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oneshotnewbie · 1 month

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A oneshot where B!D gets really bad anxiety whenever one of her sisters are mad at her. She’s always worried they’ll never forgive her and there relationship will be forever ruined. Even though that never happens.

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The cold winter air came through the open balcony doors and slowly made the room freeze as a tense air spread between Alex and you. You, with a lump in your throat, felt the redhead's words cutting through the air like sharp daggers, ready to leave deep wounds in your heart.

Alex stood there, teeth clenched and eyes blazing with anger. "How can you be so ignorant? It's unbelievable how selfish you are!"

You, with a shiver running down your spine, tried in vain to hold back the tears. You never wanted it to turn into an argument. But Alex's words were like an uncontrollable fire that ate through your relationship, leaving you with no options to explain to her why you had taken the larger sum of money out of your shared bank account.

"Alex, let me explain. I just wanted to..." you started, but your voice was drowned in a sob. You knew you couldn't continue to defend yourself without spilling the beans about the birthday surprise. Those words wouldn't be heard anyway. Not in this frenzy of rage the redhead was currently in.

The eldest Danvers snorted and shook her head. "That's typical of you. Always ready with an excuse. You're just immature and incapable of taking responsibility for finances!"

The pain in your chest was almost unbearable. You just wanted peace again. You wanted everything to go back to how it was a few hours ago when you were laughing together and teasing each other. But this strife seemed unstoppable, a relentless storm that destroyed everything in its path.

Alex turned away abruptly, her hands balled into fists. "I can't take this anymore. I'm going to work." She spoke and you could only stand there silently, unable to act as your sister left the apartment, slamming the door behind her. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks as you stood in the silence of the deserted living room, surrounded by an endless feeling of loneliness.

A short while later, Kara flew into her apartment, her eyes wide in shock as she saw you. "What happened here? Are you okay?" she asked worriedly. You didn't say a word. Instead, you collapsed under the face of your own emotions. All you wanted was for this nightmare to end and for you to feel safe and loved again. But the pain you faced was too deep, and the wounds of the words said would take a long time to heal.

The blonde looked at her younger sister, your shaking body sitting on the floor, surrounded by a sea of tears. Her heart ached when she saw the look of despair on your face. "Come here, little one." Kara whispered softly as she knelt down and wrapped her arms around you. You sank into the embrace without resistance, clinging to Kara as if she were the only constant in a stormy sea.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you sobbed quietly, your voice barely above an audible whisper. "Why can't I control myself when there is an argument?"

Kara stroked your back soothingly and placed a few kisses on the top of your head. "It's okay, sweetie. Sometimes our emotions are overwhelming, and that's completely normal. Plus, it shows that Alex means a lot to you."

You raised your head, tears shining in your eyes. "But why does this always happen? Why can't I just be strong and overlook it?"

Kara sighed quietly. She had asked herself this question many times in the last few months about why you always reacted so emotionally to arguments, but she didn't know the answer. She carefully brushed a strand of your hair out of your face and looked deeply into your eyes. "Perhaps there are reasons that lie deeper. Reasons that you may not yet understand."

You swallowed hard, a look of realization crossing your face. "I think I'm scared. Scared that I'll lose one of you as soon as an argument arises. That eventually none of you will forgive me and that I'll ruin my relationship with you forever."

The blonde felt a pang in her own heart when she heard the words come out of your mouth. She knew your fears were deep-rooted and wouldn't just go away. But she was also determined to help you and show you that you were loved and accepted, despite some arguments. "Arguments are normal for siblings, my sweet girl," she whispered softly. "Neither of us is going to push you away or anything. I'm going to have a chat with Alex and we'll find a way to deal with it together, okay?"

You nodded at her and she pulled you up. Together you had a cozy day on the couch, where she looked after you and tried to calm you down.

A few hours later, the door opened and Alex hesitantly entered the apartment, her eyes downcast and her face marked with regret. She felt the weight of the silence filling the room and knew she had a lot of explaining to do to make things right with you.

Kara slowly got up from her spot next to you, while you were still clinging to her, and walked towards the redhead. "It's good that you're back," she said calmly, but with a stern tone. "We need to talk. Urgently."

Alex swallowed hard and nodded, her eyes meeting yours and she could see the pain in them. "I'm sorry, Kara. I'm so sorry for what I said. It was unfair and unforgivable to y/n." She spoke and the blonde took her in his arms, surprised by her openness.

"It's okay. We all make mistakes. But we need to talk about it so we can understand what happened." the person addressed hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I spoke to Lena and she told me something that finally made me understand. She's afraid that if we fight, our relationship will be ruined forever because her real parents fought all the time before they split up and put her in a children's home."

