#lena can fuck off pls

[diver5ion]

[abbyslev]

𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴 𝑨𝑶𝑻 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳𝑺 + 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬

A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST POST im so nervous and these are so shitty bye but pls enjoy😓🙏🏼

ANNIE

Biggest softie. Will deny this till the day she dies.

Her arms will literally not let you go. Good luck trying to get up. 

She likes to watch you sleep for a minute. 

If you wake up on the wrong hand, it pisses her off too.

She’s a light snorer

Compliments you about everything 

“You have the prettiest eyes.” 

“Annie, we have to get up.” 

Imagine her morning voice… enough.

She tosses in her sleep so you have an extra blanket beside you because she takes yours away.

Always has to sleep next to you.

Big cuddler in private.

She like to run her hand through your hair.

She’s literally a marshmallow for you.

MIKASA

Breakfast in bed fs

She loves to just cuddle for a minute 

She's a light sleeper so she usually wakes up early just to see you at peace

Has to be touching you in some type of way

Compliments you every morning

Helps you get ready

Always makes your drink of choice for you

HER MORNING VOICE >

You tease her for her morning hair 

She’ll hum sometimes

She 100% wears socks to sleep

“Can you share some blanket please?” “No, Mika. Get your own.” 

This women will kiss you every chance she gets

SO IN LOVE 

HANGE

Literally wakes up energized 

COFFEE

Will stare at you for hours just smiling 

They would rather freeze than take some blanket from you 

Snores 100%

“Jeez. It’s so cold. If only I had a partner to cuddle me.” 

“Hange, you could just cuddle me.” 

Will never let you go

Hange likes to ramble about their projects and theories all night and all morning

“I have to check in with the cadets. I will be back.”

Hange actually comes back

Hange will never ever let you cook. They will cook for you

Hange likes to do your hair in the morning. You’re so sleepy sometimes and Hange feels bad.

Hange loves you too much 

YELENA

MORNING VOICE. THATS IT.

Yelena will never get up, and if you try her arms will lock around you.

Will wake you up by literally kissing your jaw

Horny at 7 am bruh

MESSY HAIR. 

Pet names fs

Shes just happy to wake up next to you

She will cook you something while you get ready

You’ll button up her shirts 

Morning kisses literally everyday

She refuses to sleep w a shirt on

she thinks shes a man or smth smfh

She likes to do her morning routine w you 

she will use a shit ton of toothpaste just to piss you off

“Lena, what the fuck.” “What did I do?” She says with toothpaste foaming out of her mouth.

MORNINGS W YELENA>

[sleeping-archivist]

haven’t done one of these in a while, BUT!!

my live reactions to tmagp ep 30 (w/ spoilers, obviously):

oh i am so deeply afraid for them!!! pick up your phone sam!!!

i’m american but this british transportation nonsense seems like a pain

NO COLIN STAY SAFE PLEASE COLIN

WHAT’S HAPPENING WITH FREDDY OMFG

noooooo colin :(

oh dear lord this is already stressing me out

uh oh gwen…

girl that’s not a threat that’s a fuckin promise

nooooo lena come back i miss u already

oh look who FINALLY checked his phone

celia i don’t like that you know things. when is your “complicated immigration status” getting exposed???

a dentist?? oh i would NOT go to that dentist

y’all went at NIGHT??? respectfully you deserve whatever is abt to happen to you, this is horror movie 101

DO NOT GO INTO THE OLD APPLIANCE STORE

a suspicious door, you say??

CHRIST trevor that scared the shit out of me

oh wait that’s not trevor lmao

does this place have a “store” or a unit or whatever for each of the fears or however they manifest in this universe??

honestly this custodian guy is so real for this

noooo alice are you alone rn?? babygirl 😭

TAPE RECORDER

one normal night, one normal night, one normal night, custodian guy wants…

who the fuck IS this guy tho??

WAIT IS THIS A STATEMENT

omggggg hi archivist 💋

“a wound that never fully heals” well maybe… a wound between worlds????

WHO’S THE OWNER WHO IS IT

dude your job sucks lmao

WINTER OF 97

A LIGHTER I AM SCREAMING

IS IT UNIT 17 THAT’S OPEN????

AN OLD WOMAN??? MARY KEAY????

the way i am going bonkers in the middle of

the whimpering… if this is jon i will lose it

you NEVER go have a look!! you little fool!!

oh that’s not— fix ur mannequins pls and thank u

oh EW put your blood vessels back in!!!!

“it is rough and cold and silent inside” oh i do not like this actually

“cold gray pours down my throat and fills my stomach with stone” like that one statement with the cement???? am i reaching????

WE ARE HILLTOP???? WHAT

oh bye tape recorder 👋 that was truly horrid thanks so much!!

CALL HER BACK DUDE

DO. NOT. GO. TO. THE. HILLTOP. BASEMENT. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

WHAT ARE WE SEEING PLS SHARE W THE CLASS

wdym ALMOST girl???

this is an entirely valid outburst from sam, go off king <3

YES YES YES CELIA LORE

which means you should probably go back celia!!

IF YOU SHOVE SAM INTO THAT WOUND BETWEEN WORLDS—

HI ARCHIVIST!!!!!!

i’m sitting in this hallway like 👁️ 👁️ right now. this is INSANE

no excuse me i wanted the rest of that statement!!!!

oh hello again custodian guy, really fucked up thing for you to say tbh

omg hi again gwen <3 this is so bouchard of you and i love it

hi trevor!!

omg she got her promotion and yet… at what cost

can we get a status update on colin pls????

oh CELIA YOU DID NOT

THAT’S THE END OF IT????

so anyway i’m going insane now 😎 i didn’t have to wait between seasons when i listened to TMA and i don’t know if i’m gonna be able to do it now, omfg. great season finale but i may just lose my marbles until s2 starts releasing

[talesfromlissom]

platonic 4 w mccree pls ?

i need some content with my chaotic ass and some ow friends .

thanks !!

A/N: Wow, this is extremely overdue. I'm sorry, school has been really tough lately, and I haven't been too motivated to do my requests. I plan to reopen them again in the next coming week though :). Again, sorry for taking so long.

Fandom: Overwatch

Rating: PG-13

Characters: Cole Cassidy, Genji (mentioned), Tracer (mentioned)

TW: Blood/Violence, America :I

Rules

Ask Box (Requests are closed!)

“I don’t mean to be rude, doll. But you’ve got some blood in your hair.” Cassidy chuckles.

“Well I don’t mean to be rude, doll, but you’re bleeding from your eye.” You reply, beginning to wrap the gauze around his eye.

An explosion goes off in the distance, as you continue to wrap.

“I told you to stop using that thing so much. You could hurt yourself, dumbass.” You mutter, picking Cassidy up in a bridal style.

: “Agent [L/N], what’s Cole’s status?” : Genji’s familiar voice asks through the commlinks.

“He’s fine.” You reply, already taking off down the street. “He can’t walk and probably screwed up his deadeye again. I’m taking him to the subway tunnels, you think you can meet me at Bergen St?”

: “On it. I’ll tell Lena.” :

You make your way down the stairs, avoiding the destroyed rubble.

“Ain’t these tunnels active?” Cassidy asks.

“Not anymore. They cut the power on the trains when the city goes under attack so they can divert it to the bunkers.”

“What ‘bout the people still in the trains?”

You sigh. “They…have to figure it out from there.”

“That’s fucked.” Cassidy mutters.

“Welcome to America, Cass’.”

You walk along the train tracks, ignoring the muffled yelling and fighting above you.

“Y’know, Genji’s gonna tease me about this later,” Cassidy mutters into your chest.

“Serves you right. He told you not to engage.” You chuckle dryly.

“He tells me to not do a lot of things.”

“Well, maybe you should listen to him.” You respond as Cassidy mutters something under his breath.

You hop over fallen rubble, which reveals sunlight to the otherwise dark tunnel. And finally, see the platform to Bergen ahead. You pick up the pace slightly.

“You really grew up here?” Cassidy blurts out.

You scoff.

“Yep.” You said. “I wish I didn’t.”

“Lena. I’m at Bergen St. You able to pick me up?” You ask into the commlink.

You’re met with silence.

: “Yep! We managed to clear enough air space for me to land!” :

You climb onto the platform and make your way up the stairs.

Cassidy rests his head on your chest fully.

“Damn darlin’, you got moobies.”

“I’ve got what.” You growl.

[catcze]

getting inspiration from that ship your anons anon, who would you ship your mutuals with?

AWRIGHTTT I whipped this up in just a couple of mins, off the top of my head so !! To any of my moots who weren't included pls don't take it personally ! This is me going off of who I remember in the moment + how many people I can do without getting overwhelmed ajkskjdsa <3 ALSO TO MY MOOTS I'm sorry in advanced bc I'm tipsy & I didn't do this sereously part of it is me jokinly calling u guys out for being simps I love you and none of this is serious and all of it is /lh i SWEAR LMAOOO

@bluexiao is shipped with me, the Ningguang to her Beidou Xiao !! Listen, my bae Blue has been simping hard over Scara and Cyno recently which, all things considered, based as hell, but at the same time ae will always n forever be the no.1 Xiao simp in my heart. This is only backed up by the way that Blue deadass has a whole phone accessory with Xiao's name so imo nothing Scara or Cyno does will ever top that JKANDA

@stellumi is gonna be shipped with again, me, Vera's whole ass wife, Cyno !! Bro my girl Vera is gonna be the number one NA Cyno main, and you think I'm not gonna ship her with him???? Her, the head of the Cynation, with the man himself?? Damn right I'm gonna be shipping those two.

@ineshapanda nesha took the time to write Albedo's name using those tag thingies complete with a heart and everything on the bottom. Nesha uses albedo's normal attacks in the abyss. That's dedication bro that's true love.

@clovcly / @taintedsorrcw is shipped with ME. Alhaitham can go fuck himself bc it is MY ring on Lena's finger 🙄 Alhaitham, the booty call. She goes feral whenever she so much as reads Alhaitham's name my guy she is down horrendous for him and I, as her wife, support her every step of the way <3

@awlumii is with Kazuha because bro bestie darling you have never seen true love and dedication until you see the way that Zuzu opens up his phone and the first thing star posts about in the morning is about how much star misses and loves Kazuha. That shit is genuinely so sweet and it always makes me evenings whenever I read it I can never express enough just how smiley and bright I get whenever I read that shit bro 🥺

[turnthetablesonthem]

Darkness Falls - 8

Warnings: Flashback, fever, delirium, fever dreams, nightmares, begging, derogatory language, crying, panic attack, infected wounds, implied non-con, fear of non-con, leash, waterboarding.

Taglist: @purple-heart-x, @whumpwillow, @briars7 @shydragonrider, @whumpsday, @kira-the-whump-enthusiast, @mylifeisonthebookshelf @interdimensional-chaos, @wolfeyedwitch, @elrys-creates

______

Slipknot woke to a sharp kick in his ribs.

