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@strawberrymotion OMG one of my favorite Supercorpers, a new story, I screamed, 'it's an end of Pride miracle!!!! 🏳️🌈'
you make me wanna (make me wanna give it all to you)
relationship: Kara Zor-El/Lena Luthor
rating: E
word count: 7.2k
Summary:
She slips her hand between Lena’s legs—still at a publicly appropriate height—and gently draws an aimless pattern along the inside of her thigh.
The hitch of Lena’s breath sounds like a thunderclap to Kara and she stiffens, fingers stilling as her ears heat up.
She thinks maybe she shouldn’t keep touching her while they’re in a room full of other people.
OR
Kara's maybe more than a little obsessed with Lena in thigh-high stockings.
(read on ao3)
Kara really doesn’t think she’s super obsessed with how Lena dresses or anything.
Okay, sure, sometimes Lena will wear something that makes this molten-hot feeling pool in her belly, filling her up with such a sweet, melty ache that she wants nothing more than to rush home and fill Lena up until she falls apart just as sweet and melty.
But it's not like she's got an obsession.
It's just that Lena’s so ridiculously pretty that Kara has a revelatory, earth-shaking, breath-taking moment of that can’t be right every time she sees her. Which, again, has nothing to do with being obsessed with the clothes Lena wears, no. It's all because Lena is that pretty.
Case in point, the fact that just the other day, Lena opens the door for her—
(And this is an aside, but relevant: It’s the door to Kara’s own apartment, and more importantly, she opens the door from the inside. Because Kara had given her a key the month before, since Lena’s welcome whenever! And they haven’t talked about taking the next step and living together yet, but sometimes it feels like they already are?)
—wearing black leggings and Kara’s well-loved, gray National City University sweater (her favorite thing to steal and wear, and not-so-secretly Kara’s favorite thing to see her in). The thick glasses she trades her contacts for once she’s in for the night are perched on her nose, her hair is in a messy bun, and her lower lip is caught between her perfect teeth before she smiles a million-watt smile, even though it’s just Kara.
The hamster in Kara’s brain stalls out and gets flung around its wheel. Kara loses all brain function and just stares at Lena because, well, that can't be right. How does someone just look like that?
“Baby,” Lena says, an amused twinkle in her eye. "You’re gonna catch flies if you don’t pick your jaw up off the floor.”
It takes a couple long seconds before Kara’s brain hamster starts running again, but once it does, she nods quickly, shuts her mouth, and steps into their apartment.
And then she doesn’t really stop moving in, barely pausing to take her shoes off. She just toes off one shoe and then the other as she continues forward to wrap Lena up in her arms and press her into the couch cushions.
And maybe that isn’t the best defense for Kara not obsessing over Lena’s clothes since Kara really likes seeing Lena in that sweater, but it’s- it’s not about the sweater. It’s about the fact that it’s Lena wearing it, looking soft and warm and pretty.
It’s always about how unbelievably pretty Lena is.
So when Kara picks Lena up for a movie date on a rare occasion where she isn't already at Kara’s apartment and the penthouse elevator doors open to reveal Lena wearing a dark gray, off-the-shoulder sweater French-tucked into denim cut-offs and black thigh-high stockings, she crushes her phone to dust.
Not because of the way the stocking fabric seems to cling like spidersilk to Lena’s thighs. Not because of the sliver of skin that's visible in the gap between stocking and shorts and how it makes Kara want to run her tongue along Lena's legs and slowly peel them off.
It's none of those things, honest. She could be wearing a potato sack and Kara would still lose her mind because she’s just that devastatingly gorgeous.
“Buhhh,” Kara says, before she starts to step off the elevator, intent on pressing Lena against the nearest surface to touch her lovely thighs—and maybe some other things too—but Lena stops her with a hand on her chest.
She tuts, then says, “I know that look, Kara, and you are not getting off this elevator. Movie, remember? At the theater you love because it’s got reclining seats and actual food you can order?”
Kara frowns because Lena’s thighs are right there and the couch and kitchen counter are also right there, and they've got a half hour of previews before the movie starts so they might manage to not be (too) late… but then she sighs because, damn it, she does love that theater. And she actually enjoys watching previews.
Lena smiles when she sees the result of her internal debate settle on her face.
“That’s what I thought," she says, stepping into the elevator. “Come on, you horndog, take me to the movies.”
And before Kara can even open her mouth to let out an affronted noise at being called a horndog, Lena leans up to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth and Kara forgets why she was feeling affronted in the first place.
“We also need to get you a new phone, I see,” Lena says, staring at the phone guts on the floor.
Kara flushes and wipes the remnants of shattered phone dust off her hand before reaching out to intertwine their fingers.
“Sorry,” she mumbles, squeezing her hand and nodding at Lena's socks. “I wasn’t expecting those.”
"My legs?"
"Wh— No. Your, uh. Those, thigh... sock… things," Kara finishes weakly before noticing the twinkle of laughter in Lena's eyes. "Oh. You're pulling my leg."
"Just a bit, sorry," Lena says, sounding absolutely not-sorry.
"You!" Kara pivots and wraps her arms around Lena's waist to pull her close, blowing a raspberry into her neck just as she digs her fingers into her sides and starts tickling her.
Lena shrieks with laughter and attempts to squirm away but Kara holds her fast, keeping her revenge-tickle up for a little longer before granting her reprieve. She drops her hands to mold them to Lena's hips and nuzzles affectionately at her neck with a contented hum.
"Love you," she says, muffled by the way she's got her nose and mouth squished against Lena's skin.
"Love you," Lena returns softly, reaching up to scratch lightly at her scalp.
Kara leans into her hand, enjoying the feeling of her fingers in her hair, but then Lena's shoulders start shaking with laughter.
"What?" Kara asks, pulling her head back to look at Lena. "What's so funny?"
"We didn't push the button," she says, gently rapping her knuckles against Kara's head and reaching out to press the button for the lobby. "We've been standing in a stationary elevator."
Kara barks out a short laugh as the elevator finally starts its descent. "Okay, well I was distracted. What's your excuse?"
"I was distracted by you being distracted!"
"You can't play that card, that's the one I played. You're just copying my answer!"
Lena sticks her tongue out at her and the swell of affection Kara feels is so strong that she has no choice but to dip forward to kiss her cheek, grinning so hard that the kiss is more teeth than lip. She pulls away after and throws an arm around her shoulders.
"You excited for the movie? I've heard good things. Lots of arm, which I'm sure you'll enjoy," Kara says, bumping her hip against Lena's.
Lena doesn't rise to the bait, however, and leans into her harder, wrapping her arms around Kara's waist.
"I'm just happy we get to go out together today," she says after a moment in one of her softest, sweetest voices. "It feels like we've both been so busy lately and I've missed you."
And that's just—
"Not fair," Kara blurts, before she can stop it from slipping out.
Lena can't just admit that while she’s wearing what she's wearing and expect Kara to not be incredibly affected by it, to not want to just say to hell with the movie and stay in and cuddle and kiss and touch a lot. Kara's only alien.
"What's not fair?" Lena asks, brow furrowed.
"It's— You can't say something that sweet, looking that good. It's not fair. I'm trying to take you on a date but you're making it hard for me to not push you up against the nearest surface," Kara pouts.
Lena hums in thought.
"Is that so… Thigh-highs, huh?” she muses quietly.