Kara sighed and nodded slowly. "Yes, y/n told me that too. It's hard for her to deal with these fears."

Alex looked at her sister seriously before biting her lip and briefly looking at you on the couch. You had now moved into a lying position, the blanket wrapped thickly around you. "We have to show her that she is wrong. That we love her and that we will always be there for her no matter what."

The blonde smiled softly and put her arm around the redhead's shoulder. "We will, Alex. We will show her that she will never be alone and that she always has a place in our family."

They walked over to you arm in arm and took you into their midst. They hugged you tightly, united in their determination to put the fight over money behind them. You all spent the next few hours talking it out, listening to each other, and reassuring each other that you would be there for each other no matter what happened.

And as night fell and you felt tired but relieved, you all knew that you had emerged from each crisis stronger, ready to walk together on a path full of love and forgiveness.

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mcgrathandwives · 1 year

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OMG tell us your thoughts on baby Danvers…

Idk if I have all that many other than a few:

Love the idea of them finally finding some peace with themself and settling into a nice healthy routine with work

Part of me thinks BD would be out there finding themself, trying different pronouns, finding their colours (since they dyed their hair alot)

Definitely has a pet axolotl they coparent with Nia

I like to think the pandemic happened in BDs AU, but I also love to believe that Lena was all over that, but the idea of BD taking up cooking again for fun is cute

#nemo talks #nemo talks supergirl #lena luthor #baby danvers #b!danvers #nemo talks dc #nemo answers asks

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i-hope-youre-happy-but · 4 months

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Ok...guys I need help finding a fanfic of supergirl, where after some problems(alcohol,drugs?bad grades) at home baby Danvers had to go live with Alex in National City. She's a teen and they don't know much about what's happening with her, she's going through a "fase", but she actually has powers("ice" kind of like killer frost) and doesn't know how to control them. I'm pretty sure the name was something like"this room feels like a cell" but I can't find it anywhere.

#supergirl #Kara Danvers x sister!reader #Alex Danvers x sister!reader #B!Danvers

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checkingoutforheroes · 4 months

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Muah.

Kara opens the door: Lena, we've been waiting for you.

Lena: Happy new year! I brought champagne.

Alex takes the bottles: You're forgiven.

Kara: Uh, rude. I'm sorry for my sister. Come on in. Y/n's been asking for you the whole evening!

Lena: Where is she?

Kara: In the bedroom, changing shirt. She'll come out soon. Have a seat, I'll go take out the food.

Y/n sees Lena and taps on her arm to acknowledge her presence: Hi, Lena.

Lena turns around: Hi cupcakes! Happy new year!

Y/n, hugs Lena from behind: Happy new year to you too. Muah! *y/n kisses her cheek.

Alex: Why did she get a kiss and we don't?

Kara: Yeah, we're your sister.

Y/n: Because she gave me awesome presents!

Kara: And we don't?

Alex: Okay, no more school holiday in National City. You're staying with mom.

Y/n: Alex no... no... Please..

Kara: Alex..

Alex: What?

Kara: She's our sister.

Alex: Are you sure she's not Lena's? I mean, look at them snuggling.

Lena just laughs: It's okay Y/n, if Alex kicks you out, you are more than welcome to stay with me. And I'll take you to the National Science Center.

Kara: Lena..

Y/n hugs Lena: Thank you Lena. You're my favorite.

Kara: Heyyy...

Y/n: Come on Kara, you know you're my favorite Kryptonian sister.

Alex: She is your one and only Kryptonian sister you ever have!

Kara: Alex, don't be so hard on yourself. You're her favorite too.

Alex: Am I?

Y/n: Are you kicking me out?

Alex: No! Are you crazy? Mom will shoot me with her gun!

Y/n, smile: Okay! Then I like you too!

Alex: Of course you do. I changed your diaper Y/n! And you poop a lot!

Kara: Awwwww group hugs!!!

*GIF credits to the owners

#kara danvers #lena luthor #alex danvers #baby danvers #lena luthor x kara danvers #lena luthor x reader #lena luthor x baby!danvers #kara danvers x b!d reader #alex danvers x baby!danvers #supercorp #supergirl #superfriends #happy new year #2024

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spiderfunkz · 6 months

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silk duvets ─── send me a scenario / blurb / au + a character and i'll make a moodboard out of it! ( ex. baker!reader x coffee shop owner!natasha • going on afternoon walks with carol danvers ). also includes short headcanons.

