#lena luthor x female reader

[thewidowsghost]

Lovestruck (Lena Luthor x Fem!Danvers!Reader)

@sashawalker2 asked:

I'd like to request this. Fem Reader X Lena Luthor Prompt: “You are my best friend” Idea: Reader is Lena Luthor's best friend. A sweet fluffy fic. Imagine the two going off on holiday and just being very sweet to each other.

"It's so cute that you're going on vacation with Lena," Alex comments, nudging her sister with a shoulder.

(Y/n) looks up from the new suit she was making for Kara – stitching the new emblem into the fabric.

"Of course, Lena and I do everything together. She's my best friend," (Y/n) replies.

"You're so oblivious," Alex replies, (Y/n) going back to her stitchwork.

"What?" (Y/n) replies, distractedly.

"Oblivious," Alex says.

"About what?" (Y/n) asks, looking up at her sister.

"Lena likes you," Alex says.

"Haha," (Y/n) turns back to her work again. "You're funny Alex, she's just my friend."

. . .

"I'm so glad you've decided to join me on holiday," Lena says, her and (Y/n) settling down on their shared couch in their shared apartment. Lena props her head up with her hand as she gazes at (Y/n), her ginger cat, Apollo, sleeping in her lap.

(Y/n) takes a sip from her glass of water. "It'll be fun," she smiles warmly.

(Y/n)'s puppy, a golden retriever named Cosmo, bounds over to the couch. Both (Y/n) and Cosmo look at Lena, pulling off very similar puppy-dog eyes.

Lena's expression softens as she meets (Y/n)'s gaze. "Fine," Lena finally gives in.

"Up, Cosmo," (Y/n) calls the dog up onto the couch.

Cosmo jumps up onto the couch, lying his head in Lena's lap.

"I still can't believe I let you get a dog in our apartment," Lena strokes Cosmo's ears.

"He's our dog," (Y/n) replies, allowing her head to tilt slightly, something that Lena finds very cute. "And you already had a cat before I even moved in."

"Hey, would you mind –" Lena begins.

"I gotcha," (Y/n) replies. She pats Cosmo's back, and gets off the couch.

This was a common occurrence in the household – Cosmo would beg to be let onto the couch, Lena would complain affectionately about Cosmo wanting to get on the couch, Lena would let Cosmo up, the dog would rest his head on Lena's knee, and then Lena would request a glass of wine.

"Cabernet?" (Y/n) asks and Lena grins slightly.

"You know me so well," Lena replies.

(Y/n) moves to the kitchen, reaches into the wine cabinet, and pulls out a bottle of Cabernet. "This one?" (Y/n) asks, lifting the bottle high enough for Lena to see.

"The other one," Lena replies.

(Y/n) hums grabbing the other bottle and pouring a glass, bringing it over to Lena.

. . .

Soft snores escape (Y/n)'s slightly open mouth.

"So oblivious," Lena mutters, running her fingers through (Y/n)'s hair.

Cosmo lifts his head from his place in (Y/n)'s lap, letting his tongue loll out of his mouth.

"I think you know it too, boy," Lena reaches over and scratches behind the retriever's ears.

. . .

(Y/n) stumbles sleepily down the hall, yawning as she heads towards the coffee maker.

"Already made," Lena appears at (Y/n)'s shoulder holding a mug of coffee, and (Y/n) jumps.

(Y/n) takes the mug from Lena, and sips from the coffee. (Y/n) makes a murmur of contentment, taking another sip of the coffee. "It's perfect," (Y/n) says. "How'd you know –"

"I like you!" Lena blurts out, and (Y/n) stops, her eyes widening.

"What?" (Y/n) asks. "I thought Alex was joking."

"Excuse me," Lena looks confused.

"I was working on Kara's suit, and she said something about you liking me," (Y/n)'s cheeks begin to feel hot. "I thought she was just messing with me."

"I do like you! A lot!" Lena says. "You just never seemed to notice."

There is a silence before Lena looks up at (Y/n), watching her cheeks darken.

"I, uh, like you too," (Y/n) says softly. "And like," she scrambles for the words, "not just in a friend way."

Lena lets out a laugh of relief.

"So," (Y/n) looks up from her mug of coffee. "What do we do now? I've never done this before."

Lena snorts with amusement. "I think we go on our vacation, and have fun. And then we come back and tell our friends."

"Tell them what?" (Y/n) asks cluelessly.

Lena lets out a 'pfft' noise and just shakes her head fondly. "Nothing you should worry your cute little head about," Lena replies. "Now, let's go. We're going to be late."

"Isn't it your private jet?" (Y/n) says.

Lena just holds back her chuckle as Apollo follows her down the hall to her bedroom.

Word Count: 807 words

#lena luthor x reader #lena luthor x danvers reader #lena luthor x fem reader #lena luthor x female reader #lesbian lena luthor

[froottalks]

Elegance Unveiled - Lena Luthor x fem!reader

[summary: where reader is lena's assistant and has a huge crush on lena, reader later sees lena in a beautiful dress at a gala and panics, they later share a moment together and lena kisses the reader.]

Masterlist

The halls of L-Corp were a constant buzz of activity, but amidst the chaos, you found solace in the presence of Lena Luthor. As her dedicated assistant, you admired her brilliance, her grace, and the way she navigated the complexities of her family's legacy. What others saw as coldness, you perceived as a shield that protected her from the world.

The more time you spent with Lena, the deeper your feelings grew. A simple smile from her could brighten your day, and every interaction left you longing for more. You kept your emotions hidden, fearing that your affection would jeopardize the professional relationship you treasured.

The annual L-Corp gala was the talk of the city, and you found yourself in the midst of its preparation. As Lena's assistant, you were tasked with ensuring the event went off without a hitch. The night of the gala arrived, and you watched from the sidelines as Lena greeted guests with effortless charm.

But when Lena emerged in a stunning dress that accentuated her elegance, your heart raced, and panic clawed at your chest. The sight of her beauty was overwhelming, and you realized that your feelings for her had deepened beyond your control.

Amidst the glamour and the glittering lights, you stole a moment of respite in a quiet corner. But as Lena's gaze found yours across the room, your heart skipped a beat. She approached with a smile that held a hint of familiarity.

"(Y/n), you've been working tirelessly," she said, her voice soft but warm.

You managed a nervous smile, attempting to conceal your racing heart. "It's all worth it to see the success of the gala."

Lena's gaze lingered, and you felt an unspoken connection between you. "You look exquisite tonight," she commented, her eyes tracing your form.

A blush tinged your cheeks as you looked away from her captivating emerald eyes and stammered a thank you, your heart pounding in your ears. Was it just you or was it suddenly too hot in there?

As the night continued, you found yourself drawn to Lena's side, your conversations becoming more intimate. The connection you had tried to suppress was undeniable, and it seemed that Lena was equally drawn to you.

As the gala reached its peak, Lena took your hand, leading you to a quieter spot away from the crowd. The moon's soft glow bathed you both in an ethereal light, and Lena's gaze held a mixture of vulnerability and longing.

"(Y/n), there's something I've been wanting to say," Lena began, her voice tinged with sincerity. "I've noticed the way you look at me, the way your presence brings me comfort."

Your heart raced as Lena's words hung in the air, hope and uncertainty warring within you.

Lena's fingers gently lifted your chin, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "And I want you to know that the feelings are mutual."

Before you could respond, Lena leaned in, her lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both tender and passionate. Time seemed to stand still as you shared a moment of unspoken connection, the weight of your emotions finally acknowledged.

The gala came to an end, and you found yourselves on the rooftop, the city's lights twinkling below. Lena's hand was entwined with yours, and the silence between you was comfortable, filled with unspoken promises.

"Is this real?" you whispered, your gaze never leaving Lena's.

She smiled, her expression a mixture of contentment and certainty. "It's as real as the stars above us."

THE END

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[doudouneverte]

Don't follow my lead

a/n: i thought about something new...

*not my GIF*

Pairing: Lena Luthor x Daxamite!F!Reader; Mon-El x Sister!Reader; Clark Kent x Female!Reader (platonic); Alex Danvers x Female!Reader(platonic); Lillian Luthor x Female!Reader, mention of Kara Danvers x Female!Reader(platonic)

Summary: you're the sister of Mon-El you leave Daxam when you were little and came on earth before Kara. You met the daughter Luthor who'll become your wife and you two have a daughter. Unfortunaly, she'll be betrayl by a mysterious woman, Rhea, who is your mother.

Types: Angst and Fluff

Note: this fic take place in the season 2 and in this fic Lena already know Kara's secret identity and she's coll wuth that.

Warning: nothing

word count: ~3150

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[Daxam after the explosion of Krypton]

Someone woke you up, and you were confused when you saw the fear in the eyes of your maid. "What's happening?" She didn't have the time to reply when you both heard screams and cries. She took your hand and dragged you out of the castle.

"Ms. Y/n, Krypton exploded, and it is falling on Daxam. I need to make sure you can escape." She found a Kryptonian pod and pushed you in.

"No, Abbie, I don't want to leave you." You started to cry, "Come with me, please." You plead, but she shook her head.

"You're the princess of Daxam, miss. You have to go and survive." She hugged you and apologized, "I'm sorry, Y/N." She was crying as well.

"You can't leave me. I need you, and mom, and dad and my brother" she brushed her thumb on your cheek to calm you down, "and I'm only 5, I'll not survive without you. Please Abbie" you plead again.

"I already put data in it; it'll bring you to a planet called Earth," she kissed your forehead before starting the pod. "Don't forget, miss, you're a princess; act like one," she said as she placed her hand on the window, and you reciprocated: "Good luck, miss Y/N."

You were flying into space without saying anything.The journey should have been quick, but your pod collided with an asteroid, sending you to the phantom zone.You are imprisoned for the next 27 years before miraculously escaping.

[Earth, a town near Metropolis]

When you landed on Earth, Clark was already Superman. He found your pod when you lend and helped you, and because of him, you found a new home in this new world. The (y/l/n)s were good parents; they always wanted a new child, so when the Superman asked for their assistance, they couldn't say no.

The first years were difficult, you missed your family and Abbie too. But fortunately, you were glad to have a new big brother who was a jerk but not a Don Juan and a big sister who was always here when you needed her.

After a few years and many late-night conversations with your sister, Jessy, you decide to live a life that makes you proud. Since this moment, you were not the princess of Daxam; you were just Y/n Y/l/n, daughter of James and Kathryn (Y/l/n), and the little sister of Mike and Jessy. It was all you needed, at least before you went to high school. You met her there; she was stunning and beautiful; you couldn't count how many times you were lost in her green eyes, and her black hair, which contrasted nicely with her pale skin, was also quite nice.Her name: Lena Luthor.

After taking some advice from your friends and your siblings, you asked her out, and she accepted. You started dating one month after your first date, and three years later you married her. With her job at Luthor Corp and your job at Daily Planet, you almost have time to spend together, but you decided to have a child, you carried her, and it was the most beautiful thing in your life after Lena.Her name was Lilly; you thought it was a pretty name, and it was the minimum for your pretty princess.

Time flies, Lex has gone insane just after you and Lilly move to National City. Lois found you a job at Catco where you could work less and spend more time with your daughter. Unfortunately, that means you were not here when Lex tied your wife to a chair in his office and threatened to kill you. She was aware of your past and the fact that you were a daxamite, but she didn't mind; all she cared about was the fact that you adored her and Lilly above all else.

[Present]

It's been a while now since Lena came to Central City, and you will not lie; you were pretty glad. Lilly loves you, but she missed her other mom too. Today you decided to have lunch with your wife, and you brought your daughter. It was a little surprise to Lena, but it was a surprise for you when you knocked and opened the door to find an older woman with your wife. She looked familiar, but you couldn't tell where you saw her.

The little girl didn't hesitate and rushed to her mom to greet her with a hug, and the green-eyed woman picked her up. "Hi little princess, I missed you," she cooed, and you smiled at the interaction. She looked at you and seemed to recall something, so she cleared her throat and came to a halt beside you, kissing you and saying, "Rhea, this is my wife, and Lilly is our daughter."She introduced you. "Y/n, this is Rhea. She asked for my help on a new project." She explained, and you nodded.

You offered your hand at Reah, and she shook it. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Rhea; I hope she'll not bother you too much," you joked, and your wife punched your shoulder. "You know that doesn't hurt me, honey," you said, and Lena rolled her eyes.

"Mommy, I'm hungry." Lilly said.

"Oh, I think it's my clue to leave." The older brunette said,

"No, you can stay and eat with us." You offered.

"Oh no, I don't want to ruin a mother-daughter moment," she said, and she pocked the cheek of the little girl, who giggled,

"You don't ruin anything, Rhea." Lena said this time,

"Don't worry, there is someone who wait for me too," she said before walking to the door. "I'll see you soon, Lena." The three of you waved your hands, and she left.

"I like her," you said. "I just hope this new project will not take all your time."

The CEO kissed your cheek this time "I promise. Now let's go to eat."

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After your first meeting with Rhea, the woman was always here when you visited L-Corp. It was not really bothering, she was pretty good with your daughter, and Luly seems to like her too. You were waiting for your wife that night, and you were reading a bedtime story to your little princess when she said something that caught your attention: "Mama, Mrs. Rhea, look like you." You stopped reading the story and looked at her,

"What do you mean, princess?" you asked softly,

"Yeah, she looks like you, and she looks like Mike too." You frowned your brows; you hadn't met Mike, Kara's new friend, yet. Lilly and Lena liked to say you had some common point with him, but you didn't know him. "Do you think she's from Da-Dax..." She searched for the right word, and it was cute to look at.

