giving her.

Lena feels absolutely giddy watching Kara’s reactions. She keeps an eye on her body language and the sound of her moans for any signs of discomfort but finds nothing but pure unbridled lust. She pushes her fingers in deeper, squirting more lube around her hand and pushing it inside of her, scissoring her fingers to spread her open even more.

She adds more pressure and more fingers until she is stretched around four and begging her for her cock.

“Please Miss! I need more, please!” She is practically sobbing for Lena to get a move on and fuck her just like she had promised.

She is still aching from her ruined orgasm earlier in the night and the feeling of her fingers is bringing her a new kind of ecstasy so she can only imagine what it is going to feel like to be utterly stuffed full of her massive dildo.  

Lena lets her squirm for a couple more minutes, simply thrusting her fingers inside of her like she has nothing better to do with her day.

“I’m going to fill you up with my cock now, pretty girl. Are you going to take it for me?”

Kara audibly gasps as the lubed up dildo pressed against her forbidden ring. “Yes, I’ll take it, please.”

Lena pushes the dildo into her inch by inch, pausing every now and again to let her get used to the anal stuffing she is getting. “Yes, that’s it…take all of me Kara.”

Lena grunts into her ear as she bottoms out, resting to take in the beautiful wonder of anally fucking her little pet for the first time.

She begins with short, sharp thrusts, making her perky boobs sway as her thighs ram into the back of her own with each push forwards.

As the thrusts increase in speed and power, they begin to lose themselves in the act, Lena becoming more and more animalistic and rough and Kara becoming little more than a whore who is there only for the pleasure of her Mistress.

Kara’s ass returns to the rosy shade of red that it was earlier in the evening as Lena spanks her between thrusts, enjoying the marks she leaves behind like love letters.

It doesn’t take long before Kara loses the ability to form words, especially once Lena brings her hand around her waist to rub at her clit, bringing her to a level higher than cloud 9. Her head rests on the mattress between her tied wrists and she lets out moans that are just pure filth.

Lena can sense the tension building in Kara’s body as she nears the edge and doesn’t even give her the chance to beg for her release. “Cum for me.”

Kara’s body obeys the command almost instantaneously, listening to its true owner.

Lena fucks her through it, dousing her in pleasure and railing her better than she ever has been before. She can hardly believe that Kara is really allowing her to fuck her like this, this being one of her biggest fantasies of her own that she didn’t have the balls to bring up in fear of rejection.

It takes only a matter of minutes before Kara is cumming on her dick again and then again. Lena milks her dry of every orgasm she has in her until her body is completely slack against her and her head shakes quickly from side to side.

“M’done, m’done.”

Lena understands immediately and pulls out carefully, pride filling her chest at how well fucked Kara looks as she sags into the mattress.

Lena undoes the leash and flips her onto her back so she can massage her wrists, soothing any residual pain and restoring the blood flow.

“You did so good for me, darling.” Lena drops chaste kisses to her forehead, down her face and eventually, her lips.

“Really?” Kara is still a little out of it from the power of her release but somehow manages to convey her need for being Lena’s good little girl loud and clear.

Lena strokes her hair and wraps her arms around her, “Always.”

They lie just like that for a while longer. Lena knows she will have to move onto aftercare very soon, but Kara is holding onto her tightly, showing her that what she really needs right now is to be held so she simply holds her, planning the next session in her head already.

[blkmxrvel]

Haven’t Forgotten My Way Home (30) - [CONVERTED]

Pairing: Kara Zor-El x Female!Reader

Summary: In the D/s society of National City, men and women abandoned by their Dom/mes or otherwise deemed unfit for life “outside” end up at the Mount Overland House for Orphaned Submissives. It is here that Kara Zor-El finds Y/N Hastings, broken and fearful from mistreatment at the hands of her former Dom. Can Kara coax Y/N back into the world that once so terrified her, and show her the true meaning of care and submission?

Warnings: Domestic Violence (Flashbacks, Mentions and Descriptions), Misogyny, Domination/Submission.

