#kara-write

[kara-knight]

Jedi love bugs ft. Temple Guard Feemor

Post the first sentence/s you write in your WIP today (I happen to also have WIP art!)

People used to the scoured clean parades and squares of the upper levels and senate district complained about the insects that scurried and crawled amongst the lower levels of the city planet, pulled towards the neon lights of signs from cracks in the buildings but Feemor was glad of the little lives surrounding him. He smiled beneath his mask when a moth landed on his helmet. It made the hours standing guard over the scattered Temple entrances far more joyful.

@zillanovikov i have the first sentence. *gently hands it to you like a little bug*

@queerest-beetle :)))

[theerurishipper]

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"Hey, Bruce. Just needed to pick up some— Damian, what happened to you?"

Damian glares across the room. Dick stares at his black eye, unabashedly confused. Bruce just fights the urge to sigh.

"He got into an altercation with Roy Harper," Bruce reveals finally, and understanding blooms on Dick's face.

"Ah."

"I was defending your honor, Richard!" Damian seethes, slapping away Bruce's hand. "And anyway, this is nothing compared to the tomfoolery that takes place atop the Watchtower. You should see them go at it, as though they were common schoolchildren and not respected superheroes holding the fate of the world in their hands."

"And how is that different from you starting a fight with Roy?"

Damian scoffs, face turning red. "He had it coming."

Dick smiles for a moment, and then sighs. "This whole situation is causing way too many problems, isn't it."

"I don't know," Tim says, a smirk on his face. "All of Young Justice is on your side, Dick. I'd say this whole ordeal has brought us all closer together."

Cass nods, grinning. "And we are more... united than ever."

Bruce is just glad someone is getting something out of this. Because he sure isn't.

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"Well played, Grayson," muttered Roy, as Lian happily licked the large lollipop in her hand. Next to her was a little piece of paper that simply said 'Gotcha.' And all Roy could do was shake his head, amused.

"Well played."

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First <- Part 14 <- Part 15 -> Part 16

Masterpost

Bonus:

[fantastic-nonsense]

Steve Orlando, after writing half of Supergirl Rebirth and fixing Wonder Woman after Robinson's run, in the middle of writing Donna Troy's nth origin story retelling: "bro she saw her planet blown up as a teenager and then got to Earth and her baby cousin was older than her now. it's not hard, go read some of her stories and figure it out"

[karaaeilish]

⌞ ❛❛ 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐲 ❞◞ˊ. ⌝

→ "billie…! we c—can't!" your face's buried in the corner of her neck, hands tugging at her leather jacket; not sure if you're trying to push her away or pull her closer. three thick fingers buried deep in your cunt, palm slapping against your clit with each thrust.

you're dripping all over the seat of her bike, legs shaking and clenching around her wide waist, toes curling.

"hush, princess" her hand comes up to push a few fingers between your lips. cold rings clack against your teeth, drool dripping down your chin, slowly running down your neck.

"that's better"

→ "finneas's in the next room, babygirl, so keep that pretty mouth shut" she whispers in your ear, hot breath teasing your neck, sending shivers down your body. cool palms almost gently rubbing your back under your big shirt, as if that would help.

your pussy clenches around her strap, the feeling of being filled drives you crazy, leaving nothing in your mind but her name and her thick cock.

"i know it's hard, but it's punishment" she purrs, looking down to where her strap disappears into your pussy. "so hold fucking still while i work"

→ "d—daddy! please…" you whine, no—cry. your completely naked body's splayed out on the backseat of her new audi, panties hanging on your ankle as her cock rams into your pussy at an animalistic speed, making the car shake erratically.

"shut the fuck up already" she rips the underwear off your leg, silently shoving it into your mouth, letting you taste your own arousal.

"wanna cum inside, mama, can i?" she asks almost politely, even though she already knows how much your eyes light up at the thought. you nod frantically, and billie just chuckles, gently patting your cheek.

"that’s what i thought"

→ "relax, my love" her presence from behind's as strong as her strap, sliding in and out of your pussy teasingly slow. your hands grip the edge of the balcony, knuckles white from the force of your grip.

the eiffel tower looks beautiful, the lights twinkling, but everything blurs as her middle finger starts to stimulate your clit.

"enjoy the view, pretty girl, mm?" billie leaves wet kisses on your neck, not caring at all about the people passing by below. "while i enjoy that sweet pussy of yours"

→ her body on the edge of the pool, you standing underwater, on your tiptoes. her bottom lip disappearing under her teeth, brows furrowed, chest heaving with each pleasure filled breath as your tongue flickers over her pussy, hands gripping her hips tightly.

"that’s it baby… right there" she blinks a few times, eyes dropping to your face, meeting your hungry eyes. her hand's buried in your hair, tugging and pulling, guiding your head just the way she likes it.

her thighs are clamped tightly around your head, body shaking, betraying how close she is.

"fuck, just don’t stop, my perfect girl…"

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[kara-knight]

Laak’ja paused, perfectly poised on the balls of her feet, her entire self a coiled energy ready to be thrown into the distance with the spear balanced in her hand.

Then she let it fall to her side. She fell, to the ground, to her knees.

post the first sentence you write in your WIP today (and today I'm posting the second sentence too because it's funny)

“Catch your breath, my good man, and we'll go again. We'll be at it until the law arrives,” Jacques winked broadly to the crowd, as if it was not the first time he'd said that phrase, though perhaps the previous utterances had been in a somewhat different context, “so don't wear yourself out too soon.”

[fazedlight]

Ferrari (S2 meet-cute, inspo)

“Jesus christ,” Alex’s disbelieving voice said over the earpiece.

“What is it?” Kara said, giving the hellgrammite one last kick in the head for good measure. “Is there another one?” 

“No,” Alex muttered, “But fuck, Kara, you bashed a Ferrari.”

“Oh,” Kara said, turning behind her, frowning at the sight of the crumpled platinum convertible. “Well, public safety comes first.”

“Thanks for the paperwork,” Alex said, “Let’s hope whatever rich son of a bitch-”

But Kara turned back towards the car and the skyscraper, her ears picking up on the murmurs of passersby who had gathered during the attack. “Is that her?” and “holy shit” they whispered, as Kara caught the sight of a woman exiting the building.

An utterly gorgeous woman.

Kara felt a flush grow on her face as the woman took pause, glancing down at her car, expression carefully blank and hidden behind wide sunglasses. Oh Rao, I had to ruin some pretty lady’s car, Kara thought, feeling a sinking pit in her stomach.

The woman looked up, seeming to gaze at Kara - before her eyes darted to the side again where the hellgrammite still lay unconscious, then back to Kara. With a sigh, the woman stepped to her left, passing behind the wrecked Ferrari and walking straight towards her. Oh Rao oh Rao oh Rao-

The woman reached her quickly, halting in front of Kara from her position in the street. Kara swallowed, watching as the woman’s lips quirked slightly. “I suppose you’re entitled to some revenge,” the woman murmured, her lilting voice making Kara feel like melting, “But I’m surprised you would direct it at a beautiful Italian vehicle.”

Beautiful? You’re beaut- wait. “Revenge?” Kara squeaked.

“My brother, your cousin,” the woman gestured loftily. 

“Your brother,” Kara sputtered, “Wait, you’re-”

“Lena Luthor,” the woman said.

Oh shoot, Kara thought, still shocked as Lena reached for her sunglasses, pulling them off to reveal stunning green eyes. I hope she’s evil, otherwise this is a diplomatic nightmare, Kara thought, straightening up for some damage control. “Miss Luthor, I am so sorry-”

“It’s alright, Supergirl,” Lena said, glancing up to Kara again, “I took out extra insurance before moving to this city.”

“Moving?” Kara asked, “You live here?”

