kissing kate bishop & kara zor-el

You pull against the chains, and they groan but don’t give. You try again, grunting in pain when the effort makes you feel a sharp ache in your ribs, more than likely due to whatever Ana had shocked you with back in your apartment. Your vision swims again as the recent events come back to you in waves. Your apartment, the fight. And then your mind drifts to Kate. Fuck, what about Kate?

I’ll find a way out of here, Kate. You think to yourself, hoping the words will somehow subliminally reach her. I’ll make it back to you, I swear. Knowing Kate and the way she worried over you, you wouldn’t have been surprised if she already sent out a search party in all parts of New York. Or better yet, maybe she’d even join forces with Cindy.

A hiss across the room steals your attention and you look up as the reinforced doors slide open. Boots click against the concrete floor, and you can hardly hold back a growl as your least favorite woman comes into view. Ana Kravinoff steps inside wearing the same black tactical gear under a dark hunting jacket. Her expression carries the same amused smile you’d seen when you’d found her in your apartment, as if this were all just some game to her. Which it probably was. She hadn’t come out unscathed from the scuffle in your apartment—dried blood crusted around her nose from where you’d bashed your head back into her face, a collection of scrapes around her temple, a darkening bruise on her jawline.

Behind her, two mercenaries walk in, their eyes hidden behind black shades as they carry twin equipment cases. You watch as they set these equipment cases on a smooth black table, then watch as Ana dismisses them both with a wordless wave of her hand. They leave through the doors and they slide closed behind them.

Ana folds her arms behind her back. “I was wondering when you would wake, little spider,”

A facetious smirk plays on your lips. “Well, you know, I was just so comfortable in these chains. Slept like a baby, didn’t wanna get up,”

Ana chuckles. “You are so spirited. So feisty. I must say you are my most entertaining capture,”

You scoff. “If you’re aiming for flattery here, you’re grossly off the mark,”

“I am not one for flattery, little spider,” Ana says as she begins circling like a predator stalking their prey. “And supergeroi like you never listen to big bad like me,”

You follow Ana’s movements carefully. “So is this the part where you tell me your master plan? You know, your whole speech about how you want to finish what your father couldn’t and how somehow you need to capture all spider-people for that? You know, since I already seem so well-versed in what you’re going to say, why don’t we just fast forward to the fight, cut the fat? Though, it won’t really be a fair fight with me all restrained and whatnot,”

Ana stops directly in front of you. “You joke and you like to talk. Just like dark-haired friend of yours,”

Your body goes rigid at that. Even though Kate didn’t seem to be Ana’s target anymore, it’s clear she’d looked into her, at least a little. You’d give Ana that—she knew how to shut you up.

Ana keeps talking. “I have studied you for months, lurking in shadows where you can’t see me, where your little spider-sense can’t seem to reach. You throw yourself between strangers and certain death. You fall head over heels in love for girl with bow. You believe everyone deserves saving,”

Your jaw clenches. “Sounds like you’ve done your homework,”

Ana smiles wickedly. “Da,” she says simply, then she turns and walks back over to the table where her equipment cases still lie waiting. She slowly lifts the lid of one. Inside rests a row of glass vials filled with emerald liquid that shimmer beneath the fluorescent lights.

“New toys?” You ask.

Ana carefully lifts one vial. “This…” she turns so that the green liquid catches the light. “…is evolution. I have spent years perfecting it,” she admires the vial almost lovingly. “It strips away hesitation,” she looks back at you. “It removes doubt…” another step closer. “…it frees instinct,”

You pull against your restraints. “Can you stop talking in riddles and just say it straight?” You say, forcing confidence that you didn’t feel into your voice.

Ana holds a syringe next to the vial. “You and I are remarkably alike, you know,”

You huff out a bitter laugh. “Yeah, I highly fucking doubt that,”

“No? You don’t think?” Ana tilts her head. “We are both hunters. You simply hunt to protect,”

“I wouldn’t call what I do hunting,” you spit. “I save the world from maniacs like you, that’s what I do. You capture heroes to use as your playthings for your family’s fucked up honor. We are not the same,”

Ana purses her lips as she begins drawing the glowing serum into the syringe. Green liquid fills the chamber. “We are one degree of separation away from each other, are we not, little spider? And with the right motivation, I believe you could be every bit the predator my father would’ve regaled,”

The right motivation?

“I don’t want to be like you or your psycho father,” you argue. “I’m a hero,”

“Are you sure?”

You glare at her. “You don’t know the first thing about me.”