"Daxam, baby girl. And I don't know; I almost forgot everything about it. It's been a while you know." She nodded, "Now it's time to sleep, little princess. Tomorrow we will go to the carnival with mommy," you said, and she was so excited.

You left her bedroom when you were sure she was sleeping. You looked at the time and noticed it was late, and Lena didn't reply to your texts or your calls. You thought for a moment before calling Alex. "Hey Alex," you said when she answered the phone,

"Hey Y/n, it's late. Aren't you supposed to sleep?" She worriedly asked.

You groan "You're such a mom." And she laughed "do you know where is Lena? I tried to call her, but she didn't reply, and she didn't reply to my texts. I'm starting to worry." You admitted and you heard her sighed

"Y/N, we have a problem," she said, and you started to worry about your wife "We think she has been trapped and kidnapped by Mike's mom. But don't worry, Kara is on it."

"Where are you?" A wave of rage begins to wash over you.Alex told you where she was, you called Jessy, and she took Lilly with her for the night before you almost flew to where your friends was. When you reached the older Danvers, she was in front of a portal. She told you Kara was on the other side, and you didn't hesitate to run after her.

On the ship, you found Kara, Mike, Rhea, and an angry Superman. "What the hell?" you yelled, and every gaze was on you. "why Clark look like he's in front of a bad guy?" you asked, and the black-haired Kryptonian walked to you before he was stopped by Kara. You looked at Rhea and said, "You. Where is my wife?" You asked

"What Lena is your wife?" Mon-el said, and you focused on him.

"I saw you somewhere," you said, and some flashes from your childhood started to run in your mind. "Mon-el?" you asked, and you tilted your head. "But how? You were supposed to be dead when Krypton fell on Daxam." You were more than confused. He was about to reply when Rhea attacked you with a dagger made of lead. Thanks to your training with Clark, you successfully dodged it and attacked her back.

"Who are you?" the man  asked you.

"I'm Y/n, princess of Daxam," you said, and the room froze at your confession.

"Wait, Y/n like--" your brother wanted to say something, but Rhea cut him off,

"It's impossible," she said."My daughter died, Krypton took me my daughter," she explained, and now everything makes sense—the familiar look, the fact that Lena and Lilly always say you look like both of them.

"Mother?" you asked, and you didn't trust what you said. All this time, you thought you were the only one who survived. "But how should you be dead, both of you?" you asked, as tears streamed down your cheeks. "Wait, if you're both alive, that's mean father and Abbie too." At your sentence, Rhea was hit by a wave of guilt. Mon-El looked at her and didn't say anything.

She shook her head, and you cried harder. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm really sorry." She kept repeating it as if it would make you stop, but it didn't. And honestly, neither of them could make you feel better. You wanted to yell at them because they didn't protect Abbie, but an alarm stopped you.

"What is this?" you asked, and a guard ran to where you were before stopping and panting,

"My queen, the humans... They sent lead into the atmosphere." he announced, and the three of you widen your eyes

"What?" You said, but you didn't wait for any response before leaving the ship—thankfully, it was on top of the building. When your feet were definitely on the ground, you started to run. You had to find Lilly; she can't be exposed to the lead. Even if she was half human, she would be affected by the lead.

[North Pole, Fortress of Solitude, a few minutes earlier]

After Lena crossed the portal, Luke closed it. "What are you doing?" the young Luthor asked, but her mom didn't look at her.

"We needed to get away, and we did. Now what happens to them? That's not our problem." Lillian said nonchalantly, "But we have another problem." She said, and her daughter tilted her head with confusion, "ThisRhea sent all her army to conquer us, but we can stop her." Her voice was cold and calm, but she was a little worried, even if she didn't let it show. She is attached to Lilly, and she can't imagine what they could do to her.

"And what are your plan?"Lena asked coldly.

"We know they're weak against lead; it's their kryptonite." She took a little box "Lex had planned to use this to diffuse kryptonite in the atmosphere to kill Superman, but if you change it, it could diffuse lead." She informed her,

"And why would I do that?" The CEO scuffed,

"Because we both know you have a reason who is 4 years old and could be in danger if they found her." Lillian said,

"But my wife is a daxamite too." Lena reminded her,

"Yeah, I know, and I have something that could help her not be affected." She said casually, "So?"

Lena examined her mother and the cyborg beside her "deal."She said it quietly but enough to be heard by her mom, who now had a smile on her face.

Only a few minutes later, your genius wife finished the modification and activated the device.

[National City, present]

You knocked on the door of Jessy's apartment, she opened quickly and inspected you before leading you to her sofa. "What happened to you? Where is Lena?" she asked, afraid of your condition.

"Someone diffuses lead in the—" you coughed, "atmosphere," you finished, coughing.

"Wait who? And why?" Your sister asked,

"I don't know, but I need to contact Lena. Lilly will be affected by the lead, and she's the only one who could help us." You declared, Jess wanted to say something, but her phone rang; it was Lena.

"Lena, where are you?... what? Yeah, she's with me ... Right now? Okay, she's with me too, in my apartment... Yeah see you soon." she hangs on and turned to you "it was Lena she's in her way to come here. She'll be here soon. You should rest. I'll bring you water," she said as she walked to the kitchen.

You walked to Jessy's room and opened the door. You saw Lilly. She was sleeping, but suddenly she started to cough and was now awake. You took her in your arms and made your way back to the living room. Jessy came back and gave you both a glass of water. It's been more than twenty years now since you were on earth, so you knew you could stay a little longer, but you were worried for Lilly. Fortunately, Lena didn't make you wait too long.

You heard a knock on the door, and your big sis opened it. She smiled when she saw Lena, but her smile disappeared when she saw the woman behind her. "Oh Lillian, what a surprise." she said coldly, but let them step inside.

When you saw the familiar green eyes you were relieved and then you saw your mother-in-law, you suppressed a caught "Mother-in-law." you greeted her

"Daughter-in-law" She greeted you back, "You seemed more alive the last time I saw you," she joked, and you chuckled,

"Granny Lillian." Lilly greeted her, and the older Luthor's heart almost dropped when she heard the voice of her granddaughter.

"Hey princess, did you catch a cold?" Lena asked when she noticed her daughter's condition.

"No, someone diffused lead in the atmosphere," you replied, and the youngest Luthor coughed against your chest. "Hey, it's okay, Princess," you ran your hand through her hair. "Mommy is here; she'll find a way to help you." you whispered loudly against her temple.

Lena covered her mouth with her hands. It couldn't be real. Her baby girl shouldn't be affected by the lead, she's human too. Lillian noticed and decided to speak, "We have something that could help her." She informed you.

You didn't have to think too long about it, you understood they couldn't save both of you. "Hey princess, do you want to show the gift uncle Mike gave you to your granny?" You asked softly, and she nodded before getting up and walking to her bedroom. You started to walk to the kitchen and made eye contact with your wife. She got the hint and followed you.

"I'm sorry," she barely said between sobs.

"Hey, darling... *cough*... it's okay. You'll help Lilly, and I'm sure you'll find a solution for me after that." You kissed her forehead gently.

"I was not talking about this," she admitted. You didn't say anything; you just studied her eyes.

"It was you?" You asked her, and she nodded. She was crying harder, and you locked her between your arms. She could hear your heartbeats, but they were so ecstatic she couldn't feel safe, "I know why you did that." You whispered, and you ran a hand through her hair, "I'm not angry or anything, Lena. Just promise me you'll do anything to heal Lilly." She gently drew back and locked her gaze on yours.You only saw sadness and fear in her eyes, and it was killing you.

"I promise. But we have to do something for you." She replied, and you smiled softly.

"It's okay, my queen; I'm sure Superman and Supergirl won't mind if I stay in the fortress for a while." You tried to reassure her, or you. You didn't really know, but you can't let her feel bad for something she couldn't control. "I'm okay, Lena, I promise."

Jessy came in the kitchen, and you looked at her. "Lilly is feeling better now." She informed you, and Lena was relieved. You wanted to rush to your baby girl and take her in your arms, but you fell to the ground.

When you awoke, you were in the fortress. You could feel the lead in your lungs, but the pain slowly went away. You looked around and noticed a floating robot."Good morning, Mrs. Y/l/n-Luthor, I'm Kelex," he said.

"Oh, nice to meet you, Kelex." You looked around. "We are in the fortress, right?" you asked.

"That's right. Supergirl brought you here after you collapsed in your sister's apartment," he explained.

"Oh," was all you could say."Do you know where the others are?" you asked.

"They were back in National City. But you can't see them right now." he said, and you looked confused. "The atmosphere is not totally free of lead. You must stay here, safe," he explained.

"Do you know until when?" you asked, a little saddened by the revelation.

"We don't know, but don't worry, I'll let Mrs. Luthor and Kara know you're awake. They could come to see you during your time here." he said, and you nodded.

"Okay, it'll be fun. At least, I hope," you muttered.

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[imagine-lcorp]

Never Let Me Go (One Shot)

Request

Hey lovely! Could I request a Lena x female reader imagine where R suffers from night terrors and Lena helps her through them? Thanks in advance 💕❤️

A/N: Hello darlings, here another piece, enjoy! Also, hope everyone is having great holidays!! Remember to enjoy your time with your loved ones! 

Lena Luthor x Fem!R/Night Terrors//Word Count: 2,384

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Music plays through your headphones as you try to concentrate on getting the exact shade of blue you need to finish your painting. You look back and forth between the canvas and your palette, making small circles with your brush to mix the paint. It is nothing fancy, and you know you're no artist, but its something you have come to enjoy, something that takes your mind out of the troubles of the day. It's kind of funny too, you think, as you never thought paining by numbers was going to become your hobby number one, although more out of necessity than a real interest in such artistic endeavors.

You're so concentrated that you don't hear Lena's first knock at the door, and after the second knock goes unanswered, she decides to open it. She steps in slowly and quietly, smiling the second her eyes land on you. She looks then at the half painted canvas you have in front of you and her eyes shine thinking about the effort you put on it, trying to make it better than it was intended to be.

She approaches in the same way but you don't get scared as a pair of hands land on your shoulders. You have come to know the sensation of those palms and fingers on your body to even think they could scare you. You also feel a kiss at the top of your head that prompts a smile out of your lips. A second later, you leave the palette in the little table nearby, knowing your painting hour is over. You take your headphones off too, careful not to hit Lena with them as you move them to rest near the palette.

"It looks amazing." Lena says as she leans closer to you, moving her arms to wrap them around you, letting them hang above your chest and lowering her head next to yours.

"I still can't get the blue right." You say pointing with your brush at the canvas.

"You will get it." She places an encouraging kiss on your cheek. "But now, it's time for bed."

You nod slowly, placing the brush on the palette. You're not finishing your canvas tonight, and you know it's better if you take Lena's advice.

"I'll sleep in the spare room." You say with a tired voice.

"No." You feel her arms tight around you. "I want you with me."

"I may not let you sleep tonight." You sigh.

"I don't mind." She assures you and even when you can't see her directly, you know she's smiling. "We can stay awake together then."

"You need some rest." You try to fight her on the matter. She has been having a tough week, and you do not wish to add to her endless list of worries.

"As you do." Her voice, gentle but commanding, let's you know she won't leave you alone even when you try to push her away. "Come on, darling. It's getting late."

"Okay." You raise your hands to her arms, caressing them with your thumbs before letting her go. A tiny gesture of trust and adoration. "I'll just finish this. Be there in a minute."

"I'll prepare the bed." She kisses your cheek once more time and slides her hands off your body to turn around.

When you hear the door close behind you, you let go another sigh.

Tonight, you can feel it. It's going to be one of those nights.

All day you had been feeling anxious for no particular reason. You just felt it. The chills and the creeping sensation that ran through your spine up to the back of your skull. Like a shadow hanging over you. An omen of bad dreams. It doesn't happen always, but you know the feeling too well and even when you suppose you shouldn't, you are thankful for it. There aren't many times in which you can sense what's coming. It lets you prepare for it. It's a battle you cannot win but it's not so much of a defeat either. You do what you can with what you have and you try to make the best of it. You only hope it won't last long.

You take the brush from the palette and submerge it in the cup of water you have nearby, then you take a rag from the table to clean your hands. Lena awaits for you, and you do not wish to make her wait. You will have to leave that shade of blue for another time.

You reach the dorm after you have cleaned yourself, finding it dimly illuminated by your table lamplight. You hear water running and walk towards the bathroom. Lena is there, a hand testing the temperature of the water falling into the bathtub. When she's done, she closes the faucet and hums satisfied to herself. You knock on the doorframe, not wanting to startled her.

When she turns at the sound, her eyes soften and her smile is gentle.

"I thought you would like a bath before going to bed."

"Thank you." You say with steps leading you to her.

"Do you need anything else?" She says reaching for your hand, lifting it up to her lips and kissing your knuckles.

It makes your heart melt. The way she pours her love onto you, with thoughtful actions and kind gestures, not only on nights like this but every day you get to spend with her. It reminds you no matter how long the night is, she's the light that always saves you from the darkness.