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Little Y/N/N,

Good to hear you and the loud one (I’m kidding don’t kill me) are settled in. Ma’am says she “finds the pictures acceptable, but please tell Kara we need to talk about the color scheme in the living room.” (Actually had to give her the laptop.)

Back to me now. Sam’s good, her and Lena are just spending their time spoiling the monkey face. I finally have babysitting privileges. Brainy took the Paternity  test. It would’ve been nice for him to be a dad, but Lana’s looks are scary so I’m glad it came back negative. And Ma’am and I got some brochures from an adoption agency yesterday; we’re going to see about maybe a kid of our own.

Don’t worry about Kara finding a role. Ma’am says it’s a tough business but if anybody can break into it Kara can. Oh, thought you’d like to know that Schott got arrested for taking bribes from Willis. So now all his cases are being reviewed. Dunno what that means for yours, but Ma’am says not to worry, she’ll let you know. And Sam and Lucy are on top of it too.

I gotta go cause it’s roleplaying ni grefsrersl  cause Ma’am says so, but I’ll write again soon.

Miss you, Little Y/N/N. Love ya.

Maggie

Y/N closed her laptop with a smile; she’d answer Maggie later. She sipped the last of her tea and glanced out of the shop, seeing the sun beginning to slip down. It had been a good day, her first at the bookstore. Her boss was nice, a sweet little submissive who was pleased that Y/N knew so much about art and Broadway, and Y/N got a 20% discount on books. Mistress was limiting her to two books a month though – “Just for now,” she had said – because they were just starting out and she knew Y/N would buy out the store if she could.

Today was also Mistress’s first day, at an off-off-Broadway workshop, and Y/N couldn’t wait to ask her how it had gone. She knew Mistress was in a hurry to win a good role, because she wanted success for herself and Y/N, and to get them both out of the small apartment in a moderately good but still not the best neighborhood. But it would come in time, Y/N had reassured her, and after all, they’d only been in New York a month.

She was on her way, and so was Mistress.

And the apartment might be small, but it was theirs. It was on the 4th floor but thankfully there was an elevator, and Mistress had been glad that there was a doorman for a little added sense of security. They had decorated it together, though apparently Alex didn’t agree with the shade of green they’d chosen for the living room. Y/N could only imagine what Mistress would say to that, and she laughed softly.

As if on cue, she felt someone slip in next to her and clear their throat expectantly, and that’s when Y/N realized.

The sun was going down.

Oops.

“I was supposed to be home an hour ago.”

“That you were,” Mistress said, but she wasn’t angry, and she rested her head on Y/N’s shoulder. This was Y/N’s favorite shop besides the bookstore, and Mistress knew that if Y/N wasn’t to be found, she’d usually be here, just two blocks from their apartment.

“I’m sorry, Mistress.” Y/N tilted her face to kiss her forehead.

“Mmhm,” Mistress hummed. “When we get back to the apartment, for an hour you’ll spend 3 minutes of every 10 in the corner. Perhaps that will help you remember the importance of time.”

“Yes, Mistress,’ Y/N answered, and smiled as she began running her fingers through Y/N’s hair.

“Are you sure you like it?”

“I told you I did,” Mistress said, toying with the cropped pink strands. “It’s a good look for you. And very, very hot.”

“Mm, good to know,” Y/N said, kissing her. “I think I’ll keep it this way for a while, then.”

“Let’s get home now,” Mistress said. “Theo missed you.”

“Just Theo?” Y/N teased, standing up and shouldering her bag as Mistress circled her hand around her wrist, holding her protectively.

“No, not just Theo, you little brat,” Mistress said with a roll of her eyes.  “I missed you too. And I was worried. I thought you’d forgotten your way home.”

Y/N shook her head and stopped in the middle of a busy New York evening to hug her Mistress, and kiss her with as much love as she possibly could.

“I could never forget my way to you.”