AFTER WATCHING THE MARVELS I'VE BEEN DREAMING ABOUT SPENDING COZY NIGHTS IN THE SPACE SHIP WITH CAROL OMGGG <3

AAA i am a carol defender 4 life.

— cozy nights in the spaceship w/ carol.

🚀 cuddling. keeping eachother warm under the mountains of blankets. playing boardgames. matching socks. intertwining hands. forehead kisses. being eachothers company. borrowing her jackets & sweaters. admiring the starry skies in space. playing with goose.

#b's 700 celebration !#carol danvers #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers x you #carol danvers x y/n #carol danvers x female reader #carol danvers imagine #carol danvers headcanons #carol danvers fluff #captain marvel #captain marvel moodboard #carol danvers moodboard #the marvels #marvel

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laurellance · 2 months

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alex danvers in 3.23

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leighlew3 · 3 months

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Got two more compliments this week again on the Supercorp tatt. 😈

I get ‘em surprisingly often, especially from people with lotsa tattoos all “oh my gosh the detail” etc. 🙏

#love it #makes me smile #tattoos #supercorp #wlw #lgbtq #supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara zor el #b&w

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supercorpkid · 1 year

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Where do we go now?

Supergirl, Baby Danvers, Lena Luthor x Reader, Kara Danvers x B!D, Alex Danvers x B!D

Word Count: 2540.

Part 2 coming soon!

“Lena, please.” You say as soon as she opens the door of her penthouse.

“How –” She stops the question, knowing exactly how you got there, as if there isn’t a call directly from her for you to be sent up at all times. Lena breathes out, exasperated and you try not to let that affect you. “Go away, Y/N.”

“Please, let’s-let’s talk.” You reach your hand, careful enough not to touch her just yet. You don’t want to invade her space and you know she’s not feeling particularly thrilled about having you here. Not after everything.

It got out of hand. It got stupidly, immensely, undeniably out of hand. Kara should’ve told Lena she is Supergirl sooner. She should've trusted her best friend with that information years ago. And you, you should’ve done something about it.

Sure, it wasn’t your secret to tell and you would never betray your sister’s trust by telling her most important secret. Yet, you can’t stop thinking you should’ve done something else. Insisted, annoyed her into it, should have given Lena some pieces of information to help her get there by herself. You’re not sure what, just something.

Something to not have Lena looking at you the way she is right now. Filled with anger and resentment, feeling betrayed, alone and broken. So miserably broken.

“What, you here to tell me you didn’t mean to lie to me?” She quips, pulling the ground from under your feet because, yeah, that was a huge part of your apology. “Or maybe, Y/N, you’re here to tell me that it wasn’t your place to tell me.”

Well, there goes all of your arguments and apologies in one go.

“Or are you here to tell me you didn’t want to break my heart? That you didn’t play me for a fool. That you didn’t build a relationship with me and lied to my face just like your sister did, over and over and over again.”

“Lena-”

“I’m starting to think this is a family thing, y’know?” Lena’s face is red, eyes full of tears shooting daggers at you. You’re still in the same place, because she hasn't let you in and she might never let you in again. Not in her house and not in her life. Especially when you can see the disgust on her face. “I thought all Luthors were deceiving lying monsters, but maybe,”

No, please. Don’t say it.

“Maybe that’s what the Danvers are as well.”

You can’t stop the violent tears cascading from your eyes. Can’t stop the way your throat closes and no words come out. Can’t stop the trembling legs and hands. The way your heart beats so slow, it vows to stop soon.

“Lena, please-”

“Please what, Y/N? Tell me, why are you crying on my doorstep as if I’m the one who broke your heart and not the other way around?”

“I –“ How can you possibly apologize, how can you find the words that are not only stuck in your throat but actually in your heart? “I don’t want this to be it. It can’t be the end of – of us. Not like this.”

“Why do you care?” She bites, wanting to hurt you the same you’ve hurt her. And she accomplishes it easily.

“Because I love you.” You try, but Lena’s reaction is a loud scoff.

“You love me. God, you love me, don’t you Y/N?” You can see her knuckles turning white on the door knob. Face contorting with fury and suffering. “Well, I hate you.” Her voice is heavy and accusatory, but not very far from the truth. “And I can’t believe I ever let myself love you too.”

“Please, don’t say that.” Your face is ridiculously wet, voice small filled with shame and regrets. “Please, I – I’ll do whatever to get you to trust me again. I’ll do anything –”

“Yeah?” Lena asks and you shake your head agreeing vividly. “Then go rot in hell.”