“Get up, you prick.” Garrett’s voice snarled.

Slipknot groaned, trying to push himself up on shaking arms, only to collapse back to the floor.

“I said get up, Dog.” Garrett spat, crouching beside him, fiddling with the collar. He stood back up.

“I’m s-” Slipknot cut of with a choked gasp as he was yanked up by the collar, and the leash attached to it.

“It’s my turn to teach you a lesson, mutt. Oh, don’t worry, pretty boy, I won’t damage your face... the rest of you though... I can do what I want with.”

Slipknot whimpered.

“Whining already?” Garrett jeered, and yanked sharply on the leash, and Slipknot stumbled after him.

As soon as he saw the table, the water, he knew what was coming.

“No! No, please.” Slipknot begged, dropping to his knees. “Please, I can’t do this.”

Garrett yanked on the leash again, pulling Slipknot forward, onto his hands.

“I can’t-”

Garrett circled behind him, grabbing him by the waist band of his pants, and yanking him back, between his legs.

Slipknot froze, a frightened sob escaping him.

“Quite a specimen, aren’t you?” Garrett sneered, running his fingers down Slipknot’s lacerated back. “I bet you’d be very, very... tight.” A sudden yank on his collar accompanied the last word, as if to drive the point home.

Slipknot shook his head in a mute plea.

“Maybe when Lena’s done with you, hmm?”

"Please-” Slipknot begged crying freely now. “Pl-please, d-don’t.”

“You’re fucking pathetic.” Garrett snorted, dragging him over to the table, and shoving him hard against it.

Slipknot whined as Garrett restrained his wrists, then his ankles, then attached two short straps to either side of his collar, preventing him from lifting his head.

“I’m going to enjoy this.” Garrett said, a wicked grin warping his lips, before he placed a wet cloth over Slipknot’s face. Then the water turned on.

______

Nemesis jolted awake at Slipknot’s weak cry of panic.

She sat up, putting her hand on his shoulder. “Hey.”

He flinched back with a half-formed plea.

“Slipknot-”

“No! No, please, I’ll be good! I- I’m sorry!” He whined, writhing in the blankets with a terrified sob.

Nemesis reached out, gently gathering the supervillain into her arms. He shuddered, gasping and whimpering.

“Ssssshhhhh, sssssshhhh, you’re safe, Slipknot.”

“O-oh God.” He stuttered. Then, he dropped his head to her shoulder, and began to cry.

“Ssssshhhhh, ssssshhhhh, sssshhh.” Nemesis murmured, carded her fingers through his sweat soaked hair. “It’s alright now. It’s alright, Slipknot.”

“I’m s-sorry, N-Nemesis.” He moaned. “Ple-please, stay with m-me. D-don’t l-leave me. I’m sorry.”

“Sssssshhhh, I’m not going to leave you, sweetheart, just rest. It’s okay.”

In truth, nothing seemed okay at this point, it was clear his fever was getting worse again, the heat radiating off him was nearly enough to cause her to start sweating.

She looked up as Joey entered.

“Hey.” She said quietly.

“Morning.” Joey said, equally soft. “There’s coffee on downstairs, and you need to eat something. I need to check him over, anyway.”

Nemesis nodded, Gently easing Slipknot back to the bed.

“I’ll be back soon, okay?” Nemesis said gently. “Joey’s just going to look you over.”

___________

Joey watched as Nemesis headed out into the hall. He was still concerned, having heard her screaming for her mother, something which had never happened before.

Whatever nightmare she’d been having, it had to have been a bad one.

With a sigh, Joey turned back to Slipknot, slowly approaching, and sitting down next to him.

“I need to see your back.” Joey said softly. Slipknot tensed.

“I-I won’t cause trouble.” He moaned. “Please, no more.”

“This isn’t a punishment, bud. I need to clean your injuries.”

Slipknot whimpered, but did not resist as Joey turned him onto his stomach.

Joey pulled on a pair of gloves, and gently began feeling along the injuries, gently pressing to drain any infection, which he wiped away with gauze. Slipknot cried into the pillow, his whimpers of pain tearing at Joey.

“I know, bud. Almost done.” Joey moved to peel back the band of his briefs, trying to get a better look at a particularly irritated wound, and Slipknot thrashed with a hoarse whine.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please! I-I can’t do this! D-don’t do this, no, no please!”

Joey’s heart dropped as the realization hit him. God in Heaven, he thinks I’m going to rape him.

Sickened, Joey let go of him, standing up and backing away.

Slipknot curled up on the bed, shaking violently as his breath hitched.

“Slipknot.” Joey said, gentle but firm. Slipknot sobbed, hiding his face in his pillow.

“Slipknot, no one is going to do that to you. However, if you would prefer Nemesis be the one to check that injury, then we can do it that way.”

Slipknot peeked out at him, his icy blue eyes clouded with fever. Slowly, timidly, he nodded.

“Alright.” Joey said softly. “Alright, I’ll get her.”

___________

Slipknot shuddered against the bed as Nemesis came in. She said nothing, just made her way over and sat beside him.

“Hey.” She murmured, gently placing her hand on his shoulder. “I, uh, I understand this is scary for you, but I really need to check the wound on your lower back, okay? I’m just gonna peel the waist of your shorts back. You won’t be naked.” She looked distressed, concerned.

Slipknot nodded, and she reached out, gently placing one hand on the small of his back.

The other hand gently peeled his waist-band back.

Slipknot shuddered.

“I know. I’ll be as quick as I can.”

“I- it’s alright.” Slipknot managed. “Y-you’re not like h-her.”

“Like who? Lena?”

Slipknot nodded, closing his eyes with a sniffle.

Nemesis gently put her hand on his shoulder. “You’re safe with us.” She told him.

[thebisexualdogdad]

could you do a lena luthor x trans!reader smut headcanon pls?

● you and Lena have a very active sex life 

● and she is completely unfazed by trolls online who try to undermine your relationship

● one time a guy in a bar told her she could go home with him and get fucked by a "real" man

● Lena decked him right in the nose and broke it

● it was so hot you ended up having sex in the backseat of your car

●  Lena loves oral both giving and receiving

● and it's a beautiful sight watching her giving you a blowjob with your strap 

● and if you're comfortable with it she can make you black out by eating you out

● just like if you want her to use her own strap on you

● and there is nothing hotter than knowing she is wearing a strap to fuck you with later on when she wears one of her suits

● Lena loves when you cook for her which often leads to kitchen sex 

● her laying back on the island while you're eating her pussy 

● and then fucking her bent over the counter

● drizzling chocolate or whipped cream over her body and licking it off of her 

● and having a bonus round in the shower to clean off

● lots of bathes together 

● and fingering her under the water while you grope her chest and kiss her neck

● Lena wearing lacy lingerie for you

● that's when you know she wants you to rail her with your biggest strap 

● when that one comes out to play Lena is left feeling satisfied for days

● she looks so stunning whenever she's riding you and touching herself 

● being the luckiest guy in the room when you get to be her date to a work gala

● and having to try so hard not to just rip her dress off of her and take her right then and there 

● but when you do eventually make it home you have such amazing sex all of your neighbors can hear it 

[frenchpuppycormier]

fluff 10 and/or 11 + supercorp for the sentence starters pls 💞

"Are we on a date right now?" / "I think I'm in love with you."

—

Saturday signals the best day in Kara's book for one simple reason: the farmers market. It's the perfect place to buy fresh produce directly from the grower at a lower price than those pesky retailers. Not to mention, it's fresher and it's a great way to support local communities.

Kara enjoys it most in the early morning between 8 and 9 when the California heat hasn't bombarded its citizens yet. One of her favorite memories of going to the market was when she first arrived on earth, and Eliza and Alex took her to the one in Midvale. Eliza bought her the sweetest miniature doughnuts which practically melted in her mouth. She's been a huge (understatement of the year) fan ever since.

The farmers market is located 20 blocks from her apartment, just a short jaunt or flight for the hero.

Today she decides to walk and enjoy the nice cool breeze, and the warm sun spilling on her face. She can already hear the acoustics of a folk band covering a Fleetwood Mac song at the end of main street. The leaves are starting to change, indicating the beginning of fall, and the ones already on the ground crunch beneath her feet.

Her reusable cloth bag with the words, "Okey Dokey Artichokey" and a cartoon artichoke with a smiley face and tiny stick arms, is slung over her shoulder. Lena had given it to her as a gag gift, but Kara uses it the most out of all her bags. Any gift from Lena is special and she will always treasure it.

As she rounds the corner to the market, she sneaks another look at her list to remind herself what she needs, when she bumps into someone. Hard. Fortunately, Kara manages to grab the other person's arm before they fall.

"Oh my gosh," Kara cringes. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was—" she interrupts herself when she sees, "Lena?"

"Hey there, slick," Lena laughs and nudges the hand latched on her arm to tangle with her fingers.

Kara responds by swinging their arms back and forth, like what friends do when they haven't seen each other in months. But Kara and Lena just saw each other yesterday. This is normal, right? Kara thinks. The fluttering in my chest is completely common whenever I see my friends....Right?

"Wh-what are you doing here?" Kara speaks before her brain can catch up with her.

Lena's face lights up with a sly grin. "Can't a woman go to the market every once in a while?"

"N-no no, of course you can," Kara laughs awkwardly, "I meant, gosh I'm not sure...I guess I just didn't expect to see you here. You live all the way on the other side of town."

"Relax, love," she chuckles and squeezes her hand and releases it, Kara immediately missing the warmth. "I'm teasing you. But to answer your question, I'm in desperate need of fresh kale, and I heard this particular stand has the best in the city."

Kara feigns gagging and Lena playfully shoves her shoulder. “I still don’t understand how you can eat that stuff.”

“Who knew the green stuff that incapacitates you was kale.”

“More like your eyes,” Kara mumbles.

“What was that?”

Kara’s eyes widen. “N-nothing,” she rubs the back of her neck. “Um, so….do you care if I join you? Wandering aimlessly through the market checking out food stands with my best friend sounds like the perfect way to spend my Saturday morning.”

“I’d love nothing more,” Lena replies, smiling brightly.

—

“Oooh, look! A food truck!” Kara points.

Lena laughs at her zeal. “Let’s see what they have.”

Kara reaches for her hand and twines their fingers together before dragging her toward the truck. Lena’s stomach swoops at the action, but she calms herself down enough so Kara doesn’t notice her rapid heartbeat. Not that she would, considering food is the best distraction when it comes to the blonde.

Little does Lena know that nothing can distract Kara from Lena, especially considering 98% of the time Kara is listening to the constant thumps and quivers of Lena’s heart, but Kara doesn’t say anything.

Kara looks up at the man in the truck and politely rattles off her order, then looks at Lena and asks, “What do you want?”

“Um,” Lena quickly glances at the menu and says, “I’ll have the Avo Smash, please.” She moves to hand the man cash, but Kara stops her and insists she'll pay for it. "My treat."

Once they give their order they move to the side and wait until their names are called.