“I do now,” Lena said, and that’s when Kara saw it - the slightest fault in Lena’s haughty demeanor, the nervousness behind the mask, “I’ve actually been hoping to meet you. I’m taking over LuthorCorp. To make it a force for good.”

A force for good, Kara thought, wonder flitting past her mind. Was this a trap?

Or the start of something better? “I think that’s a wonderful idea, Miss Luthor.”

“I could use your help,” Lena said honestly, “Maybe we could discuss over coffee?”

“I’d like that,” Kara smiled.

“Good,” Lena said, raising her sunglasses again to her face. Kara watched as the woman turned, making her way back to the sidewalk. This is going to get interesting, Kara thought.

Lena hesitated once more, turning her head over her shoulder. “Oh, and Supergirl?”

“Yes, Miss Luthor?”

“I trust you’ll be able to handle the shipment of the replacement Ferrari?”

A small smile flickered to Kara’s lips. She could recognize a powerplay when she saw one. Well, I did ruin her car, Kara thought, I’ll give her the win on this one. “Of course.”

“Thank you.”

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I wrote a continuation of this ficlet, called Venture.

[natalievoncatte]

Kara heard a distinctive hollow pop as she approached Lena’s apartment. The doorman had been gracious enough to let her up, informing her that Miss Luthor was expecting her. She knocked on the door and listened intently. The soft clink of a bottle being set on a table and rather gentle passing of Lena’s feet on the hardwood floor. Kara resisted the urge to peer through the door.

When it swung in, she wished she’d had the chance to prepare herself. Lena was visibly distraught, eyes red rimmed from crying and cheeks puffy. She was dressed down in a a sweater and leggings, and couldn’t meet Kara’s gaze with her own.

It hurt. Seeing her like this physically hurt, gouging a dull ache into her chest. Her first instinct was to reach out and scoop the smaller woman into a tight hug, make her safe, to wall her in with her arms. Kara fought it down and sighed.

“You… don’t look so good.”

“Come in,” Lena said, her voice soft and flat. “If you want to hang out with a monster, that is.”

Lena turned and trudged back into the apartment as if she was walking to the gallows. She fell back into the couch and grabbed the wine bottle from the table, long since having abandoned the pretext of glasses.

“You’re not a monster, Lena.”

She stared at the bottle and took a long pull from it, the wine sloshing around the bottom.

“Yeah I am. You ever watch Godzilla movies?”

Kara blinked. “What?”

“Godzilla. Giant radioactive lizard.”

“Of course.”

Lena snorted a bitter laugh. “Monsters are born too large, too strong, too tall. That is their tragedy. Or something like that. Director of the movie said it. That’s me. I’m not trying to hurt anyone, it’s just in my blood. It’s who I am and I’ll never escape it.”

“That’s not true,” Lena said, softly.

She looked around the apartment, shocked to find dishes piled in the sink and two more empty wine bottles lined up on the kitchen island.

Kara quickly moved to the couch. Lena offered no resistance as Kara took the bottle. Lena stared as Kara took a long, glugging pull.

“There. Now you’re not drinking alone.”

Lena smiled weakly. Kara didn’t mind the taste of the wine but as far as getting her drunk, it was like pouring it down the drain. If she could keep Lena from alcohol poisoning, it was worth it. Kara felt a tug in her chest. Lena looked so soft, her big eyes wet with tears.

“I only wanted to help.”

“You did, Lena. You saved the world.”

“Children, Kara. Sick kids, dying because of me.”

“That’s not true, Lena. Edge is cooking the data, you know that. We’re going to clear your name and I’m going to help.”

“I’m so tired, Kara. My own brother tries to murder me once a week because I won’t help him try to take over the world. I keep getting kidnapped by my insane family and aliens and God knows who else and I’m tired. That woman today almost killed me. One of these times there won’t be someone to jump in front of the bullet and it’ll be my time.”

“That won’t happen.”

Lena shook her head, failing to fight back the tears. “I’m so tired of being everyone’s monster.”

“You’re not a monster to me, Lena. You are so good. You work so hard and care so much, and people don’t even know about your work at the children’s hospital, the reading to the kids. You’re a saint.”

Lena looked at her sharply. “How did you know about that?”

Kara thought, FUCK.

She fiddled with her glasses, knowing it was a tell.

“I um, well I am a reporter. I won’t tell anyone, I know you don’t want publicity.”

“Kara, I’m confused. I put a lot of effort into making sure no one knows I do that, so the kids don’t have to deal with the bullshit my life brings. Have you been following me?”

Kara licked her lips.

Just holding back the truth isn’t make it a lie, did it?

“More like keeping tabs, just to… keep you safe. To watch your back.”

Lena looked horrified. Kara’s chest seized and she thought for a moment that she’d gone too far.

“Kara, I don’t want you doing that. If Edge or my brother come after me and you’re in the way, they’ll kill you. You can’t risk that, you don’t deserve it.”

Lena grabbed her hands. “Listen to me, Kara. I have a target on my back. I have a price on my head. Sooner or later my number is going to be up and I’d rather die than have you be the one to catch the bullet. I just want you to be okay.”

“They won’t get you.”

Lena pressed her eyes shut and choked back a sob. “Yeah, they will. I’m living on borrowed time. It’s just a matter of the odds, in the end. Next time James won’t be there to take a bullet for me and Supergirl will be too busy and I’ll just be another monster on obituary page until-“

“Stop it!” Kara barked, shocked at the sharp snap of her own voice. “Stop it. I won’t let them.”

Lena’s eyes snapped open and she stared at Kara, more than a little shocked. Her hands tensed, closing tightly around Kara’s.

“Don’t put that on yourself. I’m not you’re responsibly and I don’t want you risking your life for me. It’s just not worth it.”

“You are worth it,” Kara insisted, shaking her hands a little as she leaned in. “You are, and I won’t accept that you’re not.”

“I love that you believe in me so much.”

Kara’s heart did a backflip. Love? She loved it? Lena was looking at her with such a softness in her eyes, and Kara scolded herself that she was drunk, that she might say things she didn’t intend or didn’t want to slip out.

“But,” Lena said, “you’re just one person, you can’t save me from this.”

Kara’s jaw set as she bit down on this pressure growing inside her, as if something had taken root in her chest and grown and grown inside until it made her ribs creak and her heart ache and it would split her open if she didn’t let it out.

She wasn’t drunk. She was lucid, clearheaded, but Lena was gazing into her soul with tear-filled eyes and she looked so small and vulnerable and resigned, like she was just waiting for her turn at the headsman’s axe.

Kara couldn’t take it. She couldn’t fucking take it, and the words came so easily she scarcely knew how she’d held it in for so long.

“I can protect you, Lena. I’m Supergirl. I can do anything.”

Lena’s soft expression twisted into a scowl.

“Bad time for a joke, Kara.”

Tenderly, as gently as she could, Kara guided Lena’s hand to her glasses.

“Go ahead.”

Lena hesitated, chewing her lip, eyes flicking strangely, gaze surveying Kara’s face- looking at her eyes, her scar, and in a way that pulled at Kara’s heart, her lips.

Slowly, carefully, Lena pulled the glasses free, visibly surprised by their weight.

“They’re lined with lead. It helps with sensory overload.”

Lena raised her now shaking hand and her thumb grazed Kara’s ear as she reached back to unclasp the clip holding Kara’s hair, allowing honeyed tresses to spill free across her shoulders and down her back.

“Look at me, Lena.”

Lena looked. Her expression flickered from pained annoyance to shock to something Kara couldn’t quite identify.

“You lied to me,” Lena whispered.

Kara bit back some lame excuse, like I never said I wasn’t Supergirl.

“I did, and I’m sorry. If this means your feelings about me have changed, that’s okay, but I won’t stop protecting you. I won’t let Morgan Edge or your brother or anyone hurt you. Never you.”