Ana approaches until only inches separate you. “I know that you are about to become everything you seem to hate,” the needle glints beneath the lights. “I’d like to see you save yourself from this,”

You inhale sharply. Your Spider-Sense comes to you as a whisper, not the blaring alarm you typically depended on, but a tiny spark prickling across the back of your neck. One word over and over. Move.

Without warning, you throw your entire weight sideways. The left restrain shrieks as the anchor plate rips halfway out of the concrete wall. Ana takes one quick step back. You hit the wall shoulder first and immediately kick off of it, twisting with everything you had. The second pull is stronger. Concrete explodes outward. You manage to get one wrist free, and before Ana can react, you swing the dangling length of the chain like a whip.

The heavy cuff crashes against the syringe, knocking it out of Ana’s hand. Glass shatters, green serum splashing all over the floor. Ana’s mask actually slips for a moment, her face hardening into a scowl of irritation. She swears in Russian.

While she’s distracted, you use your free hand to reach for the restraint on your other wrist. But then a deafening crack fills the room. Electricity surges through the remaining restraint, making you cry out in pain. Thousands of volts rip through your body. Every muscle seizes and your screams bounce off the concrete walls as white-hot pain consumes your vision.

When the current finally stops, it leaves you hanging limp, breathing hard, smoke curling from the fabric of your suit. “You’re…really starting to…piss me off with that…electric shock thing…” you huff. “….feels like…cheating…”

“I would say it is payback for you breaking my things,” Ana says calmly as she kneels beside the shattered syringe. “What a shame,” she goes on, picking up one of the larger glass fragments. Green liquid still clung to its edges. “But no matter. You have only delayed the inevitable,”

Ana rises to her feet, flashing you a menacing smile before crossing the room again. You blink heavily, your brain telling you to keep your eyes on her. Just keep your eyes on Ana.

“Silly spider, that was merely the first sample,” Ana loads a fresh syringe. A single emerald droplet slides from the tip of the needle. “You may not believe me, but I was hoping to avoid having to damage you,”

You don’t have the strength to pull against your remaining restraints as Ana takes a few steps toward you, the new syringe in tow. “Any closing remarks, little spider?” she asks.

You gather together enough energy to meet her eyes. “Fuck. You.”

One corner of Ana’s mouth lifts. Then, without another word, she grabs your jaw. The needle plunges into the side of your neck and a burning sensation explodes beneath your skin. You cry out as emerald veins race outward from the injection site, branching across your collarbone before disappearing beneath the fabric of your suit. It feels like molten metal flooding your bloodstream.

You yelp as every nerve ignites. Your Spider-Sense erupts in a deafening chorus of overlapping alarms that refused to stop. Faces flash through your mind: Kate, Cindy, Lucky, Aunt May. Your apartment, the skyline outside Murray’s. The backyard of Cindy’s safehouse where you’d kissed Kate for the first time. Kate again.

Kate. I have to make it out of here for Kate. You squeeze your eyes shut. Kate’s name echoes like a lifeline.

“I won’t…” you gritted your teeth. “I won’t let you…”

The burning intensifies and you grunt against the pain. Something presses against the edges of your thoughts. A sound, no a voice. No, a memory? Images began fluttering behind your vision, and most of them were of Kate. Kate’s smile, Kate’s voice, Kate’s warmth, Kate’s hands. And then your own voice coming back to you in echo and reverb, telling Kate. “I’ll be right back…”

Then your voice turns into Kate’s voice, telling you over and over, “Fight it…fight it…fight it!” You squeeze your eyes shut, trying, trying to keep Kate’s face in mind, her voice. You promised her. You promised her you’d come back. You promised…

Your mind suddenly slips blessedly blank and when your eyes open again, luminous rings of green circle your irises. Ana tilts her head, assessing you. Then a wicked grin spreads across her face.

“Can you hear me, Spider-Woman?” She asks.

“Yes.” You reply, your voice steely.

“If I let you loose, will you attack me?”

“No.”

Ana nods before stepping forward to loosen the restraint on the wrist that’s still pinned along with your ankles. “There are two people headed this way,” Ana says once she’s freed you. “A girl with a bow, and a girl in a suit a lot like yours,”

You look down at your worn suit and then back at Ana, your face remaining blank.

“I will need you to deal with these two girls,” Ana says. “Is that clear?”

“Yes.”

Ana’s smile widens like a cat with a canary. “You will do nicely, Spider-Woman. All you need to do is listen to everything I say.”