And the door gets slammed at your face so fast and abruptly, you’re surprised it didn’t hit you right in the reaching hand you never once retrieved. You stay stuck, mouth agape and feet fastened on the marbled floor. Heart giving out slowly, squeezing on your chest so hard, it keeps you from drawing anything other than shallow breaths.

Lena was right. She was right. She had every reason to slam the door at your face and tell you that you deserve hell. She should hate you. She should and she does. And you hate yourself too.

You drag yourself out of there, sorry and sorrow blending in together in some sort of spiraling uncontrolled thoughts. Feeling lonely and small and at the same time incredibly vulnerable. Lena has ripped you right open with her bare hands, and you’re not sure people aren’t seeing you bleeding out as you walk back home.

But you can’t go home. You can’t be alone with your thoughts and your sorry ass. You can’t be alone with the guilt and the thought of Lena’s mad face directed at you.

“Hey,” You walk inside Kara’s apartment, but she doesn’t even raise her head to look at you from the place she has settled on the couch. You also don’t get a word, it is mostly a grunt as you make your way to your sister. “Never left the couch, did ya?”

“What for?” She pouts. Voice so low and thick, you know she’s stopping herself from crying.

You raise the blue throw blanket she has on top of her, getting yourself under it, and she finally raises her head, only to lay it on your lap.

“I messed up.” She tells you, as if you weren’t in the same situation as she was. “I was so wrong, so stupid, and now she hates me.”

“Us.” You breathe out, not trying to add to her already sad state, but unable to hold it back.

Kara’s eyes are filled with tears instantly. “I’m sorry, baby,” She nuzzles her face in your stomach and you know she is crying when you feel the tears wetting your t-shirt. “She is my best friend, and I was so scared of her reaction,” She mumbles, face still buried there. “and I know you love her, and I ruined that for you too.”

You want to soothe her, you don’t want your sister feeling guilty over anything, but how the hell can you work up the nerve to tell her that is not true. That she didn’t ruin your friendship with Lena, when it was exactly what she did?

And sure, some people can get over it. I mean, Alex doesn’t even seem to care that now Lena is cold and distant and she hates all Danvers. And she probably can’t even understand the big fuss you and Kara are making. But you get it. Oh, that you do.

You know how Kara likes to think she has the high ground to stand on. This big moral code that the Supers are supposed to have and now she knows it’s her fault. She lied over and over again. She missed all of her cues to say the truth before, skipped all of her opportunities to come clean. So yeah, the tears and the sadness of losing her best friend only adds up to the disappointment she is feeling at herself.

But you, you feel something different. You feel like your heart has been broken into tiny little pieces that can never be glued together again. Not when Lena has told you that she does not, cannot, will not love you the same way ever again. Because you love her. Just love all of her and all she is. And knowing that she once loved you, but now resents you, it’s the hardest thing you’ve ever faced.

So you settle for, “Well, it seems that we both have learned our lessons the hardest way possible. And by the looks of it, we will also have to learn how to live without her.”

Kara searches for your face, forgetting to ever clean her tear-soaked one, as she supports her weight in her elbows so she can have a better view of you. “You went there?”

It sounds like a question, but it’s not. Your sister knows it in her soul and sees it in your puffy eyes and red cheeks. “Y/N, what happened?”

“Nothing.”

Everything.

Lena broke you. Rightfully, but still destroyed you. And you will pretend you can just move on from it, but you can never. You will never.

They move on. Or sort of do. As they fight their inner demons and Lena’s ire.

Kara finds justification, excuses, and there’s no arguing about it anymore, not when she’s right and Lena is supposedly acting like a villain, like a Luthor, like a deceiving lying monster.

And you are mad too, God knows how angry you get at her for using fucking kryptonite on your sister, knowing how that could hurt her.

But it’s Lena. And she broke your heart, ripped you open, took your will to live when she left. And she cut all the ties, but you were never going to leave her. You will never treat her like a Luthor or ignore her pain, when the Danvers acted like lying bastards in the first place.

“If she is going to act like a villain, I’m going to start treating her like one.” Kara’s face, filled with anger and tears after Lena’s latest mischief, is uncanny to you.

“Act like a villain? Kara, look at you! Do you hear yourself? It’s Lena!”

“I gave her millions of chances to turn back from this path, Y/N.”

“She gave you millions of chances to tell her the truth and yet you insisted on lying.”

“I did it to protect her!”

“Bullshit! You did it to protect yourself. You were scared she wasn’t gonna love you if she knew you were a Super because you were always antagonizing her as such.”

“She used kryptonite on me!” Kara yells, neck veins about to pop out. “You’re supposed to be on my side! You’re my sister!”