Kara’s jaw trembled as she spoke and her heart was racing.

Lena’s was doing the same, beating too fast in her chest. Kara carefully put her hands on Lena’s shoulders.

“Easy,” she said. “I know this is a shock.”

“When you caught me after… when you saved me from Lillian… when you… the helicopter… that was you?”

“Always, Lena. I’ll never let you fall.”

“Kara?” Lena whispered.

She was staring, but rather than meet Kara’s gaze, she was looking lower, eyes fixed on Kara’s lips. Kara’s gut did a backflip at the way Lena was looking at her, mouth slightly parted, flushed, her heart racing.

If Kara was human, she might pick up on those things, or she might not. She might be confused or briefly wonder if Lena was really looking at her the way it seemed she was.

Kara Danvers was not human. She could look up and see particles dancing across the atmosphere in hues for which humans had no names because their eyes were blinded to them. She could hear the rapid beating of Lena’s heart and see the heat blooming on her skin and taste on her tongue the tangy, pleasant musk of the pheromones Lena was emitting, and she could do it all so fast that her mind processed it so quickly that it could barely be measured. When Lena began to lean towards her, she watched it happen in curious slow motion.

When Lena kissed her, it was an explosion of sensation. Not just the soft warmth of her lips but her scent, her real scent breath the perfumes and sharp tang of wine smell, the pure scent of Lena herself. The soft sigh that broke from Lena’s lips was a symphony, and Lena’s hands on Kara’s flanks was like a blast of firecrackers running under her skin to ignite a sudden flare of warmth low in her hips.

Lena was kissing her. Kara was kissing her back, consuming every aspect of the contact in perfect detail, burning it into her solar-powered Kryptonian mind where it would live in perfect detail for the rest of forever.

She gently, oh so gently, pushed Lena back.

“Lena, stop.”

“Oh,” Lena murmured, her face falling. “I didn’t… I’m sorry… I thought… I misread…”

“No, no Lena it’s not that I promise, you’re drunk. You’ve had too much to drink and I can’t let you do anything while you’re like this, I couldn’t take it if you wake up tomorrow and…”

Lena blinked back tears.

“Oh my God. You really are a superhero, aren’t you?”

“I’m just being decent.”

Lena smiled sadly. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Well, you’ve got me, Lena. You’re not getting rid of me.”

Lena actually laughed, a bitter little chuckle that made her look away in embarrassment.

“I can imagine Lex seething if he found out about this.”

“Alex is going to kill me.”

Lena giggled. “Oh my God.”

“What, um, what is this, exactly?” said Kara, her voice cracking with tension. “I mean, you kissed me.”

“I did,” Lena said, guarded. “I’ve wanted to for so long. How does the saying go? In vino, veritas?”

“In wine there is truth,” said Kara.

“Yeah.”

“Lena, we’re going to get through this, I promise, and I will always protect you. Always. Right now I need to protect you from the hangover you’re going to have tomorrow. I’m putting you to bed, and I’m sleeping on the couch.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I don’t have to, but I need to know you’re safe, and you can’t get any safer than Supergirl crashing on your couch.”

Lena blurted, “I could have her in my bed.”

Kara thought her soul might leave her body.

“Not when you’ve had this much to drink.”

“God, you are amazing,” Lena sighed.

Kara nodded. “If you say so.”

It took a while for Kara to actually get Lena into her bed. Lena was suddenly taken with an extreme tiredness and Kara let her lean on her as they walked down the hall, fighting the urge singing in her veins, demanding that she pick her up and just carry her.

She may have been Supergirl, but even she had limits.

Once Lena was curled up in blankets and safe, Kara puttered around the apartment, doing the dishes, cleaning a little before she fell back on the expansive sofa to sleep.

When the warm morning sun woke her, she sat up and found Lena staring at her.

“I didn’t dream that. You’re really here.”

Kara rose from the couch and approached her tentatively.

“Yeah. I’m really here. Lena, if you’re angry with me because…”

Lena cut her off, darting forward to plant a soft kiss right on her lips. Kara froze as her brain essentially rebooted.

“Oh,” said Kara.

Lena smiled softly. She still looked bedraggled and had clearly been crying, but the smirk on her lips was everything.

[ekingston]

So it’s 2019, because that’s what it said on the screenshot I used to create the gif, and you’re casually browsing Netflix, grateful to be alive in a world where COVID or an internationally devastating shift in political alliances are but distant echoes of a future that may never come to pass, and you happen upon a movie that’s just been added, called BREACH.

Your Netflix synopsis says: When a man turns up dead on the shore of a remote mountain town and a local girl vanishes without a trace, it’s up to a local detective to put the pieces together. But when she rescues an attractive tourist off the side of the road, the investigation takes an intimate—and dangerous—turn.

And you’re like, ‘eh, nothing I haven’t seen before,’ (though the LGBTQ label is interesting), but then the preview starts autoplaying and IS THAT KATIE MCGRATH?! And it IS. So now you have no choice but to sit through the trailer.

Nocturne by Blanco White is playing, calmly at first, swelling as it goes on. You’re presented with a wide shot of a towering dam, the camera slowly rising up the water-streaked concrete before breaching the top. An enormous lake BOOMS into view, jagged mountains beyond it, forming a serrated edge against the lightening sky. It’s early morning. Mist is rolling down the densely forested mountains and over the water.

(You wonder if this production used the same locations (or rather special effects) as Les Revenants did, and yes, it absolutely did, because I loved the atmosphere of that show and I adore mountain towns with enormous lakes and it is, to date, the most Hollywood version of non-Paris France I’ve ever seen.)

The wide shot narrows to a ground-level closeup of the pebbled shoreline, pulling slowly away from the water until we glimpse a piece of discarded police tape, fluttering on the breeze. The camera pans past a pair of sneakers and then a pair of uncomfortable-looking high heels, wobbling on the rocky beach. It’s a news crew, reporting live on the disappearance of a young girl. The camera pushes past them, staying at ground-level as it leads us into the woods, where we find the paws of a canine unit, splashing in a shallow mountain stream. There’s the sound of police radios, and then we see the boots of a police search party. We stop at a much smaller but otherwise identical pair of leather boots. The camera pans up at our detective—it’s Katie McGrath! Finally!

She looks amazing, obviously. For the sake of this miraculously being a supercorp AU, her character is a fair bit more acerbic version of our girl Lena Luthor, except we’re time traveling so she’s now in her early 40s, her dark hair greying slightly at the temples (let a girl dream), her jawline somehow sharper than ever, freckles proudly on display in the natural light. Her hair is hanging loosely over her shoulders, looking like it hasn’t seen a brush since she last laid down. Lena is wearing slacks, a wrinkled dress shirt and a men’s blazer that is slightly too large for her. She stares off into the woods, chin jutting, a muscle jumping in her jaw, her fingers absently playing with a pack of cigarettes.

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Early nighttime. A dark mountain road, lit sparsely, tall pine trees walling it in on both sides. We see over Lena’s shoulder, her hands on the steering wheel, as her cruiser’s headlights sweep over the shape of a woman, bent over the engine of her stalled car. The woman—blonde, mid-thirties, wearing cut-off jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt far too thin for the late hour—turns when the car appears, squinting into the light. It’s Kara.

Lena comes to a stop behind her and rolls her window down. She calls out, “You need a ride?”

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The dimly lit interior of a spartan living room. Lena dumps blankets on the couch.

Kara asks, “You sure this is okay, me sleeping here?”

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Daytime, and we’re at the sheriff’s office. Lena, wearing a clean-but-barely-ironed dress shirt, drinks coffee as if her life depends on it. Mike Matthews, the sheriff’s deputy, makes fun of Lena’s uncharacteristic hospitality.

“What was I supposed to do?” Lena asks him, as we see a flashback shot of Lena watching Kara over the rim of her coffee cup, earlier that morning. “Next town’s hours away.”

