⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀# 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓗𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝓦𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀# 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗟 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓚𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝓩𝘰𝘳 — 𝓔𝘭

ᅠ ᅠ ⠀ ‍ ‍ ‍. . . * 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 ‍𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 ᅠ ⠀

ivory limbs encase the kryptonian’s waist, gripping soft while fingers splay across a toned stomach and lips coil, lingering with that of a smirk. she certainly does look good.

hmm, hmm. . . talk about a woman.

where’s her pretty please, lover?

gentle kisses are planted along a sturdy shoulder, fingers ascending along the kryptonian’s stomach in a ghosting waltz. nose nuzzles at the back of kara’s neck, fangs glinting in the light as lips careen. most definitely.

pity. she isn’t there. . .

Annabeth melts into her lover, knowing that the Kryptonian can withstand the added weight. Ivory fingers teasingly dip, ghosting beneath the hem and nails scratch, tracing. “In fact. . . You look good enough to eat.” That she certainly did. But when didn’t she?

ᅠ ᅠ ⠀ ‍ ‍ ‍. . . * 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 ‍𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 ᅠ ⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ I am not a 𝓖𝓞𝓓. I am ( * 𝐍𝐎𝐓 ) some saint. I am a sentient being like each of you . . . ⠀

She is right. . . Annabeth certainly could be. Wouldn’t hurt to simply drop in.

Soft sigh trickles forth from rosy brims, ivory chin resting upon her palm as blues focus on the Kryptonian. Fangs. Isn’t her girlfriend pretty.

nails drag down the pale flesh of a toned stomach, coiling lips granting a slight glimpse at pristine fangs. “all dressed up and for me, I assume?” soft kiss lingers above the swell of a pale breast, lips slow moving as they drag along the curve.

Wonder Woman? Sounds . . . interesting.

Annabeth doesn’t bother to acknowledge the presence of another at first; simply concentrates on the current task at hand. But hues flutter, perfect smirk gracing her pale features. Good heavens. Now that’s a beauty if she ever saw one. And this’ll be Wonder Woman, she presumes?

ᅠ ᅠ ⠀ ‍ ‍ ‍. . . * 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 ‍𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 ᅠ ⠀