"Join me?" You ask in an almost plea.

Lena knows you're anxious. She could tell from the moment you arrived home with a little frown, you were not having a goodnight sleep that night. You looked more tired than usual and she noticed instantly, your mind had been wandering for the rest of the evening. You had tried your best to stay calm and relaxed for the rest of the day, and she did the same, hoping it could help you ease your own worries.

So when you ask her to join you, she agrees, letting herself enjoy the moment to before you have to deal with whatever comes at night.

"Of course." She agrees without second thoughts.

You stay in the bathtub for as long as you can, with your back against her chest and her arms wrapped around you, feeling little pecks on your skin along the base of your neck, until the water is cold and you're forced to leave and finally change into your pajamas.

You do it all so slowly, drying yourself, changing your clothes, brushing your teeth, all your night routine as much as it is humanly possible to do so. It's not that you're trying to delay the inevitable, but you have found best to take your time with these things, transform their mundane nature into a sacred ritual that reminds you how precious this moments are. Moments of lucidity and irresistible tranquility. The calm before the storm.

"Come closer." Lena speaks softly once you have settled in your side of the bed.

You're a little to close to the edge for good measure. The last thing you want to do tonight is to hurt her if you wake up too suddenly.

"I'll push you away." You look at her, tiredness already settling in your body.

"I don't mind." She says again and scoops closer to your side, placing her head on your shoulder and putting her arms around you. "I'll move if I need to."

"You're not letting me go tonight, are you?" You smile at her.

"Never." She replies, and you have never felt safer in your life.

You close your eyes and sleep comes more easily than you expect. As do the nightmares.

It starts with a knock on the door.

The sound makes you open your eyes and when you do you see a shadow under the door illuminated by the hallway light. Someone is outside of your room and they knock and knock again, waiting for you to open. With a certainty that only comes from dreams, you know whoever is in the other side won't leave until you answer. You should walk to the door and tell them to leave you alone. This is no place or time for whatever business they come.

So you push the bedsheets away and sit straight but as soon as you do, the shadow disappears and the knocks become scratches.

Whoever, whatever, is outside, you now know, does not come in peace. That much is clear by the frantic scratches and erratic noises that come from behind the door. Your heart pounds harder as the shadow reappears only to cover the whole doorframe, making all the light fade. It's dark, darker than you think it's possible to be and you stand in a rush, your naked feet hitting the cold floor and that's when you realize that's all you can feel. It's cold. As if the warmth had left with the rest of the light.

Looking around doesn't bring you comfort. The bed you once shared with Lena is empty now, and you realize with horror you're all alone. What other option do you have but to look around for anything that could help you defend yourself? So you trash the sheet on the bed, the drawers of your night table, only to find nothing. The scratch at the door becomes then an insistent whisper, a sound that not only reverberates around the four walls of the room but inside your head.

They come for you, they say, and there's nowhere to hide.

You feel a hole in your chest. Your body is shaking and your hands are already turned into fists when, with trembling legs, you try to walk to a corner in the room. Each step prompting cracks in the walls, threatening to fall to make way to whatever evil being awaits inside of them. Your back hits a wall behind you, like ice against your skin, and you see it, you feel it. They are coming.

Arms of bone and blood sprout all around you, their fingers like claws searching for you to puncture and tear your body until there's nothing left of you. You scream for help, for Lena, for whoever almighty entity that could help you escape from this.

Your legs finally give in, and you crumble to the floor.

You wake up, in cold sweat and with the scream still in your throat.

It takes a moment for your eyes readjust to the dim light and for your brain to make sense of your surroundings.

Lena keeps her distance from you, waiting patiently on her corner of the bed for you to calm down. There isn't much she can do at the moment and she knows, whatever intent she has at being comforting could go amiss if you are still caught in your night terror.

She can only watch as you fight with your own mind. Your body is still shaking as you try to catch your breath, panting with your chest visibly raising and falling beneath your clothes. Sweat is still visible on your forehead. A second later, you raise both hands to rub your face and with that you brush away tears you didn't even know were falling.

"(Y/N)?" She calls you from the edge of the bed. "(Y/N), are you awake?"

You hear her say your name the way she would call a wounded animal. That's how you feel and maybe, you think, that's what you are, and you curse yourself for it. But you try to put that thought aside as you do your best to focus on the present and what's real.

"I should've taken the spare room." You finally answer, lifting your head to rest on the wall and letting your arms fall to your sides in defeat.

You keep your eyes closed but you can still hear Lena moving from the bed, until her steps reach you.

"Darling." Her voice, with a hint of sadness, is close to you now. "It's over, you can open your eyes."

You don't want to. The lingering fear that had settled in your heart tells you this is another dream, another nightmare.

Lena can see the hesitation in your face, the way your brows furrow in a pained expression. And it pains her too, that she cannot do more than to wait for you to tell her you're alright, that she cannot touch you, hold you, cradle you in her arms, until all your senses have settled to let you know she's not an enemy you have to fight or to run from.

"I'll bring you some water." She says, thinking, knowing there's only so much she can do for you. But as she starts to take a step back, your hand lands on her instinctively, stopping her in her tracks.

"No, please." You say with a trembling voice. You may fear your dreams but nothing is as scary as not having her near, especially in nights like this. "Don't go."

You open your eyes to look at hers, and Lena's heart hurts at what she sees in yours. Fear and shame, as if you were a little girl trying to apologize for causing trouble, and there's nothing else Lena whishes she could do but to stop you from feeling that way ever again. Nothing about this is your fault and sadly nothing can be done about it either. You do what you can with what you have and you make the best of it. For that she is forever proud and the love she feels for you only grows.

"I'm not leaving, and I'm not letting you go." She reminds you as she sits closer to you, with you finally allowing her to wrap her arms around you. "Never."

You focus on her, on her voice, on her body pressed against yours and her arms around you. Arms that you know well, arms that could never hurt you. Like an everlasting promise, she kisses your temple and holds you tight, and little by little the images of your night terrors fade, replaced by this moment, by her, who brings you back from the darkness.

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[smalls-words]

It’s An Imp Thing

Summary: When one door closes, another one opens - you might just fall in love with your attacker though.

Pairings: ScarletWidow x Fem!Imp!Reader, SuperCorp x Fem!Imp!Reader

Warnings: Feelings, kind of a general warning of care, Kara and Lena being amazing, Wanda and Natasha not as much.

Genre: Angst, lil bit of fluff and hurt/comfort

Words: roughly 3.8k

A/N: This was typed on my phone, so apologies for spelling mistakes and/or grammar errors! This’ll also be a 2-parter when I get enough motivation to finish it :)

*not my gifs*

You remembered when it started. The long empty nights you waited up for them, the missed calls when they wouldn’t come home. They were few and far between, and yet, you kept on scrambling back to them.

It was a long-time coming and whilst your fifth-dimensional imp nature was trying to hide it from your fragile heart, the fog of humanity cleared one afternoon when the two of them had shown up at your bedroom door.

“We need to talk.”

Wanda’s words were the building block of the wall around your heart. Natasha helped her explain that they had fallen out of love with you, if it could even be called that - she even corrected herself in saying that they no longer felt the lust they had confused with love.

It’s ironic, isn’t it? A being of god-like powers from the Fifth Dimension couldn’t even keep two girlfriends.

But, you didn’t let it show. In fact, you used your mimicry to copy Natasha’s stoic expression, one that nobody could read, even the witch and the assassin themselves. Nobody knew how tall the walls around your heart had grown after a month, how they stretched far beyond your mental vision - to Wanda, they appeared like glass, but you wanted it to.

They don’t deserve to see your pain, especially not since they caused it.

“Fury, h-hi.” You stammered as you stood in your room, pacing nervously.

Now that you couldn’t hide.

“Yes, Agent Mxy?” He asked, confused to receive a call from you.

“I’d like to discuss something with you. In private and in person.”

“Of course. I’m free right now.”

You locked your bedroom door with a snap of your fingers, a blink of an eye turning your room into Fury’s office.

“Thought you’d be quicker.” He smirked.

“Didn’t want to cause a scare when Agent Mxy was last seen in her bedroom and couldn’t be found anywhere.” You smirked back, sitting down.

The two of you talked for a brief period of time, no more than ten minutes, before you teleported back to the compound and began silently transporting your belongings. Fury had shown you an average image of your room at your new home, the DEO, and your clairvoyance allowed you to see exactly which room he had picked out for you.

But a knock at your door, along with it opening whilst you teleported your drawer of pants away, was not what you expected.

“What are you doing?” Natasha asked warningly.

“Tidying.” You excused, your mimicry working like a charm as she couldn’t see or hear a lie.

“It’s your turn to make dinner tonight.”

You snapped your fingers and smiled softly as you heard a hearty cheer, no doubt in your mind that Thor was glad to have a feast appear in front of him.

“Y/N?”

You jumped at the close sound of her voice, not realising that she was standing right next to you.

“Are you okay?”

A thought influenced her to sit down on the end of your bed before you spoke. “I’m fine.”

“No you’re not.” She jabbed.

You took a deep breath whilst you finished with one drawer. “I am. I’m healthy, I’m getting better at hand-to-hand, and I’m happy. I fell away from you both and that’s okay. Stuff happens.”

Natasha looked at you carefully, but still couldn’t see through your mimicry - she didn’t even know it was something you could do.

“Shall we join Thor and the others for dinner?” You offered, stretching your hand to hers.

As she took it, you teleported the both of you downstairs into your designated seats, a laugh instantly ripping through the room as you saw Thor with stuffing all over his face. You cleaned it with a telekinetically-controlled napkin and he thanked you dearly for it, giving you a big bear hug that gave you a good back crack.

Dinner went smoothly, as did the setting up of the movie night. However, like always, the fight about what movie to watch took a while, and they settled for one of your favourites. You sat back with Yelena and Peter cuddled up against you, eventually falling asleep, and you didn’t have the heart to teleport them into their beds.

Natasha and Wanda watched you carefully as you kissed Yelena’s forehead and whispered goodnight whilst you adjusted Peter so he wouldn’t keep putting pressure on your shoulder.

*Tasha.* Wanda started their conversation in their heads.

*Yes?*

*Do you think something’s up with Y/N?*

*Mhmm. But I can’t figure out what. How’s your end looking?*

Wanda’s eyes glowed for a second, a second you noticed, and your walls seemed to climb an extra layer. The witch grumbled softly into Natasha’s arm, whilst the assassin ignored Clint’s stare and Tony’s movie remark.

*What do you see?* She asked.

*I can see her clear as day, but it feels… fuzzy. Like you know when you can see heat rising off of the ground? It’s like that, but it’s blurring my vision.*

Natasha stole another glance towards you and you ignored it, even if your magic tingled when she looked at you. You slowly closed your eyes and twenty minutes later, you cuddled into the warmth of the blanket.

*There.* Wanda’s voice echoed in your mind.

You didn’t react to it, but the pressure of her lips on your forehead was incredibly hard to not react to. Natasha’s came next with an added touch to the cheek, smoothing over the light spots on your skin.

“Still our strong girl.” She muttered to herself, retreating back to her shared room with Wanda.

When they woke up in the morning, the duo made their way downstairs with the expectation that you would be there too. Instead, the Avengers were seated at the meeting table, with Fury hovering at the head of it as a hologram.

“Nice to see you are both alive.” He quipped before gesturing for them to take a seat.

“Fury, what is this meeting about?” Natasha asked as she sat down, a tired Wanda falling gracefully into her lap.

“This is to inform you about two things: your next mission, which will take about a year with detailed planning, cooperation between organisations and cohesive training; and the fact that Agent Mxy, now known as Eminence, has been transferred to the DEO division with indefinite stay.”

Natasha and Wanda shot up from their chair second in argument, with Yelena, Peter and Kate (who had returned from a mission last night) already up in arms.

“Ahem.”

They all silenced.

“Why, Nick?” Natasha broke it.

“Eminence said that she felt her abilities were needed elsewhere. A fifth-dimensional sense, something that she could not explain to humans, but any imp would understand.”

She nodded slowly before sitting down, her mind elsewhere during the rest of the short meeting. Wanda stayed in her lap, still tired beyond the norms as her mind also weighed the heavy thoughts of you being gone.

She knew you weren’t gone gone, but you weren’t around. She couldn’t go to you and ask for you to taste her newest dish, even if you always said they tasted delicious. She couldn’t come to you when she had a nightmare whilst Natasha was on a mission, or when the Widow was in a similar state, unable to communicate.

You just… disappeared.

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You stood in the lobby of the DEO, waiting in line like everybody else before you walked up to the receptionist.

“Hi. I’m Y/N Mxy-”

Almost a millisecond after stating half of your name, your senses tingled and you shifted into a dark purple wisp - which was a good idea, since an alert Kryptonian would have tackled you to the ground.

“Wait wait wait!” You held your hands up as you shifted back, the other agents around you pulling out their guns.

You closed your eyes and kept your hands in the air. “I’m Y/N Mxyzptlk! I know my dad is an asshole, but I wouldn’t be able to get through the front door without an invitation from your superior! It’s an imp thing!”

“Stand down!”

Your eyes opened at the order of the director, a sigh of relief easing through your lungs. “Director Danvers.” You nodded formally to her.

“Hello, Y/N. Supergirl, this is Eminence. Your new teammate.” Alex smiled at you.

