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Of course the serum has to be inserted vaginally so Lena gets to cream pie you with that and Kara gets to cream pie you with the special cum

lena is also keeping careful track of your cycle and such as well, figuring out when she best time to breed you will be. of course, she n kara make sure to fill you up as much as possible. gotta make sure that it takes.

kara would be cradling ur face the whole time telling u how pretty you're gonna be full of her babies <3

Chapter Sixteen at 127, 837 words

"I don't know how to do this."

Lena hadn't been expecting Kara's whisper, hadn't expected any sound at all.

"Do what?" she asked, no really wanting to know the answer. Waiting for the answer to shatter everything. The same way it kept breaking, again and again.

Kara's hand found her waist, rubbing small patterns against her skin. Lena wondered if her eyes were shifting in the dark. What she was thinking. Who was doing the thinking right now?

"I don't know how to love you properly."

Lena paused, feeling unsteady, adrift with no gravity. Kara had said it more than once now. But it had been a declaration. An accusation. A demand. A plea. This… this was a question. Confusion.

Disappointment in her herself. She wasn't asking Lena to love her back, just for Lena to somehow know how she needed to be loved. The right way for her.

Lena felt like she should whisper.  

Poison - A SuperCorp Fanfic

If you’re interested in reading a Dark Kara fic to end all fics, give this one a whirl. It’s got angst, it’s got a ridonkulous amount of swearing and would probably get flagged by a Tumblr bot.

Imagine RedKara/Venom/Reign on steroids and in one brain, and that sums up this fic.

An extract from the latest Chapter for all you angstaholic readers…

Kara let out a dark and wondrous laugh, even as she began to grow bored of her game. Quickly, she used her freeze breath to create a cold a thick prison around the mob, wondering with dark humour how many xenophobic slurs shouted at it, would it take for it to melt.

Her prison left three people outside of it. The woman from earlier, still clutching her sign with fear, and two burly men with masks on there faces. The huddle together as Kara landed lightly in front of them, letting out a laugh at their terror.

good…. let them be afraid.

Kara stopped a few feet from them, letting out a final gust of wind that blew the masks off the men’s faces and exposed them all to the light of day.

The blonde had to grin maliciously once more, wondering how it was always the most weak-willed of people that believed other’s were taking from them. Angry and hateful souls that genuinely thought they had something worth stealing.

She took a few strides forward, the woman suddenly dropping her sign and moving to hide behind the two men.

yeah… like that’ll help.

“Stay away from me!” The woman screamed, making Kara snort.

“Oh I won’t touch you,” she responded with a laugh. “I let the cops pick up the trash in this town.”

Her laughter died out as one of the men cursed and spat at her feet, loathing in his eyes.

“You bitch.”

The blonde felt a flash of irritation at the words, narrowing her field of vision as she pinned him with her gaze.

“What was that?” She whispered, daring him to say it.

“You’re a fucking bitch!” He yelled out. “Get off our planet.”

Kara could feel her temper stretching as she took a few final steps forward, close enough to lean in and whisper in his ear.

“Call me a bitch,” she hushed out. "One more time.”

The blonde heard the man swallow.

“Bit-“

Before he could even finish the word, Kara gripped the front of his shirt and launched him directly upwards into the sky. The sound of his echoing, terrified scream lingering in all of their ears.

Chapter Eight now at 55 000 words, if you want something to get you addicted ;)  Here’s the link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16180319?view_full_work=true

From this list

Taking a little bit of @ickywitch’s headcanon for this fic…or was it one of the asks??? Ehh…

Karamatsu hated being second. He hated being second born. He hated being second pick. He hated being second best. 

He stared at Choromatsu with daggers in his eyes as they talked. He hated how Osomatsu and Choromatsu just clicked. Whether it was mafia business or other stupid shit, they always seemed to be on the same page. Of course, he had that with Osomatsu too, but he wanted to be the only one to have that kind of connection. He kissed Osomatsu on the cheek as Choromatsu made his way out. 

No, he wanted more. He wanted Choromatsu out of the picture completely. 

Osomatsu was about to pick his right hand man, and at this rate, it was sure to be Choromatsu. Karamatsu could not let that happen. He left the room…but not before giving Osomatsu a few more smooches here and there. 

With careful sneaky hand movements, he slipped a piece of paper into Choromatsu’s pocket. 

Then he waited, very patiently. 

* * *Choromatsu cried in pain as he was being thrusted into again and again. 

“I thought I could trust you” Osomatsu said while panting. Karamatsu looked at his other brothers. Ichimatsu’s face was stone cold as it always was. Jyuushimatsu’s eyes were wider than usual. Todomatsu was visibly wincing. 

Himself? Well, it brought Karamatsu much satisfaction to see his cocky younger brother become a whimpering mess. He tried his best to hide a smile. 

“I was going to give you such a high honour as well.” 

“I’m--aahh–I’m sorry Osomatsu nii-san…” 

“You’d better be sorry. Who’s the boss? Who’s top dog?” 

“You. You’re the boss…Oso…matsu…nii-sa–aaahh–fuck!” white globs spurted all over the desk and dripped onto the floor. Choromatsu’s asshole was also covered in an explosion of white. Both brothers panted, calming down from their climax. 

Dark!Kara - Control (Supergirl 1x16)