“Stop. Don’t do that. Don’t turn this into a side thing, or I’ll leave.” You touch Kara’s arms, like telling her to calm down. “I’m on your side, I’m always on your side. You’re my best friend and I love and support you. But not when you’re wrong.”

She huffs, ready to argue, but you don’t let go of her arm, squeezing it gently.

“The world isn’t black and white, I thought you had learned that by now. Lena isn’t a villain and you aren’t a hero. You’re both people who have hurt each other and keep trying to do so because you can’t deal with each other's absences.”

“I – You –” She adjusts the glasses she isn’t wearing. Kara’s tough resolution comes crumbling down when she finally notices the tears pooling on your eyes. “I’m sorry, I know.” She pulls you in, kissing the top of your head. “I know. I get it.”

“You don’t. You can’t.” You mumble, squeezed inside Kara’s protective hug, crying in her supersuit.

Because how could she? How can she see Lena as the evil one here, or ever? Lena, the only of the superfriends that sat down next to you the first time you came to National City and asked you a million questions so she would get to know you. And by the time you answered the tenth you had already memorized her face. Her mouth and how it curves, the way she talks and how she pronounces some words different, better, more beautiful than you. You had memorized her freckles. And all the colors of her iris.

You think that was the moment you fell in love.

Your body stiffens inside Kara’s embrace. You never thought of that before. Not with those words, not with this intensity. You’ve thought about how much you love her. More. Deeper. Compulsively. But you never once admitted you were in love.

Now that makes sense.

“I do. I get it.”

“You don’t. You don’t.” You repeat over and over again, about ten times. She doesn’t get it because you just now got it. “You don’t.”

“I do, little one.” Kara raises your head so you can look at her. “You love her.” She blinks her understanding at you. “I’ve always known. Alex knows too.”

They could’ve told you then.

They make up. Or sort of do. Lena helps save the world, she works against her own brother and well, it could’ve been it. It should’ve been ‘win and celebrate’ like it always was.

But it isn’t.

It’s absolutely not what happened.

Because the worst has happened. Your sister is gone.

Kara is gone and the world just stops making sense altogether. It all just becomes nonsensical chatter and days and hours merge in together. You barely get any sleep. Because no one leaves the phantom zone, no one ever left it before and even though you know that if someone can do it, it is your sister, still. Hope is her specialty and without her you’re just hopeless and broke.

“Hey,” Alex says and you raise your head from your place on Kara’s couch. “Thought I might find you here.”

“I’ve been staying here ever since…” There’s no need to finish your sentence, she knows. Your voice still breaks just at the prospect of having to say it. Ever since your sister is gone, like a death sentence over your head.

“Yeah.” Alex plops herself on the couch next to you. “How are you, kid? We haven’t talked much these days.”

“You mean ever since you decided to antagonize Lena and I wouldn’t have it?”

Sure, you’re being a bitch. It’s ridiculous of you. You shouldn’t do that to Alex because you know that she is suffering too. Just look at the bags under her eyes and how much older she looks in just a few days since it happened. And this has nothing to do with Kara nor Lena. Or even how Alex has just been so laser focused in this last Lex-fight, that she hasn’t noticed how much you’ve been suffering. No, it’s all because you’re alone, and lost, and the only person who gives you any hope is nowhere. Literally.

“Lena is fine, she is part of the team. All it’s in the past. She has forgiven me already.” Alex touches your hand, but you retract from her touch. “Will you?”

“I’m not mad.” Which is a half-lie. Because you are livid at the universe for taking Lena from you, and now Kara. Who else is it coming for? “I’m just –” You look at your hands. “Sad.”

Alex insists on the touch, throwing her arms over your shoulders and bringing you inside her hug. “We all are, kid. But we cannot lose hope. We will bring Kara back.” She kisses the top of your head. “Please come to the Tower to be with us. I don’t like the thought of you being alone here.”

“Okay.”

You can’t fathom being around people, but you don’t want to be alone anymore. Your thoughts are destroying you. So you go.