“Oh.” Kara looked at you and Alex ordered her agents to drop their weapons.

Alex took you into the elevator whilst Kara flew back up, to which you joined her a minute later. The round mission table was hardly crowded, with two of the smartest brains in the galaxy standing right in front of you.

“Hello, Miss Mxyzptlk.”

“Hi, Brainy.” You smiled at him and he shook your hand.

“How did you know his name?” Kara questioned, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Oh - sort of an imp thing. Clairvoyance and all.” You chuckled sheepishly.

“Clairvoyance, at its core, is the power to see into the future.” Brainy clarified for the other Superfriends.

“Well, would you like to train with us?” Kara offered.

You smirked with your nod. “I’m intrigued to learn how the mighty Kryptonian trains.”

She grinned right back at you. “Okay - meet me in Training Room 4E in five minutes.”

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——————-Major timeskip—————————

Wanda and Natasha sat in their shared room, completely drawing a blank. Piles and piles of papers were spread around them whilst their vision was slightly blurred from their computers.

“FRIDAY, how many combinations have we gone through?” Natasha asked, her body aching with exhaustion.

“Over the course of the year, the team has gone through a total of 16,856 combinations.”

“And how many have worked?”

“None, Ms Romanoff.”

Natasha fell back onto the bed and put her hands on her face, only now noticing the silence of which Wanda moved around in. She removed her hands to watch her girlfriend walk towards the cupboard, pulling out a blanket.

Your blanket - the one she had stolen a few nights before you left.

She wrapped it tight around her as she sat back down on the bed, with the Widow coming up to hold her from behind. “Malen’kiy… Honey, it’s okay.” She rubbed her forearm lovingly whilst tears formed in Wanda’s eyes.

“If she was here, she’d be able to fix it. I know she would.” The witch whispered, leaning back against Natasha.

“She has the power to bend the world to her will. Why can’t she fix this?”

“Love, you know her limits. No falling in love, no preventing people from killing themselves and no forcing them to drink apple juice.”

Wanda smiled against Natasha’s neck. “That’s how we knew we loved her.”

“Indeed.”

They both had the same question running through their head, but they were too afraid to say it, which meant their minds ran further down the rabbit hole. Were they wrong to let you go? To shove you out of their life so easily? Was it an excuse that they lusted for you, instead of showing vulnerability and telling you the truth?

For now, those questions couldn’t be answered. But their problem had a brighter path as a plan formed in Natasha’s head.

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After a year of being with the Superfriends gang, you had shown them your more playful side. The one that used your powers more frequently, that was naturally intelligent - even if they also got the bad sides; the insecurities were quite obvious sometimes, even if you tried to hide them.

But there were two people who could see right through you, both figuratively and literally - Kara and Lena.

Of course, you had met Kara on that fateful day she tried to tackle you to the ground. However, now she was tackling you to hear your howling laughter when she tickled you, or when you went on long missions and arrived late at night, to which she would hold you close and listen to your heartbeat.

When you met Lena, her inquiring expression was something you found yourself often admiring. The curve of her eyebrows, the purse of her lips, which were often stained shades of red with various lipsticks. Yet, they were just as beautiful in their nude hue, and they were especially plump to kiss.

Oh, did I forget to mention that? Yes, they are your four-month-fresh lovers.

Kara and Lena were waiting for you to come home to the apartment, of which they insisted you’d stay rather than a pocket in the Fifth Dimension, and it had become quite homey to you all. Lena’s corner of the apartment, with a laptop and a desk with few papers, was uniquely contrasting and complimenting of Kara’s bookshelf and comfy chair you had fallen asleep in too many times to count when they read to you.

“Kara, the potatoes are done!” Lena called from the bathroom when the timer went off, doing her hair up into a bun with her magic whilst Kara zipped into the kitchen.

She pulled the dish out with her bare hands and placed it alongside the feast, her stomach already grumbling until her phone dinged with a message from you.

“She’ll be here in five minutes!” Kara yelled out, only to be greeted by the appearance of her witch.

“How do I look?” She grinned, with Kara’s long-sleeve pyjamas that were too big on her.

Kara matched her grin and walked over to her, holding her by the waist as she placed a gentle kiss against her lips. As she pulled away, she saw your purple wisp travelling towards the glass, easily shifting through it to land on the comfy chair in the corner.

But you didn’t greet them, and that was their warning sign.

“Y/N/N? Honey, are you okay?” Kara asked as she sat on the arm of the chair, with Lena coming in front of you and holding you by the chin.

Her heart cracked at the sight of tears in your eyes. “Oh, Y/N… Tell me what the matter is, I can fix it.”

“My exes need my help to defeat an enemy.” You murmured.

Silence filled the room to the brim and you stood to leave, but Kara super-sped into you and held you close, combing her fingers through your hair gently. Soon enough, another layer of your walls crumbled in your mind and Lena found it much easier to read the fresh memory sealing in your mind.

“Y/N, please, we wouldn’t be asking if we could handle it.” Natasha spoke through the phone.

“What about your friends? They have some firepower that we could definitely utilise-”

“I’m not letting you put my girlfriends in danger.” You growled back.

“Your what?”

“Yeah, that’s right. I’ve moved on. You had your chance, the both of you did, and now I have two amazing girlfriends who care about me more than anything, even if I can overpower them very easily.”

You knew that you weren’t in a great frame of mind for that conversation, but blind anger often removed the veil of lies.

“Our little imp…” Lena cooed, holding you up whilst Kara speedily dished you up some dinner.

The Luthor pulled you over to the couch and tucked you into her lap, feeding you piece by piece of the delicious dinner whilst Kara rubbed your palms with her thumbs. Lena transferred the thoughts to Kara and the Kryptonian pulled out her phone.

“What are their numbers?” She asked you.

“Um…” You fumbled your phone out from your pocket and showed her their contacts, to which she immediately added.

But you weren’t expecting her to call Natasha.

“Hi, yes, is this Natasha Romanoff? This is Supergirl. According to Y/N, you want our help?”

You watched Kara’s eyebrows crinkle as Lena held you, trying to keep your sobs to a minimum as everything came rushing back. The late night talks, the graceful but brief touches around your hips and arms, the sweetest names in their respective languages; anything and everything, it all came back.

And it hurt.

“Look, we will help you on one condition.”

Kara’s words made your head pop up, attracting her attention. “It’s okay, sweet girl, I’ll be done in a minute. No need for such destructive tears on our Y/N.” She kissed the top of your head and walked away, your mind not even in focus to hear anything.

“Y/N? Y/N/N?” Lena tried, but when she saw your unfocused eyes, she simply held you tighter, your thoughts oozing out of your skull.

“Our beautiful girl. Don’t let those pesky dark thoughts weave through your mind. If they couldn’t see you for your heart and your mind, then they weren’t the ones for you. You’re our girlfriend, and we really really like you. Some would even say… love.” She grinned softly and your eyes focused, making it widen.

“There she is.” She placed a gentle kiss on your lips, stroking away the tear-soaked baby hairs which soothed you even more.

“Where did I go?” You looked down at your body before Kara’s finger under your chin tilted it back up.

“Nowhere, love. Your mind, however, may have gone for a walk down memory lane. But we’ll always be here, okay?”

You nodded and let out a deep sigh, making grabby arms to your Kryptonian which caused them both to chuckle. Kara picked you up easily, like you weighed no more than a feather, and laid you down on the huge bed. She crawled into the bed with Lena in tow and they wrapped you up in their arms, coddling you until you fell asleep.

“So, you wanna tell me your plan?” Lena asked quietly, keeping her ministration of running her fingers up and down your thigh.

“We’ll discuss it tomorrow at the DEO. We need all hands on deck for this one, according to Natasha.” Kara replied, having your back pressed against her warm front.

“I love you.” Lena kissed your forehead and then Kara’s lips.

“I love you too.” Kara pulled away to kiss the back of your head, the two of them following you into slumber.

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[kenjiro-kun]

Supergirl TV Masterlist

Scenarios:

One-Shot:

Two-Sided Series:

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

#supergirl tv #supergirl #lena luthor x reader #lena luthor x female reader

[angelltheninth]

DC Comics Women Taking Care of You when You Get Your Period

Pairing: Kara, Lena, Diana, Harley, Talia, Selina x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, period, hurt/comfort, teasing, cuddles, baths, kissing

A/N: Sweet, caring, dangerous... I want them all.

KARA

Really wants to help you but is scared to touch you in a wrong way. You're already fragile as a human, and you're already in pain. If she hurt you more she'd never forgive yourself so the most she will do is carry you from one spot to the other, warm you up when you get cramps and kiss right above your stomach.

LENA

Is fully equipped with everyone you might need. She know what you want to eat, your cravings, the type of tea you drink, and has your favorite comfort food place deliver you food. Will drop her meetings if you're in too much pain because she can't focus when she thinks of you curled up on the bed with her not being there to kiss you.

DIANA

Has a lot of experience taking care of period pains. With her upbringing she's learned a lot about how to make things better for other people. She'll treat you gently, she'll bring you to a warm bath and even help you wash up properly, the blood doesn't bother her in the slightest.

HARLEY

Tries to take your mind off the pain as much as she can. You may not want to do a lot physical activities when you get cramps but she will record herself while she's out shopping for you so you get a feeling like you're there with her. Plus then you can tell her what kinds of pads you like most, unless you want her to take boxes upon boxes.

TALIA

Won't tell you to grin and bear it like she's been told to. As soon as she sees the blood stained sheets she goes into protective girlfriend mode, which isn't rare but she's not often as soft. She will visit you every hour and ask you if you have everything you need, if you want her company for a while, if you do she will gladly stay.

SELINA

Kisses her way down your stomach in a way that makes you whimper but she doesn't go past the band of your underwear. Even now she teases you but she won't make you uncomfortable with her advances. There will be time for more intimate activities but for now a good massage might do you a lot of good.

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[scarletts-scribbles]

Reader works for Lena that turns into working buddies with benefits, but reader starts catching feelings. Maybe angst but happy ending?

Highly Unprofessional

⁀➷ Pairing: Lena Luthor x Reader

⁀➷ Notes: Okay so I haven’t written smut properly before so hopefully this is a decent attempt :,) Let me know what you think! Sorry this took a while, its like 3k words long so editing was a bitch.

⁀➷ Summary: When a one-time hookup turns into a regular occurance, it sets off a chain of events which you're helpless to stop.

⁀➷ WARNINGS: 18+ Minors DNI, fingering, cunnilingus, semi-public (I mean its in her office but the door was open oopsie)

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In the bustling chaos of corporate life, where stress reigns supreme the last thing you want to do is mix business and your personal life. It only ever ended in disaster.

When you’d first moved to National City, you’d never imagined just a few short months later you’d be working directly under the city’s most prevenient businesswoman. Lena Luthor was a force to be reckoned with. It was a miracle you’d gotten the position of her assistant at all, your CV was sharp, but it wasn’t anything to be in awe of so when you’d got the call that you’d received the job it was safe to say she was over the moon.

It taken a little while to warm up to you. She’d been a rather cold at first. Not that you could blame her of course, given her family history. However slowly but surely you found her opening up more to you, building up her trust gradually. In the meantime, whilst she’d grown to depend on your assistance, you payed close attention and slowly learnt her tells. You knew when Lena was upset, she’d get that little crinkle in her brows or that when she was anxious, she’d gently bite the left corner of her lip. Infact you’d become so observant of her habits and body language that sometimes you knew how she was feeling before she’d register the emotions herself.

One particularly hectic day in the bustling office, the air thick with tension, you noticed Lena pacing nervously in her office. The telltale signs were there – the crinkle in her brows, the subtle lip-biting – Lena was clearly on edge about the upcoming meeting with a major client.

Truth to told, seeing her like this made you feel anxious as well. How could someone as powerful and accomplished as Lena get so nervous? You’dhad never seen her like this before, and it was almost like seeing a completely different person.

You had to help.

You knocked gentle on the door, clearing your throat quietly to announce your presence, “Miss Luthor?”

A wave of relief washed over Lena as she heard your voice calling through the door. This meeting had been weighing heavily on her mind, and she was desperate to find some way to relax before it started.

“You know you can call me Lena.” She smiled and nodded for you to enter.

You stepped into the room and approached Lena with the gentle warmth and confidence that always radiated from you. She found herself walking over to you, looking at you deeply before taking a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. You took her closeness as a chance to reach out to squeeze her shoulder and when she didn’t object, you softly applied pressure to her muscles.

“Fuck.” She let the curse split out involuntarily before trying to regain herself, “Do you need something from me?”

“You’re tense, let me help?” You mumbled softly to which she nodded. Your touch was like a balm for her. As you began subtly massaging Lena's shoulders, the tension began to subside, and her frown faded away, you let your hand slide down to her wrist, holding it gently as you pulled her over to the pristine sofa at the other side of her office, “Come, sit.”

"Thank you." Lena took a deep breath and sunk into the seat. She could feel the stress and anxiety that had been weighing heavily on her began to melt away. She turned her head toward you and smiled softly, letting out a sigh of relief. Lena gave in and allowed herself to sink deep into your warm embrace. With her worries temporarily relieved, she closed her eyes and began to enjoy the feeling of your hands working away at her tension.

