#supergirl abo

[aspidities]

It’s Friday, Friday, and there’s no more historic power outages so guess that means it’s Fic Day!

This week I’m updating Just Curious (Is It Serious?) where you can read some healthy growth and conversations with an ex in Chapter 14 on AO3 or skip right ahead to Patreon and Chapter 15 where Kara is currently getting ready to Meet The Luthors:

Pray for Kara. Pray for her now and in her hour of need, which is….always.

[super-sextual-stories]

I am thoroughly in love with Love Language. The tension between Lena and Kara, the almost instinctual jelling and melding of their lives, even as early as chapter two, is just...glorious.

No actual question, just wanted to say how much I love your work.

This message was the nicest surprise to find in my inbox! At the start of writing Love Language, I wasn’t sure how it would go or how the characters would relate to each other. It might seem weird since I’m over here steering the ship, but this was a case where the characters kind of surprised me in announcing themselves and I’ve just enjoyed writing it because of how they’ve unapologetically entangled themselves. I’m delighted you’re enjoying the story and your note has given me inspiration since I’m currently working on more. 

[onceiblinked]

If y'all are reading my fic that I don't remember the fucken name of/am too lazy to write, prepare yourself for an update with slightly better writing.

No, I don't know exactly when but maybe tonight

[owl127]

Supercorp idea - Let Us Have This

(abo, alpha!kara, omega!lena- Rated M)

I have 3ish chapter for this idea, and I wanted to see if there is any hope for it. Posting chapter one here (unbeta´d):

Kara bit her lip, puffing her cheeks in a long exhale. “Kara Danvers didn’t sleep with Lena.” She met Alex’s confused expression. “Supergirl did.” (...) Feeling her ears burn, Kara nodded. “It has a zipper.” “Oh my God, why did I ask,” Alex groaned and threw her half-eaten pizza slice back into the box. 

For a moment, Lena was sure she was going to die. 

Part of her knew the attack was coming. She knew something big and nefarious was sent her way the moment she ignored her mother’s single message requesting L-Corp’s archives on synthetic kryptonite. 

So for that brief, frightening moment when the warmth of the explosion kissed the back of her dress and the pressure sent her forward, Lena was absolutely sure that was her end. Eyes closed, she leaned forward and surrendered with surprising peace while wishing for it to be quick. 

And then she was up, up and away, cold wind biting her face as dizziness took over her mind at the sudden acceleration. She could smell the telltale of scorched fabric and a touch of musk. Weightless, her arms crushing a strong neck she knew so well, Lena winced as the white noise from the explosion below flooded her hearing. 

When her heart caught up with her mind to understand what had happened, Lena shuddered and autumn's chilly air filled her lungs with a tinge of strength and alpha that sent her mind reeling again. 

“Supergirl,” she breathed, tightening her grip around her superhero. She couldn’t see well with the deafening wind speed, but she could swear the Girl of Steel smirked. 

“You seem very intent on getting yourself killed, Miss Luthor,” Supergirl said as they stopped many feet above the city.

“I don’t know. Seemed like a typical Wednesday for me.”

Supergirl laughed, clear and low, adjusting her grasp on Lena’s body. 

“Let’s try and tone it down to once a month, shall we?” 

Lena smiled, her body pumping adrenaline and her lungs fighting for air, because with the same conviction she had known it to be her end, she also knew to trust the Super. She opened her mouth to reply, but the hero frowned suddenly, looking behind Lena. Iron-grip fingers dug firmly into her back and legs, and Supergirl’s voice was calm but stern as she spoke, “Miss Luthor, try to get yourself very small and hold tight.”

“What—”

But Lena’s answer came in the form of an armored suit busting into their solitary air space, and she was off in mind-blowing speed, head cradled against Supergirl’s collarbone. Her scent was stronger there, and Lena was getting lost in it until her entire cocoon of protection shook with an impact, and Supergirl groaned.

As another shot flew past them, Lena realized that Supergirl would be fighting off whatever was targeting them if it wasn’t for Lena’s human, frail body that needed protection. However, as the city’s skyscrapers flashed below them, letting go did not seem like an option. So she did what she could: she held tight as Supergirl shielded her from blast after blast. The alpha swallowed groans that Lena could imagine were of pain, her own body shaking violently at each impact. But Supergirl held tight, hands firm and steady as she guided them away from the city.

“Take a deep breath.” 

Lena heard it almost too late, inhaling Supergirl’s essence from her neck and hiding against the fluttering cape as they surged upwards. When Lena realized clouds were getting closer, she closed her eyes and wished to not open them again.

But they turned, completing a loop, and a sudden increase in heat made Lena open her eyes in shock to see the powerful beams leave the hero’s eyes. An explosion ahead of them, and the fingers that surely bruised Lena’s hips relaxed, if only a bit.

She could hear Supergirl’s heartbeat, fast but steady, and the radiator that was the woman’s body was the only reason Lena wasn’t a shivering mess.

Or maybe she was.

She couldn’t speak as they flew back to the city grounds, and she didn’t question why Supergirl knew which building and balcony to land outside her apartment. When her legs hit the polished balcony floor, her knees gave away instantly and Supergirl, also in shaking hands, swooped her back up in bridal carry. 

Lena didn’t protest and let herself be carried into her dark living room. Supergirl guided them to the couch, sitting down slowly but not letting go of Lena. A brief thought that Supergirl was hyperventilating crossed her mind, but then she noticed she was the one having a hard time breathing. 

“You’re safe,” Supergirl said, not complaining about the fact she had been holding Lena for what must have been a good part of an hour. “You’re safe,” she repeated, one large, warm palm resting over Lena’s on the superhero’s chest.

Lena’s fingers grip the crest over the suit. She tried to and matched Supergirl’s breathing, slowing down until her desperate pants didn’t fill the room, only the sirens far down echoing in the background. She breathed more of the alpha’s scent, earthly and fresh, and it was all new and at the same time familiar.

The moment shifted, fast like a winter sunset. Lena’s hand continued to rest under Supergirl’s, hot and clammy, and Lena took a deep, deep breath in the soft spot where the suit revealed skin. Supergirl’s breath caught at the back of her throat, and Lena was suddenly aware of how they were pressed together on her couch. 

Lena almost died today.

But as she rested her lips on Supergirl’s neck, the remnant adrenaline in her body made her feel most alive. She felt the pulse against her lips quicken. She was not sure what she was looking for, but as the grip on her body became a shy touch away from hurting and Supergirl moaned low at a second kiss on available skin, Lena knew she had found it.

“Miss Luthor,” Supergirl asked—or pleaded—and when Lena gathered the courage to look up under the low light, she saw bright blue eyes shut close. 

“Supergirl.” Lena’s voice was unsteady, breathy, rough. If anyone was pleading that night, it would be her. She watched as Supergirl blinked her eyes open, a whimper escaping her mouth under Lena’s touch on her neck. Blue eyes seemed dark in her living room, consumed by what Lena hoped was arousal but also a tinge of doubt. She had never seen the hero so close.

Trembling legs straddled the superhero’s waist, trapping the most powerful alpha on the planet under the weight of an omega. 

Supergirl gulped. 

Not thinking twice, or not thinking at all, Lena reached down for a proper kiss. Her chapped lips touched soft ones, once, twice. Supergirl didn’t respond but for the hands on Lena’s back warming up. Now that she could feel it, Lena wondered, perplexed, how something so powerful could be that soft.

When she pulled away to apologize, to take a breath, or anything else, Supergirl met her halfway and finally responded to the kiss. Slow, moderate—until it wasn’t, and Lena opened her mouth to deepen the kiss and her need. 

“Miss Luthor—”

“Don’t,” Lena found her voice, hands diving into messy blonde curls. “Let us have this.”

“We don’t—”

“We can have this,” she insisted, and the storm of emotions shining in blue eyes was too much. Not letting her hero rethink anything, Lena leaned for another kiss. 

Arms maintaining their death grip on Supergirl’s neck, Lena grinded herself down on the suit, smiling at the resulting bulge.

They established a rhythm in their kissing and grinding. Lena attacked every available skin on Supergirl’s neck, face, and strong hands fumbled with Lena’s dress zipper just for them to hear the fabric tearing. 

Wide blue eyes met Lena as they stopped at the sound. “I’m sorry!”

Smiling, Lena shrugged off the scorched, destroyed garment with minimal effort. She was left in her underwear; she wondered if she should have picked something else than a comfortable bra and panties, but as wide blue eyes zeroed on her chest, she thought that it might be okay.

She met Supergirl’s lips again, hard, and moaned into the responding thrust between her legs. Lena looked between them, and then back at the gaping hero. 

“Oh, Rao,” Supergirl said, her cheeks darkening in the dim room.

A pale hand rested between Supergirl’s legs, and she hissed on Lena’s neck, tongue licking her way back to the omega’s mouth. 

They were impossibly close, moving together, finding secret spots and whimpers to pull out of each other. Noses bumping, they shared the same air, a sudden need for touch consuming Lena and prickling at her skin. 

As much as Lena enjoyed the suit, she wanted it gone. But she had no idea how to get the alpha out of it. Was there a secret zipper somewhere? 

Her frantic search around Supergirl’s crotch went to a sudden stop as the same warm hand that was on her hip rested on top of Lena’s. She thought Supergirl was going to put a stop to it, stand up and leave her wet and bothered on her couch. A protest formed in her throat, but the strong hand simply reached between them, and a satisfying zipper sound echoed in the living room filled with labored breaths. 

“Yes,” Lena whispered and captured the softest lips she had ever kissed once more, swatting Supergirl’s hand away so she would have the satisfaction of freeing the hero from her confines.

Suit on, then.

It was dark, messy, and Lena was partially in shock. But none of that broke through the calming certainty that took over Lena, and she pushed her own panties aside, dripping, and watched the Girl of Steel zero her attention between their bodies as she sank down in one swift motion.

God, she should have taken her time.

Hissing, she swallowed Supergirl’s moan when their lips reunited as they began to move, the discomfort ebbing away at each new thrust.

One hand on her hip and the other pushing her down by her shoulders, Lena let herself be guided by the hero, accepting the rhythm she imposed with strong pushes of her thighs. 

Lena did not expect it to be sweet or kind. She did not expect this at all, only following what her body and the moment guided her to do. But there she was, with Supergirl under her, inside her, soiling her couch in the best possible way. And still, not expecting anything, Supergirl found home in the warm spot on her neck, leaving a new collection of marks that Lena was sure to cherish. She spoke something in a foreign tongue, clipped and slow, words that broke every time their bodies met. 

Lena gasped and pulled her closer, nails digging into a covered shoulder, knees spreading wide over her white leather couch. 

A hand traveled to between their bodies, clumsily slipping between them to find Lena’s point of pleasure. She spread her legs wider, trembling knees digging into the couch, muscles flexing, and she moaned out loud when the soft pad of a thumb found her.

Was that talent or superspeed? 

Whatever it was, when coupled with the deep thrusting reaching the right places inside, it led Lena to a shuddering, breathtaking orgasm. Her mind went blank for a sweet second, and she sucked firmly on Supergirl’s neck. 

“Lena,” the hero breathed wetly on her cheek, hands finally undoing the mess that was once her bun, and hips picked up speed as Lena bounced freely. 

Supergirl was going to come inside her, and Lena never felt so complete. 

It was quiet; the long moan that left the alpha’s mouth was close to a whimper, stretched thin and fading to a gasp as she lost her imposing rhythm and shuddered. She trembled and grunted, pushing one, two, three final times before allowing their heated bodies to cool down with elaborated breaths.

Lena did not know Supergirl could pant like that.

The weight of the day hit her hard, and she slumped over the alpha’s chest, spent, tired, ultimately satisfied. 

“I’ve got you.”

It was the last thing she heard before closing her eyes to the sight of cornflower blue.

Lena woke up in her bed, blinking against the early morning light. Her body felt tired, bruised, aching in all the right places. 

Was it a dream?

She touched between her legs, finding dampness and a delicious soreness. She touched her neck, the skin prickling under her fingers, sensitive. She bit her lips at the memory of warm skin and soft, soft lips. There was a single flower on her nightstand, fresh and red.

Not a dream.

0000

Kara would not know what they were watching for the life of her. Throughout the evening of the typical sisters’ night, she tried to find a way to talk to Alex as they lounged on her couch. More like to confess to Alex.

“I can hear you thinking,” Alex probed, reaching for another slice of pizza. 

“I need to tell you something.” 

Kara took a deep breath and faced her sister. Unimpressed, Alex took another bite from the meat lovers pizza. “Kara, whatever it is, I am sure we can—”

“I slept with Lena.” 

Alex stopped mid-bite, swallowing dryly. “When you say sleep, do you mean sleep or sleep sleep?”

Kara fidgeted with her glasses, blue eyes scanning her loft before tentatively finding Alex’s again. “Sleep sleep.” Her hands moved in front of her under the blanket, but the movement was not lost on Alex.

“Oh, Kara.” The older alpha perked up. “I’m happy for you?” It sounded like a question since whatever was warming up Kara’s face was not joy. She took her glasses off, put them on again. “I thought you liked her?” Alex tried.

“No, that’s not—I mean, I do, I do like her but…” Kara bit her lip, puffing her cheeks in a long exhale. “Kara Danvers didn’t sleep with Lena.” She met Alex’s confused expression. “Supergirl did.”

It took a second or two, but Alex widened her eyes. Her pizza slice sat between them, forgotten in her hand. Alex frowned after the initial surprise. “What do you mean, Supergirl did? How would she not notice—oh God, Kara… with the suit on?” Alex’s mouth contorted into disgust at Kara’s burning face. “How do you even?” It was Alex’s turn with the vague hand gestures between her free hand and the pizza. 