#supergirl fanfiction #lena x reader #baby danvers #b!d #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #kara x reader #alex danvers #reader insert #supergirl imagine

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lupines-slash-recs · 7 months

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Rec: We Are What We Pretend to Be by C_AND_B

Title: We Are What We Pretend to Be Author: C_AND_B Canon: Supergirl | DCCW Pairing: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor Rating: Teen [PG] Word Count: 25,164 Summary: After the unrestricted office access, and the flowers, and the surprise

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lesson-b · 1 month

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#war machine #captain marvel #carol danvers #spider-woman #comics #marvel #marvel comics #lesson-b

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dnvrsmedia · 2 years

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Houston We Have A Problem

word count: 1608

genre: smut (this is an 18+ fic)

warnings: A/B/O dynamics, Dacryphilia, impact play and other BDSM aspects, etc (pls feel free to lmk if i missed anything!)

an/ this is my first fic back after a very long hiatus AND my first smut piece, so pls be gentle lol. im terrified to post this...like truly. anyway i want to thank my love @cthulhus-curse for encouraging me to get back into writing and for helping me navigate the world of smut writing <33. everyone go check out their blog if you have not already! i hope you all enjoy! requests are now open :)

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Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong and you knew that the second you walked off that quinjet. You looked absolutely miserable and felt a whole lot worse. Sweat was dripping from every inch of your body and that was not the only thing that was wet. Your face looked permanently flushed as your body radiated heat like a broken furnace. You could only go a few steps without feeling intense and overwhelming cramping in your abdomen. You cursed as you felt those familiar feelings of emptiness and need surge though your body. All the signs of you going into heat were there, and yet you refused to believe that your body did this naturally. There was no way you went into heat so early was all you could think about, and you were on a mission to figure it out. You were determined to crawl back to the med bay no matter how late in the night it was. You just came back from what was supposed to be an easy recon mission. A simple sweep of an old Hydra science facility. You felt the hairs stand up on the back of your neck as you conducted the sweep, yet there was nothing to be found. Being that the mission went way too smooth for your liking, you stayed very skeptical. Your assumptions were proven right seeing as you were almost on all fours, crawling to the med bay. As the seconds go by you can feel your absolute desperation for your alphas incline. Thinking straight has been thrown out of the window as your inner omega screams for what you need. Your head is full with one thought. You need your alphas. You’re not going to die if you come back after you see them…right? After what feels like an eternity of contemplation, you finally say fuck it and turn to go into your shared room. The second you are in the door, you feel hands all over you. Through the bond that you share with your mates, you could tell that if they didn’t already know, they had a feeling. Both Natasha and Carol tower over you and overwhelm you with their scents. You could never get tired of their smell. A mix of sandalwood and musk for Carol and pure seduction and something floral for Natasha. When they combine you can’t help but feel lightheaded. Carol is the first to remove her mouth from leaving trails of kisses all over your neck to talk. “Fuck me, honey you smell so fucking good.” Carol growls in your ear as she caresses and gropes every inch of your body. You moan out as you feel Natasha grinding on you from behind. Her cock ever so straining through her boxers.

“God, baby you’re driving us wild. I swear we smelled how needy this pussy was from the second you landed.” Natasha takes her hand and snakes it around your throat to get more leverage as she grinds into your ass.

Carol slides the zipper to your suit all the way down to expose your chest. She starts from your decolletage as she roughly marks your body just the way you like it. Her tongue, teeth, lips and saliva all thrown into her bites and marks. A trail of her is left after and it is making you go mad. You don’t know how much longer you can take. The combination of both of your alpha’s cocks pressing into your front and back makes you dizzy. Your moans start to become louder and more desperate. “Please alphas!” you exclaim, “I need your knot! I need you both to fill me up. I need you inside me!” You cry out.

You feel as if you were to explode if both of your holes were not filled at this instant. Both Carol and Natasha laugh at your neediness, but nevertheless, they comply with your wishes. Carol works on taking her clothes off as she lets Natasha carry you to your shared bed. Within seconds your suit is completely ripped off of you just by her bare hands. No matter how many times Natasha does that, you can’t help but just moan. Your slick grows as time goes on to the point of you dripping on the bed.

“I need you both to hurry up.” You whine as your hand travels to your bud, hoping for some form of relief. Before you can touch, you feel Carol’s familiar hand grab onto your wrist.

“Did the needy bitch forget about their manners, hmm? You seem to forget that we own this pussy of yours, baby. Not the other way around. Just look at how pathetic our slut is.” Carol turns towards Natasha. You look over at her and see her hand slowly pumping her cock. Her tip was almost as red as her hair. You could tell that she needed to be inside of you just as much as you needed her.

“Please alphas, I need you so bad.” You babble that and other iterations as you start to cry. The overwhelming feeling of being empty has controlled and taken over your senses. You open your eyes to Nat trailing her tongue up your cheek, wiping away your tears. Her free hand wraps around your neck tight.

“Fuck, you know I love it when you cry.” She groans into your ear. Carol enters you with a swift thrust unexpectedly. Finally being filled by one of your alphas sends you into a frenzy. Nat lets go of your throat for a moment to hear your desperate moans and pleads. You can tell that the normally “chill” ex-assassin is becoming less patient. Nat straddles your face, blocking your view of Carol. Seeing that you’re not paying attention to her, she smacks your cheek. You moan out some curse words and focus your attention on the red head in front of you. Her free hand goes for your jaw as she squeezes tight to open your mouth. A sinister smile joins her face as she sees you struggling to remain eye contact.