And maybe Kara should have recognized the tone of her voice. It's the one she uses when she's happened across something incredibly interesting and is secreting the knowledge away for later, the one usually accompanied by a cat-that-got-the-cream glitter in her eye, but Kara doesn't notice it because she's subtly trying to admire Lena’s legs.
In fact, she doesn't notice a lot of things.
Like how Lena adjusts her thigh-highs deliberately slowly when she gets out of the car, slipping her thumbs just under the elastic to smooth out the band, fingers splaying and brushing across soft fabric as she drags her thumbs until they meet behind her thigh and then back around again. (Which ultimately brings Kara's attention back to the way they cling, and her hands twitch involuntarily as she imagines slipping her own thumbs under the elastic to tease the skin underneath.)
Like how Lena keeps crossing and uncrossing her legs when they lean back in their reclined seat. (And it’s not even that big a deal, but her thighs keep squishing together and they look so soft.)
Like how Lena pillows her head on Kara’s shoulder and slings her stockinged legs across Kara's lap when they inevitably cuddle up together, an open invitation for Kara to touch them. (So touch she does, trailing her fingers indulgently over and over along the tempting sliver of skin that had captivated her before.)
Needless to say, Kara is distracted during the movie. Distracted to the point she doesn't even order food. Lena’s soft noises and the slightly elevated rate of her pulse as Kara touches her thighs are much more interesting to listen to than whatever’s being said on-screen, her thighs much more interesting to touch than theater food.
She does her best to keep the touching family-friendly, never veering too high and mostly keeping her fingers to the top and outside of her thighs, but can’t help but stray a little towards the end of the movie. She slips her hand between Lena’s legs—still at a publicly appropriate height—and gently draws an aimless pattern along the inside of her thigh.
The hitch of Lena’s breath sounds like a thunderclap to Kara and she stiffens, fingers stilling as her ears heat up.
She thinks maybe she shouldn’t keep touching her while they’re in a room full of other people.
But then Lena shuffles and squeezes her thighs together, effectively trapping Kara’s hand where it is, with the added bonus of providing a little pressure between her legs. At least, that’s what Kara presumes since she lets out a quiet whine and leans into her harder. And she’s not about to be inappropriate with Lena in a movie theater, but… there’s nothing wrong with a little teasing, right?
Clearly not, as Lena squirms again and reaches out to stroke at the skin of Kara’s forearm, relaxing her thighs so Kara can move her hand again.
“Keep going,” she murmurs, voice quiet even though the loud movie theater audio makes her inaudible to anyone else.
Kara hears her loud and clear.
She starts tracing little swirls along Lena's inner thigh again, hyperfocused on the way each stroke coaxes out a slightly different noise. After a while, she grows bold, slipping her fingers just under the elastic of Lena's thigh-highs then dragging them up until she can slide them beneath the hem of her shorts.
Lena makes a sound low in her throat and her fingers press into Kara's forearm, not painfully, but with enough pressure to spur her on.
And, here’s the thing: Kara really isn’t touching Lena with sexual intent. She’s just a tactile person and loves the feel of Lena’s skin under her fingertips, and Lena has stated on more than one occasion how she doesn’t mind it, that she actually finds it incredibly comforting when Kara touches her absent-mindedly. So this isn’t— Kara isn’t running her fingers all over Lena’s thighs because she’s trying to turn either of them on.
(Especially not in a movie theater.)
But she can’t deny that that’s exactly what’s happening to her right now. She feels restless. Tingly, sparking heat lances through her body as Lena squirms and sighs against her, all because she's lightly trailing her fingers over the skin of her thighs.
Lena squeezes her legs together again briefly, and bites at her lower lip.
“Is the movie over yet?” she mutters, before subtly rolling her hips up as much as she can with the way her legs are angled over Kara’s thighs, causing Kara’s fingers to slip the slightest bit higher.
"Yeah," Kara says, not even looking at the movie screen. She hasn't paid attention to the movie at all, really, not since Lena put her legs in Kara's lap and let her touch them.
"It totally isn't," Lena says breathily, mouth quirking up. She shifts again, sitting up slightly so she can comfortably nuzzle into Kara's neck, and the press of Lena's soft lips against the skin of her neck has her jerking her hips up with a stifled groan.
"It isn't," she agrees, voice strained as she grips at Lena's thigh and struggles to keep from bucking again. "But it should be. Are movies usually this long? They shouldn't be this long. The movie should be over. It's illegal to keep us here like this."
And apparently that's funny, because Lena muffles her laugh into her neck, sort of. That's what Kara thinks she does? It's like she was gonna lick up her neck but got sidetracked when Kara said something amazingly witty, because what she does instead is open her mouth and press her tongue against her, slippery wet, and laugh just like that. Her breath gusts out in warm little puffs around her tongue and a shiver runs up Kara's back. An insistent throb starts up between her legs, and Lena knows that her neck is a weak spot, so the fact that she's doing that is very illegal.
Lena takes pity on her when she whines unhappily and pulls her tongue back into her mouth before rubbing her smile against her neck apologetically.
"There's… nothing actually keeping us here, you know," Lena says. "We can go anytime we want, if we so choose."
Kara’s hand twitches where she’s resting it against Lena’s thigh.
“We could, couldn’t we?” she says, but then she shakes her head because, Nope, no. She refuses to be the couple that walks out of what's probably a really good movie because they couldn't go two hours without touching each other.
Lena tilts her head up to kiss just under her jaw, sensing her resolve.
“But we’re not going to,” she supplies.
“Nah,” Kara says, turning to press her lips gently to Lena’s forehead. “This is a date, and I’m a gentleman."
The irony of that statement is not lost on them, what with the hand she still has between Lena's thighs, but Kara keeps her hand still and they manage to behave for the rest of the movie.
—
"Wow, what a movie!" Kara says, swinging Lena's hand exuberantly as they exit the theater half an hour later.
"I have absolutely no clue what happened," Lena admits.
"Neither do I!" Kara says happily, taking the opportunity granted by the upswing of their joined hands to press a kiss to Lena’s thumb. “I’m starving, let’s get something to eat.”
Lena rolls her eyes good-naturedly and allows herself to be led back to the car.
—
"I thought- I thought we were going to stop somewhere to eat?" Lena asks breathlessly, back arching.
"Mm, yeah," Kara says, popping her head up from where she'd been sucking a hickey to the side of Lena's breast. She continues plucking at the hard nipple of her other breast, tugging lightly at her piercing as she admires how attractive Lena looks with her bra and sweater rucked high on her chest, ribs expanding with every gasping breath she takes, dark red hickeys splotching across her flushed skin. Beautiful.
She dips her head to lick out against one of the purpling bruises, almost forgetting herself in the taste and feel of Lena's skin again before she tears herself away and pats her on the nipple.
"Chop chop!" she says lightly, patting the other nipple for symmetry's sake. "Put your clothes on, baby. I'm hungry."
"Oh my god…" Lena says, wrestling her bra and sweater back down as she sits up and nudges Kara upright. "Did you just pat my nipples?"
"Sure did! They’re my favorite. The absolute loveliest."
Lena sighs a long-suffering sigh and puts her hands on the shoulders of the front seats to haul herself into the passenger seat. Kara lets out a pleased noise, enjoying the way Lena’s thighs look flexing against her stockings as she moves back into the front of the car, then follows suit, giving Lena a quick peck on the lips before relocating her car keys and starting the ignition.