Feeling her ears burn, Kara nodded. “It has a zipper.”

“Oh my God, why did I ask,” Alex groaned and threw her half-eaten slice back into the box. 

They remained in painful silence. “Kara,” Agent Danvers asked, since at that moment she was not asking as an older sister. “Do you think she can ID you?”

“I don’t know! It was kinda dark and—”

“Please no details,” Alex begged, hands in a protective stance between them. 

“I honestly don’t know. She’s been on leave since the attack last week—”

“During an attack, Kara?” Alex’s lips pulled down again, and Kara rolled her eyes.

“Not during, more like, after!”

“Ugh.” Alex ran a hand through her short hair. “You cannot expose your identity to Lena Luthor.”

“I guess I’ve exposed enough.”

“Kara! This is serious.” Alex stood up, pacing in front of the couch as Kara observed. “We need to find out what she knows.”

“As I was saying”—Kara reached for a slice herself—“she is coming back to work tomorrow. I will try and figure that out.”

“Good, good. Sounds like a plan.” Alex nodded at each affirmation. She closed her eyes, one hand massaging her temple. “I don’t think I can look at you the same in that suit anymore.”

“I thought you would be happy for me for… you know, living my life and everything,” she said with her mouthful of pizza. 

“But the suit, Kara?” Alex whined.

“It’s machine washable!”

“Don’t ever let Winn know. He will sew up your zipper.”

Kara made a face, and Alex flopped down on the couch. 

“But how was it?” Alex was trying hard to balance her roles as DEO agent and sister there, Kara had to give her that. 

The little gasps that puffed into Kara’s neck each time she drove into Lena. The combined heat of their bodies and how Lena opened up for her, breath caught in her throat. 

“Really good,” she confessed, ears burning all over again. 

“This is messy.” Alex reached for her abandoned pizza slice. “You need to promise me you won’t tell Lena your secret identity, no matter how good sex was with her.”

“Alex…”

“For now, Lena Luthor thinking she had a thirsty night with Supergirl is safer for everyone.” 

Kara played with the threadbare end of the blanket covering her legs. “I understand.”

They ate in silence until Alex couldn’t hold it anymore. 

“With the suit on, Kara. I can’t believe you.”

“It has a zipper!”

00000

Monday rolled around, and Kara found herself double-checking her email every other minute. Lena had yet to show up at CatCo, and the waiting was gnawing at Kara’s patience. Not that she was an example of patience, but still. 

She cleared her spam box and went as far as checking the promotions tab.

The elevator dinged to put her out of her misery as she excluded an expired Calvin Klein’s coupon. 

Lena emerged from the elevator in her usual grace—pressed, knee-length black skirt and a soft-looking turtleneck the color of the rose Kara left next to her bed a couple mornings ago.

Kara knew exactly what the burgundy solid-knit hid. Marks, an entire constellation of them, left by her mouth on alabaster skin.

“Hi, Kara.”

Lena was in front of her.

“Lena! Hi!” She went for a hug that Lena responded in kind. “You didn’t answer my messages, are you okay? You never take sick days.”

Lena took a deep breath, and a shy smile graced her lips. “I needed some time to center myself after the last… event.” Her lips pulled down, and Kara wondered if there was a better word for “when my mother tried to kill me… again”. 

“Yes, of course. But are you okay?”

Lena stared so deeply into Kara’s eyes that Kara thought that was it; Lena knew, she saw the truth, the suit and zipper were not enough to keep her secret. 

But the intensity in light green eyes faded, and Lena eased back to her smile. “Yes, I’m feeling much better.”

Eve showed up with coffee for Lena, and Kara followed her into James’ office. James wasn’t there yet, and Lena dropped her bag on the empty couch. “Kara, do you want to have lunch today? I wanted to talk to you.”

She didn’t meet Kara’s eyes as she asked, but the phrase sent a shock down Kara’s spine nonetheless. 

Yep, that was it. Lena clearly knew. 

“Yes, of course.” Kara was a little breathless. Lena took a sip of her coffee and looked up at Kara again, eyes glinting. 

“I need to tell you something,” she said, eyes looking around them discreetly, as if she had a secret. 

“Yeah, sure,” Kara replied and thanked Rao she didn’t break the pencil she was holding. 

“I need some friendly advice on something,” Lena continued, her back to Kara as she left her coffee on the corner of James’ table and fished a tablet from her purse. “So don’t bail on lunch.”

Kara nodded and walked back to her desk. She had half a mind to call Alex and request the pile of NDA documents Lena would undoubtedly have to sign after this but decided to wait for lunch.

As she sat back down on her chair, the pencil finally broke in two between her fingers.

Lunch came too fast and horribly too slow. A few hours later, Kara found herself at the outside area of their floor with two boxes of Chinese food while Lena had enough greens to feed an entire rabbit family.

“So… what do you want to talk about?” Kara fought to keep her eyes on her food but lost the battle quite quickly as she watched Lena playing with a cherry tomato. 

Green eyes as sharp as a knife fixed on her, and Kara swallowed a dumpling without chewing. 

“Have you seen Supergirl lately?” Lena measured her focus back to the cherry tomato as Kara blushed as red as the fruit. 

So much for being subtle. 

“No, not really, no,” she answered and went straight for her water to wash down her nerves.

It did not work. 

Lena hummed, catching the stray tomato and chewing it slowly behind lips just as red. 

“Do you know if she has any… companions?”

Kara had the decency to chew her dumpling this time. “What do you mean?” 

“As in a lover.”

Nope, more like half chewing it as it bothered her throat going down. 

“Not that I know of, no.” 

Lena’s tongue poked out to lick at the side of her lips, capturing a stray drop of olive oil. Kara’s eyes followed the motion, hypnotized. When Lena caught her staring with a slight frown, she focused back on her fried rice. 

They ate in silence for a moment, and Kara wondered if Lena was getting ready to drop the truth bomb. She had an excuse ready and cleared her afternoon so they could both head down to the DEO, and J’onn would scold her so badly, and—

“I had sex with Supergirl,” Lena said in a natural tone, gaze on her salad, and Kara widened her eyes. It worked well, since Lena probably thought it was a simple surprise and not Kara’s honest reaction to Lena not connecting the dots.

The glasses did work! 

“Kara?” Lena raised one sculpted eyebrow, and Kara nodded, blinking raptly. 

“Oh, wow, I mean, oh.” She didn't know what would be the appropriate response, lips opening and closing, face flushed. Should she say congratulations? 

Thinking about it, she was in a unique situation to get interesting… feedback. 

“But like, how was it?” Kara pretended to go back to her potstickers, but when Lena smiled broadly, she gave it up to drink in Lena’s reaction. Lena bit her lip, cheeks coloring a beautiful shade of crimson that harmonized with her turtleneck and lipstick. 

“Really good,” Lena laughed, and Kara preened a little under the indirect praise. “I mean,” Lena continued, pushing her salad aside to lean over the table. Kara did her best not to lean and meet her halfway. “It was kinda fast.”

Kara sat back against her chair, stuttering. “Well, I suppose it was what, at the end of the day? Supergirl probably works a lot, like a lot, and—”

“Kara.” Lena laughed freely at that. “I didn’t mean fast like that! You alphas.” Lena’s face flushed further, and Kara felt her own ears tingle with heat. 

“It was fast in a way that it was not planned,” Lena corrected, drinking a sip of water to wash down the last bit of her amusement. “It kinda just happened.”

“Oh.”

“Okay, I may have pushed it a little bit,” the omega admitted from behind the rim of her water glass. 

Kara busied herself with another dumpling. “So it was good?” she asked with a mouthful.

Lena looked to the side while biting her lips. She drummed her fingers on the table and played with her fork. Kara held her breath. 

“You’re my best friend, and I need to gush about it with someone,” she said in a rushed breath, and Kara reminded herself to breathe like a proper human.

“Yes?” There was soy sauce on Kara’s lips, but she couldn’t care less as Lena knocked on the table excitedly with both hands, light touches to expose part of what seemed to be barely contained giggles. 

“Okay.” Lena folded her hands in front of her. “It was a bit dark, and it was fast and all, but, Kara.” She looked up, and Kara felt a responding tug in her pants. “Supergirl has some talents.” 

“Talents?”

Talents, talents? Kara needed specifics! 

“Her hand, her finger.” Lena looked down at her own hands, eyes a little fogged, eyebrow knit in concentration. “It vibrated, like a legit vibrator. Maybe it’s a superpower thing?” Lena faced Kara once more, and Kara shrugged in response. 

But yeah, it was a superpower thing. Kara tried to control her smirk, but it showed some of it by the way Lena blushed and rolled her eyes. 

“And she’s… okay, don’t go all alpha dog on me,” Lena excused herself before any further admission, and by then, Kara was sure of two things.

One: Lena did not recognize her that night.

Two: Kara had freaking good game. 

She stared at Lena, holding herself together not to smile. She could feel her lips fighting it, twisting up, but she nodded at Lena to continue. 

Lena rolled her eyes. “She is well endorsed,” she admitted with a bright new flush. “Not like, too much, but God, perfect. It was almost too much at first but then...” She got lost in memory, and Kara bit the inside of her cheek. “It was good.”

Kara’s smile was out of control now, but Lena avoided her eyes. “Yeah, so, that happened,” Lena added, one hand pulling her salad back in front of her. 

Kara sucked on her lips, smiling and probably looking like a total fool. She ignored the alpha pride bubbling in her chest and her instinct making its own party down her pants to look back at Lena.

Then she asked what she should not, probably. 

“Do you want to do it again?”

Lena's eyes squinted in what appeared to be concentration. She took her time to think, eating a mouthful of greens. When she finally swallowed, she fixed Kara with eyes that could only be described as predatory.

Kara knew that stare; she had seen it in the dim living room before Lena kissed her senseless. 

Rao, why did she ask that.

“I do.”

Thank Rao she asked that.

“Do you want me to tell her that?” Aiming for nonchalance, Kara played with the peanut in her fried rice. She was out of dumplings and potstickers already. 

“What if she wants to keep it a secret? Oh God.” Lena’s hand landed on her own heart, and Kara heard how it accelerated. “Should I have not said anything?”

“Lena, calm down.” Kara had a small smile. “She won’t mind that you told me. I’m pretty sure she’ll tell me when we meet again.”

Lena’s eyes darkened in that predatory way that Kara thanked Rao she chose dark chinos today. 

“If she does, you better let me know what she says about me.”

“Will do,” Kara laughed quietly. “But for the record, I’m sure any alpha would be amazed to be with you.” 

Lena blushed at that, light and pink, different from the previous blushes of their lunch.

“Thank you, Kara.” 

“Anytime.” Kara’s entire face worked on her smile. “Now, do you have plans for that milkshake of yours?”

“I got it for you.”

“Yes!”

0000

Lena woke up feeling good, ready to face the day. In yoga pants and a black tank top, she made herself buttered toast with a touch of cinnamon and opened a new bottle of orange juice. 

Her treadmill faced the full wall window with National City waking up forty floors below. The sun had just started to rise when Lena began her run. Classic music played from the speakers on the treadmill, the watch marking the first ten minutes of her run.

At first, she didn’t think it would be something major. The rising sun seemed too bright and the music too loud, so she shut part of the blinds and lowered the volume. The stopwatch marked fifteen, and Lena had a sudden change in her mood, feeling exhausted, almost dizzy. At twenty, the dizziness intensified, her legs threatened to give away, and she had half a second to press on the emergency red button before she stumbled off the moving lane. 

Lena breathed hard, controlling her intake of air not to hyperventilate. She sat on the floor and crawled to the living room couch, resting her back against it. As the room spun around her, Lena tried to keep her breakfast down. Her stopwatch marked thirty-five by the time she could stand up on wobbly legs. 

She took a long time in her morning shower, washing her hair and staying under the lukewarm spray until she could feel like herself again.

By the time she made it to CatCo, dressed in a navy pantsuit and white satin shirt, her day did not look any better. She felt tired, exhausted even, and the smell of coffee turned her stomach. She sent Eve away with a promise to bring peppermint tea instead.

“Lena?” 

Lena turned at the call of her name, finding worried blue eyes. Mint scent filled the air, and she gratefully took the tea Kara offered. 

“How are you? You don’t look so good.” Kara helped Lena into the chair at her desk outside James' office. 

Leave it to Kara to be delicate about the fact that Lena looked like shit. 

“I’m not feeling well today,” Lena mumbled before taking a scalding sip from the offered tea. It burned her lips but distracted her from the lingering dizziness. 

Kara pushed another chair next to her, one warm hand finding Lena’s forehead. “Do you have a fever?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Lena looked up to find Kara’s eyes crinkled in worry.

The bluest eyes Lena had ever seen fixed on her face as Supergirl rocked her entire body at each deep thrust. 

“Lena? You okay? Maybe you should go home.”

Lena shook her head, pulling away from Kara’s touch. 

“No, I’m okay, just… déjà vu.” 

Kara’s hand hovered between them for a bit, unsure. She nodded, clearing her throat. 

“I still think you might want to take the morning off.”

“I’m fine, Kara.” 

Throughout the day, Lena had a hard time shaking Supergirl off her mind. 

0000

The fight had been all over the news. From the multiple screens at CatCo, Lena watched Supergirl fight, and get really close to losing, with an alien three times her size. The Girl of Steel had heroically taken the fight away from the city and the people, and helicopters and drones struggled to keep up with the superhuman duel. 

Whatever happened that cameras did not catch, Lena was sure it had taken a heavy toll on the superhero.