***

Kate, in a word, was uncomfortable.

Well, she’d been uncomfortable since finding out you’d been captured, but here on this subway train was a different kind of uncomfortable. The little boy sitting across from her and Cindy was staring in that way little kids often do. He couldn’t have been any older than eight. His oversized round glasses magnified his eyes to an almost comical degree, making them seem twice the normal size. Without blinking even once, he continues silently nibbling away on a strawberry Pop-Tart. He reminded Kate a lot from that know-it-all boy from The Polar Express.

Without moving anything except her lips, Cindy leans toward Kate. "...You see the creepy little boy too, right?"

Kate didn't even glance back. "Unfortunately."

The boy takes another bite of his Pop-Tart, still with the same incredibly unnecessary eye contact. Kate slowly reaches into her pocket and pulls out her phone so she won't have to look at the freaky little boy anymore. The screen displays a blinking map. Kate bounces her leg anxiously as she stares at it.

"Any updates?" Cindy asks, peering over Kate's shoulder.

"The dot still hasn't moved, but..." Kate zooms in on the map. "It looks like Ana has her in another abandoned industrial district,"

"Sounds about on par for Ana," Cindy says. "She loves herself a ship dock or an industrial unit,"

Kate feels her blood boil all over again just thinking of the supervillain. She's never felt bloodlust before, but she imagined it felt a lot like this. Something inside her telling her she could take Ana on with her bare hands if it meant getting you back. The train began to slow, and an automated voice echoes through the subway car announcing the stop.

"Let's get off here," Cindy says, glancing at the blinking dot on Kate's phone once more before standing. "This is close enough,"

Cold air greets them as they climb the station stairs. The city above is quieter than usual. Few streetlights, even fewer people, and entire block of abandoned warehouses stretching not far ahead, their rusted loading docks swallowed by shadows. Kate checks the tracker again. "We're close."

Cindy adjusts the backpack slung over one shoulder. "You've got arrows?"

Kate pats her quiver. "Yeah. More than enough. I wanna take this bitch down."

"Good."

They start toward the largest warehouse on the block, but every instinct Cindy possessed screamed that something felt...off. Wrong. Her own Spider-Sense comes as a dull ache in the back of her skull and she holds her arm out in front of Kate, stopping her.

"What?" Kate asks, impatient.

"I don't like this," Cindy says.

"Yeah, I don't like it either. Y/n is in there—“

"No, I mean it's too quiet," Cindy explains. "This is Ana Kravinoff we're talking about. There should be guards, patrol, tripwires. We could be walking into a trap,"

Kate swallows hard, glances at the map again. "Well, we're practically on top of them now. We have to go in. We'll just be...extra stealthy,"

Cindy nods. "You do everything I say. Don't move until I tell you to. Got it?"

"Got it."

They approach a grimy side entrance. One of the warehouse windows has been shattered long ago, leaving a jagged opening just large enough to peek through. Cindy carefully crouches beneath it. She raises a finger. "Okay," she whispers. "Wait for my signal,"

Kate nods, but then she makes the mistake of glancing through the broken window, and her heart lurches in her chest. There you were, still wearing your torn Spider-suit. Bruises covered your arms and one of your wrists was restrained above your head by a heavy steel cuff. Your head hung low, motionless. Kate felt her heart physically stop.

Cindy follows her gaze. "Shit, y/n..." she murmurs.

Kate's blood roars in her ears. Every emotion she could possibly feel were all fighting for dominance inside her. Worry, anger, hope, fury, sadness, love. You were here. And she could fix this, she swore she could. She takes a step toward the door, but Cindy grabs her arm. "Kate, wait,"

"We have to get her out." Kate says.

"Kate, I know, but listen, Ana is crafty. This could be the trap—“

"I don't care."

"You're not thinking clearly. I know you're worried, but just listen to me—“

Kate pulls free. "I can't just do nothing, Cindy. I'm getting her out of there!" Then, she takes off at a sprint, ignoring Cindy's "Kate, wait!" behind her.

Kate tries the warehouse door. Locked, of course. With a swear, she quickly reaches into her pocket, fumbling for her lockpicking tools. Tongue peeking between lips, she jimmies the lock until she manages to get the springs free, then throws herself through the warehouse door. It slams open with a deafening crash. "Spider-Woman!" The cavernous room echoes her voice. Kate's eyes dart wildly around. Empty aside from a few industrial tables and you still suspended a few feet above the ground.