“Okay, food for realsies this time,” she says brightly, placing her hand high on Lena’s thigh.
Lena’s breath hitches and Kara decides that they’re getting fast food.
—
Lena smacks Kara’s hands away and Kara whines unhappily.
“No,” Lena says. "You’re not touching me with burger hands. Wash those first.”
Kara frowns bigly. She can feel how big and frowny it is, the corners of her mouth dragging down towards the ground like they’re physically weighed down by her disappointment and sadness, and she hopes Lena feels at least a little sorry for putting such a big frown on her face.
“But Lenaaa,” she tries.
“No ‘buts’, Kara,” Lena retorts, batting Kara’s wandering hands away again.
“I would've behaved,” Kara grumbles, pouting as she gets up off the couch to go wash her hands and throw their wrappers away. “Just wanted to kiss you a little.”
She can hear Lena snort from the living room, even over the sound of running water and her furious hand-scrubbing.
“It’s never just ‘kissing a little’, baby. We both know that.”
Kara grins. It’s not her fault Lena is so sensitive and makes the absolute sweetest noises for her.
She dries her hands and zips back out, plopping down on the couch with her hands out for Lena to inspect.
“I’m clean, I’m clean I’m clean I’m clean, can I please kiss you now?” she asks, batting her eyelashes.
Lena pretends to consider, but Kara can see the twinkle in her eye that means she’s already won. Even still, she turns Kara’s hands this way and that, taking her fingers between her own and stroking up and down their length with an appreciative sound, rubbing at the delicate webbing between them, trying and failing to bite back a smile as Kara goes quiet quiet at her indulgent ministrations.
“Okay, yeah,” she eventually breathes, when Kara swears Lena must be able to feel her pulse in her fingertips. “You can kiss me.”
Kara surges forward, linking their fingers together and pulling Lena’s arms above her head as she pushes her back into the couch cushions.
Lena lets out a surprised squeak, but Kara can see her pupils dilating as she licks wet wet wet at her red lips.
Kara leans in, stopping just before they touch. “I’m gonna kiss you now,” she whispers, feeling the phantom brush of Lena’s lips against hers.
“Mhm,” Lena breathes, thighs squeezing together. "Yes, please."
Kara smiles and closes the last bit of distance between them, sighing happily when she finally feels Lena's lips under hers, feels the tiny, shuddering breath she lets out as she sweetly parts her lips for Kara to lick in.
It always makes Kara feel like a million fireflies are lighting up inside her when she kisses Lena, like all the love she's got amalgamates and brightens her up from the inside out, until she feels like all that giddy, loving light is escaping from her pores. Even sitting out in the sun for a couple hours doesn’t make her feel as brilliant as one kiss from Lena does.
Kara slides her tongue slowly, wetly, against Lena's and her answering throaty moan makes Kara's head spin so hard her hips shudder helplessly downwards. But that only makes Lena jerk against the way Kara’s hands are keeping hers pinned to the cushions and roll her hips up and suck at Kara’s tongue like a lollipop.
Kara groans and humps into her again, and again, trying to keep her head from flying off, trying to not be really, embarrassingly close already even though they’re both still fully dressed and all Lena’s doing is sucking on her tongue.
But the pressure and wet suction of Lena’s mouth; the slick slide of her tongue; the little, hungry noises she makes as she tugs and tugs and tugs like she’s trying to take Kara as deep as she can to show how devoted she is, how ready she is, how good she is—
It all drives Kara absolutely wild because she's just so perfect.
Kara pulls away with a gasp, pressing their foreheads together, breath mingling hot and damp in the space between them, hips still mindlessly rocking down to meet Lena’s as she pants.
“H- hold on, sorry,” she says, flushing when it comes out way more breathless than she intends.
Lena nods patiently, turning her head and nuzzling at Kara’s cheek while she waits for her to calm down.
“You’re not even the one who got felt up at the theater, baby,” she muses quietly.
Kara nods, because, yeah, she’s not wrong about that. But, god.
She breathes in through her nose and holds it for three beats, attempting to Calm Down even as she makes no effort to actually stop the way she's grinding into Lena.
Eventually, once she can think past the pleasure slinging low in her hips, she tilts her head to fit their lips together again in a soft brush of lip against lip. It's a chaste kiss, but Kara still sinks into it, releasing one of Lena's hands to palm at her breast.
Lena eagerly arches under her and Kara swallows the breathy sound she makes, resolving to get her act together. Lena's been so, so good—so patient even with Kara's hands all over her—and she deserves to feel good twenty minutes ago. So, she brushes her thumb across Lena's breast, feeling for her nipple through her sweater and bra and humming happily when she finds the ball bearings of her piercing.
Lena lets out a desperate little noise, legs falling open as much as the couch allows. Kara smiles against her lips, sliding her hand further down until she can press the heel of her palm up between her legs.
Lena's foot drops to the floor with a soft thump and she uses the leverage to roll her hips into Kara's hand with a quiet whimper.
"Please," she whispers and Kara feels her neck grow hot.
"Okay, baby."
She unbuttons Lena's shorts and slowly drags the zipper down, listening for the hitch in her breathing.
Lena doesn't disappoint—she never disappoints—breath stuttering out when Kara eases her hand down the front of her shorts and presses two fingers up against the damp fabric of her underwear.
"Cute," Kara murmurs, and Lena squirms beneath her, cheeks flushed, back arching to push her breast more fully into Kara's palm. It's so lovely—Lena's so lovely—that Kara has no choice but to stroke along the patch of wet for a while longer, just to draw it out, before finally pulling away to slip her hand back down past the waistband of her underwear and rub the pads of her fingers directly over Lena's swollen clit.
Lena whines, teeth sinking into a kiss-bruised lip, pleading eyes flitting over Kara's face, searching, entreating.
Kara circles Lena's clit a couple more times before pushing lower, fingertips nudging at her entrance and drenching in her excitement, lifting her other hand to cup her cheek.
Lena releases her lower lip with a shaky sigh and Kara skims her thumb over it.
"Kara," Lena says, all air, lips brushing at her thumb, hips jogging up into her other hand, and Kara just grins because she knows. Slips her thumb past parted lips, rocks in in in until she's filled Lena up with two fingers in her cunt and a thumb in her mouth, until Lena's eyes are rolling back as she shudders and clenches and sucks.
"Fuck, you're good," Kara rasps, and Lena tightens around the fingers inside her, whimpering around the thumb pressing at her tongue.
Kara leans in to pepper Lena's face with tiny kisses. "Let me know when you're ready," she mumbles, nosing at a warm cheek.
Lena immediately lifts her hips to meet her hand, tongue slicking wet and greedy against her thumb, letting Kara know she's ready ready.
The breath gusts right out of her when Kara pulls her fingers out and thrusts back in again, a shuddering gasp tearing from her throat as she eagerly takes the stretch. She's hot and eager, and the insistent tug of her cunt every time Kara presses in and bumps at her throbbing clit reveals just how close she is already, just how long she's been patiently waiting on the razor's edge for Kara to take care of her.
"You've been so good, haven't you?" Kara asks.
Lena clenches hard, teeth closing around Kara's thumb. "Please," she whimpers, although it sounds more like 'leazhe with her mouth filled as it is.