Still feeling a little off like she had been in the last week, Lena left James responsible for the coverage of the fight and headed home. Her phone screen flashed with updates all afternoon: it had been messy, and hard, but Supergirl had prevailed and captured the rogue alien. 

Lena saw the pictures of Supergirl—lips bleeding and a trickle of red lining her forehead—and grimaced. She had never seen her bleed before.

She made herself tea at home, trading her skirt for sweatpants and fluffy socks. Lena had a book under her arm and steaming tea in her hands, ready to retreat to her bedroom, when she heard her balcony door open.

A shiver went down her spine, pure and raw fear at another possible attempt on her life. She turned suddenly, some of the tea sloshing down her hardwood flooring. 

Fear left her at once when she saw the figure hovering at her window, not quite entering, hair moving with the night breeze. She left the tea and book on her coffee table and walked to the window in time to let the tired body lean over her smaller frame.

“Supergirl?” she asked breathlessly, hands going to the back of the hero. She was warm, maybe too warm. Her suit was torn in places, and her cape was missing. 

Supergirl’s nose found the side of her neck, and Lena smelled blood and soot. She hugged Supergirl closer.

“Can I—”

“C’mon.” Lena stepped back, one hand guiding the hero that looked smaller under her living room light. They walked past the couch, Lena pulling the suddenly shy hero until they made it to her bedroom.

Supergirl blinked, looking around and taking a step back. “I shouldn't,” she said mostly to herself, but one knee buckled when she turned around, hitting the floor with a crack. 

“Nonsense.” Lena helped her up, or more likely, stood next to her as she balanced once more. Without another word, Lena helped the hero to her bed. 

Supergirl complied like a trained puppy, head hitting the pillow in a long exhale. Lena helped her out of the suit—there were many hidden zippers everywhere—and watched as the pile of muscles that was Supergirl lay on her bed with nothing but boxer shorts and a tank top. The blood on her face had dried, but there were different cuts all over her golden body. Under the light of her bedside table, Lena pushed Supergirl’s hair behind an ear, inhaling the alpha scent under the remnants of her battle.

It felt strangely familiar. 

Blue eyes blinked open, and Supergirl turned off the light next to them. 

“You’re safe,” Lena said to the dark room, finding her place as the small spoon. 

She felt the alpha’s responding smile against the back of her neck.

Lena awoke to the sensation of heat. Her bedroom was warm, and she moved to kick the covers, but she was not under the blankets. As sunrise made itself known against the blinders in her bedroom, Lena took a deep breath of alpha.

Last night came back to her, and she turned between the arms of her personal space heater to face the most relaxed, peaceful Supergirl she had ever seen. She couldn’t make out the details of her sharp jawline, the sun barely hinting at east, but she could feel her chest expanding and hear the little snores. 

Lena smiled.

She reclaimed her space under the Girl of Steel’s neck, not shaking the feeling of odd familiarity. Lena’s hand rested on Supergirl’s exposed waist and ran it over her arms to check for the bruises and cuts from last night. They were there, but less pronounced. 

“Hmm,” Supergirl mumbled in her sleep under Lena’s touch, pulling the omega closer, Lena’s cheek resting on a strong collarbone.  

Lena would have been content with that, the comfort of a night together. 

“Do you want to do it again?”

Kara’s question came to her, uninvited, sudden, and Lena shivered.

Supergirl had slept in her bed, and yes, she would like to sleep with her again, whatever that meant. 

If only Kara could see her now.

A small kiss on her temple got her out of thoughts, and Lena melted against the strong chest warming up her bed. 

“Hi,” Supergirl said huskily against messy dark hair, arms wrapping Lena and turning so Lena could rest her chin over a dark tank top. She felt nipples hardening against her own cotton shirt. 

“Hello,” Lena replied, taking in the scent and warmth around her. “I’m glad you stopped by last night.” She looked up to meet sleepy eyes.

Supergirl blinked, slowly, and stretched in the languid way cats do after a nap—neck turning to the side and legs spreading so Lena could fit snugly between them. 

“I should go,” Supergirl said as the sun kissed Lena’s curtains, never stopping its west crawl.

“Can you stay a bit longer?” Lena herself stretched, her hips grinding in front of Supergirl’s boxer briefs and eliciting a moan from the superhero. 

“I could stay a bit longer,” Supergirl confessed, dipping to catch Lena’s lips in a kiss that woke them both up.

So Lena started her morning on her hands and knees, head buried in her pillow as Supergirl made her day so much better.

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Kara chewed on buttered popcorn as cars exploded on her TV from one of the Bourne movies. She wasn’t sure which one, but it happened in Europe. Maybe.

Alex had picked the movie.

Alex watched the car chase and shootings fascinatingly, murmuring some of the lines along with all kinds of spies. Kara waited for the final car chase scene to end until she had Alex’s attention. 

“Alex?” 

“Yeah?”

Mouth full of popcorn, Kara stared at the TV, not brave enough to meet her sister’s eyes.

“I did it again.”

“What?” Alex got the popcorn bowl from Kara’s lap.

“Lena.”

Alex promptly choked on popcorn. 

“Kara!”

“I know!” Kara covered her warming face with a pink cushion. 

“You need to stop before that woman develops a kink for suits,” Alex said after downing half of her beer and clearing her airways. 

“There was no suit this time.”

“Kara, did you tell her?” Alex stared at Kara with stern dark eyes that made the superhero shrink to her side of the couch. 

“No. But it was different. I slept there.”

“Oh, Kara,” Alex’s eyes had something that might have been close to pity, and Kara couldn’t take that. “Does she know?”

“I don’t think so.” Kara looked down at her hands, wiping the popcorn grease on her sweater pants. “It was kinda…” Her ears burned, and she avoided Alex’s questioning eyes. “Like, from behind.”

Alex made a face at her and fake-gagged. “Please, no details.”

“It was dark, so I think I’m good.”

“Just stop.”

“I might have forgotten my cape there.”

“Sometimes I wish you were an omega.”

“I’d still do it.”

“Of course you would.”

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The email did not call for her immediate attention. Lena had received it at 9:37 am and only looked at it by the end of her day, the clock nearing 8 pm as she made her last checkup on Sam at L-Corp.

She had done the diagnostic tests in her own lab, of course. Being the CEO of one of the most powerful pharmaceutical companies had its perks. But even Lena knew that, sometimes, a specialist should take a look at the results. After an entire week of feeling constantly exhausted and surprisingly hungry, Lena had performed her usual, annual checkup a few months earlier. Most results seemed normal, but a few hormonal levels caught her attention, and she ran them with her head researcher of their omega-focused department. 

Seemed fitting. 

The doctor had sent her an email, at 9:37 am, with the simple title of “Lab test 127 results”. Very innocuous and unassuming. Easy to ignore, considering Lena’s busy life.

She said good-bye to Sam at the elevator, and she had to reassure her CFO that, yes, she was fine. Sam had looked at her with a somewhat puzzled expression, but she didn’t press it. When Lena checked her reflection on her phone inside her car, she realized that she might have been looking like… total shit, yeah, exhausted and wishing she was home with warm tea, pizza and fluffy pajamas, and maybe her strong alpha to cuddle her to sleep.

The last thought hit her so hard that she wondered if she should add scotch to her tea. Was she going into heat early? It would explain her wandering thoughts.

As she finally opened the email when she padded into her kitchen, make-up-free and wearing warm winter socks even though it was still autumn, she realized the scotch would have to wait.

It would have to wait quite some time.

The following morning, Lena did not expect the buzz next to her front door, her intercom startling her out of her email inbox. 

“Miss Luthor, there is a Miss Danvers in the lobby for you. Should I let her in?” Came the gruff voice of the doorman, and Lena looked puzzled from her forgotten phone to her closed door.

Did she sound desperate in her text earlier?

“You can let her up, Charles, thank you.” She was still a little breathless from hurrying to her door to respond. She checked the messages to see what could have caused Kara to drop by unannounced after her texts an hour ago.

Yeah, considering the protective-labrador personality Kara had, she could have framed that better.

Which was why she found herself opening her front door, in pajamas and bed hair, to a whirlwind of pastel and chinos at 9:47 am. 

“Lena, are you all right?” Kara had coffee and donuts in her hands, but she balanced everything on one side to place a warm palm over Lena’s forehead before stepping in. “Do you have a fever? What happened? Is it bad? Oh no, Lena, are you dying?” 

Lena took it all like the champion she was, getting one donut from the bag and ignoring the coffee, opening the door wide and thanking God for her lack of neighbors. 

“I’m not dying,” she mumbled after her first bite—glazed, simple, just what she needed—and herded Kara and her endless questions to her couch.

She wondered if Kara would be mad if she knew what else had happened on that couch, but the alpha was already blushing and adjusting her button-up after dropping the rest of the baked goodies on the coffee table. 

“You kinda look like you’re dying,” Kara said mostly to herself, one hand pushing her frames up her nose. 

Lena fixed her with her most convincing glare, which, admittedly, could be lacking strength without any make-up and hairdo, just a sloppy ponytail she barely bothered to do this morning.

But she had reasons!

“Thanks for stopping by, even though it’s unnecessary,” she said. “But I do need to talk to you.”

“What happened?” 

Kara had one of the bluest eyes Lena had ever seen—warm and familiar and insightful. She closed her own eyes at a warm wave of other blue-eyed memories. Images of another pair, so shockingly similar, shining with tiredness in her darkened bedroom.

If only Kara knew what a stare like that could do to an omega.

Lena used her thumb to clear nonexistent sugar from her lips, watching as Kara took an entire mouthful of a powdered donut. The alpha had white powdered sugar all over her mouth, but she didn’t move to clean it up. Lena smiled, and at that moment she knew she could count on Kara for anything.

“Remember when I told you that I had sex with Supergirl?”

Kara nodded and emitted a confirmation sound from her donut-filled mouth. The white of the sugar became more prominent as she blushed.

“I did it again.”

“Oh.” Kara had completely stopped chewing, just hanging in there with chipmunk cheeks.

Lena reached for her donut but didn’t bite it. She played with the glaze between her thumb and forefinger, pursing her lips.

Would Kara be disappointed?

Only one way to know.

“And I found out last night, you see…” Lena took a deep breath, meeting blue eyes as she exhaled. “That I’m pregnant.”

Kara had the courtesy to look away from Lena as she spat a half-eaten donut all over her coffee table and coughed for a good ten seconds. Lena grimaced at the scene but padded her friend in the back, waiting patiently as she gathered her breath.

Kara held a finger up, clearing her throat and using an offered napkin to wipe her lips. She almost succeeded.

Eyes glossy from almost choking, Kara finally looked at her. “You sure?”

“Precisely.” The word tugged Lena’s lips to the side, and she glanced at her laptop where she had double-checked the results. She had also called her doctor, had bought a collection of pregnancy tests from the downtown pharmacy, and all in all, had looked for any direction that could let her out of this situation. 

Kara stood up, pacing relentlessly in her living room. “Okay, okay. I see. I see. You’re pregnant.” She looked at Lena, who remained on the couch watching Kara freak out. Kara pointed at her, not accusingly, just fitting together the pieces of her speech. “You’re pregnant. With Supergirl’s pup.” She glanced behind Lena, fingers now pointed to the window. “Supergirl’s alien pup,” she completed. 

“Yes,” Lena confirmed, eyes studying as Kara kept pacing back and forth behind her coffee table. 

“Okay. Okay, that is…” Kara stopped, both hands on her hips, her head down, and when she looked up, Lena was not expecting the brightness of tears. “That is kind of amazing,” she said in a shaky voice, biting her lip, and Lena could not take a second look at a crying Kara and not feel her own eyes fighting the flood. 

“Is it?” Lena heard her own voice—small, unsure. 

Kara nodded, sinking back on the couch and reaching for Lena’s hands. “Yeah, yeah it is.”

They sat like that, hands together, and Lena wondered if every friendship was like that.

“Oh, Rao,” Kara breathed out, releasing Lena’s hand to massage her temples. “I need to take you to the DEO.”

“What?”

When Kara looked up, she had a panicked expression that did not help Lena’s turning stomach. 

“Alex’s gonna flip,” Kara whispered, and Lena felt utterly confused. “Oh, Lena.” She stared at Lena, then at Lena’s window, and back at Lena, and Lena felt like crying again.

“Kara?”

Kara took another deep breath and a veil of determination covered her face. “I need to take you to a facility that will be able to help you. Supergirl works there. They need to know this. Supergirl has so many enemies, and if anyone finds out about a pup they could…” Kara’s scent grew, a metallic tinge of fear, and Lena recoiled unconsciously. 

“It’s ok, you’re okay,” Kara reassured her, closing her eyes for a moment as the scent dissipated. “We will help you.”

Lena had many questions. There was a strange feeling growing in her stomach, and she had the suspicion it was not morning sickness. 

“Kara, I have enough equipment at L-Corp to go through with this.”

“Lena please…”

“I don’t want to expose myself to the government or… anyone else.” Lena stood from the couch, ready to turn her back to Kara, but the alpha held her hand, gently pulling so she could face her again. Kara didn’t stand up, instead looking at Lena from her place on the couch. 

“I’m sure Supergirl would want to know. She would want to protect you,” Kara pleaded, lips in a thin line that ghosted a smile. 

The feeling in Lena’s tummy grew. 

“Just for today,” Kara insisted. “Do you trust me?”

The memory came back. Blue, blue eyes with specks of gray and amber. She shivered. 

“Yes.” Lena tightened her grasp around Kara’s hand.

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 Oh, Rao; oh, Rao; oh, Rao; oh, Rao.