“Open up, whore.” Is all that is said to you before her cock is thrusted down your throat. You loved nothing more than being their toy to play with. Filling you up on both ends made you drip. You particularly loved it when Natasha loses control like just now. Snapping her hips into your wet and welcoming mouth. Fucking your throat until your jaw is sore.Making you gag at her gurth as it fucks your mouth open wide, ready to be used by her. Natasha’s moans are like none other. Hearing her raspy and airy groans turn into deep, dark, and needy moans turns you on an inexplicable amount. That combined with her and Carol’s dirty talk is guaranteed to make you cum within minutes. You can always tell when Tasha is getting close when she starts letting her inner alpha out with no restraint.

“Fuck, baby your mouth is so wet. Yeah? You like that, slut? You like being Sir’s personal fleshlight, huh? Just always ready to be full of my cum. What a needy bitch you are. Always wanting to be filled with our pups. Isn’t that right, Carol? The bitch can’t get enough of us.” Nat growls as her hips snap into your throat with vigor. Carol lets out a long groan as Natasha’s words cause your cunt to tighten around her. Your pussy glistens with need as it swallows Carol’s length whole, leaving nothing left.

“Fuuuccck Nat, I wish you could see how hungry their cunt is for my knot.” Carol picks up speed as she feels herself get closer to her release. That remark must have set Natasha off as she bucks into your mouth one last time before she fills your mouth with her cum. Thick ribbons of her sticky white substance spills down the sides of your mouth as you try and swallow it all. Nat’s hips finally slow as she flops next to you on the bed. Her desperation is still there as she takes the back of your neck and presses her mouth to yours. Mixing a combination of both your saliva and her cum. The action makes Carol moan. You feel her cock twitch in you as she plows her hips even deeper into you if possible. Like Nat, Carol lets go of all restraint when she is ready to cum. Carol’s primal instincts take over as she growls and pounds into you deeply.

“Such a filthy omega for us, aren’t you? You would be lost without your alphas and our cocks, isn't that right, baby?” All you can do is moan and whimper. Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head as you try to stay focused.

“Answer me.” Carol reached to your puffy clit and rubbed tight circles onto it. “You’re nothing but a dumb, cockdrunk whore who always needs their alphas knot.”

All you could do was nod ferociously until your vision went white. Carol’s knot is released seconds after, filling you with her pups. Praises and sweet nothings were muttered to you as you finally cum. Yet that only satisfies your itch for so long.The three of you lay in the bed, Carol on top of you and Nat beside her. You turn to Nat and start nuzzling your nose into her mark while inhaling her scent. You feel yourself feeling empty once more. Your hands (not so discreetly) travel down to their cocks, ready for more. You look up to see the both of them in shock.

“We are far from over.” You smirk.

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Alex ,Kara and B!D get into a car accident and B!D is the one that gets most severely injured

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topic of an car accident, injuries and blood. Those plots are presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

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The sky was tinged with a soft pink as Alex, Kara, and you headed off to spend a weekend with your mother in Midvale. The narrow streets were busy and flooded with the setting sun, but the anticipation of spending time together and the fresh breeze that carried the scent of flowering grass and trees outweighed any hectic pace.

Alex, a cheerful DEO agent with bright eyes, drove J'onn's borrowed car with a big smile on her face as she tapped the steering wheel to the beat of a song. The music on the radio created a pleasant and happy atmosphere as Kara kept lifting her head to look at the passing landscape. You, the adventurer of the sibling group, looked out the window and couldn't wait to see the familiar streets of Midvale again.

"I'm so excited to see Mom again. It's been far too long." With a wide grin curving your lips, you counted the kilometers that were still away from your old home, the memories of your childhood flooding you. The suburban streets, the shops and the park - everything felt so familiar. The blonde giggled in her seat, looking at Alex for a brief moment before turning back to face you. "Yes, it's going to be a nice weekend. I can already taste Eliza's famous lasagna."

Alex continued to focus on the busy streets, wanting to get you safely to your destination while you continued to relive stories you had experienced together with Kara. "There's the playground where you used to take me to play, Al!" You remarked, your mind immediately flashing back to the time you scraped your knee jumping off the swing. The scars were still visible on them. "And over there is the ice cream parlor we always stopped at after school!"