"You've been such a good girl for me, haven't you?" Kara says again, punctuating her words by thrusting with extra force.
"Kara—"
"I want to hear it from your lips, baby." Kara leans in to kiss the corner of her mouth, then speaks her next words into her flushed cheek. "I want you to tell me how good you've been while I'm filling you up."
"Fuck," Lena gasps, eyes glassy, back arching higher with every hint of pressure against her clit. "'ve been so good for you. Please, please— I've been a good girl. Been good. I—"
She chokes off with a whine when Kara curls her fingers on a particularly heavy thrust, palm mashing against her clit.
"Yeah, you have," Kara agrees. "You're always so sweet."
A sympathetic shiver ripples through her when Lena recklessly jerks her hips up again, trying to get closer, to take her fingers deeper.
“Bet you'll sound extra sweet when you come for me."
Lena lets out a desperate, hiccuping moan. Then, with her tongue dragging against the thumb in her mouth, it only takes a few more deep strokes for her to fall apart on Kara's fingers, thighs clamping tight and cunt clenching rhythmically as her teeth dig into Kara's thumb.
"There you go, baby. You did so well," Kara murmurs, leaning in and pressing her smile to Lena's sweat-damp temple when she tightens around her fingers. "You're perfect."
She waits for Lena's breathing to even out and for the clenching of her body to slow to light flutters before she frees her thumb and eases her fingers out, prompting a quiet hitching breath. She wipes them on her underwear as best she can with the awkward angle then pulls her hand out of her shorts.
Lena's cheeks are flushed, her hair's all over the place, her nose and forehead are shiny with exertion, and she's beautiful.
"I love you," Kara says, kissing the tip of Lena's sweaty nose.
"Mm," Lena hums drowsily. "Love you, too."
"Gonna fall asleep on me?" Kara asks, nudging her smile against the apple of her cheek.
"Under you, yeah."
Kara laughs and snags a blanket off the arm of the couch behind Lena's head. She throws it over them, then carefully drapes herself over Lena, smiling when she snakes her arms up to wrap low around her waist.
"Who needs a weighted blankie when you've got Supergirl," Kara says.
Lena huffs out a quiet laugh and squeezes her tight.
---
Kara sort of forgets about how much she loves seeing Lena in thigh-high stockings.
Lena looks good in anything—and in absolutely nothing, of course—so after that first time, Kara doesn't think about the thigh-highs. It's always lingering there in the back of her mind, but it's just not something she actually, truly, really stops to think about.
It isn't, until it is.
She walks into her bedroom after work on an otherwise ordinary Thursday evening and finds Lena surrounded by lit candles, lying prone in the middle of her bed. Her legs are bent at the knee with her feet up in the air and she's completely naked except for the candy apple-red of her thigh-high stockings.
Kara almost walks right out again, half-convinced she's just walked into the wrong apartment, half-convinced she's fallen asleep at the office and is now having a sex dream.
"Uh, hello?" she says around a dry throat, as good a greeting as any.
Lena smirks at her and licks her lips.
"Hello," she returns. "I've been waiting for you to get back."
"Yeah?"
Lena rolls her eyes, propping her chin up on her palm.
"Yes, baby. I'm lying in bed naked for you. Are you gonna come do something about it?"
Kara stumbles a step further into the bedroom.
"What… what's the occasion?"
Lena pauses, pretending to consider, then drops her hand down on top of the other and presses her cheek to her flat arms.
"Nothing," she says simply, a girlish giggle hiding in her voice. "Just wanted to do something fun on a— What day is it?"
Kara swallows hard and lifts her wrist to look down at her very-analog watch.
"It's…"
Her watch face only tells her it's some time after six so she racks her brain and tries to remember which day the little green marker on her calendar had been under.
"Thursday?" she mostly-guesses.
"Just wanted to do something fun on a Thursday," Lena amends, eyes sparkling with laughter.
Kara drops her messenger bag on the ground and takes another couple of steps until she's standing right next to the bed. She reaches down to tug her button-up out of its tuck. "What did you have in mind?"
"Thought maybe you could put your cock on and I could ride you," Lena says.
Kara goes stock still, fingers going limp around the handful of cotton-blend fabric bunched in her hand, shirt still mostly tucked. The sound of Lena’s voice—lilting and lovely as she says something so filthy that the tips of her ears heat up—makes her shiver with preemptive excitement.
"Okay, yeah," she breathes, redirecting her attention towards undoing her belt.
"Great," Lena says, sitting up and revealing the harness lying next to her, already fitted with a sizable dick. Kara bites the inside of her cheek to hide her smile.
Her wonderful, gorgeous, brilliant, ever-prepared girlfriend.
"C'mere, baby," Lena murmurs, and Kara realizes that her fingers have stalled out again, the extra leather length of her belt looping goofily out of her pants where it's still tucked into her belt loops.
She lets her hands drop limply to her sides, then chews at her lower lip as she watches Lena slowly undo her belt, feeling each tug and yank as Lena nimbly loosens her belt like a teasing stroke against her clit. By the time Lena's fingering the button of her pants with one hand and sliding the zipper down with the other, Kara's already breathing hard, nostrils flaring as she tries to keep her hips from swaying forward into her hands.
Lena only smiles, red lips curling dangerously.
Kara shivers, suddenly noticing just how close her mouth is to her—
"What’re you thinking about, Kara?" Lena asks suddenly, and Kara snaps her eyes up to meet hers, blinking quickly.
"Nothing!"
Lena slides a warm palm up the inside of her thigh until her thumb is nudging lightly between Kara's legs.
"So, not thinking about fucking my mouth?" she asks, voice innocent. It's a direct contrast to the way she rubs her knuckle up against her and Kara almost doubles over.
"Jesus, Lena," she wheezes, and Lena laughs and pulls her hand away.
"I'll behave," Lena says, though they both know she won't. "Now hurry up and take your pants off so I can make you feel good."
Kara stops dallying. She undoes the button on her chinos, shoves them down, and steps out of them. She's about to push her underwear down too when Lena lets out an appreciative sound. She lifts Kara's button-up and has her hold it out of the way, hands finding their way back to her hips and smoothing over her dinosaur-print boxer briefs.
"These're cute," she murmurs. "Soft."
And then she leans forward and nuzzles indulgently at the front of them, hands squeezing at Kara's ass.
Kara's hips shudder reflexively and she bites back a groan, almost certain she can feel the way Lena's rubbing her smile against the front of her boxer briefs.
"H-hey," she doesn't stutter. "Baby…"
Lena simply hums, hands squeezing one last time before sliding up so her fingers can slip just below the band of her underwear. She moves dangerously from nuzzling to hot, open-mouthed kisses and Kara whines, hips pressing forward, blinking hard.
"Hhhey," she tries again, fist clenching around her shirt.
"Hi, hello, hey," Lena says sweetly, smiling up at her. And then she yanks her boxer briefs down and dips in to take her into her mouth, tongue hot and slick against Kara's twitching clit.
"Fuck," Kara gasps, free hand twisting into Lena's soft hair. "Oh fuck."
Lena slides her hands up to cup the back of Kara's thighs and keep her close.
"You’re so hard for me," she mumbles before she goes right back to sucking at her, and Kara feels her soul trying to escape.