Kara messed up. 

She knew that. She was aware of that. She was painfully aware she had messed up beautifully this time.

It was not that she had anything intrinsically against what had happened. It just didn’t go the way she had hoped. After months of having feelings for Lena and preparing herself to ask the omega out, all it took was one night of weakness, and Kara messed up everything.

Okay, one night and a morning.

The order of events was supposed to be something like: declare feelings, date, mate, pups. 

They jumped a lot of steps.

Now she got a visitor’s badge for Lena while they went through security at the DEO, and even though she never felt sick, she wondered if the feeling was anything close to the turmoil in her stomach. 

Oh, Rao.

She ignored the questioning glances from the other agents as she strode in all her pastel glory into the DEO with a very confused, very curious Lena Luthor following behind.

Winn almost had a heart attack. 

“Kara! Lena!” He stood up from his rolling chair, hand holding one of his toy guns. “Kara? Lena?” He looked between the two women, their linked hands, Lena’s questioning gaze, Kara’s silent plea. His eyebrows hit his hairline. 

“I need to see Alex in the med bay,” Kara said and hopefully her tone would not require further explanation. Lena’s hand was stiff and clammy in hers, and she guided them to the stairs and into the med bay. Thankfully, it was empty. 

Kara helped Lena to a seat, and before she could roll a chair for herself, she heard Alex making her way upstairs. 

“Just a sec.” She squeezed Lena’s hand and left the room to meet Alex outside. She watched Lena from the inside with a frown, lips pushed together as if she had swallowed a protest.

“Alex,” Kara whispered, closing the door behind her. She could still see Lena watching them from the glass, green bouncing between the sisters. “I need to tell Lena.”

Alex was unimpressed.

“Why is Lena Luthor in my facility?” she asked with a stern tone reserved for Kara’s mishaps, arms crossed over her black polo. 

“Alex, this is important.” Kara reached with both hands to hold Alex’s forearm, and maybe with a little extra strength because Alex frowned and hissed, but Kara didn’t let her go.

“What’s going on, Kara?”

Kara took a deep breath and met Alex’s eyes with unshed tears. 

“Lena is here to tell Supergirl she’s pregnant.” Kara’s voice was hardly above a whisper but clear enough for Alex to hear every word.

“Ouch!” Alex tried to slap the back of Kara’s head, but since it was equivalent to slapping solid rock, her own hand hurt in the process. She shook the pain off, but her stare was still murderous.

“Why did you do that?” Kara said, concerned, reaching for Alex’s hand.

“Because I don’t know if I should hug you or slap you!”

“I could really use a hug right now!”

They angry-hugged which turned into a long hug while Lena, puzzled, watched the exchange from the other side of the glass. 

“Jesus fuck, Kara,” Alex whispered. “You okay?”

“I really need to tell her.” They separated from the embrace, and Kara wiped a stray tear. Alex schooled her shocked expression to something neutral as she opened the door. 

“Don’t make us all regret it,” Alex said and walked inside, finding Lena, still completely confused, staring at them. Kara closed the door behind her, leaving the three of them alone inside. Lena stood up to greet Alex.

“Luthor,” Alex acknowledged Lena with a nod.

“Agent Danvers.” Lena arched one sculpted eyebrow. 

“Your discretion about this facility will be expected.”

“Alex,” Kara warned, eyes widening and her hand finding Lena’s. Alex looked down at their hands for a total of a single second before focusing on Lena again.

“And your discretion about this conversation will also be expected,” Lena replied in a similar tone. 

“You do not give orders here.”

“Alex!” Kara’s free hand rested on her sister’s thigh, bringing her attention back to herself. “Lena won’t say anything. We’re not here to expose the DEO.”

“I need to see Supergirl,” Lena intervened. 

“I see,” Alex said, sparing a look at Kara. “Kara might help you with that.”

“Could you…” Kara gave a pointed look at Alex, who busied herself at the other side of the lab, gathering supplies. Kara pulled a rolling chair next to Lena so they could both sit down, bringing Lena’s hand up for a quick kiss.

Lena couldn’t look more confused, and Kara laughed to herself, a puff of air that almost ended in a sob.

“What was that all about?” Lena’s voice was small, tense. Her shoulders were pulled high and tight. 

“I told Alex so she would know what kind of equipment to bring.”

As if on cue, Alex gathered a tablet from one of the metallic desks and walked to the door. “I will get the ultrasound and will be back in a few.”

Kara waited until the door closed behind Alex.

“Kara?” Kara hated the way Lena looked at her—vulnerable, small. Afraid. Lena was too smart not to notice something was up. “Where’s Supergirl?”

“Yeah. About that.” Kara sucked in a breath through gritted teeth, gently laying Lena’s hand down. She turned around in her chair, her back to Lena. She took off two simple hair clips that held a lock of hair around her high ponytail. It fell to the side of her face. Both her hands reached behind to unlace her thin hair tie, golden waves finally free to spill over her shoulder. There were no hair tie marks on her hair, as it never had, no matter how tight the braid was. She took off her glasses, setting them on the table next to Lena, though her back was still to the omega. Finally, she turned around.

Lena stared, confused, but she blinked twice, her lips pressed together. The green of her eyes reminded Kara of the sea after a storm, with marks of repressed anger and uncontrolled waves. 

With a deep breath, Kara started to undo her shirt buttons. One, two, three.

When the House of El crest became visible, Kara heard the tiny gasp coming out of Lena’s mouth, and she lifted her head.

“No.” Lena shook her head, a humorless laugh escaping her lips. “No,” she repeated, eyes glossy, shaking her head still.

Kara gulped. “Lena…”

“You don’t get to do this,” Lena hissed, any softness gone, voice dripping with an anger Kara had never seen addressed to her before. “You don’t get to lie to me like this.”

“I never meant to—”

“To what?” Lena stood up, and Kara followed. “Never meant to lie to me for years?” 

“I couldn’t tell you,” Kara defended, but it sounded weak.

Alex chose that moment to open the door and wheel her equipment into the room.

“Oh, you couldn’t tell me, but you had no qualms about fucking me on my own fucking couch!” Lena’s voice raised, one manicured finger pointing at Kara’s chest, still blatantly exposing her identity. Kara took a step back if only to give Lena more room.

Kara heard Alex saying nope and wheeling her equipment back the three steps she had managed inside the room, and they were once again alone. 

“Lena, please, listen to me.”

“Oh, now I should listen to you,” Lena laughed sarcastically, and the movement sprung a tear out. “Let me guess, now that I’m pregnant, you felt some kind of obligation to tell me the truth since, you know, I’m carrying an heir to some dead species or whatever.” 

“It’s not like that.” Kara closed her hands in fists, turning her head to the side. She couldn’t meet the coldness in Lena’s eyes. 

“Humor me, Supergirl, how is it then?”

Kara bit her lower lip, one hand threading through her hair. She could feel the heat radiating from Lena’s body, could see her ab muscles flexing, could smell the swell of her scent, her omega presence, and if she focused, Oh, Rao, if she focused she could hear—

“Don’t.” 

Kara snapped her head up from the intense stare directed at Lena’s midriff. The omega had taken a step back, a protective hand over her abdomen, and Kara gaped. 

“Don’t use any of your powers to get out of this conversation,” Lena warned, eyes bright. She had graced herself with light makeup and a high ponytail, but she wore jeans and a long-sleeved, gray shirt, a simple attire from her usual choices. 

“I like you,” Kara confessed, out of practice and out of timing. Lena took another step back, hitting the table with her hips. “I’ve liked you for a long time, and I couldn’t fathom destroying our friendship over my feelings. You were always part of Kara Danvers’ life and not Supergirl’s, and I just…” Kara Danvers, you are my hero. “I was afraid to lose you.” She found Lena’s eyes, and the intensity there softened for a moment. 

“I need some time.” Lena said and turned her back.

“I understand.” Kara took a deep breath; Lena’s scent, even when they were fighting, still soothed her nerves. Kara’s alpha had chosen Lena a long time ago.

Kara walked to the door and gave one last glance at Lena, who hadn’t moved. Alex was outside, but Kara wasn’t able to face her sister without the urge to cry, so she headed towards the stairs. 

Alex took it as her queue to enter the room. 

“So…” Alex started, wheeling her equipment close to the bed. 

Lena wiped at her face with her sleeve, feeling her cheeks warm. 

“There are two bathrooms at the back of the room, and there are gowns in there for you to change into.” Alex seemed surprisingly neutral with everything. Lena hardened her own expression and nodded. 

Her anger was not aimed at the older Danvers, since she could see the logic of keeping Kara's Identity a secret. But Lena hated being the only one in the room not knowing something so important. 

“What kind of exams do you intend to perform? I’ve done multiple tests at L-Corp and didn’t find anything out of the ordinary.” Her voice sounded steady, and for that, Lena was grateful.

“How familiar are you with Kryptonian anatomy? My initial concern is how your body will react to a Kryptonian fetus.”

"Half-Kryptonian," Lena corrected.

Lena had many secret files on Kryptonian anatomy, but Alex did not need to know that. Also, Alex’s data were probably from Kara herself, which was something Lena lacked. As much as she wanted to leave that place as soon as possible, an unfamiliar instinct told her that the best for her pup was to at least listen to what Alex had to say. 

“What concerns would that be?”

“Superman didn’t present his powers until his teen years, but he always had a different metabolic rate, caloric ingestion, and disease resistance.” Alex was all business, and Lena breathed a relieved sigh. “But Kara did not grow up here and manifested her abilities from day one.”

“Are you suggesting this pup could have super strength in the womb?” The idea sent a cold shiver down her spine, and one hand rested on her belly. They both knew what that would mean for Lena. 

“You’re still here, so not for now. But it’s not unlikely.” Alex donned black gloves over her hands and started the process of sanitizing the probe.

Beyond the glass, Lena found Kara’s eyes on the other side of the DEO floor. She found blue laced with worry and frowned.

“Can she hear us?”

Alex turned her attention from her preparation to find Kara leaning over the railings on the opposite side of the hall. 

“Yes,” Alex answered without a beat. “But she won’t if you ask her not to.”

Lena locked eyes with Kara. “Stop.”

Kara nodded and paced away. She had closed her yellow button-up to cover her suit, but her hair was down and her face free of the usual frames. 

“Have you felt any tiredness? Nausea? Increased appetite?”

Lena’s attention went back to Alex, who was now closing the curtains around the bed to shield Lena from curious eyes. She nodded at each question. 

Alex noted something down on her tablet. As Lena turned to change, Alex called her back.

“I know this can be a lot,” she started, not meeting Lena’s eyes. “But please know you’re in good hands. This pup is family.” She looked up at Lena. Her alpha scent spiked for a moment, and Lena felt a soft wave of safety. 

“Thank you.”

She tried her best not to cry inside the bathroom as she changed. The water was cold against her face, and she could feel her emotions fighting to break free from the endless little boxes she had pushed them into. But she was Lena Luthor, and she was not going to freak out. 

The exam was simple, effective. Alex didn’t ask much, taking measures from the grainy image and typing away on her tablet. When she asked if Lena wanted to hear the heartbeat, the omega hesitated. 

After the whirlwind of emotions that had been the last twenty-four hours, that would be the moment to make it real. She wasn’t sure what to say, but she must have nodded because the next thing she could focus on was the rapid beating coming from the monitor.

“Would you look at that,” Alex said affectionately, and it was the first time in that morning Lena saw her smile. 

“Yeah,” Lena breathed deeply. She cleared her throat when Alex turned the machine off. 

“I’d suggest we keep the checkups here, but I understand if you want to do similar procedures at L-Corp. I’m not an OBGYN, but we have doctors who specialize in alien pregnancy.”

Lena had to admit she did not have that. There could be someone in the market for hire, but if anyone got a whisper of who sired this child… another unfamiliar wave of protectiveness filled her lungs, and she shook her head.

“I agree that we need to keep this in a low profile.” She stood from the table.

Alex discarded her gloves and pulled part of the curtains away to let Lena walk back to the bathroom to change.

Lena caught another glance of Kara at the same place against the railings. She was on her side, one hand fidgeting on her temple, and frowning so deep Lena thought she had never seen Kara Danvers like that.

Blue eyes found her again, and she looked away.

“Did you record it?” Lena asked, one hand on the bathroom doorknob. 

Alex threw her gloves in the trash and was working on pulling the rest of the privacy curtains away. “Yes. But you don’t have to worry, no one will—”

“You can give it to her.” The bathroom door closed softly behind Lena.

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Beast Within

by Sextual

One night every year, those of age participate in a Mating Run to determine who they'll be bound to for the rest of their lives. It's an honored tradition that Lena Luthor can't stand and now it's her turn to run. With her family's legacy on the line, and a life of loneliness awaiting her if she doesn't join in, Lena can't be sure what to expect, but she's certainly surprised that the mild mannered alpha Kara Danvers has shown up.

Words: 8599, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Lillian Luthor, James "Jimmy" Olsen, Nia Nal, Benjamin Lockwood (DCU), Querl Dox, Alex Danvers

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Additional Tags: Mating Rituals, Mating Bond, Claiming Bites, Alpha/Omega, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Kara Danvers, Omega Verse, Omega Lena Luthor, Comedy, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Smut, Sweet Kara Danvers, Sweet Kara is the last person Lena expects she will end up with, Other alphas want Lena but Kara is the one for her, Mating runs as an ABO theme tend to be dub con but this is comedy and Kara protects Lena

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[cardcaptorsakura96]

Taxes, Taxes, Taxes- Chapter 7

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Kara Danvers, Clark Kent, Samantha Arias, Lena Luthor, Lillian Luthor

Summary: What if superheroes had to pay a property damage tax every time they had a fight in the city?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Kara looked up and smiled. Above her was Rao’s light shining down on her. She was surrounded by rolling green hills with a bubbling river nearby. She lay down with her eyes closed in the warm grass feeling the light tips against her fingers. She smiled as the heat from the red sun warmed her face. She felt a gentle hand nudged her. She looked up and saw her mom sitting next to her. She was wearing her blue ceremonial outfit for the House of El, with their family motto printed boldly in the center of her chest. Her long, curly brown hair hugged her face as she stared at Kara with so much love and warmth.