Leaning in, you reached to place a comforting hand on her thigh, feeling the subtle tension in her muscles. You had no intention’s behind the action. Your touch was light, meant to reassure rather than intrude. But Lena’s eyes slowly opened and cast over to meet yours, her emerald green iris's seemingly sparkling with a new found feeling.

It was obvious she was a little surprised by the gesture, but there was a moment of pause. She tried to be professional, but her body was responding positively to the touch.

The feeling was both calming and exciting, sending a shiver of desire down her spine, the creeping onset on desire making her leg’s bounce nervously.

She looked into your eyes and saw the unmistakable spark of attraction between the pair of you. Of course she’d noticed your lokg glances before and she wasn’t ashamed to say she’d given you some the day you’d left her office when you’d interviewed for the position. Her previous tension was soon replaced with a subtle feeling of arousal, and she couldn't help but crave more.

"Could you...keep going?" she whispered, words shaking through her soft yet overwhelming sensual voice - filled with desire.

“You mean?” Your voice was quiet as you very slowly moved your hand up her thigh, waiting for to confirm her consent, “Is this okay? I need to hear you say it Lena.”

"Keep going," Lena whispered. Her voice was raspy from the tension, but there was no mistaking the excitement in her voice. She wanted you to keep touching her. She craved it. Soaked in the intimacy of your touch. "Please..."

The feeling of your hand gliding over her thighs was intoxicating, sending shivers of arousal through her body. You teased her lightly, fingers reaching her line of her panties. You could hardly fight back your own growing blush at the feeling of the wet fabric. Lena let out a soft moan as you softly ran your finger around her entrance – she was so sensitive. Her eyes closed once again as she leaned back into the couch, surrounding herself to your touch.

Your touch was intoxicating. You kept it light, but your slow strokes were sending her body into ecstasy. Lena's breaths grew shallow as she leaned toward you, her lips meeting yours in an intimate kiss.

"Don't stop," she whispered against your lips, her body urging you to keep going as you edged her sodden clit, rubbing circles as her back arched involuntarily.

“I wasn’t planning on it.” You whispered back with a husky tone as your fingers continued to work their magic on her. You could feel the heat radiating off her body, adding to the intoxicating atmosphere. Your touch became firmer, getting closer to her core, making sure every stroke and tease was intense. You were doing your job finely, the way she moaned into your mouth was driving you wild with validation, knowing you were making her feel good. Truely you were completely under her control, willing to do anything she desired - anything to please her.

With each passing moment, the lust between you both grew more intense, fuelling your passion. Both your excitement only grew with every teasing touch and feather-light kiss. You knew she enjoyed the buildup of anticipation just as much as you did. In the heat of the moment, time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself to the moment.

Your hand never stopped tracing along her sensitive folds as Lena’s moans grew louder, encouraging you to continue. She kissed you again and the kiss deepened as she pushed against you, urging you to take control. Her body ached for you as you pressed your fingers against her entrance, playing with her and teasing her. You held her deep in your embrace, feeling her shudder helplessly, her body giving into yours as you continued to stroke her. Finally, you gave into the inevitable and pushed inside, finally giving her the release, she craved.

Lena writhed beneath you, gasping for breath as you drove her toward climax. She muscles were tight against your fingers and you couldnt feel your hand going a little numb from how hard her thighs were squeezed together. She kept her hands clenched in your hair as you felt her body convulsing beneath yours. She moaned, high desperate sounds before finally, with a shudder of ecstasy, she peaked. Her back arching helplessly as she reached her climaxed under your guide.

Once she’d caught her breath, you carefully pulled out of her, making sure to be gentle against her sensitivities. You stroked her hair tenderly, feeling her body begin to relax against you as she came down down from her high.

"Do you feel better now?" you asked her, as she leaned back against you, still breathing heavily from the experience.

Lena sighed softly, a satisfied smile on her face, “So much better," she replied, her voice still light and breathless from the rush "Thank you for helping me relax.”

You brushed your fingers across her cheek, lingering for a beat. The intimacy of the moment was intoxicating, the shared look of pleasure and satisfaction. You couldn't help but wonder if there was more to it than just stress relief. As your head wandered the clouds, you didn’t notice Lena fixing her hair, tying it back in a tight ponytail.

She checked her watch, seemingly debating something for a moment before her voice pulled you back down to reality, “I think we’ve got just enough time.” She said, sitting back down against you, pulling on of your legs over hers, opening you up.

“Enough time for what?”

Lena smirked mischievously, tugging at the edge of your skirt. “For me to return the favour...”

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That had been the first of many times you’d helped her relax. It had become a sort of ritual really. Whenever she’d have a big meeting or important event coming up, she’d come to you to help her unwind. Truthfully the first it’d happened; it had taken you a few days to really process it all. The experience had changed you. You couldn’t just see her as your boss anymore. She was more than that. Lena had always had a stunning body of course but now it was almost as if though you couldn’t keep her eyes off her.

The ways her hips curved had you weak in the knees, it wasn’t just her physical attributes though. It was everything, the weak she spoke, the way she held herself. It was intoxicating. Safe to say you were happy to lend a hand whenever needed. Maybe you could’ve kept this up forever, helping her out without a second thought – she was still your boss after all. But this latest time had changed something in you.

It had started off in its usual way, you’d seen the meeting scheduled on the calendar and let yourself into her office – the two of you were way past knocking now. Lena knew what was about to happen, she’d been waiting for it.

As you entered her office, Lena didn't waste any time before pulling you closer to her. You felt the heat and need radiating off of her as she kissed you passionately, her hands moving greedily over your body. You moaned as she pushed you up against the desk, her mouth hot against your neck.

Suddenly, she pulled back, looking at you with a predatory glint in her eyes. "Do you know what I want to do to you?" she whispered, her voice low with desire as her tender fingers danced down the front of your shirt - making a show out of unbuttoning them.

As she spoke, Lena left the kiss and moved down your body with purpose, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of heat and anticipation down your torso. Your hands found her hair, pulling it as if to guide her further where you wanted her. But the CEO had plans of her own. She knew what she wanted and she wanted it now, right this moment. So much so that she hadn’t even bothered closing her office door.

Without warning, she pushed your shoulders down, forcing you to sit on her desk. Lena smirked, moving in to kiss you deeply, so deep that it left you chasing her lips as she pulled away. Without a pause, she pushed your legs apart and planted herself between them, her eagerness so apparent it sent a shiver of desire right through you.

You could feel her looking up at you as she kissed through the fabric of your panties, her hands moving to stroke and soothe wherever they could reach.

You couldn't help but moan now, one hand coming to grip her hair and the other gripping the edge of the desk with such force that your knuckles turned white. You were helpless to resist as Lena worked her way deeper, your grip became more frenzied, less able to control yourself.

It hadn’t taken long before your panties had been pulled down and Lena was happily satisfying herself on your clit whilst you slowly grinded against her face, desire driving you wild.

Then something suddenly caught your attention. You heard someone in the hall…

You tried to voice this but through your whimpers, not much was articulated. Despite this, Lena didn't even flinch when she’d heard them, seemingly not bothered by the accompanying approaching footsteps.

Instead, she kept going, her tongue working magic on you as she held your hips steady with one hand. You could hear people talking just outside the open door, but Lena didn't seem to care. In fact, it seemed to turn her on even more - the thrill of getting caught.

You tried to stifle your moans, but it was impossible with Lena's skilled mouth on you. Your body was writhing on the edge of the desk, your toes curling as the pleasure built and built. And still, she didn't stop.

Lena never broke eye contact with you as she continued to work her tongue and lips over your pussy, sending you further and further into ecstasy. The sounds of voices in the hallway were drowned out by your moans, which the Luthor seemed to be enjoying immensely.

She added a couple of fingers inside you, curling them just right to hit your sweet spot, and you felt your body convulse in response. You couldn't hold back anymore, and you came hard, your body shaking with the force of it.

Lena didn't stop, though; she kept going, licking and sucking until you were overstimulated and sensitive. Finally, she stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she grinned down at you.

“You’re so fucking hot.” She laughed, the sound of her voice sending shivers down your spine again.

Your cheeks blushed crimson as you cleaned yourself up, “Do you want me-” You took a step forward but stopped when she held out her hand, shaking her head as she fixed her hair.

“I just wanted you darling, nothing more. Now if you’ll excuse me. I’ve got a meeting to attend too.”

With that Lena smoothed out the crease in her skirt before heading out the door, leaving you to catch your breath, still perched upon her table.

Darling?

The pet name replayed over and over in your head as the day passed by. You couldn’t stop thinking about her, about these sessions.

It wasn’t just about favours anymore. It felt like she had wanted you. You’d wanted her. God you’d been trying so hard to ignore the fact you’d crave her touch when you were alone. It had gotten to the point where you’d started to miss simply being around her. In fact you’d started coming in earlier and leaving later just to be near her. But you had tried to ignore it. Dammit! Why couldn’t you stop thinking about it!

The rational part of your brain was telling you to pull back, to remind yourself that her actions were just physical and didn't mean anything more. But the other part of you, the part that craved the closeness and heat of your body wanted her for more. You wanted to feel more than just the pleasure of their bodies. You wanted to build a connection, a partnership. You wanted more.

Oh shit... You wanted love.

The realisation had made you sick. What you wanted could never happen. You knew Lena’s life; it was busy and packed. She didn’t have time for something solid. It was why your little favours had worked so well. You’d kept each other going. You could hardly tell her that you wanted more.

Goddamn it!

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The ringing it your ears hadn’t really faded since you’d realised. You’d called out of work the past 2 days; you couldn’t bring yourself to look at her. Her eyes were a tease, a reminder of what you couldn’t have. Instead, you’d stayed home, trying to wrap your head around all the feelings swirling round in your head, your rapid thoughts never seemed to slow down long enough for you to process them.

You were in love with Lena Luthor.

You were in love with your boss…

Casual sex! That was all it was meant to be, no, no, no! How could you let yourself fall like this?

In all honesty, it felt like you were grieving. Grieving something you could never have. Something forbidden. It was awful.

You felt like shit. It had taken most of your energy to make the treacherous journey from your bed to the sofa - there was no point getting dressed. It wasn’t like you were going to work today anyway. You couldn’t bare the thought of facing her, the thought of it ate you up inside.

As you lay on your sofa, consumed by the weight of your emotions, a knock on the door suddenly startled you. You contemplated just ignoring it, hoping whoever it is will just get the hint, go away and leave you alone. However, the knocking persists, growing louder and more insistent with each rap.

With a heavy sigh, you dragged yourself off the sofa and reluctantly opened the door. To your surprise, it was Lena standing there. A concerned expression etched across her face. Her usual confident demeanor seemed softened by genuine worry.

"Lena?" you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper.

She stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, scanning the disarrayed room. "I've been trying to reach you for days. What's going on? Why haven't you been at work?”

Lena's concerned gaze met yours, and you could sense the weight of unspoken questions in her eyes. Your throat tightened, grappling with the words you hadn't dared to say.

"I... I just needed some time to think," you admitted, avoiding direct eye contact with her, staring hard at the floor, "Things have... changed.”

Her brow furrowed as she took in the gravity of your words. "Changed how?"

You hesitated, then let out a defeated sigh, "I can't keep doing this, Lena. Us. Secretly fucking each other at work just because we can. I don’t want to just be someone of the side anymore, I want to be more than that."

There was a moment of silence as Lena processed your words. Tension hung heavy over the room, a silence so thick you could’ve slice it with a knife, and you wondered if you had just ruined whatever fragile arrangement existed between you.

Finally, Lena spoke up, her soft voice wavering as she spoke, "More? What do you mean?"

"I mean..." You paused, gathering your courage. "I want a real relationship, Lena. Not just these secret little rendezvous we keep having. Lena, I want something genuine."

Her eyes searched yours, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of vulnerability. "I didn't think... I didn't know you wanted that," she admitted, her usual confidence waning.

"I do," You nodded slowly, affirming your words, "I can't keep pretending that this is enough for me. I want more than just physical connection; I want an emotional one too."

Lena took a hesitant step closer, the distance between you diminishing. "I thought we were both on the same page, I thought-.”

"No, Lena, I can't do this anymore," you repeated, the weight of your unspoken desires finally finding a voice, “I can’t keep pretending I’m fine with this anymore. I’m sorry but I just can’t.”

Lena's expression shifted, torn between conflicting emotions. The room hung in suspended silence, waiting for her response.

Lena’s eyes softened, and a vulnerable smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "I never realised how much you wanted this," she admitted, a hint of regret in her voice. "Maybe I've been too guarded, too afraid to admit it to myself…”

You felt a mix of relief and hope as Lena continued, “I'd think I’d like to try a real relationship too…”

There it was. The sentence that changed your life. You had a chance with Lena and you weren’t going to let it pass you by. Maybe this time, mixing your business and personal life wouldn’t end in disaster after all… even if it was horribly unprofessional.

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Agent Danvers (Lena Luthor x Baby!Danvers!Reader) - Chapter 9

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"First day as a reporter," Kara sighs, walking into CatCo with Clark, both of them in civilian attire. "This is like five times more exciting than buying new school supplies. Which, look, I did that." She lifts her notepad.

"I see that," Clark smiles at his cousin.

"I got a reporter pad," Kara says excitedly.

"Uh-huh," Clark grins.

"It's for taking reporter notes," Kara flips through her empty notebook.

"Yeah."

"Because . . . I'm a reporter now." Kara pauses, turning to face Clark.

