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Clarke visits her wife at work and things get a little heated from there.
For Superbat Week 2024 day 3: alien biology | Kryptonian diet.
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31 Aug 2025
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Sua isn’t naive.
She knows how Mizi looks at her. Not the affectionate look she’s adorned since they met, but the look that slides over Mizi’s face when she thinks Sua isn’t paying attention. It’s similar to the way those Segyeins—the ones that Mother parades her in front of—look at her. Like they want to devour her. But unlike those times, it isn’t fear that causes Sua’s skin to prickle with goosebumps. And it isn’t fear that makes her bite her lip.
It isn’t fear, but it’s close enough.
Except this feeling sometimes feels more dangerous than fear.
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or Sua and Mizi take their relationship to the next step.
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26 Aug 2025
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“You’re so noisy,” Mizi clicked her tongue, and Sua felt a wave of shame wash over her hotly. It made her pussy clench. With one last kiss against her clit, the other woman stood up, licking the slick off her lips. “Open your mouth.”
She wordlessly complied, mouth slackening easily at the command. Sua nearly gagged from surprise as a wet piece of cloth was stuffed into her mouth. It was salty, a little earthy too. Realization was slow to catch up to her, but when it did, her eyes widened. She stared at Mizi in disbelief.
But all Mizi said was, “Bite.”
The order went straight between her legs. Her clit throbbed. And with a shiver, Sua clamped her jaw shut over her own panties.
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18 Aug 2025
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Yumeko decides if Kira gets to come based on a coin flip every time. It doesn’t go well for Kira.
or, the edging and overstimulation galore smutfic.
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01 Jul 2025
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“Sua, your shirt—” Till wheezes, finally. He gestures frantically around his chest area, with all the grace of someone playing a bad game of charades. “The uhm–”
“Hm? Did I spill something?” Sua responds, feeling before she looks. What she makes out is a dampness against the pads of her fingers. She feels around some more, careful not to make it appear like she’s groping her tits in front of her childhood friends.
It is impossible to quantify how badly Sua wishes it was appropriate or realistic for her to fake her own death, never to be seen or heard from again, as she realizes, then confirms, that the wetness is accumulated precisely in two spots, where her nipples are covered by the fabric of her bra and shirt.
“You’re lactating,” Ivan clarifies, because he has to state the obvious. “Producing colostrum, more specifically. It’s leaking through your shirt.”
All things considered, Sua should be grateful that premature lactation is the worst of her troubles.
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28 Jun 2025