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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers/Andrea Rojas, Lena Luthor/Andrea Rojas, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor/Andrea Rojas Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Andrea Rojas Additional Tags: Sub Kara Danvers, Dom Lena Luthor, Dom Andrea Rojas, Flogging, Spanking, Enthusiastic Consent, Bratty Kara Danvers, Humiliation, Traffic Light System Summary:

Prompt Fill: Doms Andrea & Lena have to get more creative to punish Kara due to her bubbly personality.

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Maybe just maybe Lena wouldn’t have gone full supervillain if somebody had given her a soft kiss on the forehead and told her she was a good girl, like she so clearly deserved.

#mmmhhmm

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Can't wait for more lady by the lake!

The complete fic has already been posted :)

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor Additional Tags: Witch Lena Luthor, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Public Nudity, Mystery, Restraints, Explicit Consent Summary:

Kara quietly peers through the thinning expanse of trees at the old cabin and wonders if this is a mistake. The witch is powerful, the one who saved their land when the King tried to take it for his own, but she is not known for welcoming visitors.

A single candle burns in the window, just like Sam had told her, and Kara watches with her breath held in puffed out cheeks as the cabin door opens with an obnoxious creak. A hooded figure steps outside and walks towards the nearby lake, pausing by the edge of the water as her head minutely inclines towards the trees, the witch clearly aware that she is being watched.

Kara wonders if she should step out of the trees and promise that she means the witch no harm, but she falters mid-step as the witch sheds her cloak and stands nude by the lake.

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Twice Bitten

Superrojascorp alpha/omega, anyone?

Lena’s cheeks puff out as she holds her breath, emerald eyes, darkened with lust, darting between the two alphas as they close in on her again. She halfheartedly strains against the soft silk that binds her wrists, too desperate—too wet—to even play along anymore. 

She wants this, she wants them. 

The insistent throbbing between her legs becomes damn near impossible to bear, her thighs desperately rubbing together without Lena even realizing it.

“Awww, look,” a saccharine sweet voice coos, “she’s trying to get started without us.”

Kara is on top of Lena before she can even blink, her mouth hot and desperate against hers—possessive in the way that Lena adores. Lena whimpers as Kara’s knee firmly slots between her trembling thighs, pressing deliciously against her dribbling cunt as Kara urges Lena’s legs further apart. 

She’s vaguely aware of Andrea tugging experimentally at the restraints, ensuring the omega is still completely at their mercy, but coherency abandons Lena as soon as Kara’s fingers drift through coarse curls that are damp with her slick.

Lena gasps as Kara parts her soft folds, fingertips ghosting across her throbbing clit. 

The alpha’s grin is smug, laced with a confidence that she never seems to have outside of the bedroom unless there is a crimson cape draped around her shoulders, and Lena can feel her impressive bulge against her thigh—can feel the damp spot that Kara has left behind on her briefs. 

She teases Lena, drives her crazy and seems to lap up every cry and whimper.

Her touches are too light to offer any kind of relief and Lena is instantly overwhelmed when Andrea swoops down on her, too.

Hungry like the wolf buried just beneath the surface.

Read parts 1 to 4 of Twice Bitten early on Patreon.

#Twice Bitten #Superrojascorp #kara x lena x andrea #alpha/omega #early access

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Required Healing - 1.

Sequel to Required Love.

Andrea frowns at the overflowing packing cubes, her nose wrinkling as she attempts to squeeze them all into her case like a convoluted game of tetris that she isn’t destined to win in the near future. A glance upwards confirms that the troublemaker in the corner of their bedroom is still facing the joined walls, and a glance backwards catches out the blonde who had been discreetly watching her from the doorway.

“And here I thought golden retrievers were all bouncy and loud whenever they came home,” Andrea murmurs with a wry smile. “How long have you been standing there?”

“I was just admiring the view,” Kara shrugs, sloping forward whilst wearing that endearingly crooked grin.

Andrea opens her arms to accept a hug and a tender kiss.

“How long does she have left?” Kara asks, jerking her head towards the corner.

“Just a few more minutes, and then she’s all yours,” Andrea states. “It’s just a little reminder of our rules, nothing is wrong,” she adds with a reassuring smile. “How did everything go today? Alex didn’t give you too much of a hard time, did she?”

“She, uh,” Kara’s blows out a soft sigh from puffed out cheeks, “she wasn’t as pissed as I thought she’d be. Pretty understanding, actually.” Kara winks at her and kisses Andrea’s cheek, “everything else is entitled to vacation days so it’s only fair that I get the same deal. Alex was more concerned than mad, it’s not like it’s easy to find cover for Supergirl, huh?”