Kara smiled and said, “You’re here.”

Her mother chuckled and said, “Where else would I be?”

“I thought that you would be with Dad and the other scientists discussing the tremors around the city.”

“I think I had enough time listening to pompous men thinking that they know everything.”

“Even dad?” smirked Kara. 

Her mother chuckled and lightly slapped Kara’s arm.

“You know your dad is the exception. Your father is the only one other than me of course with common sense in that group.”

“Maybe, if you guys collected more data, you could…”

Her mother shook her head and said, “The tremors aren’t my main concern right now. I am more concerned about you.”

Kara frowned and asked, “Why?”

Her mother looked back out at the grassy hill and sighed. 

“I often worried that we set you up with an impossible task.”

Kara sat up, grabbed her mom’s hand in hers, and said, “You never did such a thing.”

Her mom gave her a forced smile and said, “But, we did. We sent you off into the unknown to watch over Kal El. I was 28 when I had you and felt overwhelmed. You were only 22 with no support…”

Kara hugged her mom and said, “You don’t have to worry. I arrived much later than Kal. He is an adult now.”

Kara looked down, sighed, and said, “He obviously doesn’t need me around. He just thinks I am a nuisance.”

Her mother shook her head and said, “You are no such thing. You are one of the bravest people that I know. You are always the first to volunteer to go into situations where I have seen grown men falter. Did someone forget that they were the youngest cadet ever to become a corporal?”

Kara chuckled and said, “I remembered the baffled look on Major Sans’ face. He told me I would fail out my first year.”

“And you proved him wrong.”

Kara looked at her mom wistfully and said, “I wish I had a chance to be in my new position. Back then I had a purpose.”

“Purpose is ever evolving.”

Kara frowned and asked, “What do you mean?”

“You still have the same purpose of protecting Kal El. It is just the method of what you have to do has changed.”

Kara rolled her eyes and said, “That jackass could care less what I would think. Besides, he is doing fine on his own.”

“Are you so sure about that?” asked her mother. 

Kara frowned and tried to look up at her mother. However, everything had turned blurry. The red sunlight had intensified around her making it harder to see.

Kara placed her hand over her face and winced.

“Mom, I don’t understand.”

She heard her mother’s voice but she felt it was drifting. As the light became brighter and brighter, her mother said, “Remember the first principle of your training as a cadet. Kal El’s life depends on it.”

Kara jolted up breathing heavily. She looked around and noticed that she was sitting in a bed that had a sunlamp right above her. 

No wonder why I felt like there was sunlight on me.

She looked around more at her new environment and was startled. She was in a cave. A very well-lit cave. There were bats flying overhead. 

I guess that answers where I am at. 

She heard rumors before about Batman's supposed lair. She thought it was all myths about hiding in caves with bats especially considering how high-tech his weapons were. She shook her head. 

Looks like there was some truth to the rumors.

She looked to her left and was startled. There was a man unconscious in a bed a couple of feet from her. She didn’t recognize him at all. He had brown hair and peach-colored skin and wearing a white shirt. He appeared to be similar in age to her. 

Wonder if he is one of the Robins or even Nightwing. 

She tried to get up but winced. It felt like her body had been hit by a ton of bricks. She looked down at herself and was startled. She wasn’t in her Supergirl outfit anymore but in a nightgown.

“Hopefully my suit wasn’t destroyed,” muttered Kara.

She groaned again as she slowly made a second attempt to get out of bed. Once she got on her feet, she had to steady herself for several minutes. She looked over again at the unconscious man. He seemed to be the only person near and she wasn’t sure if she could make it around to explore. 

Hopefully, he is up for questions about this place.

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[romamoff]

Welcome!

Hello ^_^

I’m a new fanfic writer, just trying out my own skills and wanna share some of my daydreams! First a fee things about me:

-21+ yrs old (minors please don’t interact)

-nonbinary (they/them pronouns)

-english is not my first or native language, please be patient with my mistakes!

-i am open for DMs or asks or request and would love to find some mutuals!

✅ What i write:

-Marvel, Supergirl mostly (maybe OUAT)

-sapphic/lesbian/queer ships

-poly ships

-female and nonbinary reader POVs

-smutt

-might do ABO

-fics that require warnings (eg dubious consent)

❌ What i won‘t write:

-hetero ships

-male reader POV

-dubious related ships (eg: kara x alex, natasha x yelena)

-fics with unsanitary kinks

[nburkhardt]

I would like to announce part of the reason a lot of my wips take forever is I’m afraid of writing Nancy and some of the kids.

Like, the reason she hardly has any dialogue in the sugar sugar fic is because I can’t really write her. When I do write her it’s usually tense because I write so much with Steve. For example:

(This is from the abo teenage parent steddie fic, gonna clean it up and eventually post!)

Mike rolls his own eyes before turning and yelling for Nancy, then he just stands there waiting and honestly just glares at him. It doesn’t bother him, it makes sense. Then before he knows it, Mike’s being pulled away and there’s Nancy.

“You can’t keep avoiding this, Steve. You’re in this now” is the first thing out of her mouth, “are you going to help? The kids almost got hurt without any help and I thought-“

“I went over to that house just to apologize, Nancy. Not to throw my life away fighting monsters, did you forget we’re also kids? I’m sixteen. You’re sixteen!” He’s never been ashamed to fight dirty, “I thought the supergirl closed that stupid gate, anyway?”

He watches as Nancy’s frustration grows, and he suddenly realizes how much they wouldn’t work at all. Ever.

“It doesn’t matter! We need help and you’re in!”

Shaking his head, he decides it’s not worth fighting and just says, “it does matter and i’m out. I’m not your boyfriend, I’m not even your friend. Leave me alone and I’ll stay out of your way”

And he simply walks away.

~

Like on one hand it seems in character but I’m still doubtful. Because Nancy is complicated, so I’m always afraid of writing her. I did a lot with her in this specific fic too 😅 but since it’s written in Eddie’s pov, she isn’t the…greatest. (He very much doesn’t like her lol)

Anyway, if anyone has pointers 👀 send them my way!

[cbmnet]

#Supergirl #ALegionOfDoom #TheCW #WarnerBros #CBM

[herpronuonsarefemslash]

You Like the Taste of Danger (It Shines Like Sugar on Your Lips) - Teaser

The first chapter of a sequel to Bioweapons and Beef Stew, with Aethyta needing to help her Little Wing, Liara having a lot on her plate right now, and Lex Luthor not measuring up to Aria T'Loak.

https://www.patreon.com/posts/61784814

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Benezia hurt Liara. 

Three words, three fucking words, and a hundred and eleven years of hurt were just gone and she was out of the Terminus like a vorcha with a missile up its ass, burning favors that had been ripening for centuries to get her customs file spritzed and wiped down, get back into the Republic’s good graces, and get on a ship to where her girls–at least one of them–needed her. 

If she ever had had trouble sleeping or keeping food down, it was literally a thousand years ago, because her life gets pretty pyjackfucking clear around fifteen, when her brain started making memories on the regular and she became aware of how fucking horny and embarrassing her parents were. 

Aethyta knows she’s done some shit that’s three relay jumps past wrong. And she’s never lost a night’s sleep over it. Perks of being a heartless bitch. 

Slept like a malyk cub until she had to contend with the idea of Benezia doing something that hurt Liara and someone thinking the situation had gotten so Lucen-fucked terrible that the cautionary example of the matriarch stage ought to be involved.

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The doctors assigned to Benezia’s case scare the scales off her: Neurologists, psychiatrists, bioticists…a whole list of things together add up to ‘what if the steadiest matriarch on Thessia lost her Goddess-blessed mind’. The one next to her is Dr. Nerya D’Vaes, multidisciplinary something Liara or Nezzy would know, but she doesn’t. She’s always been a dark-alleys asari, not a nicely-decorated classroom asari. Those weren’t the kind of smarts she brought to the table. Whatever their last names were, Nezzy was slumming. They both got off on it. 

Nezzy wrote her once or twice, complaining about Liara in ways carefully crafted to make Aethyta proud of the kid–like that wasn’t a fucking given, she’s Nezzy’s–and one of them mentioned Liara trying to work out exactly how little sleep she could get away with before the House Doctor got on her case. 

Nerya’s jumpier than a salarian on stims, her eyes flicking from display to display, scrolling though her datapad faster than she can read, flincing, and scrolling back. 

Aethyta suspects that this four-century-old brat has been this anxious and flighty since she was Liara’s age. 

“It’s an honor,” she mumbles, bouncing her knee so hard that Aethyta just slaps a stasis around the joint to stop her. “Benezia’s a remarkable speci-person…I mean, not that…It’s not like I want to study her in a lab! Astonishing what happens in matriarch’s brains…minds, it’s hard to call what happens in there just electricity and chemicals…I just hope I can help her.” 

“Yeah, kid. Me too.”

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I have now seen forty humans in chunky spacesuits go through a coming-aboard ceremony that would give the Turian Primarch a hard-on, Aethyta thinks. Cross that off the list. 

A blonde human–maybe human, she’s not sure what parts they have and that jumpsuit is not quite doing the job of hiding a bulge–is doing her part for sanitation by just floating over the deck. Floating, even though the ship has gravity. Every sense Aethyta has except sight and sound is telling her the world tilts towards the kid–mass, gravity, potential for energy–and when she stretches her senses out, sending energy through the kid to see what’s so weird about her, it’s like trying to focus her biotics on a goddamned black hole.  A four armed robo-something is hovering next to her on some sort of mass effect field, waving politely with it’s right arms. 

And now whatever she is, I’ve met one of those. Cross it off the list, too. 

It’s time to act like a grownup. “Fuck.”

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The door chimes and opens. 

“Liara?” 

She spins her chair away from her mother’s bed and looks over the newcomer. She could not possibly be anything but a matriarch by her height but she’s lean–almost serpentine–compared to the usual curves of that life stage. Like Shepard’s, her gait is measured, her stance seemingly rigidly upright. But there are bends, flexes, the wound-spring movements, the ever-readiness of a body and mind habituated to the role of predator. Were she not a few inches taller than Benezia, Liara would think her slimness and physicality that of a clanless huntress, not the highborn matriarch, a member of the Thirty, no less, that her birthmark says she must be. She could disappear wholly behind Benezia’s silhouette.

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“Can I help you?” 

The newcomer coughs. It’s a rough gesture; far rougher than her lovely mehir-berry red and ‘matriarch black’ gown and Liara has to wonder why this matriarch appears. The asari standing behind her is a doctor, clearly, and the others, bodyguards. 

“It’s easier to explain in a conversational meld,” she huffs. “There’s…background.” 

The roll of her eyes invokes a fleeting resemblance to Shepard and the strange beauty of detachment: Of being the most dangerous, or powerful, or beautiful presence in the room merely by refusing to acknowledge the universe’s say in the matter. 

“Very well.”

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Rain…laughter…attention presidium residents, simulated weather failure, please take shelter…shivering bodies…“Let’s get you warm”…the shower meant to raise their bodies to a safe temperature becomes more… meld black eyes, her mothers…meld black eyes, this stranger’s…morning…faint bruises peppering Benezia’s midsection…a dreamleaf cigarette? she used to smoke?…rolling over in the sheets to tip it into the ashtray… breakfast in bed…meeting up again for lunch…biotics lighting the room like the core of a sun when powerful bodies peak together…a pillow to the face and a soft shove out the door with a foot, casting a glance over a shoulder at smeared makeup and a smirk that says Hurry up and come back to me.

Rage and hurt, incandescent, inescapable as a black hole and destructive…she kept the bracelet…she kept the bracelet…she always has reasons…Goddess, let me still mean something to her…a kaleidoscope of liquor glasses and bars of decreasing standards…a four-eyed head walking into a crosshairs and then vanishing in a spray of ruined metal and flesh…rolling off the ledge behind the cover of the rooftop and thinking of rolling into Benezia’s arms…dreamleaf cigarette, Her brand, least I can do, warp-sensitive match flickering cobalt blue with actual fire, not warpfire…tip cherry red as she puffs, walking down a dirty alleyway.

“Well, then, give me your wisdom, Matriarch. I seem to recall that you getting me like this is how we got her.”…both of them laughing like drunk maidens at that…“Can’t keep treating her like a baby bird, Nezzy. She’s gonna raise a storm with those little wings…”

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Emotion from both sides slices the meld like a knife.

“Hey, hey, hey…” The matriarch rubs circles on Liara’s back as sore lungs fight to pull in enough air, reeling from the weight of nearly two centuries of love and grief and pride compressed into flashes that took less than an hour. 

“Little Wing. That’s yours, not hers. She didn’t always call me that. But one day, she never called me anything else. Ainthar.” 

The matriarch pulls her closer, tucks her crest under her chin, and rocks back and forth. 

“Funny, only time I did it this way around was you, kid. I carried your half-sisters,” she jokes. “More work.”

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Aria learned a long time ago not to go for…what did that one idiot call them?…style points when it comes to dealing with threats to her organization. She rules the Terminus because she fights like a thug, but plans like a commando. When an enemy is broken to nothing but ragged breath and bruised flesh, she may play with her food. Not before.