Kara nodded meekly, the past of the beginning of her new life on earth flashing past in her mind's eye. "There's something magical about Midvale. Like a trip back in time - and I love it." She spoke in a whisper and a silence dominated the car, apart for the soft melody in the background.

The roads passed small towns, many green fields and picturesque landscapes. You three siblings exchanged stories, laughed and enjoyed the ride. The anticipation of the weekend back in your past was literally palpable while the annoyances passed easily.

But suddenly and unexpectedly, a loud honk ripped through the air, followed by the squeak of the wheels and a deafening crash. Your car skidded before going down an embankment and colliding with a tree that saved you from a high drop.

The world seemed to move in slow motion for a moment as Kara tried, with shaking hands, to free herself from the wrecked, upside-down car. The air was filled with the sweet smell of gasoline and smoke as Alex, her eyes wide and her hands clenched on the steering wheel, still not quite over the shock of the accident, tried to orient herself. "Are you all good?“

The redhead tried to answer in a daze, not understanding what had just happened. "I-I think so. Y/n? Kiddo, how are you?"

But when there was no answer to her question, nor did she hear any noise, she turned around. Kara was finally out of the car and walked around to check on you. The sight in the back seat was shocking. You lay lifeless, thrown against the door by the impact. The distraught face, pale and marked with traces of blood, triggered a wave of panic in both of them.

"Y/n? Y/n, please, say something!" The blonde spoke fearfully, reaching her hand through the broken back window to grab your leg. She shook it, pulling on your pant leg as hard as she could, but you didn't move. "We have to get help. Quick, where is my cell phone?"

Alex looked around the wreckage, finally unbuckled from her seatbelt. She crawled around in the front cabin of the car, spread her hands in the shattered glass pieces and frantically searched the interior before she got to Kara's phone, which luckily remained intact.

She skillfully threw the cell phone out of the open passenger door into the hands of the blonde, who immediately called 911 while the redhead fought her way through the smoke and debris to get to you and stabilize you. Every step felt like an obstacle course in a nightmare. "Sweetheart, please wake up! Please!"

Meanwhile, Kara had notified all rescue workers and helped open the door to help her eldest sister rescue you from the wreckage as carefully as possible. The sight of your lifeless form in Kara's arms was heartbreaking. The minutes began to feel like hours.

"You can't give up, y/n. We can do this. You have to hold on," the blonde sobbed, clutching your blood-stained jacket tightly in her hands. She tried to stay calm as she had your head lying on her lap, gently stroking your dull hair.

The ambulance approached, sirens blaring, cutting through the tense silence of the scene. When the paramedics arrived, they immediately began life-saving measures and pushed your siblings aside. Carefully, you were placed on a stretcher and taken away immediately. "We have to take her to the hospital immediately. It doesn't look good," the paramedic spoke, the injuries were serious and the atmosphere was filled with tension and worry. "Do you need an ambulance? Are you in any pain?"

They both shook their heads abjectly, the helplessness palpable in their eyes, as the ambulance sped away, accompanied by the blue lights reflected in the tears on both siblings' faces.

The two called their mother and told her in brief detail what had happened. The two were immediately picked up from the side of the road and followed the ambulance in a state of uncertainty. The journey was filled with silence, only broken by the critical state of you.

In the hospital, time once again felt unhinged and stretching. You were asked to wait outside while the doctors did everything they could to stabilize you. The wait in the emergency room was accompanied by anxious thoughts and silent prayers, filled with a fear that connected the waiting siblings and your mother.

The moment the attending physician emerged after hours, he carried a mixture of hope and fear, his face showing strain. "It was a serious operation and her condition is still critical, but we are doing our best. We have to wait and hope."

The news hit Alex and Kara like a blow. In the hours that followed, they lingered in the waiting room, praying for you and holding each other. The night passed slowly and the first rays of morning sunlight illuminated the hospital corridors. The doctor came out again, this time with a look of caution on his face. "It was close, but her daughter and sister survived the surgery. It will take a long recovery time, but we are optimistic."

All three breathed a sigh of relief, tears of joy mixing with the exhaustion and dirt that still lay on their faces. Together they made their way to your hospital room to support you as the sun rose over Midvale.

Alex and Kara literally stormed into the room. The sight of you connected to numerous tubes and equipment brought a mixture of relief and sadness. They sat on the bed and held your hand. "We are here with you. You will get through this," the redhead whispered softly. "We love you. You are not alone."

The next days and weeks were characterized by fear and hope. The siblings shared the pain, the fear and the desperate longing for a positive turnaround. And as those days passed, Alex and Kara seemed to grow even closer as they waited side by side for you to return to life.

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