"Hey, Kara," He reaches his hands out to rest on her shoulder. "You're gonna do great."

"I hope so," Kara replies.

"I don't mean to interrupt," Cat Grant walks to her doors. "Kara, do you think I could trouble you for a minute?"

"Good luck," Clark leaves Kara with her boss.

. . .

"So," Alex walks through Kara's apartment, shaking two bottles of wine, "does Clark like red or white?"

"No, none for him," Kara replies, setting the Chinese food down on her table.

Liho is perched on one of the barstools, his paws resting on the counter. Her tail swishes happily and (Y/n) chuckles at her cat, setting a bowl of water down on the counter. The bombay cat leans her head down, drinking some of her water.

There is a knock on the door, and (Y/n) glances at the door before she reaches into Kara's cabinet and grabs a glass to fill her own glass with water. She rounds the counter, and perches on the other barstool, running her hand down Liho's back.

"Alcohol doesn't affect Kryptonians but he still won't drink and fly," Kara adds, walking towards her door. "He's a big, big nerd." Opening the door, the Danvers sisters are greeted with Clark in the doorframe. "Perfect timing."

"Hey, Clark," both Alex and (Y/n) say, and Liho looks up from her water.

The little cat jumps off the stool, padding over to meet Clark.

"Liho," (Y/n) says.

"She's okay," Clark says, closing the door behind him and leaning down to pet the cat. "Um, could you give Kara and me a minute together?"

"Of course," Alex and (Y/n) chirp.

(Y/n) gets up from her stool, and when her owner moves towards the couch, Liho's little bell jingles as she follows. Liho jumps up into (Y/n)'s lap, and she rests her head on (Y/n)'s knee.

Alex reaches over, petting the cat; the cat's purr rumbles in her throat.

"A jumper is on the National City Bridge and emergency personnel are en route," A reporter on the news says and (Y/n) and Alex look over at Kara and Clark. "A bridge closure is in effect."

"One last team-up?" Kara asks Clark.

Clark chuckles.

. . .

Superman and Supergirl land on the bridge, about ten feet away from the man perched on the edge of the bridge.

They take a few steps closer to the man.

"Sir," Kara says, her hair flowing behind her due to the gentle breeze. "Sir, you don't want to do this."

The man on the edge of the bridge turns around, and Superman and Supergirl are face to face with John Corben.

"Corben?" Kara questions, her defenses rising at the sight of the man.

Corben's chest glows green and his shirt melts off, and he shoots a jet of Kryptonite at Clark.

Clark groans as he clutches his chest in pain.

"No," Corben says. "Metallo." He jumps off the edge of the bridge and onto the asphalt, blasting Clark again with more Kryptonite.

Kara steps between Metallo and Clark, swinging at Metallo wildly. Her fist slams into Metallo's face, but the man doesn't flinch.

Metallo punches Kara, and she flies over, slamming into a car on the other edge of the bridge. Kara's chest heaves as she tries to get to her feet. She watches helplessly as Metallo walks over to Clark, punching him repeatedly in the face. Then Metallo pulls Clark into a chokehold, holding Clark against the Kryptonite in his chest.

Kara had risen to her feet and blasts at Metallo with her heatvision but Metallo raises his hand, and the skin catches on fire. Kara's nose scrunches up at the smell of burning flesh as Metallo's skin burns off.

Metallo blasts at Kara again, but she leaps over the car. She grunts as she pushes the car towards Metallo, but falters when Metallo pushes the other side of the car. Kara jumps up onto the top of the car, but Metallo blasts her in the chest and she falls off the car, groaning in pain.

"I was shot in the back," Metallo looms over Kara. "At least you'll see your death coming."

Clark slams into Metallo, sending the man flying away across the dark sky. "Kara," Clark lifts his cousin.

. . .

"Kara," Alex yells. Alex and (Y/n) run towards Kara and Clark as the two land.

"I'm fine. I'm fine," Kara leans against Clark for support, limping heavily. "I'm just a little dizzy."

(Y/n) and Alex take over for Clark, (Y/n)'s eyebrows knit with worry.

"You told me that only the DEO had access to Kryptonite," Clark walks straight toward J'oon. "So how would you like to explain what just happened out there?" J'oon is silent. "A Kryptonite-charged cyborg almost killed Kara. Almost killed me. Start talking, J'oon."

"A shipment went missing four months ago," J'oon says and (Y/n) stares at her boss, her eyes wide. "We've done all we can to find it."

"Four months ago?" Kara asks, stepping forward, leaving Alex and (Y/n) to let go of their sister's arms.

"'Went missing'?" Clark echoes.

"Stolen," Alex replies softly.

"We thought it was an inside job but everyone in the transport came up clean," (Y/n) adds and Kara looks at her sisters and (Y/n) visibly winces at the betrayal in the Kryptonian's eyes.

"So you have a mole?" Clark turns his gaze from (Y/n) to meet J'oon's.

"We don't know that," J'oon replies.

"If you'd gotten rid of it when I told you to . . ." Clark's voice rises.

"We would have been helpless when Non and Astra launched Myriad," J'oon interrupts.

(Y/n) visibly flinches and no one but Alex notices when the youngest Danvers walks away to the gym.

"Or have you forgotten that there was a force not even the Man of Steel could defeat?" J'oon continues. J'oon takes a step forward but Clark shoves him back with a hand.

"Superman and Martian Manhunter are gonna fight," Winn says from his perch near the stairs. "This is terrible. This is so awesome," he murmurs.

"We have given our lives protecting the people of Earth," Clark snarls. "If you cared about Kara at all . . ."

"Watch what you say," J'oon smacks Clark's hand off his chest.

"Or what?" Clark snaps, his voice echoing through the room.

J'onn goes to reply, but there is an electric crackle and Winn, Alex, Kara, Clark, and J'oon turn to look at all the screens.

"People of National City," the face on the screen says. "The Earth has been stolen from us. And the enemy has come in the guise of heroes." The screen flashes and they all look at the flickering images of Kara and Clark in their hero attire. "They say they come in peace, to protect us from ourselves. But how long will it be before these gods decide to rule instead of serve? We are the antidote to their poison. We are the scientists who will show them what humans are capable of. Those who have sided with the invaders will not be spared. You cannot stop us. We are everywhere. We are CADMUS."

"CADMUS," J'oon says.

"Coming out into the open," Winn adds.

"Declaring open war," J'oon growls.

"They want to kill us," Kara rests her hands on the round table. "All of us."

"CADMUS has my father," Alex says. "If they turned John Corben into Metallo, what do you think they've done with him?" Alex's eyebrows knit with concern.

"We'll find him," Kara wraps an arm around her sister's shoulder.

"And stop them," Clark adds.

"How?" Winn asks.

"Metallo isn't just flesh and blood anymore," Clark says. "CADMUS has given him a metal endoskeleton. Traces of the alloy had to end up on my hands when I hit him. I can analyze it at the Fortress of Solitude," he turns to J'oon.

"Agent Schott, get Non and Astra's anti-Kryptonite technology out of storage. See if you and (Y/n) can improve upon it for our two friends here." J'oon looks around, and the others realize that (Y/n) isn't with them anymore.

. . .

Alex enters the workout room, walking over to her sister, who was angrily attacking a punching bag.

"Hey," Alex's tone is gentle, but (Y/n) doesn't look up. Alex hums in empathy, moving to brace the bag as (Y/n) takes out her anger on the bag. "It's okay to be upset," Alex says, and (Y/n)'s gaze finally lifts; Alex's expression softens as the pain in her youngest sister's gaze.

(Y/n) stops, sitting down to unwrap her hands.

Alex sits down beside her sister.

"It's just hard sometimes," (Y/n) says softly, turning her head to meet her sister's gaze. "And recently," she pauses. "Well, this might seem selfish, but I feel like Kara's pushing us away to be with Clark. I'm probably just being stupid."

. . .

Kara is walking up the stairs to her apartment.

"Hey," Alex says, jogging up the stairs after her sister and Kara turns once she reaches her floor.

"Any word from Hank?" Kara asks, looking between Alex and (Y/n).

"No," (Y/n) replies, she and Alex following Kara to her door.

"Any word from Clark?" Alex asks, glancing at (Y/n) for a second.

"Nope," Kara replies, unlocking her door. "I'm sure they'll figure out a way to find Metallo soon."

"I just hope they don't hurt each other while they're figuring it out," Alex says, she, Kara, and (Y/n) heading into Kara's apartment.

Liho hops up from the couch and streaks over to (Y/n).

(Y/n) grins, kneeling down and letting the cat scramble into her arms.

Alex closes the door behind her.

Kara sighs heavily.

"I got un-hired by my new boss yesterday," Kara says, tossing her phone, keys, and purse onto her island. Kara plops down onto her couch. "Turns out I'm not a reporter."

Alex sits down beside Kara, and (Y/n) across from them.

"Kara," Alex says gently, and Kara sighs.

"And Cat's leaving," Kara says and (Y/n)'s eyes widen with surprise. "Clark's leaving, too. Everything is changing."

The despair in Kara's voice makes (Y/n)'s heart hurt.

"I'll get us some ice cream," Alex says, glancing over at Kara. "Things will be better tomorrow."

"I've been thinking, though," Kara says, resting her hands on the pillow on her lap. "What if I moved to Metropolis to be with Clark."

(Y/n) looks up from her cat, choking slightly on air.

Alex stares at Kara, her eyes widening with disbelief. "Metropolis?" she echoes.

"Yeah. I mean, think about it. National City would be safer without me around creating a target for CADMUS," Kara reasons. (Y/n)'s eyebrows knit and she focuses on the cat in her lap. "Hank wouldn't have to worry about me feeling uncomfortable with Kryptonite around. And you guys, you'd be able to do your job at the DEO without worrying about me. Guys, if I was in Metropolis, Clark and I could protect the city and keep each other safe." Alex had walked back over to Kara, abandoning the ice cream in the freezer. Kara stands up to meet her older sister's gaze. "And there's still so much I want to learn from him. What do you think?" she glances between (Y/n) and Alex.

(Y/n) stares, dumbfounded at Kara, her mouth falling open.

"I think that we've kept our mouths shut the entire time Clark has been here while you have ignored us," Alex replies, frowning slightly. "And . . . and now you want to just move away?"

"I thought it would be good for you guys," Kara replies. "You wouldn't have to take care of me anymore."

(Y/n) chuckles dryly. "I thought we took care of each other?" (Y/n) asks, and Kara turns to meet her face.

Alex shakes her head, stepping around Kara. "Our whole childhoods were spent making sure that nobody found out. I gave up a medical career to join the DEO for you. And my . . . My whole life has been about protecting you."

"I thought you said it was a great adventure," Kara asks.

(Y/n) snorts with exasperation, standing up, grabbing Liho's little cat harness from by the door. (Y/n) kneels down, and the cat waits patiently as (Y/n) snaps the harness on, followed by the leash.

Kara's door slams as (Y/n) and Liho leave the apartment.

. . .

(Y/n) and Liho stop at Noonans and (Y/n) plops down at her normal table. (Y/n) orders an iced coffee and a chocolate chip muffin as well as a tiny bowl of milk for Liho.

"Hi," (Y/n) looks up, blinking with surprise to find Lena Luthor standing beside her table.

"Miss Luthor," (Y/n) addresses the billionaire. "It's nice to meet you."

"Please," Lena Luthor smiles slightly, "Lena. Miss Luthor makes me feel old."

Liho places her paws on the table, stretching out her head to reach Lena with her nose.

"Who is this cutie?" Lena asks, reaching over to pet the cat.

"This is Liho," (Y/n) sits down, offering the chair across from her to the young Luthor. "(Y/n) Danvers at your service," (Y/n) says as Lena sits down.

"Well, thank you for saving my life," Lena says.

"Well, I could say the same," (Y/n) replies.

Word Count: 2314 words

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[froottalks]

Shadows of Redemption - Lena Luthor x fem!reader

[summary: reader and lena have a talk, lena forgives reader and reader promises to work hard to building back the trust they lost.]

Masterlist

{Part 1} {Part 2}

The days following the revelation were a haze of regret and longing. The connection you had shared with Lena felt like a distant memory, a dream that had slipped through your fingers. The weight of your dual life bore down on you, a constant reminder of the choices you had made.

Lena's absence left an ache in your chest, an emptiness that refused to be filled. Every moment you spent at L-Corp was a reminder of what you had lost. The city's secrets seemed to whisper around you, a reflection of the secrets you carried within.

Late one night, as the city's lights twinkled below, you found yourself on the rooftop of your secret lair— the place where you had orchestrated countless schemes. The juxtaposition of your two lives felt overwhelming, a collision of light and darkness that mirrored your conflicted heart.

The sound of footsteps behind you snapped you from your thoughts, and you turned to find Lena standing there, her expression a mix of determination and pain.

"You've been avoiding me," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of anger.

Your heart raced, torn between relief at seeing her and the knowledge that you had hurt her irreparably. "Lena, I…"

She held up a hand, silencing your words. "I've spent days trying to process everything. Trying to understand how someone I cared about could keep such a monumental secret from me."

You looked down, shame washing over you as the truth of your actions weighed heavily on your shoulders.

"I thought I knew you," Lena continued, her voice softening. "But it turns out there's a side of you I never could have imagined."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you met her gaze, regret and apology clear in your own eyes.