That’s what makes this so delicious. She has not quite deduced their endgame–if these short-lived morons had one–but she’s ensured they’re no threat. 

Even on Omega, a fast fever followed by a whole station full of people retching at the smell? Granted, the aroma was always a weak point in civic life here. Quarian, turian, drell and human females growing cocks? Half of her asari dancers unable to stop begging for it, the other half whimpering in pain in their apartments, only to emerge black-eyed, ravenous, with dripping azures and the fronds of their crowns thicker, longer, and beyond fierce? Followed by a week of rutting each other against every surface? 

Strange few weeks, even by Omega’s standards. She did have to multitask and work through her own pain–the effects on the sex organs of an asari her age were even more pronounced–and then work through a parade of sniffling, shaking playmates who couldn’t function without a fuck at the start of their shift.

“Lex Luthor…” Aria hums. “Wealthy man. Clever enough, for someone your age. Clever for a child.” 

He screams into the gag. Ego. Ego is always the weakness of his kind. His lackeys mean nothing to him. The life of his little mistress here means nothing, even if she would be clever and more fearsome than him in the long run, if removed from his shadow. He can build and understand and do, and do it younger than those around him, so he doesn’t value experience. 

She crooks a finger and pulls the gag off with her biotics. 

“What were you doing here?”

[aspidities]

It is Friday, my dudes, and I am posting Just Curious (Is It Serious?) again. Check your divination altars and augers.

Soo this chapter was supposed to be the start of the ending, and it kind of is, but it ended up being much-needed character conversations and fluffy smut, so you get that instead while I try to write an ending that isn’t Entirely Bad.

Enjoy Kara’s self-inflicted trauma and Lena’s very patient waiting it out! And also me waiting diligently for an excuse to use this gif:

Come join the nerds over on Patreon for Chapter 13 or catch up and darken your doorway with some good ol rollicking rut smut over at AO3 for Chapter 12

And a very good pre-Spoopy Month Weekend to you all! 🦇

[super-sextual-stories]

I’m reading The Beauty of the Experience and oh my is it amazing! Chapter 28’s ending had me laughing like you wouldn’t believe. I wanted to ask, since Andy seems to be figuring out on her own what caused her parents separation, would she ever ask Lena or Andrea? Is that something her siblings or her will ever know? I ask because there’s a point where some things are just hard to hide and we also reach a point in life where we see people for who they are. And given that at some point white lies as described in the story can potentially become hurtful. Lena also mentions in thought that she hates lying to them. Would they see the pregnancy as yet another lie? In essence I guess what I’m trying to say is that even though they keep the kids in the dark to protect them they eventually come out of the dark themselves by picking up on things even if they don’t know what’s going on they pick up on emotions, body language, tone of voice etc. As Lillian points out they deserve to know. And further lying or prolonging of the truth can make it worse(by this I mean them realizing they knew a different version of the person that wasn’t the true version everyone knew because I think as people even if it was their parent they wouldn’t want to be around a person like that) But I like to think based on how you write them even if they hold back information from them Andy & Sophia, especially Andy, knows what’s up. That’s just the musings of my mind.

Gosh I meant to answer this a while back because it’s such a fantastic question! But here we are on chapter 30, so please forgive me.

One of the reasons I love writing this AU so much is because of the complexities and layers involving the kids, Andrea’s transgressions, and Lena’s attempts to protect her kids from the truth of how horrible her ex was. That being said, you’re right! White lies, while intended to be kind, end up no different than straight up lies the longer they drag on. And kids are magnificent sponges that just absorb everything around them, especially when you try to keep them in the dark.

Andy is undoubtedly smart and due to being the eldest she’s definitely more aware of Andrea’s behavior. She’s certainly pieced together enough to guess at what went down, and her little digs at Andrea hopefully make that clear. Sophia internalized a lot of what she witnessed with Andrea, and she’s coming to terms with what she processed and how she feels now that she’s growing into someone different from Andrea. There will be a point when Lena (and Andrea) will have to outright explain why their marriage dissolved because of Andrea’s infidelity. With any luck, it might help them begin to heal from it as a family, but if you're curious to how they’re all getting along so far, Chapter 36 is now on my Patreon and Chapter 30 is up on ao3.

[overstimulatethis]

Strange: Changes, Part 1 [Supercorp fanfic]

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairing: Supercorp

Rating: E

Summary: Lena knew there was something different about Kara--well, aside from being an alien. Lena was used to being "on edge" around Kara, but it had gotten to the point where all Kara had to do was walk into the room and Lena's underwear would be soaked through. Something very strange was happening to Lena, and Kara Danvers was the one with the answers.

Chapter: 1/1

Part: 1/? (Next)

Lena knew there was something different about Kara—well, aside from being an alien. Lena’d had that one figured out for a while now, as Kara Danvers just wasn’t actually all that skilled at keeping her secret identity a secret. She’d decided to keep quiet about it until Kara felt comfortable enough to tell her, herself.

It wasn’t even about Lena’s feelings for her. Lena had known lust and love alike, had been so in love that she felt like she was dying, and while Lena definitely loved Kara with every part of her being, that wasn’t what caused this feeling either. No, this was something else.

Something about Kara… made her tense, although that wasn’t exactly the right word. Not anxious, either, even though she did always feel as if she were waiting for the pin to drop, holding her breath for something. It wasn’t even necessarily anything bad, just… strange.

Once Lena noticed and started speculating more on this Kara-induced feeling, she started noticing patterns, as well—she was Lena Luthor, after all—and quite a few of them. For instance, almost like a menstrual cycle, the feeling would get stronger for almost a week out of each month.

Also, during that week, Kara always avoided her for at least one day, sometimes even two or three. Lena wouldn’t even receive a responding text from her on those days, and, considering that the only other times that had happened before were times when Supergirl had been put out of commission, it was an interesting factor.

Everything started crossing into mind-boggling territory when certain… other kinds of feelings started coinciding with this strange tenseness. While Lena was used to damp patches in her underwear when Kara would unwittingly show off her muscles or make suggestive statements, she most certainly was not used to her thighs clenching, clit throbbing, and underwear becoming soaked at her mere presence. She loved Kara and was extremely attracted to her, yes, but for her to not have to say or do anything to cause this effect on Lena….

Before she could study this particular phenomenon more, however, Kara’s disappearances drastically increased. By that point, Lena had become closer to the rest of Kara’s friends, and so would regularly be in contact with Winn and Alex. She knew, then, that Kara wasn’t injured or in danger whenever she made dodgy excuses to cancel plans, but the superfriends made sure not to tell Lena any more than was passably polite.

Instead, in Kara’s absence, something else started happening to Lena. Like lust and love, Lena had also known loneliness before. When Kara’s silence stretched from days to weeks, however, Lena’s entire body was wracked with such painful emotion that all she could do was curl up in bed and cry for hours. She hadn’t done that since boarding school, and yet this wasn’t even the same feeling. As she cried, her thighs clenched and her pussy gushed, squeezing around nothing. She felt… empty, but not in the way she’d previously experienced with depression. This was innately sexual, and it was honestly horrifying.

Why was Kara causing all of these strange feelings? This couldn’t be normal, right?

No amount of masturbation helped. Nothing would satiate the sudden craving Lena seemed to have for the Girl of Steel. By the sixth day, Lena was snapping at Jess—Jess! Of all the undeserving people—for the most trivial of things. By the twelfth, Lena had Jess cancel or reschedule all meetings that couldn’t be had over the phone.

On the sixteenth day with no word from Kara, Lena got so desperate that she forbade anyone, Jess included, from entering her office for two hours. Then, she fucked herself until her desk chair was ruined, and she was able to definitively say that even four fingers weren’t enough to make her satisfied. She felt like she was losing her mind, honestly. She spent half an hour of that time silently sobbing as she desperately tried to make herself orgasm, but even though she was aroused beyond believe, nothing could send her over the edge.

The seventeenth day was thus spent as the first sick day Lena Luthor had ever taken. When she woke up, she knew immediately that she had to see Kara, no matter what it took. After calling Jess to let her know what to do in her absence, Lena opened her balcony doors before sitting down on the bed and pulling up her texts with Kara.

I know your secret. Come to my place to talk. I know you can get here quickly.

She typed it out and hit send quickly. Honestly, using Kara’s secret like this would probably normally make her sick to her stomach, but there were too many other senses firing off for her to notice anything of the sort. It felt like she had no choice—she was completely falling apart, and it had something to do with Kara Danvers. Lena needed answers.

Not even thirty seconds later, just as Lena had expected, Kara appeared to float above the balcony railing. Also to be expected, she looked like she was hesitating to approach for a multitude of reasons. She wasn’t wearing the suit, but instead was in Kara Danvers attire without the glasses.

Unsurprisingly, Kara’s arrival brought with it a new wave between Lena’s thighs. Lena could see Kara’s eyes flit to the way her fingers clenched the bedsheets she was sitting on. “Kara, I need answers,” she said, more desperately than she’d intended.

Kara fell softly to the ground, crinkle appearing between her eyebrows as she stepped up to the balcony doors. “Lena, I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. It wasn’t because you were a Luthor, or because I didn’t trust you, or anything like that, I can…”

Lena’s eyes squeezed shut as she shook her head. “Kara, this isn’t about Supergirl, I’ve known that for months,” she rushed out. She was squirming on the bed; how could Kara not tell? “I need to know what you’re doing to me.”

The crinkle grew deeper. Kara opened her mouth as if to talk, but as soon as she stepped into Lena’s bedroom, she quickly raised a hand to cover it. The other hand flew to grab onto the doorframe, as if Kara had been knocked back, and a high-pitched whining noise erupted at the same time Kara said, “Oh, Rao.”

It took Lena a few seconds to process that the whine had come from her own throat, as she was now on her knees, on the floor, wanting to run to Kara but not having the strength in her legs or control over her body. How could she smell Kara, especially from ten feet away? And so suddenly, too. Had the wind outside been keeping it from her before this moment? All it did now was intensify the throbbing between her legs and her desperation. “Kara,” she whined again.

That seemed to kick her into some kind of gear, at least, as Kara quickly shoved her hands into her own hair and moved back out onto the balcony. “Fuck!” Lena was too distracted to even be surprised at the curse coming from Kara’s mouth. “I’m so sorry, Lena, I’m so, so, so sorry. I’ll be right back. I’ll fix it, I promise. I’m so sorry.”

…and then she was gone. Lena couldn’t hold back the sudden sob that came at the realization that Kara had flown away. The next thing she knew, she had fallen onto her side in the fetal position, and she just wanted everything to stop. “Please,” she sobbed to no one.

Ten seconds later, the floor shook as Kara quickly and roughly landed on the balcony once more. The concrete cracked beneath her feet, but she didn’t seem to be paying attention to that. She ran over to Lena, immediately babbling out information.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think about how that would look or feel to you when I left, that was so stupid of me.” She knelt down beside Lena and started unwrapping a small package in her hands. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think I’d have to deal with any of this here, and I’ve almost forgotten it all! I’m so sorry I brought you into this, I’m so sorry.”

“Kara…” Lena wanted to tell her to stop apologizing and either fuck her or give her some actual answers—preferably the former—but Kara kept talking.

“If you take one of these pills, that should still be a sufficient dose without being enough for—well, an alien. It’s a suppressant, it’ll help.

“Hopefully,” she added under her breath as Lena slowly reached out to take the pill. Nothing was making any sense, but she trusted Kara with her life, so she would follow her instructions.

When their fingers brushed, Lena gasped, and Kara tensed up. “Take it now, Lena,” Kara said—no, ordered. There was something about her tone that had Lena complying immediately, even through the haziness her brain was under. She popped the pill into her mouth and swallowed it dry before Kara could even hand her the bottle of water she’d brought, as well.

Even though she knew better than to expect instantaneous relief, Lena couldn’t help but whine when the pill didn’t take effect immediately. Kara bit her lip at the sound, and that was it—Lena couldn’t hold herself back anymore.

As soon as she moved, though, Kara jumped up and to the wall opposite her so quickly that Lena almost didn’t even see her move. “Lena, for your own safety, I have to leave until the suppressant kicks in,” she said almost robotically.

Lena saw red. “No,” she nearly growled, chest tightening at the thought of Kara disappearing again. “You can’t leave, please.” Her tone quickly dropped back to the desperate whine it was earlier. She still had no clue what was going on, and whatever this “suppressant” was, it still wasn’t working.

“I’m sorry,” Kara said for the thousandth time. “Even if I tried to explain now, you wouldn’t hear or understand me. Your mind is too one-tracked right now. I’ll be back in half an hour. I’m so sorry.”

Lena found herself at a loss for words, as it did look like it was physically paining Kara to be moving away from her. When Kara flew away, Lena collapsed back onto the floor, no energy left to do anything but trust that Kara was right when she said it would be fixed soon.

Honestly, when Lena woke up, she thought it had all been a long, possibly-fever-induced dream. She was in her bed, and she physically felt pretty close to normal—but no, her balcony doors were open to the setting sun, and there was a note on the pillow next to her.

Alex said your body isn’t used to this much “up and down,” so it’s understandable that you’d need to rest up. I hope it’s okay that I picked you up to put you in bed—I didn’t want you to wake up sore from sleeping on the floor :( I kept my hands in respectful places! I promise! Pinky promise!

Anyways, let me know when you’re awake and ready to talk, and I’ll come back and explain everything. I’m sorry, again, for letting this happen to you in the first place.

Alex also…

There had been quite a bit of erasing and rewriting done here, Lena could tell.