"Oh my god..." Kate rushes across the concrete floor. "I was so worried, y/n!" Her hands immediately search the one restraint for release. Her heart lurches yet again as she realizes you must've tried to get free and been unsuccessful. "Are you alright? I mean, no, obviously you're not alright. You've been kidnapped. But I'm here now, okay? I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner. God, I should've gone with you. I know you told me not to, but I should've. I could've helped you. I could've taken that bitch, I know it."

Kate manages to get the restraint free and relief blooms in her heart. And when you began to fall, she caught you, bringing you back down to the ground. "I thought..." her voice cracks. "I don't even wanna say what I thought, but I... god, I imagined the worst. I never wanna let you out of my sight again. I want to protect you,"

Your arms slowly lower to your sides and for several seconds, you don't move. Kate gently cups your face. "Hey, it's okay. We're getting you out of here,"

You slowly raise your head. Kate brushes it aside a few errant hairs. "It's okay," she says again. "I promise. Everything is gonna be okay,"

Behind the two of you, Cindy steps cautiously into the warehouse, every muscle tense. "Is that..." she murmurs. Then, her eyes widen. "Kate, get away from her."

Kate ignores her.

"Kate, I'm serious, get away from her! She's been injected. She's—“

Too late. Your hand shoots upward with impossible speed, fingers wrapping around Kate's throat. Kate's eyes widen.

"Y/n...?"

Kate is lifted completely off the ground as though she weighs nothing. Her feet kick helplessly several inches above concrete. You look up slowly, movements mechanical, and it's then that Kate sees the thin emerald rings that glow around your eyes. Completely devoid of recognition. Completely empty.

Kate chokes as she stares back into the face of the woman she loves, finding nothing looking back. You tilt your head ever so slightly and when you speak, it's emotionless. "Target identified. Neutralizing threat."

The pressure around Kate's throat tightens. Black spots crowd the edges of her vision. "Y-y/n, please..." she coughs. “…it’s me,”

A sharp thwip cuts through the warehouse. A strand of white webbing snaps around your wrist.

"Let her go!" Cindy shouts, planting both feet and yanking with all her strength. The sudden pull wrenches your arm sideways just enough for Kate to slip free. Kate hits the concrete hard, coughing violently as precious air rushes back into her lungs. She rolls onto her hands and knees, clutching her throat.

Your robotic gaze settles on the web wrapped around your wrist before snapping it with a single flex.

Cindy's eyes widen. "Well, that's terrifying,"

You lunge for her, crossing the distance between in the blink of an eye, fist rocketing toward Cindy's face. Cindy barely ducks in time. The punch sails over her shoulder and smashes into a concrete pillar behind her. The impact sends spiderweb of cracks racing across the column and chunks of concrete rain onto the warehouse floor.

Kate stares from her spot on the ground, more emotions warring inside her. Because yes, her almost-girlfriend had just tried to kill her due to some sort of weird mind control but wasn't she also kind of hot?

"Join in on the action any time, Bishop!" Cindy calls before flipping backward to avoid a spinning kick.

Kate stands to her feet, shaky hand reaching for her bow. But as she watches the fight, she feels frozen, feet rooted to her spot. Before Kate could move, you catch Cindy's next punch mid-swing and yank her forward. You slip an arm around Cindy's neck, locking her in a crushing headlock. Cindy plants her feet again and tries to pry the arm away, but it barely budges.

"Kate!" she shouts.

Kate reaches for her bow, her eyes trained on you. Across the room, your face remains eerily blank. But it was still your face. The same lips she'd kissed, the same eyes she’d gazed into (minus the weird green irises), the same hands she'd held. The same woman she'd fallen asleep snuggled up to after movie nights. How could she reconcile that with the fighting machine you'd seemingly been turned into thanks to dirty science? How was she supposed to take you down with arrows?

Her hand trembles over her quiver. "I don't...I don't want to hurt her..."

"Well, would you rather her hurt me? Because that's what's happening right now!" Cindy retorts before winding her head back, bashing it into your face to get you off of her. "It's not y/n right now! Ana did something to her!"

You crouch, ready to lunge at the two of them. Kate makes a decision. She reaches over her shoulder, her fingers wrapping around the shaft of a trick arrow. With a practiced motion, she nocks it against the bowstring. The familiar weight steadies her shaking hands. She exhales slowly, drawing the string back. Come on, y/n, she thinks to herself. Fight it.