"Why did you do it?" Lena's voice cracked, her vulnerability shining through the anger. "Why did you choose to be a villain?"

You took a deep breath, the weight of your choices finally catching up with you. "I never wanted this life, Lena. Circumstances led me down this path, and I felt trapped by it."

Lena's gaze held a mixture of empathy and frustration. "You always had a choice, (Y/n). There are other ways to cope with pain and anger."

You nodded, the truth of her words hitting home. "I know that now. But back then, I couldn't see any other way."

The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken emotions. The city's skyline stretched out before you, a canvas of possibilities and regrets.

"I don't know if I can ever trust you again," Lena admitted, her voice breaking.

Tears streamed down your face as you reached out, desperate to bridge the distance between you. "Lena, I am so sorry for hurting you. I never meant for any of this to happen."

Lena's gaze softened, her walls momentarily crumbling. "I believed in you, (Y/n). I thought you were different."

You stepped closer, your heart in your eyes. "I want to be different, Lena. I want to find a way to make amends and prove to you that I can change."

Lena's gaze held yours for a long moment before she sighed, her shoulders sagging with the weight of her emotions. "I need time to think, to figure out if I can ever forgive you."

You nodded, your heart heavy with the uncertainty of what lay ahead. "I understand."

With one last look, Lena turned and walked away, leaving you standing on the rooftop alone. The city's lights shimmered around you, a reminder of the tangled web of deceptions that had led you to this point.

Days turned into weeks, and the distance between you and Lena remained. Your life as a villain began to unravel as you sought redemption, attempting to mend the broken pieces of your past. But no matter how hard you worked to make amends, the wounds you had inflicted on Lena ran deep.

One evening, as you stood on the same rooftop where you had met Lena, you felt a presence behind you. You turned to find Lena standing there, her expression softer than it had been in weeks.

"I've been thinking," she began, her voice hesitant yet determined. "Maybe there's a chance for redemption. Maybe we can find a way to heal from this."

Hope surged within you, a flicker of light in the darkness that had consumed you. "I want that more than anything, Lena."

She stepped closer, her gaze locking onto yours. "But it won't be easy. Rebuilding trust takes time."

You nodded, your heart pounding with the promise of a second chance. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes."

Lena reached out, her fingers brushing against yours. "Then we'll face this together."

As you looked out at the city below, the skyline was a canvas of possibilities once again. The tangled deceptions that had once defined your life were slowly unraveling, replaced by the hope of a brighter future—one where love and redemption could coexist.

And as you held Lena's hand, you knew that the journey ahead wouldn't be easy, but it was a journey you were determined to take.

THE END

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[brightlilith]

IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE... – Masterlist

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader, Jensen Ackles x Reader

Request: Yes | No

Warming: None

a/n: DC x Supernatural crossover, Supernatural is a series in the DC universe and Supergirl is a series on Supernatural

a/n²: The reader is the daughter of Supercorp (Lena x Kara)

Important notices: Jensen is single out of respect for Danneel, she deserves all the love in the world, Danneel and the Reader are best friends along with Genevieve, we will see this trio of friendship. NO HATERING DANNEEL! RIGHT?!

<3

series summary: For the first time, Dean allowed himself to be genuinely happy.

0. Prologue

1. Dreams (Coming up...)

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[imagine-lcorp]

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (One Shot)

Request

Hey! Can you write a fic where fem reader and Lena go on a vacation to a nice beach and have a nice and Lena actually gets some peace and quiet for once lol. Can be NSFW if you would like

A/N: Hey beautiful beans! Just so you know I’ve not abbandoned this ship, sorry it took lo long to come back. There’s still lots of requests in my queue and I plan on fulfilling each one of them. I promised I was going to after all. Pls forgive, I’m a slow writer but I always enjoy writing for you guys. Tho I’m still deciding if I should do a second part nsfw... Anyway, hope you like this little piece, and let me know what you think!

Lena Luthor x Fem!R//Word Count: 1,060 -------------------------------------------------------

When you planned this little trip, you were thinking it was going to be all about fun and relaxation. You would sleep late, wake up until late morning, have some nice breakfast in bed, take long baths, and enjoy the Caribbean paradise as much as you could.

And so it was for the first couple of days, until you noticed your always busy girlfriend wasn't enjoying herself as much.

"Lena, I swear, if you don't put your phone down I'll take it and throw it away so hard you will need Supergirl to retrieve it back from outer space."

Lena froze mid-text and turned to look at you with a sheepish smile. You pulled your sunglasses down and narrowed your eyes at her.

It was the second time you visited the beach, and it was again the second time Lena seemed to be busy with something else. You couldn't entirely blame her for it considering she was the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company, a consultant for the DEO, and best friends with National City's superheroine, Supergirl. Someone, something, somewhere, was always going to need her attention but you knew even someone as amazing and powerful as her had her limits.

"Sorry, darling. You want me to get us more cocktails?"

"Nuh-uh, don't darling me." You sat straight on your deck chair. "What I need is for you to stop working for a minute, alright?"

Part of the reason you had organized the trip was because you had started to notice some changes in her demeanor. She was leaving work late, barely sleeping at night, and you weren't sure if she was keeping up with her meals. You had spoken with her assistant, Jess, about it and she had confirmed your suspicions about it all. Work seemed to pile in her office, the DEO and Supergirl called her every now and then to help them deal with considerable threats, and Lena still had to manage her business and her own scientific projects.

The cherry on top of it all had to be you, as she always did her best to find time to spend with you.

Lena Luthor was the most wonderful human being but it was costing her so much just to exist. That's why, when Jess suggested her boss was in dire need of a break, you didn't think twice about planning a little get away for you two alone.

The plan was simple, take Lena to another country with a beautiful beach, preferably on the other side of the planet, spend at least a week in a great five-star hotel overlooking the ocean, take her to the spa, and do whatever necessary to keep her mind off responsibilities. So far, it wasn't working.

"You know I can't." Lena said doing her best impression of puppy eyes.

"What's so important this time?" You pulled yourself closer to her as she too sat straight on her chair to show you her screen phone.

"The gala for this years charity?" You frowned in confusion. "Don't you have like a whole team organizing it already?"

"I do, but I need it to be perfect." She retrieved her phone and looked at it. You could see the worry slipping in her expression.

"Here, give me." You reached over with your hand, prompting Lena to give you her phone. She did after a moment of hesitation and you smiled at her as you could read her thoughts. "Not gonna throw it, I promise."

Instead, you locked her phone and left it on the table near you, between your cocktails, and raised your hands again for Lena to hold them. She watched you with some suspicion in her eyes but followed suit as she reached for your hands. She caressed them with her thumbs and you felt your heart melting at the gesture. You couldn't stay mad at her when she did that.

"Hear me out for a second, okay?" Lena nodded. "You have been planning this gala for a year, making everything in your hands to get more and new organizations and people to join. You already did the hardest part, so let your team do the rest. They know what they are doing."

"I know, but what if someone backs down from the event? Or if they need me to take care of something personally and I have to go back and-"

"Hey, hey." You searched her eyes. "They got this. They are the best at what they do, you know why? Because you, Lena Luthor, only hire the best of the best. Ask Jess if you don't believe me."

That made her smile. "I do believe you."

It mean the world to her that you were always there to remind her what was important at times like these, helping her realize nothing was as bad as it seemed and that she shouldn't waste the rare and precious moments she got to live with you without a catastrophe at hand.

"Good. Now, believe me when I say you deserve some peace and quiet. We are already here, let's enjoy ourselves."

"Peace and quiet, sounds good." She leaned to give you a kiss abut you raised a finger at her as she got closer, stopping her midway.

"Before that, you gotta promise me, no phones or other electronic devices, and no business calls. At least for the rest of the day. Alright?"

"Do I get my kiss if I say yes?"

"You can get more than a kiss of you do." You smirked.

"Oh, what else are we talking about?" Lena raised a brow with a new found interest and for a moment she seemed to really forget about her worries.

"We could have a little more fun." You said teasingly and looking at her lips. "The kind that is more enjoyable at night, after a nice dinner and that sweet wine you like."

"Sounds good to me."

"Do we have a deal then, Miss Luthor?"

"Deal." She said, and you couldn't help but smile as she closed the distance between you two.

For the rest of the day, as promised, Lena kept her hands off her phone and tried her best not to think about whatever happening back in National City. She was too busy thinking about what the end of the day would bring instead and how happy you made her.

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[writethrough]

Can I request a Morpheus and reader where the reader is krypton like supergirl and he doesn’t know until I show him and we are dating and I risk my life to save him from people who wants to kill him

Thank you 😊

With Power Comes Misunderstandings

(Morpheus x Female Reader)

Synopsis: When Morpheus is late for your date, the only explanation is that someone's tried to harm him because of you—Supergirl's and Lena Luthor's daughter. After all, why else would they want your completely normal, powerless boyfriend?

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1623

A/N: Thanks you so much for sending this request in! And thank you for being so patient with me! This one kind of stumped me for a long time, but I think I figured out a way to write it that, hopefully, does your idea justice. It's slightly different, maybe a little lighter than the original idea, but I really played on the "doesn't know you have powers" bit. I hope you enjoy!

He had your full attention, he always did. 

For all the sounds you could hear and how far you could see, everything in you focused on Morpheus. 

He had this calmness that soothed your soul. He held himself with such confidence and clarity, and you desperately needed that. 

Your life was hectic to say the least. 

Being the child of Kara Danvers and Lena Luthor was one thing. But having powers like both of your mothers was something else entirely. You were born with Supergirl’s speed and senses, and the Walsh affinity for magic. 

However, they both wished for you to grow up as human-like as you could. You went to school, college, got a job, and when you were old enough, they started training you. 

You were disappointed when you discovered heat vision and freeze breath weren’t in your arsenal of powers. But, it turned out, they translated into your magic. 

Fire and water were at your disposal. Two sides of the same coin—the light and the dark. Much like your parents’ families. 

They told you stories, you watched and read the news—you knew their history. But one of the things they always taught you was that your story was your own. They embodied it in everything they did. Even in their names: Kara Danvers-Walsh and Lena Walsh-Danvers. 

It was why you never felt the need to keep secrets from them. You also never forgot that if anyone could sus them out, it was your mothers.  

When you initially told them you were seeing someone, you asked them to respect your privacy and to not go digging. Though, you doubted that they would find anything. It’s not like Morpheus had an Instagram—any social media for that matter. You didn’t mind that, though. He wasn’t attached to this modern-day vanity. He didn’t live his life for an audience, he did it for himself. 

Glancing at your watch, you wondered just where your other half was. 

Today, you were finally going to introduce your parents to Morpheus. You could already hear Kara asking how you two met, itching to get confirmation of the meet-cute she had already imagined. 

It was kind of cliché. 

You were walking your dog, she caught a whiff of a hot dog cart and bolted, and Morpheus grabbed her leash just before she could snatch one from the cart owner’s fingers. 

You had thanked him profusely, that twinge of irritation ringing because you couldn’t use your speed in public. 

Morpheus was gorgeous. And you may or may not have given your pup extra treats for inadvertedly introducing you two. 

Again, you checked your watch, tugging on the simple stud in your ear. Your magic thrummed within them, the spell to conceal said magic always on you. Your parents recommended the idea early on, a protective measure. It kept you hidden from anyone who could sense your power. 

You sighed. It wasn’t like Morpheus to be late. If anything, he was always perfectly on time, appearing the second the clock turned. 

Your stomach churned, and there was a prickling underneath your skin. 

Something was wrong. 

You clutched the necklace Morpheus had given you a few weeks ago. It had been a true surprise—not a birthday gift or a silly monthaversary token. He’d given it to you out of the blue, and said when he saw it, he thought of you. 

A ruby, no bigger than your pinky fingernail, hung from a delicate gold chain. It was the most recent possession you had of his at the moment, but thankfully, it should hold enough meaning between the two of you to lead you to him. 

You muttered a few words, imbuing it with your magic, and instantly, it cooled against your chest. 

Too far. 

The chain warmed along your left side, pulling you in that direction. 

You ran when you could, slowing when too many people were around. 

The necklace lost its warmth in front of a rundown barn five miles south of the city. Everything about it screamed “Do Not Enter.” Smashed-in windows, chipped paint, overgrown foliage—trees creating a shroud, its very own darkness. 

You exhaled shakily. Morpheus was inside. And the only reason you could come up with was that someone found out about you. Someone needed to get you away from your family with enough leverage to make you come alone. And they chose Morpheus. The man your parents knew of, but not who he was. You weren’t sure if it was sheer luck or pure coincidence. 

You kept him hidden too long, and now look what’s happened. 

You should’ve been more careful. People were always trying to hurt your parents, hurt you, but you were all strong. Morpheus was innocent in all of this, and you were going to make sure whatever asshole took him would be sent straight to prison. 

It was that thought that made you kick in the door, charging into something you never expected. 

“Morpheus?” 

He stood as he always did, calm and collected—unbothered even—with five men unconscious at his feet. 

His head tilted almost imperceptively. “Darling?” 

“What happened?” you asked, spotting the chalk-drawn runes. 

Walking along the circle, you recognized most of them. Entrapment, weakening, barriers, and one that you’d never seen. You were so wrapped up in deciphering it that you hadn’t realized he never answered you. 

“Morpheus?” You furrowed your brow, and he avoided your gaze. 