“Not someone who is as self righteous, that’s for sure,” a sullen voice pipes up from the corner.

“Ooft, someone is grouchy this evening,” Kara blows out a low whistle.

“Grouchy and skating on very thin ice,” Andrea sighs heavily. She glances towards Lena, “you’re in the corner to think, little girl, not to make sarcastic commentary, but if you wanna sit on the jet for several hours with a sore behind, then please, go right ahead.”

“I still don’t see why Kara just can’t fly us there.”

“We can discuss it again once you’re out of the corner,” she states firmly, “but, right now, I need you to do as I ask so we can both take a breather. I think we both know that you need a few moments to calm yourself,” Andrea adds, gesturing for Kara to follow her towards the bathroom.

“Difficult evening, huh?”

Andrea shrugs as she gathers the toiletries that she is yet to pack, glancing over her shoulder with a gentle smile as Kara perches on the edge of the tub.

“She’s just a little unsettled, nothing to worry about.”

Read chapter 1 of the Required Love sequel early on Patreon.

#required healing #required love #superrojascorp #lena x kara x andrea #early access

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Bonded

Lena feels it the instant that Kara Danvers walks into her office, the pull within her soul that she’d heard friends and family talking about in the past.

Andrea had even described it as a breathless sensation, her chest painfully tightening whenever her submissive was too far from her—as though she could not live without Sam in her life.

Lena, though, feels a sudden urge to scold, to tell the young reporter to lose the self-righteous attitude and to stand straight. The tightness in her chest is there, yes, as well as the awkward desire to be around this young woman at all times, but it’s the itching in her right palm that she didn’t at all expect.

She glances across at the blonde, appreciating the smart shirt and chinos that she had arrived in, but it’s the wide, blue eyes and blushing cheeks that Lena focuses on the most.

Kara’s chest heaves and her grip tightens on her notebook just enough for Lena to spot the strained knuckles that glow white, and it’s clear that the submissive feels it, too.

They have bonded.

Their souls and place within this world were meant to be connected.

Just waiting patiently in the background for their paths to finally cross and their bond cemented.

And Lena, for one, is shocked beyond belief after spending her entire adult life believing it was never going to happen for her; that she’d be one of the rare outcasts.

Everyone around her had been bonded for years. Lena had always been on the sidelines, watching quietly as her friends spanked their submissives halfway through a dinner party for showing poor attitudes, or sending them to the corner whilst visiting to ensure their rules were still followed inside someone else’s home.

She’d pretended not to, of course, but Lena had always yearned for a bond of her own, but she didn’t really know what to expect. 

Dominant, submissive, somewhere a little in-between, Lena could never work it out, yet now, it feels right to be staring her new, bonded submissive down—the one completely in charge.

“Come here,” Lena murmurs.

Kara falters, one leg twitching, as though it attempts to carry her forwards without permission.

“I won’t ask again."

Read all 8 parts of Bonded early on Patreon.

#Bonded #Kara x Lena #Supercorp #d/s universe #commission #early access

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Andrea's Secret.

Andrea hates playing Truth Or Dare. She always ends up doing something utterly ridiculous thanks to Sam and Lena’s desire to force her hand and make her pick truth for once; to gain an opportunity to finally find out what their friend gets up to every Wednesday evening.

That is simply not an option, though.

Andrea will take her Wednesday evening plans to her grave, aware that she would die anyway if her friends ever busted her.

It’s mortifying.

There’s no way someone of her age should be doing that, nor should she be desperate for Wednesday to roll around each week, yet it seems like Andrea’s entire life is spent pining for the woman who waits for her on the edge of campus grounds each week.

“Hey!”

Andrea startles when a hand gently lands on her shoulder and she looks up into bemused brown eyes.

“You okay?” Sam asks, “you’re suspiciously quiet.”

Andrea frowns and gazes around the campus coffee shop, wondering just when the place had emptied out so much.

“You’re kinda freaking me out here,” Sam continues. “You, like, zoned out or something and when you’re quiet, something is going on.” She grins teasingly, “should we call a doctor for you?”

“No,” Andrea smiles uneasily, “I’m fine. I was just thinking.” She watches as Lena returns from the bathroom—not even realizing that her friend had left their table in the first place—and raises her brow as Lena comes to a stop beside her and begins gathering their empty wrappers and cups.

“More coffee?” Lena’s hand hovers over Andrea’s mug.

“I’m not staying,” Andrea drains the rest of her coffee from the mug, “so, please, try not to get yourselves killed by daring the other to surf a bus or some shit.”  Andrea gathers her things and slips her scarf around her neck, “but if you insist on doing something dumb, at least try to not get caught.”