When they get their food they move to a shady spot on the sidewalk and admire how delicious it looks.

“What’s that?” Kara asks.

“Oh, it’s a piece of toast with smashed avocado, egg, and tomato,” Lena replies, noticing how Kara turns up her nose. Lena rolls her eyes and gestures at her hands, “What’d you get?”

"Uh, only the most scrumptious and melt in your mouth-watering food you can get here," she replies, eyebrows pinched, incredulously. Lena raises her eyebrows in a get-on-with-it kind of way. "French toast bites," Kara finishes, exasperated at Lena's lack of enthusiasm.

"Sweet food for a sweet girl."

Kara's cheeks grow a slight pink. Instead of replying, she dips a piece of her toast in the syrup, and shoves the whole thing in her mouth. Lena simply hums and takes a bit of her own food. Kara smiles like a chipmunk with cheeks full of goodies.

When Lena's finished with her slice of hipster toast, as Kara calls it, a small body runs into her legs from behind. She looks down and finds a small boy with sandy blonde hair and big, blue eyes looking up at her with a toothy grin.

"Hi, there," she smiles at him.

"Henry!" a woman in a flowy maxi dress and brown sandals comes running toward them. She picks him up and gives him a stern look. "I told you not to run off like that!" The woman adjusts him on her hip and shyly realizes she has an audience. "I'm so sorry! He gets too excited about their french toast."

"Oh, no worries," Lena reassures her. She carefully grabs Kara's elbow and says, "This one does too."

Kara acts hurt by placing a hand over her heart. "Well, can you blame me? They're delicious! Aren't they?" she smiles at the boy and waves. He giggles and hides his face in his mother's neck. "Someone's a little shy, huh?"

"He is, isn't he?" the mom kisses his cheek. "I think he has a little crush on you."

"Who, me?" Kara laughs. "No, I think he has eyes for Lena. As most people do." She steps forward and tickles his stomach so he looks at her. Kara holds out her hand for a high five and whispers, "Good choice." He gratefully slaps her hand.

When Kara steps back, Lena is blushing, but rather than call her out on it she ignores it out of respect. Kara smiles at her and Lena smiles back, but then she's suddenly laughing through her nose.

"Darling, you have a little," she gestures at her own face.

"What? I have something on my face?" Kara touches her cheek, but completely misses.

"Here," Lena's fingers tenderly touch the side of her jaw while her thumb swipes her lip. Lena's completely focused on what she's doing, but Kara only has eyes for Lena.

Lena pulls back her hand, thumb now sticky with syrup. Instead of wiping it on the napkin Kara knows Lena has in her bag, she sticks it between her lips and licks it clean.

Kara completely stops breathing.

"How long have you two been together?" a voice snaps her out of her reverie.

Kara gapes at her with wide eyes and stutters, "Um...we, we're uh, just friends."

"Oh," the woman almost looks upset. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to presume. Well, I'll let you get back to your morning." She smiles at them and walks away, leaving a flabbergasted Kara and quiet Lena.

They don't say anything and choose to ignore it while they continue down the street.

—

"Lena, you have to try this," Kara doesn't give her a chance to respond before shoving a spoonful of gelato in Lena's mouth.

Lena gasps and nearly chokes on the ice cold dessert enveloping her tastebuds. She hisses and nods, as she lifts her hand to hastily catch the dribbles of melted chocolate trickling down her chin. Kara winces, "I'm so sorry!"

"No," Lena shakes her head as she swallows, "I just wasn't expecting that."

"Well? How was it?"

"Y'know, I'm not gonna lie...it was pretty fucking delicious."

"Right? Marco really knows his stuff."

"Um," Lena holds her hand out, fingers spread apart to prevent more sticking, and shakes it like she doesn't know what to do.

Kara jumps to action and runs off. She's back in two seconds with a wet wipe and cleans Lena's hand. "Where'd you find that?"

"Don't ask."

"Okay?" Lena laughs breathily. "You're a mystery wrapped inside an enigma, Ms. Danvers."

"I aim to confuse," she jokes.

Lena shakes her head, and eventually says, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it," Kara smiles at her, their eyes locked onto each other. She's finished cleaning her hand, but rather than letting go, her hand stays curled around Lena's, not wanting to ruin the moment.

—

“Oh Rao, you didn’t,” Kara gasps.

Lena turns around and frowns at her. “What?” Kara gestures to Lena’s bag. Lena looks down and chuckles when she realizes what she’s talking about. “In my defense, I was drunk. You know how my shopping brain acts when I’m drunk; I buy things I don’t need.”

“Hmmm, well maybe your alcohol-addled brain just remembered how funny I thought it was and wanted to impress me,” Kara teases with a twitch of her eyebrow.

“I’m sure that’s exactly what happened,” Lena deadpans. She glanced at the words on her bag again and fondly shakes her head. It reads: Oh Kale Yeah, with a bunch of kale on both sides.

“I think so,” Kara steps closer and smiles.

“Oh, really?” Lena raises her eyebrows.

“Yep,” she ends with an extra pop of the ‘p’ and boops her on the nose.

Lena opens her mouth in surprise, a protest on the tip of her tongue, but a voice interrupts her from in front of them.

“You two are such a lovely couple,” the vendor gushes.

Lena and Kara startle, forgetting they’re standing right in front of a stand selling various vegetables and fruits and jars of honey. Behind the table is an older woman, most likely in her late 70s, with streaks of gray hair, crinkly eyes and facial lines as if she’s smiled her whole life.

“Oh, we’re not—”

“Thank you,” Kara answers, smiling bashfully. She pushes a lock of hair behind her ear and says, “I’ll take one bunch of radishes and one spaghetti squash.”

“Coming right up,” the woman replies.

Kara glances over at Lena and gives her a shy smile, before handing the woman a $10 bill and thanking her. She grabs the veggies and carefully drops them in her bag.

“Thank you two, have a wonderful day.”

“Of course, you too!” Kara places her hand on the small of Lena’s back and guides her forward.

As they make their way to the next stand, Kara laughs, remembering their conversation, “I can’t believe you bought that bag. You’re such a giant dork.”

Lena whips around and eyes Kara curiously. Kara’s hand shifts from her back to loosely rest on her waist. Lena’s eyes are squinting from the bright sun, but Kara can see the speckles of gold in them and thinks she’s never looked more beautiful.

“Are we on a date right now?”

Kara's heart quickens and she opens and closes her mouth a few times, until finally she clears her throat, "Did you want it to be?"

"I thought—”

"Because I do," Kara states. "Want it to be a date. But only if you do, of course. I don't want you to feel pressured or like I forced you to hang out with me," she retracts her hand. "That's the last thing I—”

Lena grabs her hand as she pulls it way, not wanting Kara to close herself off. "Hey, I want this just as much as you do."

"Really?"

Lena lightly presses her thumb into the grooves of Kara's knuckles, and absentmindedly plays with them. She smiles, fully dimpled, and says, "I do. Actually, I uh..." she lowers their connected hands and looks off into the distance, mind seemingly elsewhere.

"What is it?" Kara asks. She playfully shakes their arms back and forth to get her attention.

Lena looks at the ground before completely focusing on Kara and those baby blues she's come to know and love. She takes a deep breath and her voice shakes when she whispers, "I think I'm in love with you..." Lena stumbles and shakes her head, "No—I am in love with you."

Kara inhales sharply and Lena thinks she's made a giant mistake. She starts to turn and do something stupid, like run away, but Kara keeps her hold on her and pulls her forward.

Smiling, Kara slowly inches closer leaving the opportunity for Lena to stop her. When Kara's lips press into hers she welcomes it completely. Kara's hands come up to cup Lena's jaw until she moves one to tangle in her hair.

Kara disconnects from her lips, but stays wrapped up in her, their foreheads touching. "I'm in love with you, too," she whispers against soft lips.

"Good," Lena smiles and kisses her again.

[cinnamonest]

Hnghh pls Lena I just think about the kinda audios the boys would make

Not really yan but here's what I think the boys would make:

Xiao does it while probably a lil drunk, and to see all those comments from presumably girls talking about how much they like the sound of his voice in the audio really gives him a confidence boost, he screenshots the really sweet ones and keeps them in a locked folder he reads when his intrusive thoughts get bad. Shy lil virgin

Zhongli would be the one who gets commissioned a lot. Lots of ddlg/lb stuff, he's got a huge following. He literally did it after hearing a particularly spicy but cute ddlg audio that was f4m, yes he lowkey highkey loves reading the comments about how much/hard someone came from listening to his audios. He lowkey goes feral of people doing reaction audios to his, especially when he can hear them touching themselves

Albedo just prefers audio over video tbh, posted one that's more medical/scientific roleplay and he was surprised by the response he got, now he does a new audio every two weeks but they're usually 30 minutes to an hour long, even has an audio series overall amazing, still a virgin tho.

Kaeya absolutely is the king of dirty talk and edging audios, he does ramble fap audios and they're great, post workout audios are probably his most popular bc he's so damn growly. Has one audio series involving milf listener, pretty damn smug about the comments on it. This stupid virgin.

Diluc did one on a whim, it's just him jerking off but you can imagine his confusion and surprise when he saw all the comments about how sexy he sounded and how they wish they were there to hear his moans in person and wow he's hard so quickly bc a few of the comments are quite graphic and it does everything for this fucking virgin.

Childe plays up his accent when doing audios in English, slipping in dirty talk in Russian I'm talking stuff that would make a sailor blush, he loves the praise he gets in comments (a true king who caters to Dom and sub listeners). Another virgin.

Scara's a whore and uses the fact that he can speak multiple languages to his advantage. He's so smug about the comments he gets from his audios. He loves that they tell him how cute and sexy his moans are, that they were pleasantly surprised to hear him slip into Japanese when he got closer and closer to cumming. Occasionally posts ramble fap audios, typically in Japanese. Another virgin ahoy

Crepus' audios are so hnggg whew bOi they're so naughty yet aren't super kinky, mostly stuff like Zhongli does, only difference is that Crepus has been doing audios for several years. It's his dirty little secret, but hey it be like that. He's very popular as well, he thinks it's cute seeing all these comments call him Daddy/Sir and how a lot of the more submissive commenters will ask permission to touch themselves.

Yes yes excellent I love all of these omg. Bless you anon

Also you are absolutely correct that the boys are virgins, it's the only possibility really.

[pigeonp0st]

As promised I now am more familiar with Lena (and I'm in love w this woman) I came to request Lena being insecure cause she grew up with her abusive mother and she's touch starved and she doesn't know how to show affection to her girlfriend (reader) but R notices she's acting a little distant and they just end up with cuddles or something like that! Pls I just need something really fluffy cause Lena deserves the world!

Lena Luthor x Reader #1

Words:1,491

Warnings: depressing thoughts (?)

Notes:

Yay! Thank you for my first Lena request ;) this...didn’t turn out as fluff filled as I planned originally, but I hope you enojoy it anyways. (Sorry for spelling mistakes!)

