#stcllata

[miidnighters-a]

@stcllata sent👚 for Mina to give Billie a pair of her lace up leather heeled boots that are thigh high.

It had taken a moment for Billie to get them on, the time taken to lace the boots up only building the anticipation now that she was standing. The boots hug her legs, only a thin slice of thigh seen between where they end and where her skirt stops.

"What do you think?" She asks, cocking a hip to pose for the other. "Do I look as badass as you do?"

[priscus]

@stcllata said zatanna puts a flat palm on the bull, smooth touch dropping from shoulder to chest. nothing invasive. or not too invasive.

she smells of magic, a kind unfamiliar to him. the odor of it tickles his nose and makes his nostrils flare. there's a slight twitch of his pectoral muscle when her hand comes to rest on his chest, ears flicking back cautiously. he isn't used to being touched.

the bull lets out a heavy breath through his nose, allowing her palm to settle there. a moment passes, and he slowly moves to grasp her wrist with his roughened fingers; neither pulling her away or moving her hand elsewhere. ears swivel forward and he locks eyes, breathing quietly. it's almost a stare-down, but not quite.

Touch my muse. --- accepting

[story1ines]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FELLOW TAURI!! I'M ON TUESDAY, MYSELF.

THANK YOU ANGEL HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU AS WELL WHEN IT COMES <3 taurus ftw. also i love your name & i'm a fellow italiana as well so that is amazing.

[byeolyeou]

bazyli shifts his clouded gaze downward; unable to fully pinpoint where, but he was close enough. ‘ took some time for me to get up the nerve. because. i've always thought... ’ he sighs. ‘ that there's no way you could love me. but, kelly said, i should listen inside. close my eyes and hear who your heart beats for. and it's you. you're always the first thump. the first thought. ’

key's cheeks flush at his words , and she gently slides one of her hands down to bazyli's - bringing it up so he can feel the warmth in her cheek , know that he's made her blush . she smiles , letting him feel the movement of her cheek with the expression before she's turning her head to press a kiss to the middle of his palm . bazyli has always been perfect in that with his lack of vision , he's never minded how clingy and tactile of a person she tends to be . ❝ you're my absolute favorite person in this world , bazyli . you always have been . ❞

@stcllata

[hopefuture]

23. for after battle sex. [ in the sky, maybe? from kori. ]

Spicy Prompts

No battle was ever easy.

It was an easy assumption to make; based on his capabilities and well-publicized accomplishments, to think he 'sleepwalked' through most fights. Why wouldn't he, he can imagine someone asking, he is Superman! He can leap over a tall building in a single bound, most crime is child's play to him!

If only it were ever that easy.

Every fight is a series of could have's and should have's. He could have arrived faster, ended it quicker, caused less damage than he had intended.

Living in a world of cardboard...

Frustration. That was it at the end of the day. Frustrations over his self-criticisms, the added intensity and rush of adrenaline and exertion. It built up all too quick, and so often did it need release.

A feeling, as it turned out, that his dance partner could relate to.

It all happened so fast. Flying over vast distances to vent his frustrations, to stumble upon Koriand'r fired up by the very same emotions.

Bring a matchstick near gasoline and things were destined to burn.

The freezing cold air of the stratosphere bothered neither the Kryptonian or the Tamaranean as they gave into their passions amidst the clouds, their innate ability to fly making so that the great height mattered very little. Nothing mattered in this moment, not the air, not the clouds, nor the landmasses so very below.

His grip was tighter than he'd intended it to be, having grabbed both of Kori's wrists to have something to hold onto while he took her from behind. Sweat dripped from his brow and clung to the fabric of his suit, their super-garments loosened just enough to give both of them enough access.

" Koriand'r..." His breath is hot against her ear, face half-buried in the voluminous mass of her hair, hips bucking into hers with growing desperation. "...Just-- a bit more..." An exasperated huff, underlined with a deep guttural groan, " Let me know-- If you're close--" Then, half a smile, flickering across tense features,

" I'd hate to leave you high and dry."

[ataviisms]

clark after a few rounds of swamp time

[f4rgd]

@stcllata : “Oh. Didn’t you get the memo? This is my favourite spot.” [ from theo. ]

" I take it I am interrupting something then? " He needed a place to rest even if it was just for a few moments. After walking all day, out of choice on this occasion, his thighs ached and he only had half of his water left - after a short break he'd start his walk home.

Even if it was this guy's favourite spot he didn't see anywhere else to sit - his mind was already made up so he sat and got himself comfortable. " It is polite to share and if I do not sign my legs will give way from underneath me. "

[volatilehearted]

LC! YOU ABSOLUTE BABE OF A SPANIEL!

a whoo what hey hi am i in trouble??