👀 hear me out ahmya
FOREWORD INCOMING !! accepting memes always!! 👀 if attractive !! from @araknida
" hear what out, you have good taste, you should find me attractive. beautiful women belong together. "
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👀 hear me out ahmya
FOREWORD INCOMING !! accepting memes always!! 👀 if attractive !! from @araknida
" hear what out, you have good taste, you should find me attractive. beautiful women belong together. "
𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐒. How easy it is to go from an arched back and a rumbling purr to a flash of claws and a feral hiss at the drop of a hat. She was no stranger to an investigative journalist poking their nose where it didn't belong, but this one had been particularly stubborn. The brunette was showing up at crime scenes faster than Metropolis PD, had questioned some of the Cat's fences inside city limits, and had come uncomfortably close to at least one of her boltholes.
It was just time to return the favor.
Security at the Daily Planet was laughable. The security guard was half asleep at the front desk, no complex locks or security checks, and most lights off for the night except the handful of journalists burning midnight oil. They didn't even look up as she slipped into the cubicle and began thumbing through the papers on desk, all while eying the closed laptop. Gloved fingers slipped the laptop and the papers into the metal waste basket, drawers opened and emptied into the same. A little lighter fluid was poured in for luck, before she struck a pack of matches.
❛❛ Forget somethin', sweetheart? ❜❜
She's grinning underneath her domino mask as she dropped the lit matches into the basket, flame swallowing up everything inside.
@araknida wanted a starter.
Sender: @araknida !! Prompt: ❛ do you have a death wish or something? ❜
The blazing light from his ring died down almost in stages. Blinking out slowly until the brightness became dull, then gone altogether. ❛ Fear of death isn't something lanterns are known to have in great quantity. ❜
“you need to pack cute things!” for lucy chen
a girls trip was very much needed after the day / week / month / year lucy had. and she was so excited to just . . . disconnect for the week. no work, no responsibilities just sunshine and sand and water as far as the eye could see. there was only one rule. there was no testosterone on this trip. no boys— or no men, whatever. same thing. they weren't bringing any of the guys in their lives, and they weren't supposed to talk to them either. that was going to be very hard for her, not to talk to tim. but this was for the best. they weren't together, she didn't have to talk to him. this was fine, everything was fine. and come on, it was a girls trip. just because they weren't bringing the boys didn't mean they weren't going to talk about the boys, because gossiping was one of the foundations of girlhood.
"i . . . am packing cute things," she replied offensively, lifting the shirt she just folded to put in her suitcase so she could hold it up in front of her, looking in the mirror. "this is cute, right?" she tilted her head. it was cute. it was . . . right? but maybe it was just, you know, cute for her age. "my closet it right there if you want to help," she relented, gesturing toward the closet after she discarded the apparently-not-as-cute-as-she-thought-it-was shirt. "are you going to check everything in my suitcase before we leave? or is this an honors system kind of thing? do you trust my packing skills? not all of us can look like supermodels, maggie." she was just teasing, but also . . . she wasn't wrong. margaret sterling was gorgeous.
can i go down on you?
𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗬 ⵑ
hot breath fans against soft lips swollen from fervent kisses, the weight of her straddling slender hips stirring up kryptonian blood into a needful frenzy beneath farmer - tanned skin kissed by smallville sun. large hands sit at the curve of maggie’s waist, lifts his chin up to behold her, backlit by evening sun pouring in from the window of clark’s dorm room window & outlining her in glorious golden light. he laughs, almost unbelieving he gets to love her in this way.
fingers will travel up the smooth expanse of her back, kisses landing along the column of her throat. ❝ baby, ❞ chuckles clark with red cheeks, feels himself strain & twitch in the fabric confines of his boxers when she asks him so sweetly if she may make him see stars. ❝ okay - ❞ a kiss to the corner of her mouth. ❝ okay. but i owe you. ❞ lastly, his lips will land on hers.
@araknida liked for a starter.
" demon politics are surprisingly intricate. bloody and brutal, yes -- but they are good at unionising. "
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❛❛ 𝐀𝐌 𝐈 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐏 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆? ❜❜ She's gonna need more than just this margarita, if she's gotta talk about spiders. But another sip and she's carrying on. ❛❛ I've always had a preference for the lady Spiders, they're more . . . spirited. Margaret isn't any different. She'd be cuter if she minded her own business, of course. ❜❜
The Asterion Spire, Argo City East, Krypton — Mags / @araknida
Kara trudged inside the warm, minimal apartment with a heavy head, data crystals creating a soft purple hue against the walls. The advanced Kryptonian nanotech that formed her suit adjusted with a few cross-body ripples, adjusting to indoor gear within a few seconds. And there she was — curled up on the sofa with a half dozen political theory glyph-sheets spread around, fast asleep. What a cutie. Maggie was going to argue that toxic Science Council into knots one day soon. A true hero.
She collapsed onto the bottom half of the sofa with a heavy enough thud to wake sleeping beauty up from her slumber, sleepy brain falling onto Mags' lap. ❛❛ Rise and shine, ❜❜ she grinned, blowing a lazy kiss. Kara untied her hair & stretched, sighing heavy enough to activate Astra with some energy-efficient suggestions. She silently demanded he stop. ❛❛ I'm slaughtered. Academically. Play with my hair, ❜❜ she commanded, turning onto her front with a nose pressed against Mags' thigh as if it was the most comfortable pillow in the world. ❛❛ And please order pizza. ❜❜