We see Kara maintaining eye contact with Lena for a moment, the corners of her eyes crinkling, as we hear Mike telling Lena, back at the office, “You won’t even let me stay at your place.”

“You had bed bugs,” Lena points out. Then she raises an eyebrow, looking away, adding as a casual sidenote, “Plus she’s prettier than you.”

WLWNESS/SAPPHICTROCITY/LESBIANANIGANS CONFIRMED.

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It’s evening, and we’re in Lena’s kitchen. Kara is making dinner when Lena walks in, feeding scraps to—and this is very important! but only to me—Lena’s dog. Did I mention this is actually also a crossover with Person of Interest, and for absolutely no other reason than I need Lena to have Bear the Brilliant Belgian Malinois? “I see you made a friend,” Lena says. It’s unclear whether she’s talking to Bear or Kara.

The news is on, talking about the missing girl. Lena turns it off before settling into a chair near the open doorway, her legs splayed wide at rest. Bear immediately settles at her side, chin resting on Lena’s thigh. We all kind of want to be a Brilliant Belgian Malinois, in that moment. Kara asks, indicating the TV, “You think she’s still alive?”

“Could be.” Lena digs for her pack of cigarettes and pulls a lighter from a kitchen drawer, probably shoving an old walkman she’s had forever out of the way to get to it, scratching the course hair between Bear’s ears before settling back down. “‘Course if you asked me last week, I may have told you something different.”

Kara turns off the stove so you can all stop worrying, and starts plating the food. “What changed?”

Lena pauses while she lights her cigarette and takes a deep drag, the blue smoke drifting through the doorway outside as Lena savors it, slowly breathing out as gays the world over are forced to reconsider the merits of smoking. Like yes, it kills you in terrifying, excruciating ways, but LOOK AT HER. Lena watches Kara intently, but doesn’t answer her question.

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We see Lena in her bedroom, late at night, flipping through case files. Her fingers (which, EXTREME closeup, EXTREME CLOSEUPS OF HER HANDS THROUGHOUT THIS ENTIRE PRODUCTION, hover over a grainy picture of a young white man, wearing a red baseball cap. His back is turned so we can’t see his face, though if you hated hard enough back in the day you may have a hunch. As the camera circles around the room, Lena is replaced by Kara, the bedroom now bathed in golden morning light. She’s looking through the photos too, her fingers shaking. We see her react to the photograph of the ballcapped man, before quickly putting things back exactly as they were.

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An evening shot of the lake, the water wrinkling in the breeze, softly lapping at the shore. We hear the sound of something large hitting the water.

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A pee break, actually, and you’re gonna go ahead and grab a snack while you’re up. There sure is a lot of water in this movie. Wait, weren’t you just watching a trailer? Why does it feel like an hour has passed? Is it the hands? How many times have you hit that pause button? What year is it?

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Lena and Kara are at the Lake Pub. It’s dimly lit and smoky. Lena drinks whiskey. Across from her, Kara stirs a glass of soda with her pinkie finger. They’re regarding each other so openly you genuinely start to feel a bit faint.

“You’re looking at me like I’m one of your suspects,” Kara says.

You disagree. That’s not what suspicion looks like. You’re sure, because you’ve seen Katie McGrath look at approximately 99.9% of her female costars this way.

Lena keeps her gaze level, unflinching and forward. “I look at everyone like that,” she lies.

A beat.

“I don’t think that’s true,” Kara says.

You’re feeling suddenly thirsty, too.

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Red and blue lights illuminate the deep indigo sky over the lake. A body is being dragged from the water as Lena watches, clenching her stupendous jaw. Seriously, how is she growing hotter all the fucking time if storybook-princess-turned-mesmerizing-murderess was her baseline?

CUT TO:

Lena, sitting in her parked car. She slams her fist against the steering wheel. (Don’t worry, no hands were injured in the making of this film.) It’s overlayed with imagery of a burial service, a US flag draped over the coffin, a pair of grieving women—one middle aged, the other a pretty 20-something brunette, surrounded by officers in dress blues. Lena is there too, looking dashing in her uniform, but also like she hasn’t slept in a week.

CUT TO:

Lena is standing in the center of her living room, rubbing her brow with her long, spatulate fingers. Kara is hovering in a corner a couple of feet away, cautious. “Just say it,” she whispers. “You think I killed him.”

Lena releases a breath that is half-huff, half-groan. “I’m not sure it even matters anymore,” she says.

“How can you say that?” Kara asks. When Lena doesn’t answer her, Kara steps closer and touches her arm. Lena turns as if she’s going to shrug Kara off, and the instant you begin to wonder what the hell this movie is supposed to be about, you stop caring because Lena abruptly pulls Kara closer and they kiss, urgent and rough.

You’re not sure if your ears are ringing or if the sound you’re hearing is a chorus of lesbians all over the world exploding into cheers & wild applause.

As the music builds to a crescendo, we see a quick series of images:

Lena presses Kara against her bedroom wall, Lena’s lips at her jaw, her fingers undoing the button of Kara’s jeans before they slip inside her pants; your life flashes before your eyes; Lena points her gun at someone, but we don’t see who; Lena’s fingers support Kara’s chin as she gently dabs at her bloodied brow with a piece of gauze; headlights illuminate a figure in the road, mirroring Lena picking up Kara, but this time the smiling man in the red baseball cap (again seen only from the back) is the one pulling over & rolling down his window.

The dam’s floodgates open, a roar of white water pouring through.

The music stops abruptly as we end on a final, long shot. Lena stands on top of the dam, looking down, the sky above her, the dizzying depths below. The camera falls away, down down down, until it breaches the surface of the water and sinks into the dark water beneath.

Kara (voiceover, pleading, breathless): “If I go under, I’ll pull you down with me.”

Lena (voiceover, raw but full of conviction): “I’m a pretty good swimmer. And I have a feeling you are, too.”

CUT TO BLACK.

You blow out a breath and resign yourself to your fate. You hit the mute button, and press play.

Also I was proud of how this one manip turned out so I’m sharing the version that makes it marginally more clear that Kara isn’t randomly & uncomfortably touching her own face:

Like I said: SO MANY CLOSEUPS.

[meowelous]

I'm kind of obsessed with this idea of Kara trying to tell Lena that she's Supergirl but she gets super nervous and it kind of sounds like she's coming out as queer and Lena thinks that's it. Then she says "oh Kara it's okay, I understand, you don't need to be nervous"And the conversation ends with that. Kara thinking that she told Lena that she is Supergirl and Lena thinking that Kara came out of the closet. So every time they're together doing something and there's an emergency that Kara needs to deal with it and she's like "hm I have this thing now-" and Lena thinks Kara is abandoning her to go on a DATE with a woman and gets extreme sad Then one day, Kara shows up as Supergirl to Lena and is like "I came to get you for our lunch!" And Lena is very confused and they finally figure out the confusion.

Edit: hi I wrote!

[zylev-blog]

So I was watching the new Flash movie yesterday, and it gave me the idea for this prompt.

Adult Kara and baby Kal. Kara manages to make it to the same pod with Kal and are sent to Earth together.

Enter single dad Danny and toddler Ellie.

[kara-knight]

Syku fluff <3

Mines monday, smashed this out just before going to bed, im about as coherent as sifo right now have i proofread it? no. but ill do that when i post to ao3 but im dropping it down the mineshaft right now cause why not.

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“A bit of fluff a day keeps the doctor away,” Sifo-Dyas singsonged from his place in a sprawl of limbs on the lounge.

Dooku hummed in question, regarding what in the galaxy Sifo was on about. Even as fluent in Sifo-Dyas speak as he was, sometime the seer’s post-vision mumblings took a little deciphering. The visions took their toll and words were difficult beasts on the best of days, that Dooku knew for certain from handling twisted Senate dealings. 