————

Llllian and the Luthors ingrained many things in Lena that she’s still struggling to get over. Currently, physical affection is something she’s trying to get used to—physical affection that isn’t for manipulative purposes, at least.

It’s hard though. It’s easy to want (she’s wanted it like this, from you especially, for a very long time) but hard...to accept.

That’s why when you cuddle into her at night, unprovoked, Lena only thinks of all the ways she’s undeserving.

You wrap your arms around Lena from behind, and rest your head on her shoulder like it’s nothing, and she wonders when you’ll realize she’s not good enough.

You give, and you give, and you ask for nothing in return, and Lena see’s memories of a girl who looked up at her mother with desperation, and a need for approval, and got nothing in return.

Lena remembers a girl who tried, and tried, and learned too late that nothing she ever did would ever be enough for love. That to them, she would never be worthy of love.

Intellectually Lena knows that when she was four years old, being handed to the Luthors, she had to have known what love and affection was—she looked for it with such a large amount of wanting that she couldn’t not have known what it felt like—but now…

Now Lena just doesn’t know. Well...she does, but she doesn’t know how to react to it anymore. She doesn’t know how to give it.

She does know what it feels like.

It feels like your hugs that make her feel safe, and your hand in hers that makes her feel grounded, and your kisses that make her feel like everything’s going to be okay.

Sometimes, sometimes, it’s enough to make Lena feel like this isn't something she has to earn.

Other, more unfortunate times, it serves in making Lena feel guilty. She feels guilty that she’s never the one reaching, and that you’re always the one pulling, so she pushes away because of it.

She tries to be subtle but in hindsight she probably isn’t more obvious.

Lena tries to ignore the flash of hurt in your eyes when she pulls her hand away with an excuse, and the defeat in your voice when Lena says she’s going to be home late “so just just go ahead and go to bed by yourself,” And all the while she doesn’t even know why she’s pushing when it hurts so much.

It doesn’t even help the guilt, it only makes her feel more guilty and angry at herself, and perhaps this is what she deserves.

Perhaps the self-loathing she’s so accustomed to has become a comfort.

———

You gave Lena her space—the space you aren’t even sure she wanted—but now a confrontation is in order.

You corner her in the living room one day (not really, all you do is shut her laptop and sit on her so she can’t escape) and Lena blinks up at you and says; “I was wondering how long this would take,” like she already knows what’s happening.

You’re not sure how she knows when not even you know what your plan is here...but you suppose she’s a genius for a reason.

“Lena,” you start, pouting, because you want her to know this isn’t a fight. It’s a conversation, you don’t want Lena getting defensive before it even begins.

She’s tense enough as is.

“We said we’d talk about things,” you remind her, your pout turning into a comforting smile. “What’s bothering you?”

Lena laughs, unsurprised, and says, quietly, “I have a feeling you already know.”

And yeah, you sort of do, but not completely, because Lena’s been pulling away from you, but she looks like she’s pulling herself apart too.

“Was it too much?” You ask, tilting her chin up with your pointer finger, “do you want me to dial it back on the touching?”

The way Lena’s eyes immediately widen in alarm is answer enough, but she vocalizes her disapproval anyways with a choked out; “No.”

The look you give her is complete confusion.

“No, no,” Lena repeats, eyebrows coming together, “I just—I’m—” she pauses, releasing a breath. “I’m sorry, give me a moment.”

You wait patiently while Lena gathers her thoughts, and smile to yourselves at the subconscious tap of her fingers on your arm.

“I can’t give the way you do,” Lena finally says, after what feels like hours but must’ve been minutes, and you know what she means. “I don’t know how to give affection like it’s an everyday thing, and I felt...like an asshole.”

You snort, but Lena continues after a flick to your arm, “I guess I distanced myself because sometimes I felt too much guilt around you.”

“You guess?” You tease, smiling.

Lena relaxes immediately at your smile and groans, because yeah, she knows it doesn’t make sense, she’s already acknowledged that. “I don’t really know what I was doing.”

“Lena,” you sigh, feigning exasperation, “I don’t need you to instigate hugs, or hold my hand, or be the one to cuddle up to me, or give me load of kisses, or—”

“—I get it.”

“I just need you close enough that I can do all of those things for us,” you finish.

You don’t let Lena look away when she tries, instead you clasp her face in between your hands and bring your faces close enough together that you two are touching noses.

“Even if i’m the one that instigates all of those things...Lena, you do realize that you’re usually the one that doesn’t let me pull away, right?”

She gives you a bewildered look that has you pulling away and laughing into her neck, because god, your girlfriend is a dork.

“You cling to me like a fucking sloth, babe.”

“I don’t,” Lena protests, looking aghast, but you aren’t done.

“And not only that, but you’re getting better Lena, you truly are,” you assure her, because she is. Even this week while she was pulling away from you, she still gave you subtle unconscious touches, touches that she wouldn’t have given as mindless as she had when the two of you had just met.

“I…” Lena blinks, caught off guard, “well then.”

You roll your eyes playfully, because of course Lena doesn’t see her progress. She’ll only ever see where she’s “lacking”. It’s fine though, you’ll just show her how great she is until she’s able to see for herself. All of her friends will.

“Baby, all you need to do is let me love you and it’s all I’ll ever want to do,” you admit, ghosting your finger over her cheek. Loving Lena Luthor is the easiest, most awarding, thing you’ve ever done, when she smiles at you the way she smiles at you now. Complete admiration.

Yes; this is your award.

——-

Later, when the two of you are going to bed, Lena wraps her arms around you and whispers, quietly into the darkness, “thank you”, and you love her.

You love her despite the way she struggles, and because of the way she tries, and you love her because she looks at you like you make trying easier.

“Lena?” You ask, seeing if she’s awake. She is, she kisses your cheek sleepily to let you know, and you smile immediately.

“I’m so proud of you. Not just for this progress, but for everything you are, and for everything you accomplished for people who wouldn’t acknowledge it,” you sigh into her hair, consumed by unwavering sadness for a little girl that deserved better, and for an adult that deserves more. “I see it. I acknowledge it. You’re amazing, Lee.”

This, this she has to know. This, the world needs to know.

Lena says nothing for such a long while that you think she’s fallen asleep, but then, right as you’re on the verge of sleep she whispers, wonder in her voice, “why is it that I believe you?” And then, quietly, “why is it that you make me feel worthy?”

You fall asleep wondering yourself how a woman so full of worth, and brilliance, can believe so little in herself.

Then you dream of a mother with an icy fake smile, and a brother with a crazed look in his eye, and a father who was much too busy, and you know.

You know. So when you wake up the next morning you tighten your arms around a peaceful sleeping Lena and wish only to protect her from evil that she sometimes (foolishly) believes is in herself.

——

She wakes up with mischief in her eyes, and a bright smile on her lips, and you think that maybe you should be focusing more on protecting your own heart if she keeps looking at you with that look on her face.

“Good morning, my hero,” you rasp out, lost in green eyes.

Lena’s smile turns impossibly soft. “Good morning, my love.”

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

holy cow that sc old guard au is so good!! 😍 pls continue it if ever you'd be so inclined,,, I like the idea of lena finding family with the old guard and navigating her relationship with kara and the superfriends in canon 😊

Okay, then how about we think about the fact that when Lena and Kara finally exchange secrets, Kara is eloquent and apologetic and hopeful, giving a beautiful speech that ends with "I'm Supergirl."

And Lena's response is "I'm dead."

Cue season finale break.

But then we immediately pick back up with "Except I'm not. I mean, I'm alive by any measure known to science, I've checked. But that doesn't change the fact that the night before I moved to National City I woke up in a warehouse in Metropolis and spat two bullets out of my skull."

Kara just stares at her like whaaaaat is happening.

"And those people, the ones in the lobby the other day, I think they're like me, because I've been having dreams about them ever since it happened and I think they're old. Like older than time old and honestly I've been trying not to think about it because the idea of living that long terrifies me and--"

Lena cuts off when Kara wraps her in a hug, squeezing her tight. After her momentary shock, Lena relaxes, abandoning her train of thought in favor of melting into Kara's embrace.

"It's okay," Kara promises. "We'll figure it out. Together."

Lena gladly accepts the fact that she doesn't have to go through her journey of immortality alone. And it's not just the superfriends she has to lean on, but also her new family of fellow immortals who have gone through the exact same thing she has.

She doesn't have to go into hiding like Nile did. So far, no one but Corben knows her secret, so the risk of being identified and studied by the government is minimal. So the focus of everyone's work becomes keeping it that way.

Andy and the rest of the old guard set themselves up as Lena's new ace security team. Andy is the brains and occasional sniper, but stays out of the direct line of fire. Nicky and Joe are the public facing bodyguards who go with her everywhere, while Nile is the last line of defense, posing as Lena's assistant.

The two groups don't really mesh at first, despite the superfriends' curiosities. The old guard has been too long alone and too long with death to know what to do with the superfriends' youthful exuberance. But eventually their mutual attachment to Lena brings them into each others orbits.

Joe and Nicky adapt first. They come to love game nights, and Nia adores their blatant love for each other. Nile is the closest to them in age, but game nights and giggly girl parties isn't exactly her scene. She and Lena share plenty of scotch though, on the nights when they're alone in the office and have nothing to do but talk.

Andy remains an enigma. To her, the people around them are all children, and she can't truly connect with them the way she does with the old guard. The only member of the superfriends she can connect with is Supergirl. 

There's something about being the last of her world that makes Supergirl relatable, something about being earth's mightiest hero that creates the same invisible wall between her and her closest friends that Andy recognizes.

And Lena. Lena suddenly finds herself in a drastically changing landscape. Her apartment  fills first with bodies and go bags, as the old guard camps in her living room and spare bedroom. Then slowly Nicky's drawings find their way to the walls, and knick knacks come to rest on every available surface. Weapons fill every nook and cranny, a fact Lena grows more accustomed to as Nile starts training her.

She's familiar with guns and can hold her own in hand to hand combat under normal circumstances, but it doesn't flow through her muscles like it does with the old guard. Each of them but Andy teaches them their own specialty, relentlessly, until Lena feels her body change, her muscles coiled and ready to explode into motion using nothing but reflexive memory.

When Lena asks about training with Andy, the others laugh.

"Give it another century," Joe says, smiling warmly, "then ask."

But Lena picks up fighting as quickly as she does everything else. Sparring with Nicky and Joe is the most fun for Lena-- she surprises them with her skill in bladed weapons, courtesy of her near-olympic level proficiency in fencing. But even with them Lena can barely hold a candle at first. She's good, better than good, but Joe and Nicky don't fight to earn points. They fight to kill. They move with their whole bodies, with power and momentum behind every strike.

Lena does all she can to catch up. She loves a challenge, and this is a matter of keeping her life the way it is-- something she'll cling to until it's ripped out of her warm, undying fingers. She wants to keep L-Corp, she wants to keep game nights, and movie nights, and... she wants to keep Kara.