…said that there are some non-disclosure forms you need to sign regarding you-know-what, so just be prepared for those, I guess. I’ll explain more about that when I get there, too, I promise!

Kara certainly seemed full of apologies and promises today.

So, text me! Or call me, or whatever you want to do! :)

-K <3

If anything, Lena had more questions now than she had to begin with. Nothing was making sense, so she hurried to find her phone. I’m awake now. Short and simple, surely the complete opposite of the conversation she was about to have with Kara. No sooner had the “delivered” sign popped up on her screen did the aforementioned alien appear on her balcony once more, this time clad in Super-gear.

Lena furrowed her eyebrows in suspicion. “How…?”

“Nothing!” Kara blurted out immediately. Her eyes were wide, and they started dancing around the room. “I mean, uh….”

“Kara,” Lena said with an even tone, “That… medicine you gave me helped incredibly, but I’m still very tired. I would appreciate if we didn’t play any games today.” She gave Kara a soft smile, hoping to convey that she wasn’t upset. One of the blessings and curses bestowed upon Kara was her sensitive nature, one whose subtleties Lena had made sure to learn how to navigate.

Kara blushed a bit, but she nodded firmly before taking a hesitant step through the balcony doors.

They both let out audible sighs of relief when nothing of significance happened.

“Honestly, I was a bit worried that the medicine would still be too strong for a human… so I kind of….”

“…Stuck around to keep an eye on me?” Lena finished when Kara trailed off. Her blush deepened, Lena smiled at her again. “That’s sweet, Kara. Thank you. Now, can you explain what’s been going on?”

Kara’s face settled into a more neutral expression as she nodded once more. Lena motioned for her to take a seat next to her on the bed, but Kara seemed to hesitate and sat down in an armchair instead.

“So… you know I’m Supergirl, so you must know I’m from Krypton.” Lena nodded. “Well, things are—were… different there. Er,” she blushed again, looking at the ceiling, “reproduction-wise, I guess? We don’t really define ourselves by male and female, but more on a, uh, an Alpha, Beta, Omega dynamic.”

Lena could feel her eyebrows furrowing again as she tried to process this new information. “Okay… and what defines those classes?”

“Well, a couple different things.” Kara cleared her throat, and she suddenly wouldn’t look Lena in the eye at all. “There are different pheromones that we emit. Each class emits a different kind and responds to others’ differently, too. And then, there’s, uh….” She reached up as if to fiddle with her glasses, which weren’t there, and instead pushed her hair behind her ear before nearly whispering, “Genitalia.”

Oh.

“How so?” Lena really didn’t mean to keep pushing, especially when Kara was obviously uncomfortable, but she was naturally curious, and Kara wasn’t exactly being forthcoming with the information.

Kara cleared her throat again before speaking in what sounded like a very carefully-controlled, even tone. “Alphas tend to have penises, Omegas tend to have vaginas, and Betas can have either.” She softened a bit, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear again. “Really, it’s almost as fluid as sexuality, but that was how the majority… operated.”

Oh. Things were starting to click together in Lena’s mind. She could feel herself jumping to conclusions, getting ahead of Kara, so she started to ask, “And which are you?” Before she could finish, though, Kara was already answering.

“I’m an Alpha.”

There was that fucking tone again. Kara lifted her chin with the words and everything. Lena felt a shiver run down her back, and while it was nothing compared to what she’d felt before taking the pill, she still took care to calm herself down. Only half of the story had been explained so far.

“So, what does all of this have to do with me?” The question hung in the air for a heavy moment, and with Kara’s suddenly-apprehensive expression, Lena suddenly felt as if she had been sentenced to death row with her brother.

“Well… I would have asked my cousin, but he’s a Beta, and so he never even noticed anything about it. He didn’t know this system existed. So, I had to ask my mom—well, not actually my mom,” Kara hurried to correct herself, “but a virtual recreation of her, a database of her knowledge and memories. While you were sleeping, I went and asked her if there had every been anything like this before. She reminded me of this…” she scoffed, a bit incredulously. “There was this story—I thought it was a fairytale! A story told to kids at bed time! I mean, it was basically our Romeo and Juliet.

“Daxam and Krypton were enemy civilizations. Their culture, their nature, their beliefs were all entirely different. But a Kryptonian girl fell in love with a Daxam boy. The only thing was, Daxam didn’t have Alphas or Omegas. They were more like humans, except definitely freer in their definitions of gender.”

Kara took a breath and finally glanced at Lena for a moment. There was something different in the way she looked at Lena now, she was noticing—Kara looked almost reverent, and while she was used to the gaping goldfish kind of expression from her when she was being flirted with, this was definitely something new.

“Anyways, their love for each other was so strong—they were soulmates, which, I guess I should have explained, is also a thing that we have.” Kara paused, swallowed, and cleared her throat before continuing. “Some people have multiple, some people stop looking after the first one they find; it’s all up to the individual, really, but I’m getting off track again.

“Because they were soulmates, the Daxam boy started to change. Obviously, they loved each other no matter what their genitalia was or what the Kryptonian girl’s pheromones were telling her, but the Daxam boy… started turning into an Omega. Because the Kryptonian girl was an Alpha. His physiology itself changed in response to his feelings for her.”

…Oh.

“…as well as, um,” Kara looked down at her lap and was blushing the brightest now, “her feelings for him.”

Fuck.

Lena’s underwear was starting to feel damp again. “So this thing that I’m experiencing, that I had to take the medicine for…?”

“…Is your first heat,” Kara answered, meeting Lena’s gaze with a flushed face and pupils blown so wide Lena thought of black holes. “I guess your body has been preparing for it for a while, but I couldn’t smell anything off about you. I knew something was different, something was strange, but…. Now, you’ll give off ridiculously strong pheromones that any Alpha within ten miles will be able to smell. And literally all you’ll crave is sex—particularly,” she cleared her throat, “sex with one person. Your… soul mate. It’s… honestly, I’ve heard it’s ridiculously hard, if not impossible, to be satisfied with anything else during your heat.” Her voice cracked a bit on the last word.

They were both starting to fall apart again, Lena could feel it. She was… very confused about everything, yet she also felt like she was starting to understand. Whatever was happening, it was because she was in love with Kara… and Kara loved her back.

Lena’s thirst had done her in. A part of her wanted to laugh about it. Most of her, though?

Her eyes darted down to Kara’s lips, back up to her eyes, then down to the bulge that was just now becoming ever-so-slightly noticeable under Supergirl’s skirt.

Most of her was craving Kara’s dick.

As if she could read Lena’s mind, Kara jumped up from her seat and moved across the room, like before. “Lena, please wait, I could seriously hurt you!”

That made Lena pause from getting up from the bed. Kara took her silence to mean she was listening once more.

“I’ve never mated with anyone before, let alone an Omega in heat. If I go into a rut—” A what, now? “—then I could lose all the judgment and control I’ve worked so hard to gain, and I could literally crush you when—uh, in the, uh, moment.”

Honestly, she had a point. Lena pursed her lips as her mind leapt ahead of their conversation. She got up and started pacing, far away from Kara, as she thought. “Kryptonite is the only thing that weakens you, right? But it’s not lethal to you in small doses…. What if we were to build something that emitted a low level of kryptonite radiation? Or at least something that would mimic it….”

She really didn’t think anything of it until Kara blurted out, “You’d have a high-tech, specialized machine built with top-secret alien materials just to have sex with me?”

Lena stopped pacing and met Kara’s gaze, feeling her face match Kara’s with a blush of her own. Her heart was thumping wildly in her chest, and she didn’t let herself hold back. “Kara, I think it’s quite obvious by now that I am very much in love with you, and that this isn’t just in regard to sex. I would move heaven and earth for you.”

That blindingly wide smile slowly stretched across Kara’s face in response. “Well, I can literally move earth for you, if you really wanted me to,” she teased. Lena couldn’t stop herself from smiling back, even if she wanted to. “In any case, though, uh, Alex actually already had a room like that made? It’s not for sex, though! It’s for sparring! Training stuff, you know. I told you, I haven’t, uh,” Kara chuckled, “had any experiences with anyone, so.”

Mine.

The thought surprised Lena, and it must have shown on her face, because Kara’s crinkle returned momentarily. However, the thought also sparked that delicious, slow burn between her thighs again. Was this an Omega thing, too?

“I just have a couple more questions,” Lena said, trying to keep from sounding so breathless, but failing.

“Anything,” Kara answered eagerly.

“Will the suppressants keep working if I just keep taking them?”

Kara winced, and that guilty look was back on her face. “I—it—it’s hard to tell? It varied from person to person back on Krypton, as far as I know, but I have no idea if things will be any different for a human. Some people could only use it to get through work or school, but then it’d wear off and not work again for a while. It worked so well on some others that they would basically not have their heat at all, though, but, uh… if they don’t work, and you try to just push through your heat without being—ahem—satisfied, then you run higher risks.”

Lena raised an eyebrow, which Kara took to mean to continue. When she did, there was weight to her tone that hadn’t quite been there before now. “There’s a higher possibility of ovarian cysts and other cancers of the reproductive system. You could suffer a psychotic break or fall into a deep depression. There have even been historical accounts of Omegas committing suicide because they just… wanted it to end, and it wouldn’t.”

Lena contemplated this information. It… scared her a bit, honestly, thinking back to how she had felt when Kara had flown away so suddenly earlier, when she’d felt so empty that she’d just wanted it all to stop. She could understand where those Omegas had come from, and she did not want to feel that way again. Kara’s crinkle was small now, but it was clear that she was starting to worry about Lena. “Okay. You have another suppressant pill on you, right?”

Kara nodded and pulled the rest of the dose out of a hidden pocket on her suit.

“Let me take it now. If it doesn’t work… well, then I’ll ask my second question.”

It wasn’t working.

Lena could feel it building in the pit of her stomach, the literal heat between her thighs. The first pill had knocked her out quickly, but this one still hadn’t had any effect after fifteen minutes.

She was seated on the bed again, with Kara in the other armchair, further away and trying to control her breathing. Lena gripped the sheets tightly as she looked up at the Alpha—her Alpha, that strange voice insisted—and said, “I think I’m ready to ask my second question, Kara.”

Supergirl’s head snapped up to meet Lena’s gaze again. It seemed like she was holding her breath now—did she even need to breathe? Lena would ask later; this question was more important.

“Those days you’d disappear and wouldn’t reply to my messages… was that because you wanted to fuck me so badly but thought you couldn’t?”

Kara gasped, and that hidden bulge started to make its appearance again. “M—I mean, maybe?”

Lena looked back up to Kara’s face. “Did you have to run off and take care of yourself? Did you think of me each time you did it?”

Kara’s hands clenched on the arms of the chair she was sitting in, and a low, barely audible, honest-to-god growl came from her throat to resonate throughout Lena’s entire body.

“Kara, I love you, but now I need you to take me to that room and fuck me.”

Superspeed was a marvelous thing.

...but flying was a mistake.

They unfortunately didn’t realize this until they were already in the air, since Kara had acted so quickly to pick her up and get her to the kryptonite room. Luckily, the rushing wind around them helped to dampen the scent of each other’s pheromones, but they each suffered their own torture, being pressed so tightly against one another for the duration of the trip. Kara pushed her flight speed as fast as she could without risking injury to Lena in order to get them to the room as quickly as possible.

When they finally arrived, Kara landed next to Alex—at what appeared to be Winn’s desk?—placed Lena next to them, and used her superspeed to run back to the window. “Alex, J’onn, you have to keep me away from her until you open the sparring room.”

“Kara!” Alex shouted in shock, the delay in her reaction obvious. Kara was so hyped up that she didn’t even realize how quickly she’d been moving and talking.

“How come I can’t be trusted to help keep you from her?” Winn mumbled indignantly, even as he sat stock still in his chair.

Lena could see Kara’s fists clenched at her sides, and she didn’t notice the audible whimper escaping her throat until it was too late. She was already posed to take a step forward, toward her Al—Kara, but a firm, gentle hand on her arm stopped her.

A fierce growl rang out, echoing in the chamber they were in. Lena whined again, her thighs clenching together. Her knees were starting to shake—god, this was bad. Alex’s hand on her arm felt so wrong. She tried to squirm out of her grip, but Alex wasn’t having it. Kara continued to rumble out warnings, despite her previous orders to her sister.

“What the hell is going on?” Agent Danvers said, exactly as an older man—presumably this “J’onn”—said the same. He stepped in between Kara and Lena, and Lena had to force back a whimper at the fact that she couldn’t move to see around him due to Alex’s grip.

“Alex, I need you to take her to the sparring room.”

That goddamn tone. Alex practically had to hold her up at this point. She just barely managed to focus in time to see Agent Danvers give her sister a firm nod of acknowledgment. Then, she was being dragged through this… government facility? If she weren’t so completely and thoroughly distracted at the moment, Lena would probably normally be taking everything in with rapture. Maybe, if she were lucky and things went as she currently had planned, she would have half a mind to pay more attention upon her departure.

For now, though, she was content to fight back the whimpers and gasps caused by her thighs rubbing together as they walked. She was sure to be thoroughly embarrassed around Alex after today—she had definitely never planned on being this… open about her sex life with her. And yet, here they were, with Lena soaking through her underwear and trembling to her core, hungry for Agent Danvers’s sister’s dick. What a biography this could make one day….

Suddenly, the hand on her arm was gone. She was in a dark room, now, and Alex was pressing buttons on a tablet on the wall. The dim lights overhead shifted to a familiar green—Lex’s cackling laughter echoed in the back of her mind for a split second—and then Alex took her wordless leave.