“Fluff. Thing. Over there.” Sifo flapped his hand in the vague direction of his bedroom.

Dooku obediently placed down the data-pad from which he was reading aloud one of Sifo’s steamy holonovels. Sifo’s headache made it too painful to decipher the print himself, and for some reason unbenownst to Dooku, he preferred Dooku’s voice, pauses at interesting turns of phrase, interjections, raised eye brows and commentary about logistical feasibility and all, to the one generated by the screenreader on the datapad.

He stepped over the various piles on Sifo’s floor to peer into the dim room. Fluff and thing did not narrow down the options when it came to scouring the nest of blankets, pillows, throws and even a shawl arranged on Sifo-Dyas’ mattress. 

There was even what seemed to be one of his own cloaks within the nest, the distinct shine of quality Serennian fabric catching his eye. He absently brushed his hand over it while debating whether Sifo wished him to bring the neon pink, fluffy, heartshaped pillow with some lanky bird that Sifo had once said reminded him of Dooku sunburnt, of all things.

The cloak had been sent to him years ago by Jenza; he had a newer one that accounted for his present height but this one had lasted though he hadn’t missed it with Sifo’s acquisition. It was for winter wear, tailored from a dense outer fabric, capable of sheltering from the rain and drafts of snow while riding in Serreno’s forests, though not the most comfortable to sleep with, surely.

And yet… Dooku pulled it out of the nest to inspect its full form. The inside was lined with fur, soft when he brushed over it and deep enough for his hand to sink into… 

He returned to the lounge, cloak bundled over his arm. He could be wrong, Sifo could be asking for something different entirely which he would then fetch, excusing the cloak as taking it for laundry. Not that one would simply toss it down a chute for the droids to handle into the mechanical washers with the rest of the Temple’s tunics. But Sifo would likely let him be for this slip up in graces. The Force however told him that something in the course of action was right. 

He presented the cloak to Sifo, held out for inspection. Sifo grinned, tiredly, loopily, with a hint of prophetic madness, hands grasping for it haphazardly but in undeniable pleasure at the sensation of softness against skin.

“Mmmm, fluffyyy.”

“It is that, indeed.”

Dooku allowed himself to smile back, and gently lay the cloak over Sifo-Dyas, fur side down to envelop him in it. 

He meant to return to his armchair close by Sifo’s side but Sifo caught his hand, entwining their fingers and tugged at it the same as he did their Force bond.

“Doo, Doo, Doo, Doooo,” he sang, raising his head half from the sofa. 

Dooku did not need anything more to understand that. With a bit of manoeuvring, he slipped in underneath Sifo, so Sifo could drape his upper body in Dooku’s lap.

He stroked Sifo’s hair back from his face, the dark strands, slightly greasy and knotted into snarls he begun to carefully work apart with his fingers better than the finest Serenno furs in all the galaxy.

[dckweed]

tiktok made me do it gf! vs tf 141 bf

Your boyfriend gets cocky and agrees to try one of those period cramp simulators with you. Except what he doesn’t expect is for you to be completely unbothered. Chill. Unflinching. Meanwhile, he’s gasping like he’s been shot. And the longer it goes on, the more he realizes: this is your normal.

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE — “Do I look like a man who taps out at level five?”

It started as a joke.

You were in one of your chaotic TikTok moods—messy bun, oversized hoodie, devious little grin—and John should’ve known something was up when you said, “Baaaaaabe… you love me, right?” while setting up the simulator on the coffee table.

“Not a chance in hell,” he said immediately.

You pouted. You begged. You reminded him of that time you made him a steak dinner and didn’t film him falling asleep mid-bite like a Victorian grandfather. He sighed. “Fine.”

You strap the simulator to both your stomachs, grinning like the demon you are. He glances at the controller like it’s a live grenade.

“Ready?” you ask sweetly.

He nods, all masculine pride.

Level 1: Nothing.

Level 2: Still nothing.

John smirks. “S’not bad.”

Level 3: He shifts in his seat. “Alright. Bit of tension.”

You’re completely chill, sipping your iced coffee.

Level 4: His eyebrow twitches.

Level 5: He lets out a grunt. “Okay. Now it’s… yeah, alright, it’s uncomfortable.”

You glance at him. “You wanna stop?”

He glares. “Do I look like a man who taps out at level five?”

Level 6 hits and he flinches hard. “Bloody—fuckin’ hell, that’s not tension anymore, that’s a punch.”

You’re still sitting pretty, scrolling on your phone.

Level 7.

He jolts. Actually jolts.

“Jesus CHRIST—" He’s gripping the edge of the couch, sweat beading at his temple. “What the hell is wrong with this machine?”

You: “That’s my Monday morning, babe.”

Level 8.

He growls. Growls, like he’s in a firefight. One eye closed. Breathing through his teeth. “How are you—how the fuck are you still—talking?”

You shrug, smirking at him a little bit. It was oddly satisfying watching your big strong man experience the things he and most of society brushed off as normal pain that you and billions of other women were forced to continue to live life through without acting like it bothered you. “I usually get nauseous around this point. Sometimes I puke.”

He blinks. Stares at you like you just told him you walk on glass every day for fun.

Level 9.

He rips the strap off. Rips it off. Slams it on the coffee table and stands, breathing heavy like he just ran a 5K.

You're really not shocked. “That’s your limit?”

He looks at you. Then slowly sits back down beside you, rubbing his hand over his mouth.

“You go through that. Every month?”

You nod. Shrug.

He just stares for a second.

Then leans over, presses his forehead to your shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

You kiss his head. “It’s okay. Now go fold the laundry while I bleed in silence.”

He does.

With extra snacks.

KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK — “i'm seeing god, she's mad at me.”

Kyle thinks he’s tough.

He’s run half-marathons. Rucked uphill with a 70lb pack. Taken hits in training and grinned through them.

So when you say “Let’s do the period cramp simulator,” he laughs. Laughs.

“Easy win, babe. Let’s see what all the fuss is about.”

You just smile, quietly connecting the pads to his lower abs, and flip on the app. You’re both in sweats on the couch, your phone filming the whole thing. You press start.

Level 1: He shrugs. “Tingles. Cute.”

Level 2: “Okay, it’s a little weird.”

Level 3: He winces. “Bit stabby.”

Level 4: He clutches the throw pillow. “Okay—wow. That’s... that’s actually rough.”

You’re beside him, not even blinking, watching the show.

Level 5: He yelps. “Wait. People live like this? On purpose?”

You: “Not by choice, babe.”

Level 6: His eyes widen.

Kyle: “Oh my god. It’s like a cramp. Inside a cramp. And it’s angry.”

Level 7: “BABE I’M GONNA PUKE.”

You laugh a bit. “That’s normal.”

Level 8: He keels over sideways, curled on the couch, gasping.

Kyle: “I’m going to pass out. I think I’m hemorrhaging.”

You arch a brow at him. “Want me to go up another level?” You wiggle your eyebrows, teasing him.

He doesn’t respond. He just lifts a single finger like he’s drawing his final breath.

Level 9: He rolls off the couch entirely and lays on the carpet.

“I’m seeing God. She’s mad at me.”

You turn it off, having a good giggle to yourself as you watch him. "You okay down there baby?"

Kyle lays there a minute.

Then, very quietly asks “...You go through that every month?”

You nod. “Since I was thirteen.”

He blinks. Looks at the ceiling. Then at you.

“I don’t know if I wanna fight you or hug you.”

You: “Why not both?”

He crawls back onto the couch, pulls you into his arms, and whispers, “I’m buying you a heating pad and a Costco pack of chocolate tomorrow. I swear to God.”

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY — “That's internal combustion.”

Simon sits down like it’s nothing.