And Kara.... Kara supports Lena through it all, but the truth of Lena's new reality doesn't really sink in until one day she and the old guard don't move fast enough. They're lucky, in the sense there's no one else to see the bullet that rips through Lena's sternum and blasts out of her back, taking chunks of flesh and bone with it.

Kara's heart stops, barely hears the gasping wheeze as Andy puts a knife through the shooters windpipe. All she can see is Lena, unmistakably dead.

But then Lena blinks into a grimace, a curse rising to her pinkening lips.

"Fuck."

Then, "Ow. Motherfucker."

Nile pulls Lena to her feet, putting her gun back in Lena's palm. Lena deftly checks the chamber and nods the okay, and Nile moves on. Only then does Lena see Kara standing stock still, eyes wide and chest locked against a burgeoning panic attack.

"Hey," Lena says softly. She takes Kara's hand in hers, letting Kara feel the warmth of her skin, the pulse of her veins. She even pulls her blouse aside so Kara can see the flesh knitting itself back together. "I'm okay. See?"

There's a word for what Lena is, but Kara's pretty sure it isn't okay. Still, its enough to get Kara's legs to move again. With a nod, she bounces on the balls of her feet then launches into the air, speeding through the remaining gunmen and piling them aside unconscious for the police to deal with later.

"Still gotta get used to that," Andy mutters under her breath, coming to check on Lena. "You good?"

Lena nods again. "You were supposed to stay in the van."

"Fuck off with that garbage." Andy glares at her. "One of my team goes down, I'm going to make sure they get back up."

Lena smiles. It feels different, to be so readily accepted into the guard. Even with the Superfriends, she's had to work to earn their trust, and slowly eased her way into becoming one of the group. With Andy and her people, from the moment they saw each other there's never been any other thought. Lena was theirs, and they were hers.

"Let's get going."

[theevangelion]

Red Bottom: Red Kryptonite D/S Supercorp Story (Complete)

Prompt Fill for Gabs: Redk!Kara wanting it fast and hard and lena fucking her gently until she's in tears? With lots of praise kink pls

*OR*

Under the effects of Red Kryptonite, Kara has to be kept somewhere secure. The L-Corp Laboratory is about the only location with enough lead lining to hide her heat signature while the DEO worries about bigger threats. Kara’s frustrated arousal and darkened mood is nothing compared to her girlfriend, Lena Luthor’s.

There’s a dark and evil side lurking inside Lena too. Always there, always out of sight. With Kara under the influence of the Red Kryptonite, Lena finds herself indulging in her own primal dark side in order to quell Kara’s own.

“Again?” Lena’s eyes fly wide open at the DEO circus.

“The red kryptonite particles went up with the explosion last week,” Alex says, overseeing the transfer of her sedated sister to the secure L-Corp laboratory. “And what goes up must come down. Jesus, I can’t believe we didn’t account for the rain.”

“Wouldn’t she be safer at DEO headquarters? It’s just, her safety should be the priority.” Lena doesn’t want to seem too eager to palm off her girlfriend.

“If the DEO headquarters were still secret, sure.” Alex rubs her temple, now suddenly thinking of other problems.

Her hazel eyes find Lena with a sense of exhaustion, as though there are too many things being juggled in the air and she needs someone to take Kara out of the equation.

Alex continues, “The League caught intel about our security protocols. Ironically, the one place Lex will probably not look is the place right beneath his nose. The building has enough lead-lining to hide her heat signature?”

“More than enough,” Lena confirms.

“Well,” Alex pats the chief executive’s shoulder. “I’ll call you tonight, and I’ll leave her in your capable hands for a few days.”

Lena laughs suddenly, the uncomfortable noise barely escaping through her tight teeth. “Please don’t.” She eyes Alex cautiously. “Just maybe let’s workshop this idea—”

“It will be fine,” Alex promises. “Just don’t listen to her, put your headphones in, think of it as babysitting duty. I’ll owe you one, big time.” Alex stares as though she means it regardless of the complications it might cause later down the line.

An unconditional favour from one of the higher-ups in the chain of command at the Department of Extranormal Operations… That could certainly come in handy one day.

“Not the holding cell. Put her in the observation suite, the glass is resistant to her heat vision.” Lena points to the clear glass room opposite the laboratory. “Extra restraints, green kryptonite lamps—”

“Green kryptonite could kill her,” Alex balks.

“In larger quantities, sure.” Lena nods. “In a smaller, medicinal dosage it nullifies her power for a short time. Like the small amount emitted by the kryptonite lamps your tech team developed last year in the event of…” Lena pauses, quirking her crimson lips as she searches for the right word. “Something unexpected.” Alex instantly closes her eyes. “Bring them, bring all of the equipment. And extra restraints too, please.”

“Why extra restraints?” Alex lifts her brow, confused.

Lena rolls her eyes, then turns to her personal assistant. “Jesse, clear my entire schedule from now until Tuesday. Alex, trust me, I’m doing you a favour, but I need the restraints and the kryptonite lamps. For my safety, you understand?” She glances at her girlfriend’s sister.

“Whatever you need, Lena.” Alex doesn’t ask further.

***

Kara awakes slowly and feels the tension in her arms. They’re captured around her ribcage, as though she is trapped in a suffocating hug. She shifts her shoulders, wiggling, unable to get herself loose from the poor, rough excuse for a blanket that has entwined her.

“You’ll forgive me for being cautious,” Lena says through the speaker. “It’s for your safety, mostly.”

Kara opens her eyes and simultaneously rolls them when she sees the applied restraints. Her arms are secured in a white strait-jacket, the tan leather straps buckled tightly, with another strap of leather secured between her nude legs to stop her wiggling out of it.

“For my safety or yours?” Kara flexes against the strait-jacket.

“Alright,” Lena levels seriously over the speaker. “For mine then.”

The strait-jacket isn’t torn to pieces when Kara flexes a second time, which strikes her as strange. She wiggles again, harder, flexing, stretching her arms as far as she can against the secured sleeves.

“Sorry baby,” Lena says, walking in to view as she stops in front of the glass door that separates them. “Another precaution. I can survive your bad mood, but only when we level the playing field.” Her emerald eyes glance to the industrial spotlights that emanate a low, dark green colour over the observation suite.

Green Kryptonite.

“If you think there’s such a big bad monster lurking inside of me—” Kara stops, heaving furious breaths. “Why risk it the other three-hundred and sixty-four days a year? Am I not capable of tearing you apart then, if I wanted to?”

“There is always a monster lurking inside of you, baby.” Lena folds her arms over her black cashmere sweater. “But you are the strongest, most level-headed woman I know. You would never let it hurt anyone.” Her eyes flicker with love. “The other days of the year, of course.” She pushes a small smile, but then it disappears as she dips her head.

Kara narrows her eyes. “Oh, you want to talk about monsters, Lena?” She can’t help but laugh.

“Not particularly.”

“Because you know the one that claws inside of your ribcage is so much more violent and hungry than mine.”

“Don’t do this, please,” Lena pleads. “I know you can’t help it, but could you… try and help it?”

“Sad, poor, angry little girl—lost and unlovable,” Kara scoffs, her lips forming an angry smirk. “How does it feel knowing that I am the only one capable of loving a creature as tortured as you?”

Lena’s mouth twitches almost imperceptibly.

Her face is beautiful and smooth like porcelain, but her eyes are utterly empty and her jaw flexes with the tiniest slip of anger. To Kara, she is still beautiful, still the finest human she has ever met, a bride to be made fit for House of El yet.

It’s simply a case of subjugating her first, Kara thinks. To teach Lena who exactly her better half is, metaphorically and literally speaking.

“You’re still pretty when you want to cry,” Kara says coldly, unbothered and unconcerned. “You should know that.”

“Funny,” Lena doesn’t skip a beat, her tone equally cold. “I’ve always thought the same of you.”

There’s a flash, a tiny strike of lightning. It hits Kara right in her belly and sends her flying backwards. The pain is the least of her concerns. She doesn’t understand what it was. Kara pants and opens her eyes, curled in the corner of the glass cage with a tight grimace.

“For my safety,” Lena explains, lifting the remote that controls the shock pulses. “In case I feel threatened.” She smirks slightly.

“You always feel threatened,” Kara laughs despite the painful ripples in her body from the electric shock. “Always threatened by other powerful women, always worried you’re too small, too unimportant, too weak to compete—”

“Whoops.” The powerful shock hits Kara again and makes her whimper. It leaves her crumpled and curling, sweating and gritting her teeth. “My finger slipped,” Lena says, unamused.

Despite the red kryptonite, despite the hubris it imbues her with, she is completely defenseless and that only compounds her anger. Kara wrangles as hard as she can, until she nearly dislocates her shoulder trying to get free from the pathetic little strait-jacket that on any ordinary day could be ripped apart with a sneeze.

The door alarm rings out. Lena steps inside the lion’s den, her Blahnik heels clicking quickly over the cold hard floor. Kara refuses to look at her, she tucks her sweaty head away as the pencil skirt gracefully bends at the knees to appraise her closer, as though she is some kind of small animal.

“See,” Lena whispers quietly, moving the damp blonde hair off her face. “Still so pretty when you want to cry, baby, I told you.”

“Don’t start a war you cannot win, Lena,” Kara growls with gravel in her throat. “I will still have my power and might when the weekend is out, and you—”

“Will still have mine, too.” Lena slips her hand over Kara’s bottom, pulling the curled up little monster close like a pet to be made tame. “Why don’t you be a good girl and let that nasty tongue of yours rest. I don’t want to sedate you. There is so much more productive fun to be had when you’re awake.”

Kara’s ears lift at that.

“Fun?” She looks at Lena with a craned eyebrow.

Lena looks different. Kara isn’t sure whether it’s the effect of the red kryptonite, or whether her girlfriend has always had that air of cruel arrogance and she’s only just noticing it now. But Lena’s eyes glean her as though she’s a wolfish little whore, a thing to conquer. Her crimson lips pull into a small smirk.

“Fun for me, yes.” Lena pets her damp, long blonde hair softly. “The way I see it, Kara Danvers, is that I’m going to marry you one day. That means for better or worse. And, if I can’t find a way to handle you at your worst—” Kara hisses when slender fingers yank her hair tight in a tight fistful. “Then what business do I have enjoying you at your best?” Their eyes lock seriously.

“You think this is me at my worst?” Kara’s eyes grow wide with indignation. “Oh just you wait. The Hell I will reign down upon you—” Material is quickly stuffed inside her open mouth as gag, stifling the threats.

The material is slightly damp, heady almost, the feminine taste that is so distinctly Lena Luthor coats Kara’s tongue… Kara realises that this isn’t a traditional gag.

“Hold my panties for me like a good girl,” Lena whispers and stuffs them a little deeper into her mouth. “Don’t spit them out, otherwise I’m going to push them in another hole. And believe me, I have such better, bigger plans for your pretty tight holes…” Her manicured fingers slipped over the tanned leather strap between Kara’s sweating thighs.