FIN

[yujinslovr]

magic ⍟ she/her ⍟ entj ⍟ nsfw blog! ⍟ ‘05

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i'll write for

-legal adults -mostly all ggs -fem reader -mostly sub!reader -gp!idol -i'll write alot of taboo/darker content! -only idol x idol i write for is annyeongz, 2kim, chaekkura (dom!kkura), jinjoo, jenlisa (dom!jennie), ssamjin, minayeon, and winrina (dom!jimin)! -camila cabello -kirari... -natasha romanoff and wanda -pretty little liars (main 5 girls) -kara danvers (supergirl) -dimitrescu sisters -swf2 (redy, rena, redlic, harimu, gooseul, bucky, tatter, and bada) swf1(lee jung, no:ze, emma, and rozaline) -i write for most kinks -one shots(two is my max) (i wont write chubby!reader)

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mlist- KINKTOBER MASTERLIST dom!gp!yujin x fem!reader shadows - vampire!yena x fem!reader gp!dom!jennie x fem!reader (non-con) sugar daddy!rose x fem!reader (drabble) dom!wonyoung x subby!ahn yujin(drabble) gp!rose x fem!reader(drabble) sugar mommy!lisa x fem reader(drabble) gp!hybrid!yujin x fem reader(drabble) sub!alpha!yujin x dom!beta!wonyoung(drabble)

[marcusrobertobaq]

The day mfs drop with the whole Connor being a kid and naive fragile young fella, Markus being the brute that can't show emotions and always gotta show dom, and Kara being the fragile and weak girl trapped in an domestic abuse loop the world gonna end. No joke.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Master List # 61

. Before the dusk - Kara Danvers x Male Reader

Dating Kara Danvers and Logan being your father would include...

Do you sleep at night? - Kara Danvers x Reader

Supercatcorp/male reader poly relationship headcanons both fluff and smut

Lost in Seattle - Kara Danvers x Reader-Venom

Headcanon, Kara Danvers x Reader/ Shazam

You left the darkness in my heart - Kara Danvers x Reader

Montana - Red daughter/ Linda Lee x Male Reader x Kara Danvers

Let your eyes see the hidden things - Kara Danvers x Male Reader

W-w - Kare Danvers x Male Reader (Smut: PregnancyKink)

Diamonds hides in the lake - Kara Danvers x Male Reader

Time in Sin City can never be restored - Kara Danvers x Male Reader

Can't spell Dysfunction without ’Fun’ - Male Reader x Kara Danvers

Male reader headcanon for being Kara's best friend

Just you - Kara Danvers G!P x Female Reader (Smut)

I need a release - Kara Danvers G!P x Male Reader (Smut)

I really like you a lot - Kara Danvers G!P x Female Reader (Smut)

First time for everything - Kara Danvers G!P x Male Reader (Smut)

The system - Dom Carol Danvers X Sub Male Reader (Smut)

Driving through the city - Bottom!Carol Danvers x Female Reader (Smut)

I tested the cable, I plugged in my laptop - Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader G!P x Carol Danvers g!p. (Smut)

I don't have an answer - Male Reader x Carol Danvers

Join the party - Natasha Romanoff G!P x Male Reader x Wanda Maximoff G!P x Carol Danvers G!P (Smut)

Leave the suit on - Carol Danvers x Male Reader (Smut )

Be my first - Carol Danvers x Male Reader (Smut)

Black River Eyes - Beta Luke Dunphy x Omega male reader (Smut)

Fading horizon - Luke Dunphy x Fem!Reader

Tea and Honey - Luke Dunphy x male reader

On the disc, there are 3 words - Luke Dunphy x Male Reader

[kingofthelizardpeople]

The idea of super girl just holding the reader in the tightest hug ever, like full on nuzzling the readers neck , arms wrapped around the reader’s waist forcing them into her lap. She’s saying something like “oh I’m so happy where together now my sweet :]” and the reader is just like “WTF-HOW DID U GET INTO MY APARTMENT”

Kara almost chokes Y/N out

Kara: I couldn't stay away from you for long <3

Y/N choking: how did you get in here...?

(Both have absolute dom mommy energy)