She fires a stun arrow. It strikes your shoulder, releasing a burst of energy that disorients you. Kate exploits the hesitation, firing another arrow before you can fully recover, this one a net arrow. It whistles through the air, blossoming into a strong adhesive that wraps around your legs, sending you crashing to the ground. You thrash against the entanglement with a growl.

Kate, seeing the momentary advantage, doesn’t hesitate. She takes a deep breath, her voice cutting through the snarls and the tearing fabric of the net. She calls out a word she knows you’ll recognize, hoping it’ll cut through the fog of your mind control. “Y/n! Marco!”

The thrashing pauses. Your head slowly lifts, glowing eyes locking onto Kate’s. For a fraction of a second, the malevolent glow seems to dim, a flicker of something familiar in their depths. The struggle against the net eases, a silent, almost imperceptible shift in your demeanor. A tiny window, but it’s there.

Kate takes a step closer, her voice barely above a whisper. Tears have begun to well in her eyes as a surge of hope courses through her. “It’s me, it’s just me,” she pleads. “You’re in there, y/n. I know you are,” she takes another cautious step forward. “Remember our breakfasts at Murray’s? Remember walking Lucky in Central Park? Remember our movie nights and how we always order orange chicken even though you don’t really like it, but you get it because you know I do? Remember us? Remember…me?”

Your body has gone still, your gaze turning the slightest bit docile as you stare at Kate. But as quickly as it appears, the flicker of recognition in your eyes vanishes, replaced by the same cold, predatory glow. A guttural roar rips from your throat and you renew your struggle against the net with terrifying force. The fibers begin to strain and tear under your assault. The serum seems to be fighting back, reclaiming hold.

“It’s not enough, Kate. We have to try something else,” Cindy says, eyeing you wearily.

Kate acts quickly, nocking another specialized arrow, and with a sharp exhale, she fires.

The arrow strikes the ground with a deafening CRACK, unleashing a concussive shockwave. The air seems to ripple, throwing all three of you back. In the process, you get slammed against the ground, the impact combined with the sonic assault knocking you unconscious.

There’s silence, broken only by a high-pitched ringing. Kate, with her own ears buzzing, pushes herself up, scrambling forward on hands and knees toward you. She reaches you, carefully turning your head, cupping your face in her hands. “Y/n? Please wake up. Remember me. Please,” her voice is raw with urgency.

A gasp suddenly tears from your throat as you come to. Kate exhales a relieved breath and Cindy is at your other side in an instant, the two girls working together to help you sit up.

“…Kate? Cindy? You guys came? You…”

“Hey, easy,” Cindy says, a hand on your shoulder when she noticed you trying to move too quickly.

“Are you okay?” Kate asks, even though she knows it’s a rhetorical question.

“Are you okay?” You levy the question right back at her, hands reaching out as if searching Kate for injuries, wincing when you see the marks around her neck. “Did I…?”

“Ana put you under some sort of mind control,” Cindy cuts in, gesturing to the injection sight in your neck. “You weren’t conscious of what you were doing,”

Your memory crashed back in at once. The break-in. Fighting Ana. A fuzzy image of a green serum and then…nothing.

“Oh my god, guys. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t…I would’ve never…oh my god…”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Kate reaches out to steady you, hands sliding down your arms. “We got you back, that’s all that matters. We’re gonna get you out of here. We’re gonna get Ana,”

“Kate,” you started. “I wanted to protect you. I still want to protect you. I don’t know if you going up against Ana is…the best approach,”

“What?” Kate’s brows furrowed.

“Actually, I wouldn’t count her out so fast,” Cindy says. “I mean, she held her own against you pretty well,”

You look between Cindy and Kate, raising a brow despite yourself. “Okay, suddenly the two of you are best friends and you want her around? I must’ve been out longer than I thought,”

“I mean, I still don’t think I’m a fan of the way she runs in guns blazing,” Cindy casts Kate a look, and Kate has the decency to look sheepish. “But…I think without that, we wouldn’t have been able to save you, so…maybe she’s good for something. Or maybe she’s just in love with you,”

“Two things can be true,” Kate says, her voice going soft as she smiles at you. You smile back, affection for the archer blooming in your chest and everywhere.

“Okay, before you two start making bedroom eyes at each other,” Cindy says. “Y/n, do you have any idea where Ana might’ve went? I’m getting the sense that this whole thing was a big diversion,”

“Uh, I…” you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to sort through fragmented memories. “It’s all fuzzy.” Bits and pieces were still resurfacing. Ana pacing, two little minions coming in to distribute her serum. A half-remembered supervillain monologue. Snips of direction that came through after the serum kicked in.