When Kara’s blue eyes fly open in surprise, the question doesn’t even need to be uttered. Lena can practically read her mind. The executive peers down at her with a loving smile, her palms gently taking each side of her face and cradling it close to her own.

“The red kryptonite cannot be chemically neutralised. That means I need to find another way to control you when you’re… under the influence of dangerous substances.” Lena trails her hand through Kara’s long hair, her nails dragging and gathering it neatly. “That means I need to condition you to see me as your handler, to prevent my brother ever using the red kryptonite compound as a weapon.”

“My handler?” Kara scoffs through the panties between her teeth, laughing. “You couldn’t handle a guinea pig without help—” The sentence is slapped out of her mouth, hard.

“Your ears work, how reassuring.” Lena remains blank-faced. “Now, come with me, let’s see how reward-motivated you can be, little one.”

The fingers entwined in the back of her scalp tug, pull, coax her to follow on her knees across the glass room towards a desk with a laptop on top of it in the corner. There’s a soft, plush cushion beside the chair. Kara realises too late what exactly her girlfriend has planned.

“No, no.” Lena stops when Kara stops, glancing down at the ravenous little creature digging her feet into the floor. “Wouldn’t you rather feel good, sweetheart?” She swiftly takes the panties out of her mouth.

Kara thinks, too optimistically, that it’s so she can reply clearly.

Instantaneously, Kara feels all of her muscles tighten at once. Something has started vibrating inside of her—quite literally, vibrating inside of her—it’s pressed deep inside of her folds, right behind her clit against that perfect spot that made her cunt feel tight and hot. The panties were removed from her mouth so they weren’t a choking hazard, she realises.

Then, it dwindles away to nothing.

“I am going to hurt you in ways you cannot fathom,” Kara growls furiously at the denial of her pleasure.

“No, you’re not.” Lena cranes down and pecks her temple. “Because I will crush you before you ever get the chance, little girl,” her soft voice becomes a stern tone against the ear, the responsive slither of crimson red kryptonite emanating from Kara’s temple not going unnoticed.

The moment Kara snatches at Lena’s throat with her teeth—she is made to learn the hard way around why it’s a regrettable idea.

A sudden shock of electricity hits her, but not externally, this time it’s deep inside of her cunt, attacking the back of her clit with needle-like precision. It hits her so hard that Kara squeals and releases Lena’s throat before the slightest amount of pressure can be applied with her teeth.

Unlike the earlier electric shock, this one is prolonged and hateful almost. Kara curls on her side and cries, clenching her thighs, yelping like a wounded little animal. Lena stands over her calmly, hands clasped in front of her neat black pencil skirt while her thumb continues to press the remote control.

“Please!” Kara squeals. “Please make it stop!”

“Good girl,” Lena whispers and lifts her thumb off the trigger. “Manners will get you everywhere, sweetheart. I would advise that you don’t ever try to hurt me, otherwise I will have to rectify the situation with some sense of equalism. You understand?”

“Yes,” Kara spits the affirmation between her clenching teeth.

“Yes Ma’am,” Lena insists.

“You have lost your soft little fucking mind if you think—” Kara wails a sharp sob that cuts her off, squirming her thighs together again as a small jolt hits her deep in the back of the cunt.

“When you’re like this, Kara, I don’t see my girlfriend,” Lena says firm. “My sweet, gentle, strong Supergirl... She would never try to hurt me, would never hurt a fly even. But you?” Her tone is suddenly accusatory. “You are not my Kara. You are the monster that lurks beneath the surface, and you will kneel and be made tame or you will be crushed into dust. I’m not your girlfriend, your little human, or your subordinate. I am the only authority in your tiny fucking insular world and you will obey me.” It isn’t posed as a question, simply posited as fact.

“We’ll see about that, Ma’am,” Kara growls sarcastically.

“Good girl,” Lena’s tone is suddenly praising, her eyes narrowing with pleased surprise. “You don’t have to enjoy saying it, baby, you just have to do as you’re told.”

Instinctively, Kara wants to protest and be difficult. But whatever Lena has buried deep inside of her cunt…it begins to strangely swell, filling her, vibrating and pulsing against her slick hot folds in a way that is entirely pleasurable. Kara understands too late what game they’re playing. Lena is operantly conditioning her. A game of punishment and reward.

The corner of Kara’s vision glitters, almost. The red kryptonite heightens everything, her emotions, her mood, her aggression, and apparently her arousal too. The wolfish creature can’t help but gasp, closing her eyes and unable to form coherent words.

“I think that’s enough baby,” Lena whispers softly.

Slowly, the strange new toy inside of her cunt recedes in size and slows its vibrations. It feels like a knot growing smaller, then a love egg, then it’s too small to be descriptively felt any more. Kara can still tell something is inside of her but it’s the smallest, most inoffensive intrusion. There, but not there, like a tiny pill-sized probe of sorts.

Kara glances down to the  leather strap buckled tight over her slit. She had assumed it was there to stop her slipping out of the strait-jacket, but Kara now understood it was also there to keep something buried inside of her.

Kara shifts slowly on the floor, twisting her hips, trying to feel out the sensations in her body that no longer seemed to exist without Lena deciding they should. It makes the chief executive smile this wolfish, chipper grin that looks strange on her usually dour face. Her beaming white teeth are on display with the breadth of her smile.

She looks beautiful, Kara can’t help but notice.

“What-” Kara blinks, completely confused. “What did you put inside of me?”

“A very, very special toy.” Lena gently takes her by the chin, guiding her shying face to meet her authoritative eyes. “I made it especially for you, though the punishment features were certainly a last-minute revision. If you’re a very, very good girl I’ll show you just how nice it feels when I decide that it should.”

“And if I’m not a good girl?” Kara lifts her brow defiantly. “If I don’t want to be your unconsenting little fucking pet slave?”

At that Lena’s eyes widen slightly.

“Baby,” Lena whispers with a knitted brow, her voice slow and loving. “I’m trying to help you here. The green kryptonite—” She nods at the deep green spotlights that cast the room in dark shadows. “I don’t know how much exposure is lethal, but I know that if you ever posed a risk to the general public then the DEO would ask questions later after they had put you down like a feral animal.” The theoretical possibility seems to make Lena tight with worry. “You don’t have to like this. It’s non-lethal, it’s for your own good, and my Kara would perfectly understand why it was necessary.”

“Then your Kara is a submissive little whore, and you probably know as much.” Kara glares at the unshakeable human she had underestimated.

Lena tucks a long weft of blonde hair behind Kara’s ear.

“Come along,” Lena instructs, turning on her heels to walk to the desk in the corner of the room. “You can either come willingly or I will give you a damn good reason to regret being so difficult.”

***

To Lena’s surprise, Kara did as she was told. Lena sat down in the chair and opened the laptop, her thumb on the shock button, ready to hit her girlfriend where it hurt once she reached zero on her mental countdown from ten.

But Kara crawls forward as best she can like a wounded little animal, her arms secured by the strait-jacket, her cheek pressed to the floor as she pushes forward indignantly on her knees.

The miracle happened. The pigs flew over the sky. The chickens had come home to roost. Lena felt her smile widen proudly, her fingers slipping around Kara’s neck and tickling the nape.

“Good girl,” Lena hushes, then she slips her hand around Kara’s jaw and brings her cheek to her lap. “There you go, just kneel there and show me you can be good.”

Lena rewards her in tangible, felt ways. The bullet-like toy inside of her cunt was activated with the remote, Lena’s thumb slipping over the control trigger to increase the swell in size, then the vibrations too.

Lena kept it on the minimal settings, flexing her thumb back and forth, giving her girlfriend just enough to coax her submission. She imagined that it probably felt like a pulse inside of her tight slick cunt, a pressure that grew and pressed into the back of her g-spot with delicious accuracy, then receded into nothing.

“Say thank you, princess.” Lena idly traces her fingertips on the panting jaw pressing to her thigh.

“Go fuck yourself you arrogant, precious little cunt.”

Lena just closes her eyes and presses the button.

Tense and tight and squealing, the wolfish little creature slumps to the floor and wrestles against the strait-jackets straps. Lena opens her eyes and peers down at her, guilty, curious, aroused beyond words and not ready to take her thumb off the trigger yet.

“Please!” Kara yelps with tears streaming down her red cheeks. “I’m sorry!”

“You’re sorry, what?” Lena lifts her eyebrow, waiting for the appellation.

“Oh go fuck yourself—” Kara regrets it instantly.

It was thrilling to bring a god to her squealing, tightly curled-up kneels. Lena knows it’s wrong, that it’s villainous in all the ways she holds herself to be morally higher than. But all Kara has to do is be polite, it really isn’t that hard. She increases the electricity until it feels like a thousand tiny needles digging and prodding, Lena has no doubts about it.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am!” Kara sobs. “Please make it stop, I’m sorry!”

“Good girl,” Lena hushes and takes her thumb off the trigger. “There’s a good, good girl.” She pets her long damp hair. “See, it isn’t that hard baby. You just have to do as you’re told, you just have to be a good girl.”

Lena replaces the pain with a flood of pleasure. It takes her girlfriend off her centre of gravity. Kara slumps again, her toes flexing and curling, her belly tightening until she is curling like a little kitten. Lena makes sure to show the submission an abundance of reward, her thumb flies upward on the control trigger and gives Kara a brief taste of how good obedience can truly feel.

The toy swells so big and wide inside of Kara that her weeping baby blues fly open, entire constellations mapped in the whites of her eyes. The vibrations are so powerful that Lena can hear them — thrumming, pulsing, mechanically growling away like a revving engine. She brings Kara down slowly, gently, backing her away from the cliff edge of a quick hard orgasm.

“Please!” Kara whines and brings her cheek back to Lena’s lap, kissing and digging her nose into the top of the chief executive’s thigh. “I’ll be good, I’ll behave, please just let me cum.”

“I think I’ll leave you right here.” Lena settles on a low, gentle vibration setting — enough that Kara can feel it stirring her orgasm, but not enough to push her over the edge. “If you’re still being a good girl by the time I’ve finished my ordinance paperwork, we can revisit things.”

“Please,” Kara whimpers, her voice barely a choking whisper. “Please, please, please—” She buries her face into Lena’s lap.

Lena ignores it and gets on with her tasks. It takes longer than it usually does, she’s more aware of the ticking time. The panting little mouth pressing to her thigh whimpers and moans, but Kara’s face is entirely slack and resting on the leg as though she has no energy to hold it up of her own volition.

“Please Ma’am,” Kara whimpers, “Please, Ma’am, make it feel good.”

Lena says nothing, offers nothing in response, but she pushes the trigger upwards and increases the vibrations and swelling size of the toy, incrementally and almost procedural. Then, she clicks into her emails for a quick update on the minute notes from the meeting she missed.

Ten minutes pass, if that.

“I need to cum,” Kara pants. “Please?”

“No.”

“Please Ma’am!”