“You sure?” you ask, raising a brow.

He scoffs. “How bad can it be?”

He’s seen combat. Been tortured. He thinks he’s built different.

Level 1: “Huh. Feels like static.”

Level 2: “Bit annoying. Like pins and needles.”

Level 3: “Okay, bit of a pinch.”

Level 4: “...Starting to think this is a trap.”

You’re relaxed beside him, arms folded.

Level 5: His leg twitches.

Simon: “Did the setting change?”

“Mmhmm.” You munch on a cracker from the small bowl sitting next to the couch.

Level 6: “What the fuck was that? That’s not a cramp. That’s a curse.”

Level 7: He sits up straighter. “Nope. Nope. That’s internal combustion. That’s demons.”

You, sipping water respond calmly. “That’s ovulation cramps combined with regular ones.”

Simon looks at you like you’ve been suffering war crimes in silence.

Level 8: He rips the velcro off and tosses the simulator like it insulted his mother.

“Turn it off. We’re done. That’s it.”

You almost laugh. “Tapping out, pookie?”

He stares. Hard.

Then his voice drops low.

“You go through that. Every month. And still do everything.”

You nod slowly.

Simon doesn’t speak. He just walks out of the room.

When he returns, he has a blanket, painkillers, and a hot water bottle.

Then he pulls you into his lap and wraps you up.

“You ever need anything—anything—you tell me. No questions.”

JOHNNY 'SOAP' MACTAVISH — “That's a dragonslaying cramp!’”

Johnny’s too confident.

“Piece o’ piss, lass,” he says, strapping the pads on. “I’ve dislocated my shoulder before, can't be any different. I’ll be fine.”

You smile sweetly. “Ready?”

“Bring it.”

Level 1: “Tickles.”

Level 2: “Okay. Weird. But nothing wild.”

Level 3: “That was a twitch. Did it twitch? Or was that me?”

Level 4: “Aight. This is... it’s makin’ my leg bounce.”

Level 5: “HOLY HELL.”

You watch him start shifting like a toddler who has to pee.

Level 6: “SWEET FUCKIN’—WHAT IS THAT?!”

You’re laughing. He’s grabbing your hand.

Level 7: “That’s not even funny anymore, babe. That’s a dragonslaying cramp.”

You: “It lasts 6–8 hours, minimum.”

He stops. Eyes wide.

Level 8: He’s wheezing, clutching his stomach like he’s giving birth.

“I—can’t—I need—a priest.”

You turn it off.

He flops sideways, panting.

Then lifts his head, looking at you like he just saw an angel of death.

“You deal with that every month?”

You nod.

He stares.

Then bursts into a fresh round of whining. “I AM SO SORRY. I’M BUYING YOU FLOWERS. I’M BUYING YOU A NEW CAR. I’M—I’M NEVER ASKING FOR SEX AGAIN IF YOU’RE ON YOUR PERIOD I SWEAR.”

You chuckle, rolling your eyes. “You said that last month.” You take yours off too. "I'll take you up on that new car offer if period sex can still be on the table..helps sometimes, with the cramps.."

He whimpers.

Then crawls across the couch and kisses your stomach gently like an apology to your uterus.

“Yer a fuckin’ warrior. My warrior.”

You forgive him for all the times he's dismissed your pains before, or asked why you hadn't put on real clothes, or why you were crying when nothing happened to make you cry..

But only after he does your chores for a week and buys you that new car like he said.

MORAL OF THE STORY:

your big bad bf is just as easily taken out by cramps as you and the rest of vagina owners everywhere have been. you feel bad, but only a little.

[ettraxx]

She Leaned In

Lena awakens with a start, the medical bed is deathly silent all about her. Shooting up she looks to the bed, and sees its dimly glowing golden surface is empty. She rushes to the door, unable to speak, choking with fear. Exiting the med bay, she rushes out in desperate search for Kara fearing that the entire rescue was a dream.

In a moment of silent relief she sees Kara in the tower���s largest and most open space leaning against the back of a sofa on unsteady legs. Without a second thought or a single word, she comes up behind the blonde and swiftly wraps her arms around her in as warm an embrace as she has ever given.

Kara uncharacteristically, freezes and stiffens at the touch. Lena undaunted presses herself against Kara’s back sharing her warmth. Kara’s right arm stiffly and oh so slowly reaches up to hold Lena’s. Her hand hesitates to connect for an incredibly long moment. To Lena’s delight and relief the surprisingly cold hand grasps her own.

Kara releases the breath she didn’t even know she was holding. Expecting the entire world around her to fall away the moment she believed it was true. Expecting the tower itself to shatter and for that hellscape to return. Kara nearly collapses in that moment. But Lena’s arms hold tight and she stands firm.

If this were not the culmination of so many weeks of desperation to save her, Lena might chuckle at the idea that she was the strong one holding up Supergirl this time. Instead a sharp pain in her chest begins to fade as she holds as tightly as she can on to the Kryptonian. They had all fought so hard to save her and she won’t let Kara fall back in to that cold darkness.

Kara sobs silently, the weight of the Phantom Zone still resting so heavy on her shoulders. The only thing she can let herself focus on in this moment is elegant arms interlacing around her and the calm breathing and familiar heartbeat of the only other person that maters in the world. They stand in silence for what feels like years before Kara finally speaks.

Her voice cracks, as if from years of disuse. “He was never really there was he?”

“You… you were all alone when we found you.” Lena responds, sadness at the edges of her voice. “But your not alone anymore, never again.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep Lena.” Coldly responds the Woman of Steel.

With surprising strength, Lena spins Kara around in her arms. Locking her own blood shot eyes on to Kara’s. She had never seen Kara this defeated before, not even in all the inches were fighting. She doesn’t hesitate to speak with all of her strength and compassion.

“I will never leave you Kara. I almost gave up all of National City just to get you back.” Lena’s doesn’t hold back her tears. “I didn’t sleep for days after Lex banished you. All any of us could do was try desperately to get you back.”

“You brought me a sun.” Responds Kara with a faint smile curling her lips, if only for a moment. “You shouldn’t have tried, I’m not worth it.”

Lena tightens her grip on her best friend and looks desperately in to her eyes. “Don’t you dare say that! You mean so much to so many people.” Tears are fully streaming down Lena’s pale cheeks now. “You are a beacon of hope to National City, an amazing friend to Nia and Brainy, a surrogate daughter to J’onn. You’re Alex’s sister for god’s sake.” Lena hesitates for only a moment before continuing no longer willing to hide. “And you mean everything to me. I… I’m in love with you, Kara. I think I always have been.”

Kara’s eyes focus on Lena. The tears still streaming down her pale cheeks, her emerald eyes shining so brightly, and her teeth hesitantly bitting against her red lip. Kara wants to say so much but can’t trust her voice. She slowly closes her eyes and inhales deeply. Holding her breath and her eyes for a moment too long, Kara hesitates to open them.

When she does open her eyes and release her trapped breath, she sees Lena is still there. The tower is still around them, the Phantom Zone is gone. Locking her eyes once more on to Lena’s crimson lips, Kara gives in to years of repressed feelings and longing glances. She leans in and without a word she presses her own lips to Lena’s. Her unsteady arms wrap around Lena, and Lena’s own arms reposition themselves around Kara.

Lena responds to the kiss with equal passion, holding back only because Kara is still sluggish from her ordeal. The two women remain in their embrace for a short eternity before they break the kiss. Kara leaning on Lena as she once more feels the weakness creeping through her. Lena never for a moment letting the weight of the Kryptonian wear her down.

Kara soon recovers enough to stand on her own, but can’t bring herself to stop pressing herself to Lena’s warmth. She smiles the largest and most natural smile she has mustered since being rescued. “I think I need to go back to bed.” She stumbles out.

