Tag: nsfw
Completely inspired by/contributed to by @of-suns-and-guns, blame her for everything. NSFW.
Kara’s apartment is empty when Alex arrives, not that she’s expected differently. There’d been a call right before Alex had finished changing out of her uniform, a nasty three-car accident on the highway.
She’d known Kara would respond and perhaps she’s a little relieved Kara will be late. There will be less chance of Kara swinging back by the DEO and exchanging any sort of gossip—which suits Alex just fine.
She hums to herself as she lays out the takeout and paper plates, taking the time to make sure everything is neat before she turns the TV on.
Just as everything is prepped and she’s begun serving herself, Kara arrives.
“How’d it go?” she asks without looking up from adding rice to her plate.
Kara’s boots thud softly against the ground. “Could have been worse. Everyone got to the hospital in record time, at least.”
“That’s good news. Every second counts,” Alex agrees. She pushes a piece of chicken back from the edge of her plate with a fork.
There’s a few quick gusts of wind, and then Kara is taking the seat next to her.
“So how was your day, Alex?” Kara asks.
Alex’s senses go on high alert. Kara hasn’t picked up a plate. “Fine. Chill, even.”
“Is that so? I heard you caught a live grenade. That doesn’t sound very chill to me.”
Fic where Alex goes down on Maggie for the first time
A year later, and I’m still not feeling the actual smut, but I think you’ll all enjoy (and maybe relate to) the lead up!
Special thanks to @sapphicscholarwrites and BearsInCastles for the inspiration!
Googling didn’t help much. Alex didn’t really care what kind of advice that Maxim had for men… some of those tips sounded familiar and lack luster, as if every drunken hook up she’d ever had read the same articles.
After she checked the dates, she probably shouldn’t have been surprised, to be perfectly honest. They likely had.
Cosmo’s latest attempts were less than helpful. More recent attempts at inclusion were certainly creative, but as Alex flipped the magazine sideways, she wasn’t entirely sure they were anatomically possible. At least not for her current level of flexibility.
Maggie did yoga, she might have been able to bend that way, but it looked more painful than fun.
Alex wanted her to have fun.
Finally did it…. lol
Based on ehjaybones’s headcanon. <:
more thirst™
Really want that whole headcanon meme for Jess/Trish…
(This is for the NSFW headcanon meme for which I will be accepting prompts forever tbh)
That is a lot my friend, so instead, I give you
F U C K – consider it as part of the fake dating universe, so it’s all pre-Kilgrave
some cuddles and snuggles
Masquerade
Lucy’s tongue flicked out to wet the corner of her mouth. She pressed up against Maggie, reaching past her, the metal of her mask brushing against Maggie’s skin.
Maggie’s grip on the counter tightened.
Lucy pulled back a moment later, black and blue mask in hand. She leaned down so her mask pressed against the side of Maggie’s face as she whispered in her ear.
“Color?”
Maggie swallowed.
“Green.”
Korrasami warmup sketch! Because why not. I prefer drawing Korra with scars.. I just can’t imagine her getting out of that war without a scratch. And I feel like she made me like well defined, physically fit women.. Hmhmhm *chuckle*
supercat sexting/flirty texting (if you’re not comfortable with smut or dont wanna write it) while in the office or something?
Side note: I haven’t written smut in literal years, but I gave it the ol’ college try.
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Kara truly enjoyed her job as Cat Grant’s assistant, something that no one else seemed to believe. Yes, her job was demanding. Yes, Cat was difficult at best, but Kara liked the challenge. Cat Grant was one of the first humans that Kara actually understood. She could anticipate Cat’s needs and assist the woman before even being asked. Cat pushed Kara to excel, and nothing brought Kara more joy than when was able to exceed even Cat’s expectations.
There was one downside to being Cat Grant’s assistant, however. Cat Grant was a gorgeous woman, and as her assistant, Kara spent almost every moment at work either by her side or right outside her glass office. Spending an extended amount of time with a beautiful woman shouldn’t be the one negative of Kara’s job, and yet, it was like a special brand of torture to follow Cat around as she sashayed through the office, no hope of ever acting on her attraction.
Most of the time Kara could ignore her growing interest for her boss or write it off as hero worship. Most of the time, Cat’s demands were enough to keep her distracted. So, when Kara received a text from Cat before her boss arrived at the office, she was grateful for something to do to stop her current train of thought. She was grateful, at least, until she opened the message.
Cat: Fired personal shopper. Go to La Perla and grab my latte on your way back to the office.
Kara felt her face flush as she read the name of the designer. The designer that specialized in lingerie…
It’s as if Cat could sense Kara’s hesitation because a second text quickly followed.
Cat: Chop chop.
This quickly set Kara in motion. It wasn’t a big deal, she told herself. It’s just like picking up Cat’s dry cleaning or purchases elsewhere. The clerk will hand her the bag, and she’ll be off. As long as she doesn’t imagine what’s in the bag, she’ll be fine.
Question of Smoke 