There was nothing in this room to even look at, so Lena had nothing to do but wait, squirming as she was.

The door burst open not a moment later, and it was as if Kara momentarily forgot the purpose of this room in the first place, as if she had tried to use her super speed to get to Lena, before being quickly reminded of its impossibility. At this realization, she looked up and met Lena’s eyes, her excited grin contradicting her hungry gaze.

Then Lena whimpered, and that grin completely disappeared.

She felt like she was falling—and maybe she was, but how did Kara still manage to catch her without superspeed? Her darling, she was so good, her arms felt so good around her….

Lena clenched her hands around the fabric of Kara’s suit, desperately trying to bring her closer. Her nose was pressed into the crook of Kara’s neck, and oh, that must be those pheromones Kara had told her about. Lena let out a growl—pitiful, compared to Kara’s answering one—and bit into Kara’s shoulder, hoping that it would make her do something.

Indeed, Kara took the signal for what it was and picked Lena up by her thighs, walking over to the nearest wall. Lena, groaning at the feeling of Kara’s erection pressing against her center, wrapped her legs around Kara’s hips and arms around her shoulders just as her back slammed into the wall.

Then, Kara’s mouth was covering her own. As much force and power as there was behind the kiss, there was still a hint of gentleness, as if she could still break her, that made Lena’s heart swoon and pussy throb.  It was rough, but Lena craved it, partly wished that Kara had just fucked her with all her strength back in her apartment instead of weakening herself.

…However, as Kara ground their hips together and squeezed her thighs, Lena knew that it wouldn’t matter. Kara would give her exactly what she needed.

Kara suddenly pulled back with a growl. “Fuck,” she shouted. “I forgot to… ugh!” She let go of Lena’s left leg, which dropped to the ground, and slammed a fist into the wall above Lena’s head.

Lena whimpered, and while it was more out of arousal than any kind of fear, Kara still softened and immediately apologized. “I forgot to tell you about a really important aspect of this, and I’m so sorry I forgot and for keeping you waiting….” She gently lowered Lena’s other leg until both of her feet were on the ground, then raised a hand to brush it through Lena’s hair.

Lena couldn’t help but lean into the contact, pressing a hard kiss to Kara’s wrist and taking a deep breath.

“There’s, like, a ridiculously high chance I could get you pregnant.”

Lena froze, her lips parting slightly in surprise against Kara’s skin. By the time she met Kara’s eyes, she was already rambling out further explanation.

“Alphas are just always really… potent, I guess. I didn’t think about it when you asked about the differences before! I don’t know why! Oh, I guess,” Kara’s blush had deepened to a bright red by this point, “there’s also, um, that Omegas tend to be… really fertile, as well. As in, like… twins and the like were not uncommon between Alpha and Omega couples on Krypton. My mom had a twin sister. And when I was eight, I remember my class in school had two pairs of twins and three sets of triplets, which I always thought was funny, but the professor struggled with it, obviously—”

“Kara,” Lena interrupted, trying her hardest to push through the haze and focus on what she was learning. “Do you know if human contraception will work?”

Kara grimaced, looking at the ceiling and then back at Lena. “…I don’t. It’s never been tested before, obviously.”

“Not even condoms?” Lena asked with a raised eyebrow. If Kara was about to try to pull some straight boy bullshit on her….

“Well, the only thing about that is…” at Lena’s glare, she quickly carried on, “it’s not me! You’re going to want me to—to c-come inside you. Omegas… it’s a part of the craving. And sometimes, it’s not possible to be satisfied unless… that happens.”

This… this was important. Lena could think clearly enough to recognize that. “Kara, you cannot do that. Do you understand?” Kara nodded, but that wasn’t enough. Lena had to be sure. “No matter how much I beg or cry or—” she paused for a shiver as she imagined, just for a moment, letting Kara come inside her, and honestly, she’s a lesbian and shouldn’t even want that. And yet…. “You can’t, Kara. I can’t risk it. Not yet. Please, promise me.”

The fact that she’d implied she would allow it to happen in the future didn’t really register until after Kara voiced her promise, but she didn’t really have time to focus on it, anymore. Kara was kissing her again, and those strong hands were running down Lena’s back to her ass. She could feel Kara getting harder, and it was the last straw. She was much too hot—she needed both of them naked with Kara’s dick inside her, now.

And Kara—wonderful, perfect Kara—only needed to hear Lena’s choked-out “please” to understand what she needed. Soon, they were both laying on the ground, bodies too heated to react to the cold metal against their newly-exposed skin. It would have been embarrassing in any other situation, she supposed, but Lena’s wetness had dripped to cover her inner thighs almost down to her knees by the time Kara ripped her underwear off.

When she saw Kara’s dick, Lena was honestly conflicted—she wanted it inside her, but she also wanted to taste it, to feel it, to hear what Kara would sound like if Lena were to have it deep in her throat. But Kara soon had a condom on and entered her swiftly, and Lena knew nothing would beat this feeling.

Kara’s dick stretched her, that was certain, but it was delicious. That emptiness she’d been feeling immediately went away, replaced by a new hunger: to be thoroughly fucked.

With each thrust, Kara increased her speed. Lena’s moans were timed with the wet slapping sounds of Kara entering her over and over again. “Faster,” she gasped, and Kara obeyed. “Fuck, yes!”

Kara growled in response, gripping Lena’s hips tightly and lifting them up off the floor. She held them aloft and, with each thrust, pulled Lena’s body to her. Kara hit her so deep that Lena thought she saw stars for a moment. The pure strength her Alpha showed, the way she so easily manipulated her body even when weakened… Lena would have to create a plan to wean Kara away from the Kryptonite room, to train her control when she came…

Oh, god, that craving Kara talked about hit her full force at the thought. Lena could feel Kara’s thick cock rubbing against her g-spot with each thrust, and she knew she was going to come soon. “Right there,” she nearly yelled.

Kara let out the most languid moan Lena had ever heard in her life. “Fuck, Lena!”

Lena came silently, imagining the feeling of Kara’s come inside her, how full it would feel. When her body started to come down from the high, though, she immediately whimpered in disappointment, a feeling akin to the emptiness from before wracking her body. She wrapped her legs tightly around Kara’s hips, locking her ankles together to try to pull her in deeper, even though she felt as if that weren’t possible. “God, Kara, I need more,” she sobbed, running her hands through her Alpha’s golden hair and pleading with her. “Fill me, please, I need you….”

Kara’s chest rumbled with an inaudible growl. She buried her face into Lena’s neck and lightly gripped the skin there with her teeth for a moment. For some reason, it immediately gave her a sense of calm, albeit small in the moment.

Kara then pulled back to look her in the eyes. “You know I can’t do that, Lena.” That tone was there, but not commanding; instead, it was comforting. Lena could physically feel it washing over her, and it made her melt into Kara’s embrace. “There is something else I can do, though.”

Lena could feel the desperate look of hopefulness on her face. Kara’s hips, seemingly involuntarily, thrust forward once before speaking again.

“If I… hold back long enough, a sort of knot forms at the base of my….” Kara trailed off with a blush.

“Your cock, Kara?” The look on her face in response made her pussy clench around the aforementioned member. However, she then felt her own eyes widening as Kara lifted a hand to her throat and lightly, but firmly, pressed her into the floor. She could still breathe perfectly fine; Kara wasn’t applying any pressure whatsoever, and she was constantly watching Lena’s expression to make sure this was okay. Lena gave a small nod to give her a clear green light.

She never thought she’d see a wicked grin cross Kara Danvers’s face, and yet here she was. “They gave us some very… detailed sex-ed on Krypton. A lot of Alphas and Omegas like to get rough, apparently. I couldn’t really imagine the appeal until now.”

Lena moaned. She felt more wetness spill out around Kara’s cock, the base of which was, indeed, starting to swell into a knot the size of Lena’s fist. She pulled Kara’s hips closer to hers, and feeling just the very start of that new stretch nearly made her come again.

Kara applied just the slightest bit of pressure with her thumb and forefinger on either side of her neck, cutting off the oxygen to her brain while still letting her breathe. “Not yet,” she ordered in that tone. Lena couldn’t help but obey, even though her thighs started trembling from the effort of staying still.

Kara leant down to kiss her, slowly and deeply. Lena moaned into her mouth as their tongues rubbed together. After a moment, Kara started slowly thrusting into her again, as slow and deep as their kiss was. Lena pushed her hands into Kara’s hair again, pulling her closer and digging her heels into her back.

Kara growled and pulled away, but she didn’t pull out. “You need to learn to be patient, Lena. But not today.”

That tone really was going to be the end of her.

Kara pulled out smoothly, grabbed Lena’s thighs, and turned her over onto her stomach. She then tugged her up onto her knees and entered her swiftly from behind. Lena barely had time to gasp before Kara filled her again, but the sudden sensation of being pounded into by Kara’s thick cock made her scream. She couldn’t form coherent words, only moans and whines that eventually all changed into screams.

Every thrust, Lena could feel Kara’s knot growing, and the thought of it only made her wetter. Kara was in complete control over her body, though, with a brutal pace that left her shaking with her ass in the air. She was being completely manhandled, but she didn’t mind one bit.

“Are you ready, Lena? You ready for me to really fill you up?” Kara growled from behind her.

Lena could only let out a low whine in response, her face half-pressed into the pillow and tears streaming down her face.

The pain only lasted for a split second before the stretch itself took over, and fuck, Lena was sure she had never felt so good or come so hard in her life. She was pretty sure she screamed again, but she honestly might have blacked out, so she couldn’t be positive. She’d ask Kara later, she noted.

Oh, Kara. Her perfect Alpha. She was currently pressed against Lena’s back, shallowly thrusting every couple of seconds as she rode out her own orgasm. Next time, Lena decided, she wanted to see Kara’s face when she came.

It took her a few moments of silence to realize that Kara’s knot did seem to satiate her craving, at least for now. Every time Kara moved, she could feel herself stirring up, but it was no longer overwhelming. She felt more in control of herself than she had in weeks.

It was time to have some fun.

From what Kara had said so far, it seemed that Omegas tended to take on the submissive roles, but, well… she was Lena Luthor, after all.

“Kara, my Alpha,” she said with a soft moan, “let me ride your dick.”

Kara growled and complied immediately.

Strange as all of this was, Lena definitely couldn’t complain about how it turned out.

(Next)

[m00nslippers]

A/B/O Alpha!Kara and Omega!Jason. Through the same coincidence that meant Kryptonians and humans look identical, they both also have the same secondary genders. Kara is an alpha, which is rare for a female, which wouldn't bother her except that omega boys are even rarer and all the ones she had tried to date act like she should treat them like spun glass and be their dang mothers. "You're an alpha your supposed to take care of me!" And she does want to take care of them, she really does, she enjoys it, but she's also a girl and sometimes she wants to be taken care of too, to know that she has a partner she can rely on if she needs them, and maybe it's just the guys she's been dating, but none of the omega men she's been with felt reliable in that way. She pretty much swears off dating omegas after that, even though she's always loved the idea of having a mated relationship. 

She was attracted to Jason pretty much immediately. He's a take-charge badboy with an edge, mysterious but also had an almost secretive kindness. All the Bats use scent dampeners but she assumes he's an alpha, he just had that kind of self-sufficient authority stereotypically associated with the gender. She considers asking him out but she's a bit afraid of rejection. Alpha men tend to find alpha women gross or offputting, maybe it's the pheromones or maybe it's the anatomy, but she's never had a relationship with another alpha pan out, sometimes they try for a while but they get to the sex and nope right out. But Jason doesn't seem that way, and even if he wasn't interested she knows he would let her down kindly. 

She almost works herself up to asking. She's really considering it. She sees him on a rooftop in metropolis and tries to psych herself up. Yeah, she'll do it. She flies down and is suddenly hit with omega pheromones and...woah. Jason looks up and sees her and he's not okay. He's in heat. Jason is an omega and she has to beat down her instincts because all she wants to do right now is fly him to her apartment and have her alpha way with him. 

He finally seems to see her through the heat haze, see that she's reacting to him and he looks embarrassed, mortified even. "Well, this isn't how I wanted someone to find out I'm an omega."

"I...uh, do you...need some help? Getting somewhere I mean, not with anything else. Unless you wanted help with something else. Not that you need help, it's not like I feel different about you now that I know you're an omega, I know you're still a badass. I mean, yeah it really turns me on because I am so into omegas, but I was really into you when I thought you were an alpha too, and oh my god I need to just shut up, I'm going to shut up now."

[ao3feed-supercorp]

Huntress and wolf

by MeinPace

Overgirl accidentally landed on the Earth where Metallo!Lena is, and became a so-called "General" like Reign. She and lena were physically attracted to each other and developed a KINKY relationship. But at the same time, this earth's original Supergirl and Superfriends are secretly concocting a plan to overthrow the dictator.

Overgirl意外地降落在Metallo Lena所在的地球上，并和Reign一样成为了她的手下。abo宇宙，所以俩人会do点变态的i 但与此同时，这个地球上的超女和别的superfriends也存在，而且在计划推翻lena的恐怖统治。 简而言之就是一个双黑AU！

Words: 9529, Chapters: 1/1, Language: 中文-普通话 國語

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F

Characters: Earth-X Kara Danvers, Kara Danvers, Kara Zor-El, Lena Luthor, All superfriends

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Overgirl!Kara/Metallo!Lena

Additional Tags: Evil Supercorp, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Overgirl, Omega Lena Luthor, Chastity Device, Mention of torture, basically concentrate on the kinky dynamic between evil supercorp, not so graphic description of violence, they got a well deserved happy ending as super villians

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