“I will take you to bed.” Responds Lena with a smile greater than any Kara had seen in a very long time. “And I’ll be right at your side until you wake up once more.”

“I love you too Lena.” Finally says Kara, her voice stronger than it has been. “I know the kiss gave it away, but I still wanted to say the words.”

“I appreciate it Kara.” Responds Lena choking back tears of joy as the two begin the journey back to the medical bed.

Lena lays Kara on the bed, and the solar lamps kick back on instantly. Kara’s head comes to a stop on the small and firm pillow. She can feel the artificial yellow sunlight bombarding her body. She unleashes a faint sigh and continues to grasp hold of Lena’s hand in her own. Kara’s eyes flutter shut as her body begins to relax and absorb the yellow light.

“I’m going to be right here when you wake.” Whispers Lena soothingly.

[karaaeilish]

★ what about dating milf!billie? and what about dating milf!sabrina?

★ milf!billie who’s your lonely neighbor with two sons

your mom insisted that you grab a box of cookies from home and go meet your new neighbors, because making friends is very important.

knocking on the massive door of the wooden house, you immediately heard a woman's voice, and then a quick stomping of feet, before two boys, about seven and five years old, appeared on the threshold, looking at you with genuine curiosity.

but your attention was caught by a tall brunette who appeared behind them a few seconds later. you weren't sure where your gaze was directed until she spoke. her voice was melodic, beautiful, with a slight hoarseness that made your knees buckle.

you showed up at her house one day. then ‘accidentally’ found out that her eldest needed a math tutor. very coincidentally, you were the only candidate for this position.

you started with a couple of hours a day, explaining and working through the topics of the lower grades and praising the boy for all the correct answers. you didn't notice the way billie was looking at you. until she asked you to stay and have dinner with them.

then again and again until you ended the day in her bedroom, sprawled across the crisp white sheets with her tongue exploring every inch of your body.

⋆ milf!billie who woke you up with her hands on your hips the morning after the first night, unable to wait to plunge her tongue into your pussy again.

"please, my love. just let me make you feel good, okay?"

⋆ milf!billie who always manages to find an excuse to tease you in front of her sons, causing your face to flush bright red.

"your slutty skirt's fit for bouncing on my strap, not teaching my son"

⋆ milf!billie who prefers a sporty style of clothing.

⋆ milf!billie who constantly presses herself against you from behind, letting you feel her strap tease the small of your back.

⋆ milf!billie who can't keep her hands off you. she has to touch you all the time. hand on your waist, fingers teasing the inside of your thigh.

⋆ milf!billie who clearly has 'mama' as a favorite.

"c'me here, mama, wanna show you something"

⋆ milf!billie who once touched herself in her bedroom when you walked in without knocking.

⋆ milf!billie who, unlike you, didn't get embarrassed, eventually trapping your head between her legs.

"s'okay mama, close the door and come here. i needed your help anyways"

⋆ milf!billie who fucked you on every surface in her house; the bed, the couch, the shower stall, the tables, the kitchen counter...

⋆ milf!billie who definitely has daddy kink.

⋆ milf!billie who always opens the door for you when you come into her house. she has to be the first one to see you.

⋆ milf!billie who makes you sit on her lap, feeling her strap press against your folds while you try to sit still and not move.

"gonna be a good girl for me, princess? let daddy look at you"

⋆ milf!billie who loves how obsessed you are with her tits. constantly leaving little marks on them that only the two of you can see.

⋆ milf!billie who loves watching your body bounce on her strap.

⋆ milf!billie who loves making you go bigger and bigger until your insides turn to mush.

"come on, pretty. it’s only 10 inches. m'gonna stretch this pussy so good"

⋆ milf!billie who saw you right through when you came into the kitchen to ‘get some water’. well, you ended up on the counter and three of her fingers buried in your cunt.

"gotta be quiet okay mama? can't let my kids hear"

⋆ milf!billie who has a mark on her collarbone from your teeth after you were trying so hard to be quiet.

⋆ milf!billie who likes to hit it from the back. hands pressing down on your shoulder blades, making you arch your back better for her.

⋆ milf!billie who made you walk around the house with a vibe, turning it off every time you got close.

⋆ milf!billie who teased you that same night when you were begging for her touch.

'yeah i know, hard to think when your mind is constantly thinking about dick isn't that right?'

⋆ milf!billie who works in her office and holds you on her lap, cockwarming her

"patience, slut"

⋆ milf!billie who likes to take control. always. she just needs to feel like something in this life is in her power. and you were a perfect candidate.

⋆ milf!billie who slapped your face when you guided her fingers to your clit, just because you needed more.

"so fucking greedy huh? daddy's fucking you with her dick and you still need more?' pathetic little bitch"

⋆ milf!billie who makes you clean up your mess with your tongue.

⋆ milf!billie who fucked you in the car after you tried to touch yourself, while she was driving to pick up her boys from soccer.

"can't keep your hands to yourself, huh?" she looks around for the nearest place to park before you end up in the backseat, your hips moving against her thigh, making a mess on her pants. "daddy, please, need more!" your head falls onto her shoulder as her nails dig into your waist, guiding you. "sluts don't get more. shut up and keep fucking yourself"

★ milf!sabrina whose son you're babysitting...

when you first saw her, you'd never think that such a good looking woman could be 36 years old. she looked perfect, like an angel fallen from heaven. her captivating smile, her soft blue eyes peering under your skin with every look she gave you. it was a game, her game, that you lost before it even started.

sabrina was soft from the first second. for some reason constantly letting her hands rest ‘innocently’ on your body, be it your arm, your waist, your lower back. you just thought she was being polite. she just couldn’t wait for the moment when her hands would slip under the fabric of your skirt.

she didn’t notice how her gaze darkened when she watched how well you treated her son. she couldn’t control her thoughts.

you were young, inexperienced and completely innocent. all sabrina wanted was to corrupt your perfect body, looking like it was made for her touch.

sabrina insisted that you stay for dinner. she always did because you couldn't say ‘no’ to her

the same way you couldn't say ‘no’ when her hand landed on your thigh under the table.

"hush, sweetie. be a good girl and listen to my son tell us about his day" her warm breath on your neck lit a fire that neither of you could put out.

that night, you couldn't wait for her to put her son to bed. you needed her like oxygen.

she was soft, gentle. at first.

"has anyone ever touched you before, my angel?"

sabrina just couldn't let anyone have you when she found out she was the first one who could make your eyes roll into the back of your head every time she touched you. she couldn't let you go home that night.

"there's a spare room in my house. you can live here."

you couldn't say no to her.

⋆ milf!sabrina who has a wild mommy kink. it blew her mind when you first said it.

⋆ milf!sabrina who can't keep her hands off you, even when you're trying to parent her son.

⋆ milf!sabrina who swallowed hard when she heard you call her mommy in front of her son.

"your mommy's making dinner for us, sweet boy, let me help you"

she couldn't wait until the evening, gagging you with your own panties while her fingers were buried in your pussy.

⋆ milf!sabrina who couldn't help but giggle when you told her you'd never thought about what it was like to suck something.

"tsk, baby, i thought you were worth something. guess mommy just has to teach you then"

⋆ milf!sabrina who held your hair so gently, guiding your head as you learned how to suck her strap properly. choking and gagging, but ready to do anything to please her

"breathe, princess. gonna be my good girl and take everything i give you, yeah?"

⋆ milf!sabrina who stops guiding your head, and seeing your confused look, just strokes your cheek.

"you're a big girl, you can finish it yourself"

⋆ milf!sabrina who has no idea how hard you're dripping down your thighs. the pink vibe pressed against your clit is putting too much pressure.

⋆ milf!sabrina who loves hit it from the back. she loves to run her hands down your spine, reaching for your breasts, playing with them as her hips slam into you.