“I said no—ow!” Lena glances down to where Kara had nipped her with teeth, hard. “What did I tell you?” Lena asks calmly, her fingers catching the shying chin. “I was fair, I warned you Kara, all you have to do is be a good girl and do as I tell you to.”

“Please no more shocks, I’m sorry—I didn’t, I didn’t mean to!”

“I’m not going to shock you,” Lena says reassuringly, closing the laptop lid. “You want to be fucked? You want to be pleasured? I’m going to show you exactly why you wait for my freely-given permission. You think this is degrading? Oh baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

***

Kara cries so hard it makes the veins in her throat bulge and stick out. Her legs thrash and kick, her arms wrangling desperately against the tight, taut sleeves of the jacket. Externally, it looked as though she might be in the worst pain one woman could possibly experience. Lena almost felt guilty. But, Kara wasn’t in pain.

She was in terminal pleasure.

“Spread your legs,” Lena only has to whisper the instruction.

Kara does as she’s told instantly, as best she can, opening her shaking legs as far and wide as she possibly can. Her cunt is pink and swollen against the wet leather strap, bucking desperately for an orgasm she isn’t permitted to have.

Whenever she gets too close, Lena dials the toy down—or gives her a tiny shock—depending on whichever is necessary to keep her an obedient and well-behaved girl.

“What a pretty girl,” Lena croons, brow furrowing deeply as she leaned against her chair and crossed her leg. “Tell me again, what are the rules baby?”

“I do as I’m told,” Kara pants. “That’s all I have to do, exactly as I’m told to do.”

“You’re such a good, obedient little girl.” Lena dials up her vibrations almost imperceptibly. “I wanted to break you in gently, Kara, but if you need to be brought under the thumb with ruthless efficiency then that works for me too. Come, hump my foot like a good pet.”

The red kryptonite glows and ebbs under her skin, everywhere, pulsing, from her temples to her toes, the slithers of red slip and glide beneath her skin and then reappear a moment later somewhere else. Lena surmises that her body, her primal aggression, it’s fighting her from the inside out and telling her this is wrong.

Kara ignores it and does as she’s told.

“What a good girl!” Lena cranes down and kisses her temple as the slick leather strap begins to work the top of her bare foot. “What do good girls get, Kara?”

“Rewards, Ma’am,” Kara whimpers.

“And what does the good girl want?”

“For you to fuck me hard, Ma’am,” Kara breaks into a sob and grinds her hips harder. “Please, please, it’s too gentle.” She dissolves into hiccuping tears.

“You’re sure you want a big hard orgasm?” Lena furrows her brow, as though she doesn’t understand. “Wouldn’t you rather a nice, soft, gentle little orgasm that just takes you over the edge—”

“Please let me cum hard,” Kara squeals, her face dipped down and cradled between her handler’s thighs. “Please, Ma’am! I’ll be a good girl, I promise!”

“No baby,” Lena says calmly. “Just a tiny soft orgasm tonight. If you are good, I’ll let you have a big one tomorrow.”

“Ma’am please!” Kara yelps as though agonised, her fingers digging tight into Lena’s kneecaps. “Please, please—”

It’s important that Kara learns the size and depth of a reward is Lena’s to call. She won’t get her own way all of the time, that’s Lena’s rationale with denying her. Lena dials down the vibrations incrementally, then makes the swell of the toy just a little bit smaller. Responsively, Kara sobs and bucks harder as she loses the pressure on her g-spot.

“The more you push the more pressure I’m going to take away,” Lena is stern because she feels that she has to be. “Are we going to be a good girl or a ruined girl?”

“Good girl,” Kara whimpers and bucks. “Can I cum, please? I’ll be a good girl, I’ll be obedient.”

“Chase it. I’ll cut you off when you’ve had enough baby, don’t you worry.” Lena cruelly smiles.

Kara bucks and grows silent for a moment, her pained expression slackening as the orgasm creeps up gently—nowhere near as forceful as the wolfish little thing desires it to be—but that will come in time, Lena thinks. She cups Kara’s chin and stares down at her, appraising, judging perfectly, grinning when the wild little thing comes undone with a sob and clutches at her leg like a humping little pet.

“There we go,” Lena whispers, turning the toy off suddenly just as Kara hit the peek. “What a very, very good girl. I’m pleased, Kara.” She cranes and pecks her temple, her tear-stained cheek, then her panting lips. “What do we say?”

“Thank you, Ma’am,” Kara stutters.

“Good, good girl.” Lena cradles her cheeks. “Let’s get you comfortable in bed. You’re not going to give me problems, are you?” Lena teases her thumb over the shock trigger.

“No Ma’am!” Kara shakes her head frantically. “No problems!”

“Good girl, that’s what I like to hear.” Lena kisses her more fervently this time.

It was a gamble with her life that paid off, Lena thinks with relief.

The green kryptonite lamps had died hours ago, the room was completely dim and dark save the backlight from the row of monitors opposite the other side of the glass. Unbeknownst to Kara, she had slowly regained her powers, or certainly enough of them to beat Lena in a fight if she so wished. But, she had been such a very good girl.

Lena had no concerns now that her little wolfish pet could be brought to heel.

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[bitch-for-a-rainbow]

So there's a blanddcheadcanons post that says that "Kara is the mortal avatar of Rao" and I really don't like it, especially in the context of SG 3x04 (The Faithful). At best, as was pointed out to me by a friend with whom I discussed this post, the House of El is likely blessed and somewhat sponsored by Rao, which probably doesn't do much but produce Krypton's greatest heroes, given what the word "El" **means** in Kryptonian. I'm interested in your thoughts on this (pls post your answer).

    I reject the headcannon solely because if it were true it would mean Coville was right and I fucking hate that bitch.

     In all seriousness, though, this is an idea I've seen a lot and I'm not a huge fan of. I don't know much about Raoism beyond what appears in the show and that which can be inferred off of the show. One thing I would point out though is that El in Kryptonian (while obviously being intended to mean God by the original comic writers) can mean Sun or Stars, and since the Kryptonians in the show are, as far as I can tell, monotheistic, and worshipped only one particular star, the El family is not necessarily named God. It would, however, signify their enormous prestige on Krypton and contribute to the famous El pride (or rather, arrogance). I’m not sure it would necessarily have to mean anything more than that-- that the Els are a respected house who have produced a variety of successful politicians, civil servants, and scientists. And (this time reaching a little bit) that they are perhaps so old and respected that their house name was once a title. 

      There is a certain allure to the theory, for sure. Kara is a paragon character. She always, always does what she thinks is right, regardless of the cost, personal or global, and regardless of what other people might think of it. She has a very direct moral compass, and there are only a handful of times when she doesn’t follow it, all of which involve saving Lena. Ship who you want, but it is notable that Kara routinely prioritzes Lena’s life over that of others given the rarity of that happening otherwise. She never even considered breaking Rick Thompson’s father out of prison when he kidnapped Alex, and all he’d committed was bank robbery. Kara has lines she does not cross (though murder is clearly not one of them). She is a character that has seen some of the worst that sentient life is capable of, has seen more death and suffering than most people could imagine, and she came out of it with an all-encompassing desire to protect others. She lives to give people hope. Plus, the humor of having Kara-- the one person most offended by the idea of being an Avatar of Rao-- turn out to be an Avatar of Rao is great.

       But, I would also say that having Kara want to do good because she is the avatar of a benevolent god is reductive and not particularly true to her character. It is true that helping and protecting people is a large part of the core of who Kara is. But there is a difference between altruism and the self-destructive, bordering of suicidal desperation to save absolutely everyone that Kara practices. And to anyone who doubts the suicidal bit, I direct you to the season 1 finale where Kara literally goes on a goodbye tour because she thinks if she goes out to fight Non she’ll die. She still goes because she has hope, but that hope is that she can at least save Earth with her life. She doesn’t fight because she is certain in the ultimate victory of good and justice. She does it because she more afraid to lose another family than she is to die. Kara doesn’t become Supergirl and risk her own life because she believes in good, she does it because she can’t stand to listen to people suffer-- because she has suffered. To use Alex’s words in 1x13 “You fight everyday to keep people from struggling like you have.” Notably also in 1x13, Kara wakes up from the Black Mercy and her first words are “Who did this to me?” and then she goes after Non in what could arguably be described as a homicidal rage-- a rage that is fueled entirely for personal reasons, not the greater good of Earth (though that comes as an added benefit), which is.... not very befitting the avatar of a benevolent god. 

     A major part of season 1 is Kara dealing with grief and rage. She nearly breaks a guy's arm in episode 6 because he screamed at her for damaging his car, to hell with the children he'd almost hit with it. In season 3's Midvale flashbacks we see her first put both hands through a lunch table, then attack Jake when she suspects him for Kenny's death. She gets better at controlling it as the seasons progress, but during Crisis she very nearly melts Lex. Also not particularly godly of her. 

     Then there is the fact that so much of who Kara is is shaped by fear: fear of the government, fear of humanity, fear of abandonment, and fear of herself. In her civilian life, Kara is, for the most part, unnoticeable. She's polite, soft-spoken, doesn't wear a lot of bold colors or styles, and is often a pushover. As shown by her encounter with Red Kryptonite, Kara would not dress or speak the same way to people without the pressure of hiding her identity (though much of her dialogue is purely the loss of her "don't be an asshole" filter, some of it is stuff she had every right to say before and just didn't). I have always found that episode to be very interesting purely for the fact that Kara doesn't actually seem to be seeking harm on others so much as seeking their attention. Her argument with Alex is almost entirely about how much she hates having to hide and pretend to be less than she is. Kara drops Cat off the balcony and then catches her. She attacks the police when they point weapons at her but doesn't kill or even hurt them that badly, instead of destroying the car they're using as shelter. Red-K removed her inhibitions, made her angrier, yes, but if her goal was to actually hurt people, she could have done so-- would have done so, and with great ease. She goes to a public bar and uses super strength to smash bottles by flicking peanuts. Why do that at a crowded bar? Why not just flick potato chips at the windows in her own apartment?

      This is Kara at her absolute worst-- but does she seek out the DEO agents who shot her out of the sky? Does she go after Maxwell Lord or Non? No. She tries to make people pay attention to her. Her most shameful and hideous desire is for people to give her respect. (Admittedly, respect gained through fear, but still.). Kara's a nice person-- much, much nicer than average-- but a lot of that "nice" is just her avoiding conflict to avoid attention.

      Kara is a good person. Kara inspires people. But that is because Kara gets up every day and chooses to be good and to inspire. It's one of the reasons I enjoy Non as a villain so much-- he and Astra are Kara's narrative foils. They also remember Krypton and grieve its loss. They also were trapped in the Phantom Zone. But where Kara had the Danvers to convince her that some good people existed and would risk themselves just to help others, Non and Astra had Alura sentencing them to eternal suffering rather than helping them save their planet (through the means they thought necessary) and then landed on Earth and found it headed on the same path as the planet they'd just lost. Kara had people to help her grieve. Non and Astra were surrounded by misery. They lost hope. Kara discovered it.