She lets her indulge for as long as she can handle it, but the moment the ball of heat in her belly goes from gooey and pliable to a stiff, tensing thing, she has to pull away from Lena's mouth, hips shuddering.
"Sorry," she says, sifting her fingers through the hair at Lena's temple as she tries to ignore the throbbing between her legs. "Sorry, I'm sensitive. Close."
Lena looks up at her with eyes swallowed by pupil, lips and chin and cheeks smeared with wetness. She licks her lips with a pleased noise.
"You wanna come?" she asks, and the sound of her voice, scratchy with want, sends heat dancing up Kara's spine. She barely stifles a needy whine.
"Yeah," she manages. "Yeah, I really wanna. But not like this."
Lena's pretty gray-green eyes flick up to meet hers again and she nods, backing off. She reaches for the harness and passes it to her before leaning back on her hands to watch her step out of the boxers bunched at her ankles and into the harness, eyes flashing appreciatively as she tightens the straps.
The base nudges against her ever so slightly, but more than anything, the solid weight of her cock bobbing between her legs feeling comfortable and sexy and right has Kara swallowing hard.
"All good?" Lena asks, reaching out and gently running a finger along her length.
Kara bites her lip, not quite managing to muffle her moan when she feels that light touch, a shock of pleasure sparking through her. Her hips sway forward, instinctively chasing it, but it’s almost too good fucking into the air like that and she has to suck in a sharp breath and straighten up again.
After another deep bracing breath, Kara nods and crawls onto the bed. She immediately attempts to push Lena down and straddle her, but Lena gently stops her with a hand to her shoulder.
She smiles, red lips curving up.
"I'm on top," she says, voice low as she urges Kara down instead. "I'm riding, remember?"
Kara flops back against the pillows and remembers all right.
Lena straddles her easily, doesn't give her time to breathe, or think, just wraps her fingers around her cock and guides it until the tip of it is sliding between her legs to nudge at her clit.
"Fuck," Lena breathes, and Kara nods in agreement, trying not to buck.
And then Lena drags it back, fits the head to her entrance, and slowly drops onto her.
The first few inches sink in and Kara nearly breaks from the sound of Lena's breath catching high and fluttery in her throat. She forcibly tears her eyes away from the way Lena's thighs are trembling—the way her quads are subtly tensing and relaxing against red fabric as she works to take her—and stares instead at the way her lower lip glistens as she gasps, at the way her pretty eyes go glassy as she pants and slides her hands up under Kara's shirt to brace against her abs.
"Take your time, baby," Kara mumbles. "As slow as you n—"
Lena abruptly rolls her hips down, taking Kara’s entire cock and her breath away with it. She's hot, silken, wanting, and Kara doesn't know if she's ever been more in love.
Lena whimpers, fingers spasming against Kara's abs. She rolls her hips again, slow and shuddery, clit peeking out red and already swollen and begging to be touched.
Kara muffles a groan, ignoring the tension building in her stomach to settle her thumb over it and rub.
Lena jerks with a hitching gasp, pressing down harder into her lap, and Kara almost laughs at her eagerness. She slides her other hand up over the near-sheer fabric of Lena’s stockings, thumbing encouragingly at her inner thigh.
“Good?” she asks, knowing full well what the answer is and wanting to hear it anyway.
Lena whines, flushed all down her chest, which draws Kara’s attention to how adorably hard her nipples are. She lets her gaze linger, admiring the simple beauty of the silver ball bearings nestled to either side of stiff dusky nipples.
“It’s good,” Lena chokes out, thighs flexing as she lifts up and slides back down with a sound so wet it makes Kara’s ears hot. It’s all she can do to keep her thumb working over her clit. “You feel so fucking good like this.”
And then she starts to ride, thigh-highs red as sin and clinging to her soft thighs as she bounces on Kara’s lap, fingers splayed on her stomach for balance as she arches her back and drops her hips harder and harder with every stroke, breath escaping in tiny mewling gasps. She only sounds like that when she’s close, when she feels so good the noises slip right out of her.
Kara groans, the sound of Lena enjoying herself heightening the pleasure she feels.
“Oh god,” she grunts, eyelids fluttering shut when Lena drops and swivels her hips in a figure-eight that almost makes her lose control.
Blunt nails suddenly dig into the skin of her stomach and Lena lets out a disapproving noise, slowing down. “Open your eyes,” she says, voice low but demanding.
Kara forces her eyes open.
“Watch me,” Lena says. “Watch how I take you.”
"Fuck,” Kara whispers, goosebumps rushing to cover her arms.
Lena’s lips curl up dangerously and she picks up the pace again. She doesn’t give Kara a chance to rest, to pull herself together, to back up from the edge she’s so close to tumbling over. Just settles right back into a steady groove.
So Kara watches—dangerously close to coming—as Lena circles her hips in more figure-eights, as she pulls up and leaves a slick, wet trail on her cock before pushing down, cunt lewdly spreading to accommodate her girth.
It's dizzying, mind-melting, to hear and feel and watch Lena fucking herself.
"You're so— you're so pretty, baby," Kara says hoarsely.
Lena drops into her lap with a whine and this time it's too much and too good. The pressure between her legs finally tips over the edge of manageable.
"Fuck," Kara grits out behind clenched teeth, vision blurring, hot pleasure beginning to spill from the full reservoir in her belly. "Gonna come."
Lena moans, clit twitching against Kara's thumb, which has somehow, magically, more-or-less stayed put this whole time.
"Want you to come," she gasps, rocking in Kara's lap now, keeping her fully inside as she eagerly presses her clit to Kara's thumb. "Feels so good, want you to come."
She's so sweet, so perfect as she grinds down. Kara barely manages to nod before she spasms, body shuddering, back arching so hard she lifts Lena up a few inches as she bucks.
The way she drives her hips up to chase that blissful pressure seems to be enough for Lena, too. She lets out a breathy whimper and comes shortly after Kara does, clenching so tight around her cock that she doesn't budge from her lap even as Kara's hips jerk up.
It's euphoric—addicting—and it takes several shaky moments for Kara to regain all her senses, though she keeps slowly and mindlessly fucking into her just to prolong their pleasure.
Lena's arms give out and she collapses onto Kara with a small moan, languidly rolling her hips down as the change in angle shifts the way Kara rests inside her.
"God," Lena rasps where she's tucking her sweaty face to Kara's neck. "Oh my god."
Kara manages to let out a concurring sound, stroking her fingers up and down Lena's sides and enjoying the feeling of her soft warmth permeating her shirt. Her button-up and bra will have to come off eventually, but for now she just wants to lie here, floppy and weak post-orgasm, with her beautiful girlfriend breathing hard on top of her.
"You really like me in these, huh?" Lena pants.
"Sure do. Happy fucking Thursday to me," Kara mumbles, sliding one hand down to squeeze at Lena's ass.
"Mm, god, yeah," Lena says, bringing her own hand up to scratch gently at Kara's scalp.
They lay in contented silence for several minutes, long enough for Kara to start fading into a sated half-doze even with underwire digging into her skin, before she shakes off the sleepy and kisses Lena's head.
"I should shower," she says when Lena lets out a disgruntled noise to tell her she's moving too much.
Lena huffs a sigh but pushes herself upright as Kara sits up with her, causing her dick to shift inside of her again. Lena's breath catches and she bites at her lower lip.