“I must confess an error.” He spoke softly, almost...ashamed? 

You slowly stepped closer. “What are you talking about? Are you alright?” 

That seemed to make his shoulders drop more. 

“I am unharmed, but I fear my misjudgement will...effect us.” 

“You can tell me anything,” you urged, fingers brushing his forearm. 

“I—” He stopped himself, eyes pleading with you. “I have not been truthful, and it has endangered you.” He glanced to the men. “They wanted to use you to manipulate me.” 

Your features pinched. Why on Earth would they want to control Morpheus? And why did he think these people were after him and not you? 

You shook your head. “This isn’t your fault. They wanted me.” 

You moved to the runes again, missing the confusion passing over his face. 

“These are symbols meant to draw in magic. They wanted to trap someone here.” You stopped at the one you couldn’t place. “I’m not sure what they were doing with this one, though.” 

“They made a mistake. It means nothing.” 

You scanned it. 

He was right. It was almost like the men smashed two runes together. It was completely useless. 

...But how did Morpheus know that? 

The question was on the tip of your tongue when he interupted. 

“I am Morpheus, Dream of the Endless.” 

You blinked. “What?” 

He stepped toward you, slowly, as if afraid you’d run from him. 

“I am not human...am I to think the same for you?” His eyes lit trails over your body even in his investigation. 

You nodded, everything piecing its way together. 

“So, wait. You’re saying that you were the target, and that they wanted me as bait?” you asked. It wasn’t anything completely new. Your mothers had security all over you until you came into your power. “How did you get to them before they got to me?” 

“Their dreams. One fell asleep here and showed me what they wished to do,” he said, head down. 

His fingers slipped into your hand, a point of connection he seemed to need. 

“My deepest apologies, dear one.” 

Your brow furrowed. “Why are you apologizing?” 

His thumb grazed over the back of your hand. “I was late for our meeting.” 

Your smile started small, then grew until you were giggling. His eyebrows twitched, but the uptick of his lips was all you saw before you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. 

His hands settled at your waist as he returned it. 

“That’s what you’re worried about,” you mumbled into his lips. “I think—” kiss “—I can—” kiss “—forgive you.” 

He cupped your cheeks, gliding his nose against yours. 

“How very generous.” 

The last bit of your giggling escaped, gripping his coat. 

“You have not told me who you are,” he said, eyes locked. 

You hummed, then gave him one last kiss. “I think it’s best if you get everything all at once.” 

Gripping his hand, you were about to walk out of the barn when his firm hold stopped you. 

“I believe I have a faster way.” 

--- 

“Wait. So, you thought he was the bait for you, and he thought you were the bait for him?” Aunt Alex asked, waving her fork between you and Morpheus. 

You nodded. “I think he was more surprised than me.” 

He gazed at you fondly. “I have never been more pleased to learn a secret that had been kept from me.” 

“Oh?” Lena asked. “Why’s that?” 

“She is protected even if I can not come to her aid.” 

Kare “awwed” as she brought in two pans of food with Aunt Kelly carrying a large bowl. 

You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile. 

“Trust me,” Kelly started. “Even if she wasn’t powered, she has an entire legion behind her.” 

Morpheus gripped your hand beneath the table. You glanced to him, then caught Kara’s eyes, a knowing look as she turned to your boyfriend. Your cheeks warmed when you realized she wasn’t wearing her glasses. 

“We’ll have to introduce you to everyone one day,” Kara said. “Since we’ll be seeing more of you.” 

Your jaw relaxed as you caught it just before it opened. She wasn’t wrong, but you didn’t think she’d be so bold. 

Morpheus gave your hand a light squeeze. “It would be an honor.” 

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[romanoffsdarling]

Symbols: angst ✦ | fluff  ♥︎ | smut ** | dark ■

One Shots

Heart of Ice: You had never believed what the tabloids, the news, or even some of your friends, had said about the Luthor Heiress. Never believed that she was anything except her own person. You just never expected for that to come back and bite you in the ass. ✦

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[matixv]

Domme Lena Luthor x Female Sub Reader

Summary: you had been walking on thin ice from the moment you woke up, the previous night being the reason for the tension between you and Lena. She is strict about respecting her rules, and you definitely decided to break every single one in the last couple of days. Last night you took Lena to her limit, but she handled you coldly, taking you to your room for a sleepless and empty night. You want to push her even more tho, you want a reaction, the type of reaction you would expect from your Mistress.

Warnings: spanking, strap-on, size kink, kneeling, teasing, rough language, insulting.

Words: 2k

A cold, lonely and sad breakfast, that was what you were welcomed with as soon as you woke up. Looking down at the busy city, you questioned your actions but found nothing wrong… well, there was something wrong. Lena had been giving you the silent treatment since the evening before, ignoring your pity cries during the night.

She was usually more than happy to spare a couple of minutes to text you while she worked, but not today. Looking at your phone, you only found some comfort in your lock screen, a sneaky picture you took of her in one of the fancy restaurants she used to take you to.

A pale post-it note on the fridge reminded you to clean after yourself after having breakfast. But why were you supposed to follow the rules while she could do everything she wanted? That didn’t sound right. “Clean your own kitchen” your reminded her by text.

The tension between you and your Mistress didn’t go unnoticed even while you were going to work: your private driver was more than aware of the dynamic between you and Lena, and he wasn’t shy about asking questions about your relationship status. “We had a small fight yesterday, her fault obviously, I didn’t do nothing wrong” you repeated more to yourself than to him. “She is just being dramatic about it”

“This morning she looked quite guilty and worried to be honest, Miss”. Finally. She was about to give up.

The past month had been so full of work that she apparently forgot the special attention you need once in a while. She’s been coming home so late, just to find you asleep in your bed, holding her pillow as if it was her. There was no doubts she was feeling guilty about that, and you were kind of pushing on that sense of guilt.

You’ve been hitting her with the usual: “You forgot how to be a Mistress? Do I have to show you?” Or “It’s okay, I will fulfill my needs in some other way, I don’t need you”, but nothing seemed to upset her in the way you wanted.

Yesterday almost seemed like the day.

You teased her so much during her meetings, texting her naughty thoughts and naughty pictures, enjoying yourself a little on her couch, right in front of her macbook. Your fingers disappearing inside of you almost tempted her to stop everything and run to you. But that didn’t happen.

At the end of the night, the only thing u got was a fresh bruise on your arm. It took all your strength not to oppose to her while she was pushing you inside the bedroom, stopping all your fantasies with a cold “Go to sleep and don’t you dare do that again”

“Can you please take me to LuthorCorp? I need to talk to Lena” you asked the driver. Your work could wait, you worked for Lena after all.

People were not surprised to see you inside the building, it was like your second house. At the beginning of your relationship, you spent more time in there than you actually spent at your own house. It was a beautiful building, a little too white since you liked colorful walls. Lena’s office was obviously on the highest floor, she could see the entire city from her windows.

The elevator gave you time to breathe and to think about your next moves. You weren’t a brat, never had been one, but lately it seemed like the only way to have some kind of attention. “I hope she isn’t in a bad mood” you prayed to yourself, hoping for some needed contact.

When the elevator doors opened, papers were flying in the air, people were screaming and nothing was in a good mood, not even the heating system apparently. “I told you like seven times! I do not like those plans! Get out of my office!” She dismissed her assistant.

“Hello, Miss” she greeted you with her head bowed.

“Hello” you smiled with compassion at that poor woman.

You entered silently, sitting on one of the armchairs near her desk. You weren’t allowed there and you perfectly knew that, but you also knew that in stressful circumstances, you were welcomed. She was looking down at her screens, arms stretched forward and legs straight. She was wearing her usual work attire: black blouse and black pants, hair pulled back in a tidy bun. You always found yourself staring at her perfection, even if she reminded you yours wasn’t that different from hers.

Her face was so scrunched that her eyebrows seemed to be joined, her nose seemed slightly wrinkled, and even her lower lip couldn’t escape the clutches of her teeth. She wasn’t used to screaming at her employees, but stress could lead her to be a different person, a much meaner one… and you perfectly knew that.

“You should stop with that expression, or you’ll get wrinkles before you turn forty” you whispered loudly enough to be heard. “Too much stress will bring you nothing”

She slowly raised her face enough to send a cold stare in your direction, silently telling you to shut your mouth until it was too late not to face the consequences. “And who are you precisely to tell me what should I and shouldn’t do?”. A cold gust of wind seemed to break down your perfect hair.

At that point you could only do two things: apologize for your behavior and go back to the usual rhythm or keep teasing her until she gave in. The second option seemed like the only one for your needy mind, you couldn’t take another day without feeling her.

You decided to hit her with the one and only sentence she hated the most, the one that gave her a palpable sense of rage and lack of power: “Me? Oh, I’m definitely someone you do not own”

The clicking of her heels on the wooden floor felt like the proof it was working. Wetness started to spread between your legs as soon as you found her standing in front of you, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. She bent a little bit, just to be at your level. “If I do not own you, tell me why I have your naked ass with my handprints on it as my lock screen, tell me while I carry your little collar as a bracelet and please, tell me why I could easily go into your panties and find nothing but your nasty cum, you little useless petty bitch”

You were so desperate that you found yourself strangling a little moan as she stared at you, waiting for your next move. It took you a minute to recover, but your answer wasn’t late to arrive.

“Well, you haven’t touched me or anything in a month, so I guessed you didn’t own me anymore”

You were ready for everything, you have been preparing for a month. In her office there was everything you needed: the paddle, the cane, whips, chains.. everything you would have liked her to use on your body.

“I’m sorry sweetheart” she sighed reaching for the other armchair. “Work has been drowning me into a never ending spiral of nightmares and overthinking. I noticed you were asking for attention, but I couldn’t give it to you yet, not with a full head. Come here…” she patted her lap, a small gesture you were waiting for.

You happily sat on her lap, finally feeling her warmth and smelling her strong powerful perfume. God how much you waited for those simple sensations.

“I’m sorry Lena”

“Lena? A month of zero discipline made you forget I’m not one of your peers?”

“I’m sorry, Mistress”

“That’s better”

She lowered her head until it was on your shoulder, smelling your skin while thinking about what to do next. A part of you knew she had to go back to work, but the other half hoped for different things. She made you stand up to reach her computer, only to close it with a swift movement. “We are going home, I think you relaxed for a little too long… work can wait”

The smile on your face was enough to tell her she made the right choice.

The ride home was the happiest you’ve ever been in a month: soft music playing, her right hand on your inner thigh, the sunlight and the warmth only a happy environment could bring.

You enjoyed her silence, she was getting ready for what was coming next. She needed a couple of minutes to gather her thoughts and her ideas. “We haven’t done something in a while, you want soft or hard? It’s completely your choice, I do not expect you to own me sex or whatever you want to do already, we can start soft…”

“You perfectly know what I want, Mistress”

“Then I do not want to hear a sound coming from your mouth until I say you are allowed. You will do what I order you to do, and do not complain, you are not in a good position already, do not make it worse for yourself”

“Yes Miss”

“You know what sweetie?”

“What?”

“You can start your punishments by cleaning the kitchen, since you had fun this morning”

Of course she read the message.

When she opened the door you followed her orders while she sat comfortably on her couch, crossing her legs and observing you carefully. You loved her eyes on you, she made you feel like the strongest yet weakest person in the world. It didn’t take long to clean what you left that morning, but knowing you could be on her knees already was thrilling you a lot.

“I’m done, Miss” you said reaching her on the couch.

“Kneel”

You fell on your knees, desperately waiting for more, thriving attention for your poor neglected body. You were careful to kneel right in front of her expensive shoes, a beautiful pair of shiny Louboutin.

“You are even more perfect like this”

She pulled your hair so hard you didn’t even have time to realize she was taking you to your bedroom, harshly handling you like the toy she repeated you were. “Just a fucking toy”

She asked you to take off your clothes until you were fully exposed to her sight, right on the bed in front of her. She handcuffed you to the bed headboard, giving you no time to complain or resist… you wouldn’t have done it anyway, you waited too much.

“I counted every single hateful, disrespectful and rude text you’ve sent me in the past days… around eighty five if I remember well. Let’s see… should I give you the same number of… I don’t know… ruined orgasms? Spankings? Slaps?”

“Whatever you think it’s the right choice,Miss”

She turned you around with a swift movement, interlacing your arms almost painfully. You felt the pain before the sound, her hand coming down on your ass time after time, again until you started crying and panting for a break, a break that didn’t come.

Your ass was covered in bright red handprints, giving your skin a nice shade. “It hurts, Miss” you cried.

“Does it?” She replied sarcastically.

Before you knew it, she disappeared in the dark walking closet, coming back with one of your biggest strap on and a tube of lube. “I guess you don’t need that” she laughed helping you on all fours. “Look at you, pathetic”

“I can’t take it”

Well, she didn’t care a bit.

She fucked you mercilessly, reminding you of who was in charge. Every trust was enough to hit you in the right place, making you see stars every time she entered you.

After what it seemed hours long, she finally let you come, giving you what you have been asking for. You fell on the bed, limping body, you felt a cold washcloth being carefully pressed against your back and your neck, softly washing away all the sweat from your hard night.

“Thank you” you whispered while she removed your handcuffs. “For everything”

“I wish you would brat more often sweetie, I had fun” she smiled laying beside you.

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