     Kara is the Paragon of Hope because she has been hopeless. Because she has suffered so much, seen so much, and because she chooses to believe in a better future. She didn't have hope her first time in the Phantom Zone. She didn't even have hope for a while on earth. From what we can gather, Kara's choice to start actually believing in the future was a gradual shift that occurred sometime after Kenny's death and has lasted her ever since. For Kara, hope is learned. She chose to hope and she won't let it go, and to assign that incredible victory off to her being a God is an insult to her growth and to her character. 

   Now I personally thought “The Faithful” handled this concept very well. 3x04 is one of my favorite episodes of television in general, let alone in Supergirl. Season 3 is my second favorite season, and that says a lot for its good episodes when the bad of season 3 is so, so very bad (To say nothing of the episode to episode production value, we have the waste of Argo, Mon El’s return as obviously he’s grown he has a beard Mon El, and whatever the hell was going on with Kryptonian genetic engineering eclipse causing witches). To this day I don’t know why Kara had magic dreams. The show did nothing to explain it and I can’t imagine up a reason. 

     But “The Faithful” works because it highlights the whole paragon part of who Kara is. When you realize that every person in the room of Coville’s cult is a person she has personally saved-- that hits hard. Especially since only a fraction of the people she’s saved would ever set foot inside that building with the totally not-creepy, entirely wholesome way they deliver the invitations. (“Your daughter is special. She has been chosen. As have you.”) It works because it focuses on how the average human must view Kara, the ones who don’t see her argue with her sister over potstickers and crush her phone when she gets mad. It works because of how desperately hard Kara tries to be a human. It works because the writers know that we, the audience, do not see Kara as anything but a regular person with irregular abilities: a kind and remarkably devoted person, but not a god. 

[indecisive-hermit]

Boi, do I have feelings about this week's episode. It's so strange how the actors can give so much but the story makes you cringe or cry-laugh on the floor.

Take the Kaznia stuff, for example. Oh my fucking fuck, what are the writers smoking?! Or the farfetched storyline how Nyxly apparently is going to get the love totem, I mean- is either Nyxly or Lex even capable of love at this point. Admiration for each others atrocities maybe, but love?

On the other hand, the way Kara and Lena are connected and inseparable at this point is making me feel all kinds of things, yet I refuse to take off my clown suit. CW is a proven evil queerbaiting network.

But I will take these tender loving moments and enjoy the fandom's content. In my heart these two idiots are in love. Supercorp is my head canon no matter how this ridiculous show ends.

Esme is the cutest new addition to the Super Fam. Why'd they keep her from us for this long? 🥺 I do find it strange that the show's themes and personal relationships have been about the "honeymoon" phase of love so far and the only couple dealing with (somewhat) relatable problems is Dansen. The whole series started out so promisingly and I love the first season and how down to earth and character focused it used to be and now with CW taking over, it's literally all over the place and the character arcs are confusing, "mmm, yeah okay" at best.

Still I will drink my Supercorp clown juice weekly and enjoy what the fandom has to offer. Moar pls. Okay bye.

[angelfireeast]

Supergirl series final

Everyone got a happy ending and Densen got a big beautiful wedding that was just about them. A wedding that Thundergrace and Westallen were denied. It was so nice to see someone finally get that.

My thoughts as episodes aired:

Kelly looks so heartbroken while Alex is all rage😭😭😭

Alex and Kelly on same page of do anything for their daughter

Two ships are going go down in flames tonight and they are both as toxic as each other and I'm gonna laugh laugh laugh

They are breaking Esme's heart by making her think that her parents again and she losing being the love totem

Yes Andrea you are monster for doing whatever YOU THINK you have to do get what you want. You crossed the massive line and William was murdered for it. He died protecting you. You have no ethics.

William is someone Kara loves. That will make wackos angry even though she loved him as a friend not a love interest.

I'm so glad there is no "no killing Lex" talk. None of that bullshit.

Lillian laughing in Lex's face was good.

Esme is KILLING me "I'm drawing my mom's I want to remember them"😭😭😭

Alex is right 😭😭😭 Esme thinks those things

Everytime someone says "that's my kryptonite" all I think of Moldy Bread telling Kara that horrible kryptonite line for the dumb ship. So glad the ship is dust

Every scene with Nia and Brainy is making me more sad about their ending.

I don't care about Lillian Nyx or Lex drama. Drop this garbage.

Superheroes putting family before the world😱 Barry is told over and over just let Iris die. Would Barry be aloud to save his children like this?

Alex would do EVERYTHING to save esme that's a mother right there. I wish we had more time with mom Alex

Ha! Lex lost his girlfriend fast

Can Alex kill Lex painfully VERY soon pls. How dare he treat her daughter like that.

Omg Emse "They came" no one has ever showed up for before😭 and now she KNOWS her family will always come

So Kara is going have to quit being supergirl cause she fucked up with the sun thing?😒

Alex should have just shot that bastard in the back like he deserved before the fight started.

Esme being the smartest one there smashing the totem. Esme fighting for her family😭 she's so tiny and so brave. She found a family who will come for her. And she will fight for them😭 I love her so much.

What was the purpose for making Lex and Nyx's face turn into lizards?

Lillian jumping in front of blast for Lex😴

Love seeing the man Kelly helped being such a positive force for people inspiring Kara to think differently.

Kara inspired everyone to be believe themselves reminds me of s1 better angels.

Mon-Hell saving Kara😴

I hate Overgirl. Hate that they choose her to come back.

Love James and Kelly working together. Love the move of her jumping off his back.

I forgot the voice James used as Guardian😭

Did Winn do anything? I guess he shot the creature with the ship.

Did Eliza jump out with a shotgun😭

That was a meh ending to Lex and Nyx. Lex should be bones and dust.

Andrea you have no right to be at William's funeral. This is as bad at Caitlin/Frost hanging HR's funeral. She makes me sick.

Mon-El never coming back? 😆 One ship down and one more to go

Andrea selling CatCo was best thing she can do

Kara feel has nothing while everyone else is empowered cause it's the end of the series and the writers gave her NOTHING. They are setting it up that Kara can't have it all. She can't have the career, be the hero, have a love interest no she has to have one or nothing. BOO

aww the gift between James and Kelly🥰 I love my Olsen siblings

Brainy said fuck the future I have love

James is sitting beside Lena the SC must have their shotguns out pointed at him.

It's so nice to have a wedding where no is making eyes at someone else. Densen getting the attention they deserve for their happy ending.

Kelly is Alex's missing puzzle piece🧩

Lena touched James hand during Densen's vows I dread to think of the hate storm heading James's way from the batshit fandom🙄

Densen wedding was prefect. It was their moment and it wasn't made about anyone else. No was even making eyes at anyone else. It was full on celebrate THEM and their love and future. It's all I ever wanted🥰

Happy ending for J'onn and Megan too!

Why isn't James dancing with the group? With his sister and niece!

The writers just called Kara boring as if they didn't write her this way.

Ship number two shot down. "Friend" “of all the friends i’ve ever had” It's not queerbaiting it's been stated over and over.

If Brainy doesn't go back to join with the big brain does that mean Mon-El has a chance to come back? Blah I refuse his ass has is future and that's where his story is from now on. He's never coming back. We are free!

NOTHING FOR KARAMEL AND SUPERCORP🥳

Kara didn't give up being supergirl like I feared thank god!

Why couldn't WA and Thundergrace have a Densen like wedding😫 Especially Thundergrace who also had a wedding at the end of the series?

Future weddings better that a note out of Densen's book & looking at Wildmoore

What was Barry, Iris, Lois and Clark & his kids doing as the world was being sucked of hope, truth etc? I always feel weird about that

Deleted Scenes:

They deleted the only James/Esme scene? And it had such important scene with the gift and the 'I love you' and 'Uncle Jimmy'

[cinnamonest]

It is I, thy great albedosimp 🥳 sorry for dying on you Lena dearest AHHA I’ve been busy with so many things— life is awfully and most definitely a rollercoaster but may I ask from thou for thy hornyee albedo hcs 😳 ehhehwh - 🍰

EXCELLENT I hope you liked the fic thing 🥺 also this ask made me realize I haven't added the escape attempt fics to the masterlist so I just did that

I have a folder where I store my big brain 3 am thoughts for scheduled posts and found an Albedo thought in there so pls have this 👌

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Tw: electro torture

Poor Albedo darling like. Every time you get hurt in any way whatsoever, he's helping you with your wound or whatever but you just see the littlest hint of light glint in his deadpan face and just oh no.

The most recent incident occurred bc darling was being a dumbass and decided to touch an uncovered circuit and got shocked. You recoil and jolt and whimper and shake your hand in pain and he's sighing and helping you with it and just... Looks for a moment... You know... If it didn't burn you, if it was a lesser voltage, then it might have not really done anything permanent. A form of pain that doesn't even leave welts, no burns, no cuts... Hey, don't they do that to animals already? And you can kinda see the deep-thought-contemplation on his face. And just. You know what you've done. Oof.

So you find yourself strapped to a table next time you fuck. Of course you freak out when you hear the little buzzing sound the electric part makes but he assures you not to worry... He was very careful with the modifications. Took the model they normally use on cows and lowered the voltage a current significantly. It won't do any permanent damage of any kind. Sure it looks a little intimidating because you see it light up with the electric current but it's no big deal, promise. He even made it adjustable so he can turn it really low or high. But it can't go high enough to actually harm you.

The worst part is not being able to move honestly, spread eagle so exposed, and he blindfolds you too. It's turned off, but the cold metal at the end is running over your skin, making your hairs stand on end as he drags it across your body. The anticipation makes you shiver. You pull desperately against the binds. But the fear is good, he thinks. It's part of the process. The high and the adrenaline, the endorphins, it's basically a cathartic process and will lull you into submission.

It starts off low and nothing sensitive, just right on your stomach... One little jolt and your body lurches upward, you squeak and gasp and it's just so cute. And another and another. He gets more confident realizing that he got it right and it's nothing that will actually damage you, so he starts moving it to more sensitive areas. A little shock on the neck. On the insides of your thighs, you tense up and shiver. Moves it to your nipples. You whimper when you feel the cold metal touch them, he can hear you take deep breaths in anticipation, watches the way your skin ripples as your muscles spasm. But you really start to squeal and struggle when he rubs it against your poor clit. It's nothing that will damage you, he promises, and the shocks don't really *hurt* per se, but the feeling it creates is so intense your body simply can't handle it.

You cry, yes, but you also get slick dripping down your thighs. It's only natural, really. It's the way your body is supposed to react to such stimuli. It means you like it. He gets that you don't understand it... It's confusing, isn't it? That you can enjoy something that feels so unnatural... But that's ok. You just have internal conflict. He had the same feeling, you know, when he first realized how much he enjoyed doing this kind of thing. But he learned to accept it. You will too... Now time to turn up the voltage a little bit.