Suddenly, separating for a shower sounds like a very not-good idea to Kara. In a maneuver that she's proud of herself for pulling off, Kara scoots towards the end of the bed with Lena on her lap and stands up. Lena squeaks, wrapping her legs around her waist as Kara smiles gleefully.
"What are you doing?" Lena asks breathlessly, eyes glittering.
"Like I said, need to shower," Kara says, heading off to the bathroom with her cock still buried inside Lena, already thinking about how nicely her moans will echo.
"Wanna see how good these thigh-highs will look on you when they’re wet, pretty baby."
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Turns out the thigh-highs, like Lena, look absolutely delectable when wet.
—
It doesn't come as a surprise when Lena finally, officially moves into Kara's apartment with a whole drawer full of thigh-high socks.
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the audacity of this shapewear commercial to put a thin woman in it to get rid of the tummy paunch
#thinking specifically about lena’s bachelorette dress and how kara absolutely wanted to nuzzle her tummy a la littlemousejelly’s fic for the#turtleneck dress
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oop I forgot to put the valentine's day art on tumblr
thank you @littlemousejelly for the commission!
#apex legends#apex bangalore#apex loba#lobalore#I say this as if anyone on here follows me for apex lmao#would you believe me if I said these are the only drawings of mine that ever get any attention on twitter
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Would you ever write Kara/Lena/Sam? I LOVED your Kara/Lena/Andrea fic start to finish and have re-read it, but Andrea as a character has just never really quite clicked for me, in the show or any fics. Would you be interested in that other three-way pairing?
Funny story, You, Me, Her was VERY close to being Kara/Lena/Sam.
The fic was initially inspired by an advice column write-in about a guy moving in with his girlfriend and her other boyfriend just before NYC went into lockdown during the pandemic, and asking the column writer's advice on how best to navigate that dynamic (and the other guy was less than friendly prior to the inquiring gent moving in) and I thought to myself 'Well this writer's advice would be to bone'
And then I was like 'LOL actually, wait, that'd be so funny'
And so I actually needed one of them to be slightly less than friendly at first to match The Vision, y'know?
And thus, You, Me, Her was born!
All that is to say, yeah, absolutely I would, and maybe I will! But if you're wanting a great read with that grouping that won't take 99 business years for me to finish, @littlemousejelly wrote an excellent fic which you can find here!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25462303
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i wanna feel you all over me (before i wake up)
by littlemousejelly
Lena sways back on weak knees, a soft whimper caught in her throat. Her sleepshirt slips up and pools around her waist, the cool morning breeze wafting in from the open window a soothing balm to the heated skin of her lower back.
An unexpected pause the span of several heartbeats.
"Are you… are you aware you have back dimples?" Kara finally asks, voice strained.
OR
Lena loves slow mornings with Kara.
Words: 2623, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F
Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor
Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor
Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, cock mention if that dry rubs your roast
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"Two girls yelling surrounded by dragon ball z auras as they work up the courage to kiss each other" - Not pictured: their wingwoman crushing her phone and yelling, "The tension! It's over 9000!"
@littlemousejelly my anon has an addition for you
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Last line tag game
Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote and try to tag as many people as there are words.
Thank you @rustingcat for the tag. I actually have something recent to share!! So without further ado
It scares her to see Lena in the hospital bed looking so small and fragile that Kara almost thinks twice about brushing her thumb across Lena's cheek while she sleeps, afraid she might hurt her.
I don't think I can tag as many people as there are words buuuut here it goes
@deadbiwrites @ekingston @hrwinter @oreoambitions @littlemousejelly @stennnn06 @proudlyunicorn
#this is not from the one with all the doctors#i may or may not have started yet another au in hopes of trying to get the writer juices flowing#and so far its a little angsty#nemo writes
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Kara eating lucky charms in bed, just happily munch munching. Lena trying to work, typing and doing her thing but very distracted by how loud the crunching is.
All the credit to @littlemousejelly for the very last (and very best) line.
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It’s not that it’s late or anything, it’s just that sometimes Lena gets her best work done when she’s laying in bed. Especially if it’s after dark and she’s had a glass of wine. It’s calming, and it’s cozy, and this particular bed smells like Kara’s laundry detergent, so what’s the harm of indulging herself and relaxing a little while she finishes up for the evening. It is called a laptop, after all. This is what laptops are for.
The bed jolts under Lena as Kara jerks her head backwards and comes within millimeters of splitting the headboard in two with the top of her head. Kara giggles then, rolling her head to the side to grin sheepishly at Lena, and Lena’s heart squeezes in her chest as Kara turns her head back to look at the ceiling again.
Alright, so sue her if the real reason she’s working in bed is to spend a little more time with the girl laying next to her.
Kara raises her elbow and flicks her wrist, and something shoots out of her hand toward the ceiling. Lena tracks it, eyebrows pinching together in confusion as it falls back down. Kara lunges again, the bed shaking as the little projectile bounces off Kara’s forehead and onto the floor.
“Aw, shoot,” Kara whispers quietly. She’s already tipping her elbow up toward the ceiling again when Lena interjects.
“Kara, what are you doing? You’re shaking the whole bed.”
Kara flushes pink and her eyes stray south of Lena’s, and Lena bites down on her own tongue when she feels her ears heat up in response.
“Nothing,” Kara mumbles, but she gives in when Lena raises an eyebrow. “I’m trying to catch Lucky Charms in my mouth.”
“You’re what—” Lena cuts herself off with an amused sigh when Kara slowly unfurls her fist to reveal a handful of cereal. “Okay. Can you do that without breaking the bed?”
Kara goes even pinker than before but continues her game more gently for a little while. Lena’s just gotten back into her work when Kara’s hand shoots out over Lena’s trackpad just in time for a little rainbow marshmallow to fall neatly into her palm.
“Hah! Got one.”
Lena turns her head to the side again to see Kara popping the piece of cereal into her mouth, crunching happily on it, and Lena thinks that maybe she’s done with work for the evening.
“No you didn’t. You have to catch it in your mouth or it doesn’t count, darling.”
Kara huffs, face scrunching up in mock offense, and Lena can’t hold back a smile as Kara wiggles back into position and blows out a slow breath, eyes locked on the ceiling. She flicks her wrist again and a little green clover shoots into the air. Kara opens her mouth as it starts to fall back down, but it hits the side of her nose instead and ricochets against Lena’s neck.
Kara rolls her head toward again Lena and smiles cheekily, her eyes dipping toward the little marshmallow resting an inch above Lena’s collarbone.
“You missed. Catch it with your mouth, not your nose,” Lena drawls, triumphant as she’s ever been until Kara raises up onto her elbow, her head dipping in close, close, close, and suddenly Kara’s forearm weighs gentle across Lena’s stomach and a hand braces against the mattress near her hip. There’s a puff of warm air against Lena’s neck and her abdomen clenches and never in her life has she lost her cool this quickly. “Kara—”
“Hm?” Kara hums, her breath warm against Lena’s neck. Lena feels something warm and wet flick over her skin, and her eyes roll back as Kara’s tongue catches on the marshmallow resting in the dip of her collarbone.
“What was that?” Lena hears herself say, cursing herself as Kara picks her head up to gaze down at her. Kara’s eyes are lidded, focused somewhere below Lena’s chin, and her stomach twitches under Kara’s arm again.