She glances out the window and smiles when she notices her Mommy’s escalade parked nearby, “and don’t call me to bail you out if you do get caught.”

Read Andrea's Secret early on Patreon.

#Andrea's Secret #Andrea x Cat #Mdlg themes #caretaking #fluff #early access

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Twice Bitten

Superrojascorp alpha/omega, anyone?

Lena’s cheeks puff out as she holds her breath, emerald eyes, darkened with lust, darting between the two alphas as they close in on her again. She halfheartedly strains against the soft silk that binds her wrists, too desperate—too wet—to even play along anymore. 

She wants this, she wants them. 

The insistent throbbing between her legs becomes damn near impossible to bear, her thighs desperately rubbing together without Lena even realizing it.

“Awww, look,” a saccharine sweet voice coos, “she’s trying to get started without us.”

Kara is on top of Lena before she can even blink, her mouth hot and desperate against hers—possessive in the way that Lena adores. Lena whimpers as Kara’s knee firmly slots between her trembling thighs, pressing deliciously against her dribbling cunt as Kara urges Lena’s legs further apart. 

She’s vaguely aware of Andrea tugging experimentally at the restraints, ensuring the omega is still completely at their mercy, but coherency abandons Lena as soon as Kara’s fingers drift through coarse curls that are damp with her slick.

Lena gasps as Kara parts her soft folds, fingertips ghosting across her throbbing clit. 

The alpha’s grin is smug, laced with a confidence that she never seems to have outside of the bedroom unless there is a crimson cape draped around her shoulders, and Lena can feel her impressive bulge against her thigh—can feel the damp spot that Kara has left behind on her briefs. 

She teases Lena, drives her crazy and seems to lap up every cry and whimper.

Her touches are too light to offer any kind of relief and Lena is instantly overwhelmed when Andrea swoops down on her, too.

Hungry like the wolf buried just beneath the surface.

Read parts 1 to 4 of Twice Bitten early on Patreon.

#Twice Bitten #Superrojascorp #kara x lena x andrea #alpha/omega #early access

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Twice Bitten

Superrojascorp alpha/omega, anyone?

Lena’s cheeks puff out as she holds her breath, emerald eyes, darkened with lust, darting between the two alphas as they close in on her again. She halfheartedly strains against the soft silk that binds her wrists, too desperate—too wet—to even play along anymore. 

She wants this, she wants them. 

The insistent throbbing between her legs becomes damn near impossible to bear, her thighs desperately rubbing together without Lena even realizing it.

“Awww, look,” a saccharine sweet voice coos, “she’s trying to get started without us.”

Kara is on top of Lena before she can even blink, her mouth hot and desperate against hers—possessive in the way that Lena adores. Lena whimpers as Kara’s knee firmly slots between her trembling thighs, pressing deliciously against her dribbling cunt as Kara urges Lena’s legs further apart. 

She’s vaguely aware of Andrea tugging experimentally at the restraints, ensuring the omega is still completely at their mercy, but coherency abandons Lena as soon as Kara’s fingers drift through coarse curls that are damp with her slick.

Lena gasps as Kara parts her soft folds, fingertips ghosting across her throbbing clit. 

The alpha’s grin is smug, laced with a confidence that she never seems to have outside of the bedroom unless there is a crimson cape draped around her shoulders, and Lena can feel her impressive bulge against her thigh—can feel the damp spot that Kara has left behind on her briefs. 

She teases Lena, drives her crazy and seems to lap up every cry and whimper.

Her touches are too light to offer any kind of relief and Lena is instantly overwhelmed when Andrea swoops down on her, too.

Hungry like the wolf buried just beneath the surface.

Read parts 1 to 4 of Twice Bitten early on Patreon.

#Twice Bitten #Superrojascorp #kara x lena x andrea #alpha/omega #early access

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Today is probably the best day I've had since the boy went to sleep.

I slept through the night and I've been writing/editing all day, and for once, I haven't randomly burst into tears.

The house feels a wee bit too quiet and empty for my liking, and I'd give anything to see his wee head poking around the door, but I think I've been able to let go of the guilt and accept that I did right by him.

I miss him, but it's nice to know he isn't in pain.

#grief #pet loss #personal

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Hi! I saw the preview for ‘Bonded’ on my fyp and was wondering if that story was only exclusive to Patreon?

Hi there, all fanfiction will eventually be added to AO3 :)

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Actually, yes, but don't be the anon who sent a ton of shite about what they would do to me, etc.

since you're on your horny posting is it safe to assume we're allowed to send horny ask too?

Nope!

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Thank you to everyone for their love, support, commissions and donations. It has been extremely overwhelming and strange, but my boy's ashes are now home ❤️