⋆ milf!sabrina who makes you push yourself onto her cock without moving at all, while you cry and beg her to help you.

⋆ milf!sabrina who’s obsessed with your mouth working so desperately on her pussy.

⋆ milf!sabrina who cooks for you every day.

"thank you ms carpenter, this is delicious" "you know how to thank me, princess"

your head’s buried between her legs for the next few hours.

⋆ milf!sabrina who is the 'whore' type. she just loves the way your moans get louder when she calls you that.

⋆ milf!sabrina who loves to punish you when you misbehave.

"so desperate to cum? you forgot your fucking manners?"

⋆ milf!sabrina who actually loves it when you act like a brat. it gives her full right to do whatever she wants with your body; spanking, slapping, pulling your hair, sometimes too hard.

⋆ milf!sabrina who makes you count until your skin is covered in her handprints and your makeup is ruined by the endless stream of tears.

"shouldn't have then sweet girl? you gonna go back to being my good little girl baby?"

⋆ milf!sabrina who leaves you tied to the bed, forcing you to watch her fingers disappear into her own pussy while you squirm, begging her to untie you.

⋆ milf!sabrina who always has to shut you up because you're too loud.

"shh, be quiet, sweetie. don't wanna wake my son up, yeah? can't let him see what mess you made on mommy's sheets"

⋆ milf!sabrina who makes you look in the mirror while she fucks you.

⋆ milf!sabrina who pulls your hair too hard when you look away.

"did i gave you permission to close your eyes, angel?"

⋆ milf!sabrina who constantly taunts you in front of her son. tiny shorts, tight shirts. presses up against you when she 'needs to get something from the top shelf'. and sometimes you can feel the strap under her sweatpants.

"could fuck you right here and right now, sweetie"

⋆ milf!sabrina who has a big breeding kink. she's a mother. she just needs to make you feel the same.

"c'mon, my sweet girl, just wanna give you my babies. gonna you take it like a good girl? let mommy fill you up, huh?"

⋆ milf!sabrina who's just a fucking pervert, calling you while you're studying, letting you hear how fast her fingers move inside her. 

'keep talking, princess. don't stop. don't stop'

⋆ milf!sabrina who goes crazy if you let out a little whine. she'll just beg you to keep going. 

'please, baby, keep making those sweet sounds'

⋆ milf!sabrina who has no qualms about crawling into your panties while you're watching a movie with her son, who's just too engrossed in the picture on the screen. 

⋆ milf!sabrina who definitely blindfolds you sometimes, making you guess which strap she's fucking you with. and you better guess right. 

⋆ milf!sabrina who's obsessed with your tits. just makes you cockwarm her, playing with your them until you can't think straight. 

⋆ milf!sabrina who innocently asks you to put sunscreen on her and then takes off her bikini.

⋆ milf!sabrina who fucks you in a hot tub while her son plays with his friends in the backyard.

"let's see how many times i can make you cum before he notices."

⋆ milf!sabrina who taught you how to masturbate. just because she likes to see how shy you are.

"i need my sweet girl to know how to take care of my pussy when mommy's isn’t there"

⋆ milf!sabrina who's too possessive when it comes to you. 'you're mine' just not enough. you have to belong to her. your soul and your body. and you better know that she owns you.

⋆ milf!sabrina who gets pissed when she sees you talking too sweetly to some guy.

"mommy doesn't fuck you enough, huh? not make you cum enough you're gonna whore yourself to some pathetic guy?"

⋆ milf!sabrina who couldn't stop leaving her handprints all over your ass until you're screaming that you belong to her.

"this pussy is mine. mine and only mine to fuck, you understand, whore?"

⋆ milf!sabrina who stimulates you until you learn your lesson.

"oh now it's too much? or am i gonna see you in 5 minutes drooling over some guy like a pathetic little bitch?" her hand's in your hair, lifting your head off the mattress as you do your best to stay on your hands and knees. thick strap is too deep for you to think straight. "i’m so sorry, mommy! please, i wanna cum f'you." tears are streaming down your cheeks, but she doesn't care. you just don't understand how much lust's in that body that she can treat you like a doll, fucking your brains out. "f'me, mama? yeah, i own this fucking pussy"

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[kara-knight]

sentences approximately the first. like the bits i first wrote made it into those sentences.

Jango’s armour had the evidence of mud caked onto his [leg guards] then roughly scraped off. The pieces he held out of Jaster’s were spotless. Jaster’s breath wedged itself in his throat.  “Jango. You didn’t have to.”  His beskar could stand being covered in grime for a cycle more, Jango should take care of himself first, Jaster should be the one taking care of him---

the continuation of my knock down, drag out fight with ch2 and i might be taking punches but im biting back and im going to win this.

post the first sentence you write in your WIP today

Despite her class, she had been woefully underserved in this aspect of her education, and she feared that she had no more understanding of the subtleties of art than the merest commoner.

[fazedlight]

Drunk

“I know you believe that everything is good, and kind,” Lena said, looking up with soft eyes, “And that is one of the things I love about you…”

Lena…

“But that's not the real world.”

Kara frowned as she watched her best friend, despondent and drunk, take another sip of cabernet. I’m not giving up on you, Kara thought protectively, as Lena mumbled on about her DNA, as Lena asked Kara to stop trying to help her. “I am not worth it,” Lena muttered.

They sat in silence as Lena drained the glass and put her head in her hand. Kara’s heart twinged at the whimper that escaped Lena’s lips. “Come on,” Kara said quietly, putting an arm around Lena’s waist, “Let’s get you to the couch. You could use some sleep.”

Lena sighed, but she didn’t object, standing on wobbling legs as Kara helped her steady. Lena haphazardly threw an arm over Kara’s shoulder, stumbling the few feet over to Sam’s couch, before Kara gently lowered her on it.

Half-kneeling, Kara pushed a pillow that Sam had left into the corner of the couch, before turning to grab at a throw blanket. I wish she could come to my place, Kara thought, frowning, it’d be easier to keep an eye on her-

Soft fingers met Kara’s cheek.

Kara turned her head upwards, watching as a quiet Lena gazed into her, grief and resignation and uncertainty seeming to flit behind green eyes. After taking a moment, Lena seemed to get an answer to her own unspoken question - and leaned forward to press her lips against Kara’s.

Kara tensed, feeling her own heart drum hard in her chest as soft lips met her own. Her mouth burned where it brushed against Lena’s, and a rushed feeling filled Kara’s head. 

It was dizzying, the array of thoughts that followed - I want this and what does this mean? clashing against but I’m still mourning and she’s too drunk.

She had never considered- had never allowed herself to consider- and this wasn’t the time-

Each thought raced by too fast for her to grab, as her mind clung to the intention that she needed to protect Lena, and nothing else mattered. With reluctant finality, Kara pulled back and broke their kiss, feeling Lena’s small gasp tickle against her face.

Lena’s somber eyes fluttered open, voice tight with exhaustion and want. “Go home, Kara,” Lena murmured, “They’ll never stop. You don’t have to stay.”

Kara’s eyes darted between Lena’s. She could feel the redness lingering on her own cheeks, but it mattered little compared to the despair in Lena’s eyes. “Sleep,” Kara said quietly, brushing lightly at Lena’s shoulder to encourage her to lie on the couch, “You’ll feel better when you wake up.”

Lena sighed again, leaning to her side, curling up and sinking into the cushions. Kara bit nervously at her lip as Lena closed her eyes, but felt a glimmer of relief as Lena seemed to doze off, too tired and drunk to force herself to stay conscious much longer.

Kara swallowed hard, rising from her spot on the floor, quietly floating back to the computer on the kitchen counter to do more research until Sam got back.

She needed to find an answer. She needed to protect Lena. There had to be a way to restore Lena’s reputation, something that they missed.

Kara wouldn’t let herself think of anything else.