Lena watches Kara watch her, blue eyes blinking slowly when Lena wraps her fingers around Kara’s forearm. And then Kara’s dipping down again, lips ghosting over Lena’s neck as she murmurs, “Five second rule.”
#hey anon#now that i'm done with this and i'm reading your prompt again#seems like i absolutely stopped listening after reading 'lucky charms in bed'#i'm not responsible for anything i write after enough glasses of wine#SPECIAL MVP THANKS to#littlemousejelly#for the last line#you're a hero#anonymous#ask box#fic tag
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reply roundup!
highlights:
patreon drawings are up for [fleurdelis] and [lukeperiodsun]! just gotta draw my wife’s lol
the sticker club stickers are [posted] and [printed]!
new [header] image!
new [icon]!
I also had someone ask if they could use a specific drawing as a discord image, and as long as you give me credit somewhere visible it is okay to use my drawings for personal stuff (eg user icons)! as long as you don’t use the same drawings I’m using for Official Blog Theming, so that nobody gets confused! I will add this to the pinned post.
on [scarf]:
@fluffy-undertale said: I'm not going to lie, for a moment I thought that scarf was made of ramen noodles
that’s valid. kirby would probably appreciate a scarf made of ramen noodles, although I don’t think it would be that warm (or long-lived lol)
on [sleeb]:
@littlemousejelly said: Oh!?!??!?! SNEEPY!!!!! god i hate when i accidentally drool in my sleep fhskgjks it's so unpleasant waking up and having to wipe my face cuz apparently i didn't close my mouth properly. but sneepy drooly kirby is PRECIOUS! oh sorry for shouting shhh he'm sleepin'
bluh yeah that’s the worst and it’s so slippery for some reason! but at least it’s cute when kirby does it!
@bugsinspace said: baby seal kirb...
just a fat little harp seal blob. incredible vision.
on [eyes]:
@jeaniechibi said: Not long before he is a chicken or rabbit. He will still be cute as long as we look at him from the side only
ha, you’re right! he will look very strange from the front but even cuter from the side XD
@hypertomboi said: perfection. no thoughts head empty here
just the emptiest head. wind tunnel noises.
on [fall]:
@littlemousejelly said: OH!!! LEAF ON HEAD!!!! that's so cute i'm CRY ;A; today was a hot chocolate day but i didn't have any so i'm glad kirby's having some
seasonally appropriate headwear! hot chocolate is so good, maybe I should make some after I finish this post...
@bubblesthesanddragon said: i want to hold all of them
gently cradle the babies. (they’re re-releasing the kirby plush that has a heating element inside him, which is just a fantastic concept. even more huggable than kirby already is.)
on [window]:
@dragonatioor said: I did a giggle!!! Him to short for he gotdang window…. hehehe… kirbo…
lol thank you, it is nice to know it made someone other than me laugh.
@hascaple said: |◕. ◕) peeking
┻┳|・ω・)
@bubblesthesanddragon said: he's standing on the biggest chair he could find
on his very tippy toes, for sure.
on [demands]:
@shyyren said: me me me me memememememmeme i was craving gummies earlier.... either fruit snacks or jelly beans or gummy bears. i crave the fruit flavors. i want fuit gumie.
my wife bought a biiiig bag of jelly beans to sort together because we are Very Neurodivergent, I really want to eat them but we have to sort them first TnT
@bubblesthesanddragon said: if i had fruit gummies i would give the cherry and orange ones to kirby cause i dont like them but i think he would
I think kirby would be a great friend for that purpose, where you get like a mixed flavors thing but don’t like all the flavors. because he will eat all of them.
also everyone else rushing to give him fruit snacks was very cute, the notes on that post are honestly so delightful :’)
on [gratitude]:
@officialfist said: Me when I come home from a hard day at work.
fruit snacks to reward your efforts!
@sqveemo said: i love fruit snacks. they're really good
they are good! there are many different kinds.
on [lines]:
@hermitfox said: simple shapes like this bring so much joy
gotta love shapes. I really love the way I normally draw but it’s nice to do lines every once in a while too :>
on [icon]:
@vall007 said: The face you make when you find no snacks left in the fridge
:0 no way, by talos etc etc
on [hormf]: (re secret project)
@jackolance said: also THAT'S SO SWEET I HOPE YOU HAVE FUN I BET SHE'LL LOVE IT
hehehe :3c she’s actually a very sentimental person even though she doesn’t own a lot of sentimental objects yet, I’m sure she’ll pick somewhere nice to hang it.
on [smol]:
@hermitfox said: how it feels to just vibe
really just . _ . out here. laying on the floor. ideal.
@littlemousejelly said: BABY!!!!! just a tiny littol dood holding their bean feet rockin' back n forth in a self-soothing manner. you know how it is
rocking is so good honestly. bean feet.
on [carving]:
@poetic-banality said: Aaawwwooohhh! I'm playing Kirby's Epic Yarn for the Wii. It is kind of a game for babies but it has one of the most zen and serene art styles, music and gameplay I've ever done.
you’re right that it’s not a very challenging game, but I think there can be a lot of value in a game that’s just there to be fun and nice! and I agree that epic yarn is extremely fun and nice. I’m glad you’re enjoying it :>
from the ask box:
@unzip-your-guts said: I have been on this blog for all of 10 seconds and it's already made my day, this is the kind of quality content I go online for
aww, thank you so much! I’m glad it brought you some joy :>
@pourpresky said: hello! it’s me again with my daily “i love ur blog” and i also wish you a very good day
hello again, thank you! I received this ask yesterday, and yesterday I got a lot of chores done and then I got to carve pumpkins and eat tasty popcorn with my wife. it was a nice day.
#text#reply roundup#asks answered#fluffy-undertale#littlemousejelly#bugsinspace#jeaniechibi#hypertomboi#bubblesthesanddragon#dragonatioor#hascaple#shyyren#officialfist#sqveemo#hermitfox#vall007#jackolance#poetic-banality#unzip-your-guts#pourpresky
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I've more recently gotten into supercorp beyond a passing "yeah I like them". I was wondering what, in your opinion are THE iconic fics on ao3 for them that you see get mentioned a lot or you think should be
OKAY SO I’ve been thinking about what I would put in here for far too long so this list is longer than I planned but here are the fics I think about/reread the most (note: I spend most of my time in the au tags so that’s the majority of this list):
Cadentibus Astris and The Once and Future Alien by @bibliophile-rhino-nerd
In Every Life, In Every Other World by Khart9
Supercorp Marvel AU by @bandwidthlimit and @happypugstuff
the robie cinematic universe by @i-am-robie
The Fifth Wall by @blackteaandbones
You & Me & Holiday Wine by @ekingston
she’s cursed by @fixyfics
The Arctic Station by Forage
Accidentally Until It’s Not by @indathreneblue
you’re gonna carry that weight by @mooosicaldreamz
pour me a drink by lunchables
i’m almost me again (she’s almost you) by @lostariels
love like on a silver screen by powergrapes
Lena Luthor: hot girl bummer by Rouser
Oath of Office by @uninspired--poet
At the Catch by @filament-max
I’ll be looking at the moon but I’ll be seeing you by @ayeti
in too deep by @contagiousiridescence
the future starts slow by @inanotheruniversemusings
Tasting the Talent by @legalizesupercorp
if music be the food of love, play on by @lovepotionnumber5
This Time by NeedyLoneWolf
All will be well, as long as you stay by my side by @thornedrose44
plus anything else by all of the above writers and also anything and everything by @coffeeshib @jazzfordshire @littlemousejelly @seabiscuits-us @searidings @mycatismyeditor @c--and--b @hrwinter
#and many others that escape me currently#authors if your wip is on here just know i’m looking forward to whatever comes next if/when you update & am in not trying to rush anything#sc fic rec#anon#appropriatelyasked#stupidlyanswered
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kiss me beneath the mistletoe
Based on the prompt: "unexpected mistletoe."