“Docks…” you manage. Another memory clicks into place. “She mentioned a base of operations near the docks. That’s all I can remember.”

“It’s enough,” Cindy says as she grabs you under one arm. Kate grabs you under the other and they heft you to your feet. “That’s where we’re headed next,”

Kate looks at you warily as you drag your mask back over your face. “Are you sure you’re okay to keep going?” She asks, reaching down to take your hand in hers. You look back at her, seeing every reason why you should keep going in those blue eyes.

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oct 5th. shower sex / running late / kate bishop

oct 6th. wall sex / wanda maximoff

oct 8th. bar hookup / kara zor-el

oct 9th. overstimulation / caitlyn kiramman [request closed]

oct 10th. strap play / kara zor-el [request closed]

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oct 12th. injured sex / vi

oct 13th. caught masturbaiting / kara zor-el

oct 15th. intox kink/ yelena belova

oct 16th. public sex / wanda maximoff [request closed]

oct 17th. breast play / body worship / vi [request closed]

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oct 19th. mechanic / car sex / vi

oct 20th. clothed sex / coming without touching/ kara zor-el

oct 22nd. university au / library sex / caitlyn kiramman

oct 23rd. breeding kink / yelena belova [request closed]

oct 24th. edging / kate bishop [request closed]

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oct 26th. voyeurism / wanda maximoff

oct 27th. sex toys / pillowhumping / kate bishop

oct 29th. comfort sex / thigh riding / yelena belova

★ You bought Kara a pull-up bar, and now it’s her favorite thing to use for quick workouts. Sometimes, you’ll stand in front of her so she can kiss you on every down rep

★The first time Kara tells you she loves you is on top of one of the highest buildings in Metropolis. You think you told her that you loved her back, but you could barely hear a thing over your rapid heartbeat, the wind roaring in your ears.

★ You do make sure to whisper an “I love you too,” later that night when the two of you are curled up in bed. And she’d respond in kind by smiling against the crown of your head and pulling you closer

★ Kara isn’t a master chef, by any means. She’s barely mastered not burning instant noodles. But she’s never not looking up new recipes, vowing that once she got above skill level 1 in cooking, she’d be making all kinds of neat foods for you

★ Another love language for the two of you was playlists. You were the one to start it, claiming that there were so many songs you wanted to show Kara, and once she got the hang of making playlists, she’d often make you new ones as often as twice a week.

★ She’s always been incredibly in tune with her emotions (and yours). Which is to say that you can never get a bad mood past Kara. All she has to do is take one look at your face to know you’ve had a difficult day. And then she’s cooing, “Hey, talk to me, baby,” and pulling you into her lap

★ And speaking of sitting in her lap, that’s Kara’s absolute favorite place to have you. Typically she prefers to have you positioned so that your back is pressed to her chest while her calloused hands massage miscellaneous shapes into your hips

★ Kara had found it was way too easy to make you blush. All it took to get your blood pumping were a few dirty words whispered in your ear. It was a fun game for Kara. Or it was when you weren’t threatening ‘no sex for a week’ for her teasing

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★ Did I mention Kara likes having you in her lap? She especially loves when that comes with the added stimulus of hickeys. And you’d never hold back from absolutely attacking her neck. She’d often steal your phone and take pictures of herself with those pretty love marks all over her neck. (And you’d roll your eyes and smile when you’d find those same pictures in your camera roll later)

★ Eating you out is something Kara is immediately good at. Miraculously. She’s a fast learner. All it takes is a little instruction, and Kara immediately picks it up: scissoring with her fingers to gather your slick, bringing more wetness to the surface as she absolutely devours you with her tongue and lips. And it doesn’t matter what position you’re in. Every single time Kara makes you come, it’s the hardest you’ve ever come.

★ She’d become something of a sex fiend after the first time. And her stamina is nothing to play with

★ In fact, you quickly realize that Kara’s stamina is the hottest thing about her. The two of you could be going at it like bunnies for hours, only for Kara to barely break a sweat by the end of it. But the telltale signs that she was just as affected were there; namely the hitched breath, the cocky smirk, the blown pupils

★ The roles are always changing. Sometimes, you like having Kara in control. Other times, you like to take the reins, finding out just what it would take to make Kara cry out for you.

★ Between the two of you, you’re definitely the vocal one. But during those rare moments when you have the pleasure (no pun intended) of making Kara cry out for you, it’s like discovering a unicorn in the wild