Jul 15, 2021
I can draw Kara in a way that is so self indulgent
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I can draw Kara in a way that is so self indulgent
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punk!lena, gnc!kara, and horny!supercorp, my three favourite headcanons together 😌
ok but lena developing a cock for kara that can get hard 👀
Y’all, i’ve been waiting for a horny prompt, cause… well, i mean, i got thoughts that need writing down.
Lena knew what she was doing. She waited for an open weekend to gift Kara with her surprise, offering no explanation when she stopped the freshly-showered Kara from selecting her preferred cock for the day.
Kara’s head tipped to the side, but she allowed Lena to slip out of the bathroom without comment. Lena returned with the box she had tucked into an often overlooked drawer in her closet and presented it to Kara.
ok but for real kara's bulge would look so good in all those slacks they used to dress her in on the show
she would have the cutest dickprint
It scared Kara, how badly she wanted to try this.
There was no need to sneak around once she got home — Lena had let her know via text she’d be at work for quite some time still — but Kara did it anyway. She traversed the dark penthouse by memory alone, super senses scanning her surroundings as if she expected to be ambushed, her self-indulgent, naughty purchase protectively tucked beneath one arm.
The knowledge that one of L-Corp’s numerous divisions specialized in the making of sex toys had sat in the back of her mind for a long time, but she’d never felt the need to try one out. It would be kinda weird, wouldn’t it? To use something Lena may have had a role in making. At least, it felt that way. Until now.
Besides, it wasn’t like they needed help to get one another off. It was ridiculous, their chemistry. Off the charts disgusting, Alex always said with more than a hint of jealousy. And how could it not be? Kara was head over heels in love with Lena.
But the newest product to hit the market had woken something up inside her. Something she’d done her best to ignore since Alex had surprised her with a balled up sock inside her boxer brief in the last year of highschool. The same thing that had pushed Kara to pretend she didn’t get the not-so-subtle hints Lena consistently dropped about maybe trying a strap-on.
She wanted to, as badly as she wanted to try this model of soft cock that could apparently get hard to simulate an erection. Just didn’t want to linger on her reasons.
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since today’s episode sucked, here’s some punk!lena/butch!kara in underwear for yall based on my post
Kara had never allowed herself to imagine a life with a partner who thought so deeply about her. So much of her existence was taking on the weight of the world, shouldering it alone and shielding others from the toll that took. But Lena was the keen sort, and stubborn in her pursuit of care, heavy handed as she poured her heart out for Kara.
There were days when Kara questioned if Lena was better adjusted to the changes Kara made—to her hair, to her body, to the language that suited her—and it seemed silly to be out of sorts about it. After all the circles Kara had run, trying to justify her preferences, trying to find meaning in the simple things that had become so personal and consuming; Lena grounded her, reminded her that her life was hers, that her body was hers, that her expression and presentation were not for anyone but herself.
There were many ways that Lena reiterated her support, but nothing so direct as when she touched Kara. When she pressed a thigh between Kara’s legs during a hug just to put pressure against Kara’s crotch, reminding her that her cock was there, Kara would melt. When Lena draped herself against Kara’s back as she brewed her morning coffee and a hand trailed down Kara’s front to sneak into her briefs, Kara would forget her worries. When they watched a movie together and Lena’s hand just lazily rested on her cock, absently squeezing, it became that much more normal.
Kara let her hesitations slip, felt less like an imposter in her own body, and her cock began to feel more natural in her thoughts. And Lena was increasingly casual in her gestures of appreciation, spending more and more time between Kara’s legs, fostering a comfort Kara hadn’t been aware she needed, but was endlessly grateful for.
It wasn’t always sexual. In fact, most often it just felt intimate, without the pressure to be one thing or another. Lena would spend lazy mornings sucking on her, humming blissfully, her cheeks lightly flushed, her lashes drooping slow and easy. It could be so peaceful, inviting calm into Kara’s otherwise turbulent thoughts, coaxing her to relax and reshape her image of herself with gentle hands, massaging out the stiffness in her overburdened frame.
There were times when Kara’s body wasn’t centralized, when Lena would climb into her lap and they would make out—sometimes feverish and urgent, but other times tender and blissful in each other’s company, sighing together—and there would be no thought of what was between either of their legs. It had grown so comfortable that Kara didn’t need her attention drawn there, just naturally settling into each other’s embrace with no other thought than loving the other.
And then there were the times when Lena was naughty beyond belief. She had gotten into a habit of blowing Kara when she visited LCorp for lunch, and even on the occasions that Lena ventured to CatCo. The dance of tension and pleasure was intoxicating, and Kara welcomed it more, encouraged it, even. She felt hot, her confidence building upon itself, and she began to lean into it—wearing tighter pants, packing with a larger bulge on occasions she was feeling particularly into herself, sitting with her legs wide for Lena, ensuring that she would take notice.
Everything had grown into an easy swing, and still it took Kara weeks—if not months—to notice just how light she felt. It was a hard stop in the middle of an inner monologue, a double take that had her staring into nothing, zoned out and still searching, trying to put her finger on what was different. She hadn’t realized how much she needed the security in herself or how far simple gestures from Lena would go towards building her up.
The work Kara had done to untangle her feelings was her own, but Lena had provided an environment of safety, had afforded her the room and the encouragement she needed to take a deeper look at herself—to really scale away the layers of scarred flesh that covered old wounds. Lena sat with her as she healed, brought her comfort, let her talk, and at some point she had shed a lot of her burdens.
Kara found her way to a mirror, looked at the reflection—her short hair mussed and wild from sleeping right after showering; her thick sweater cozy and warm, settled a little crooked on her broad shoulders, set squarely with ease; her hand lifted her sweater enough to see the tufts of hair that trailed up from the waistband of her briefs, looking right on her skin; her cock, the one she thought of as hers even when she had a number of options, formed a perfect bulge.
Lena found her there, staring, tears in her eyes, her image blurred and swimming. Tender lips kissed her neck as Lena slipped in behind her, rested her chin on Kara’s shoulder, wrapped loose arms around her ribs, and marveled alongside her. “Beautiful,” she whispered, and Kara agreed, and it had never been so easy to think of herself as beautiful.
speaking of early morning hugs from behind, i like to think about kara making coffee in the kitchen, lena coming up behind them to wrap her arms around their waist, her hands sneaking underneath kara's a-shirt, cold palms skimming over warm skin
kara yelping and playfully admonishing her for touching them with icy hands, lena kissing their neck and apologizing, reaching down to slip her hand into their boxer briefs to find their unexpectedly hard cock, lena laughing and taking it in her hand, whispering is this for me? against the shell of their ear, nipping at their earlobe
kara turning and taking lena by the waist, pressing her against the counter, saying yeah, are you hungry? and rubbing it against her leg, lena answering always and pulling kara into a kiss, kara picking lena up, her legs wrapping around their waist, kara carrying her to the table, eating her out with abandon all the way to two orgasms, then standing to fuck her slowly through a third
lena taking a few minutes to recover while kara licks her clean, lena sitting up to kiss kara deeply, their face still slick with her come, lena teasingly calling them a messy eater, pushing them back to sit in a chair, lena dropping to her knees and taking their cock in her mouth, at first just licking and kissing the head, and then taking more, her cheeks hollowing just slightly, sucking them off until they come in her mouth