Or Kara keeps hanging mistletoe in unexpected locations just as an excuse to kiss Lena.
Excerpt:
“You know, I’m a little disappointed we didn’t get to kiss under it to be honest.” It had been Lena’s first thought when she saw the mistletoe, wondering if she���d get the chance to kiss her girlfriend under it. “I’ve never had a mistletoe kiss before.”
“Oh really?”
“Really. I was very good at avoiding it, there was never anyone I wanted to kiss under it before.”
“Well,” Kara grins. She holds the mistletoe above their heads. “Is there someone you want to kiss now?” Lena watches as Kara’s eyes flash down to her lips.
Lena is never going to get tired of that look.
“Maybe,” Lena replies, her own eyes falling to Kara’s lips.
And she’s never going to get tired of kissing Kara either, anticipation thrumming through her as Kara tilts forward.
She meets Kara halfway, sighs into the familiar feeling of soft lips on hers, into the taste of Kara’s mouth against her own.
Lena tangles her hands in the scarf Kara’s still wearing, she doesn’t want to let her go.
“How was that for your first mistletoe kiss?” Kara asks pulling away, using the hand that’s not still holding the mistletoe to brush Lena’s hair behind her ear. Lena leans into the touch.
Lena shrugs, but her smile gives her away. “It was okay I guess.”
“Just okay?” Kara’s smiling too. “That’s not good enough, we’ll just have to try again.”
Lena’s laugh is cut off by Kara’s lips, not that she’s going to complain about that.
Read the full fic in ao3
(This was written for the wonderful @littlemousejelly, happy holidays!!)
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EXCUSE ME PLEASE EXPLAIN HOW YOUR PARENTS MET
Boi, my parents literally had a fanfic rivals to lovers love story.
Both of my parents are over achievers in the best way possible. So mum, since grade one, had been getting full marks in every subject. She would collect all the book prizes and awards and did public speaking for fun.
Enter my dad in grade 8. He was new to the school and was running errands for the principal. He rocks up to mum's class to collect the roll call and mum doesn't think anything of him. Mum's friend takes a fancy, however.
Grade 10, dad has been taking top prize for maths and sciences since grade 8 and my mum is furious. Those are *her* prizes. She's taking top in every other subject, especially languages. Her friend, who still likes my dad, asks my mum to write love poems for her to give to him (because she's so good at english and mum's friend is a little tragic at it). Mum doesn't know the poems are for him, so she waxes lyrical and her friend gives them to my dad. My dad doesn't like mum's friend, but he *does* like my mum. He knows the poems are from her, he recognizes mum's calligraphy.
Grade 12, they're both head boy and head girl and friends now. Dad is a star at long jump and field sports and mum was a netball player and a cheerleader. They're still the top of their grade, you can't let your grades slip- especially in apartheid south africa where the only way out is education.
Grade 12 exams happen, mum and dad kill it- both gunning for Dux. At this point mum has realised she likes my dad. It gets to the awards ceremony, they don't know their results yet and tensions are high. The Dux award is between the both of them and mum *really* wants it. Dad doesn't really care too much, he just likes egging my mother on so he always tries to beat her academically.
They get called up on stage, the principal gives his speech and pulls out the award.
My dad gets Dux
Mum gets proxime accessit.
Mum faints on stage.
Apparently dad beat her by half a mark in the biology paper because he remembered the collective noun for the bones in the ear- the ossicles.
To this day it still gets brought up at the dinner table. And that's how my parents met.
#they got married in the last year of med school right for their finals results came out.#their honeymoon was dependent on whether they passed or not#safe to say they passed#also they both got the top scores in sputh africa at the time. all results are posted in thw newspaper and i find that idea terrifying#they still do that today#littlemousejelly#glassy asks
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keep bleeding (keep, keep bleeding love)
by littlemousejelly
She waits for Kara to swallow her mouthful of food before saying, "I poisoned your food, by the way."
Kara pauses.
"What?" she asks after a moment, glancing down at her food. "No, you didn't."
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stabby fic
Words: 5309, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F
Characters: Kara Danvers, Kara Zor-El, Lena Luthor
Relationships: Lena Luthor/Kara Zor-El, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor
Additional Tags: post-reveal, Blood and Violence, But Probably Not the Way You're Thinking, there's no sex but that doesn't mean they're not incredibly horny for each other
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TALLER THAN 97?? EXCUSE ME WHAT THE FUCK
actual footage of me walking anywhere
#5ft 9 babey#which i didn't think was that tall??? like it's tall but it's not#Tall#but judging by the energy of the multiple asks i just received it is in fact Tall#ALL THE BETTER TO HUG U WITH#asks#littlemousejelly
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11 and 13, supercorp? :D
11. If they aren’t a canon pairing, how would you get them together?
okay this is going to be excessive and long, but;
the overarching and main theme among all the ways i’d love them to get together is one that they’ve given us on the show, which is just that these women quite literally function better as people, infinitely better, when they’re together.
kara-- with lena-- is herself. is the journalist and the woman and the friend and the comfort, she’s humanized for a moment and she’s one half of an incredibly intimate and important relationship. and then supergirl-- with lena-- is more supergirl. she’s noble and she’s bold and she’s protective and she’s better for having lena at her side, she gets anti-kryptonite suits and life-saving tech and she’s at her absolute best with her ~best friend~ next to her.
and then lena; lena is something tender and vulnerable and open; kara brings her peace for the pain of her tenuous family legacy; supergirl brings her strength and inspiration and when she launches this brutal rebellion against lex and, kind of, against herself: you can’t tell me that “i’m trying to be a bit more like supergirl, in my own way” is not at the back of this woman’s mind.
so now that kara and supergirl are one, lena has this incredible strength she can draw on from both parts of the girl who means so many important things to her in so many different capacities. and it’s messy and ugly at first, because of course it is, but now??? now that she knows kara, now that she has this entirety of kara? kara, who threw herself into alternate timelines, who risked who knows how many butterfly effects and who knows how many realities just to find her way back to lena???
like i’m sorry but this whole “Stronger Together” thing combined with the extremely massive and epic story of soulmates that this show has inadvertently built?? that’s already exactly what i want. the last last step is for them to realize this about themselves, and oh my god, if i could just get that to click for them both,,, if we could just get them to look at each other, they would kiss and then they would be fucking unstoppable
13. How hard is it write/draw your pairing? Scale of 1-10.
maybe like? 4? cwsg’s writers room may be horrendous story-wise, but one thing they did do is hand us two achingly gay characters who are canonically really really into each other and boy lemme tell you that that is a hell of a base to play with as a writer
#this is winding and a meandering kind of drunk i'm sorry for the complete lack of actual points being made#but also no i'm not#luv u#supercorp#littlemousejelly#answered#ask game
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