#garbeasts

"Yeah because I'm the serious one of this ... this .. what even ARE yall? Are you a volunteer group? Is this government funded? Is this a non profit??? Like c'mon, be so for real right now!"

FOREWORD INCOMING !!    accepting !!   meme i don't remember  from  @garbeasts

on the side walk of gotham, hair done back, and surrounded by signs of various slogans, a woman makes herself known in the best way she can. beating stammering works, and stumbling over herself, but still she speaks about the benefits of 'keep it clean, keep it green', how the planet is crying for our help. how gotham is cursed because we don't care about it enough.

strands of tight red curls hang over her face as she settles down, beginning to collect her objects. the donation hat held seven coins, twelve paper dollars and a few knickknacks that make her groan with annoyance under her breath.

it's only then she realizes he's still lingering there, waiting patiently for her to finish, as if he really cared what she had to preach.

There's a laugh that escapes the lips of the mutant — the air it occupies embraced by the faint tinge of intoxication; it was clear that she was in her element: the strobed lights and thumping rhythms all around her, walls oozing with debauchery...

...in simpler terminology? A house party.

❝ Is it really that hard to fathom, Animal Planet? ❞ flirtatious teases drip from her lips like honey — nimble frame lackadaisically straddling the lap of the Titan; tonight's entertainment, whomst face would be cupped by velvet like palms of Jubilee — a smirk everpresent upon her face, ❝ Gotta make sure people know that tonight's nature documentary is a private screening. ❞ there is a wink, followed by a momentary peck to Garfield's lips.

Its a moment of intimacy, a notion that isn't often afforded to heroic ilk such as them — yet still, she savors it... lips hovering mere millimeters above that of her man's; the warmths of their breaths colluding and mixing, adding to the tension.

And then? Robbed in an instant, not by some diabolical threat — no, this was a stoppage from something ever so important to the sparkle-fingered heroine in question...

... a familiar rhythm begins to fill the house who she couldn't quite remember belonged to — nevertheless, she knew those opening drum kicks anywhere, ❝ Come on, Lasagna Muncher! ❞ she practically launches out of his lap, eagerly seizing possession of his hand and dragging him out to the makeshift dance floor a few feet away, ❝ Show me your best Manakin impression! ❞ her laugh fills the air around him; she wastes no time breaking it down... showing once again that when it came to the dance floor?

She was the best there is, was, and ever will be.

❝ If you suck at video games just say so. ❞ she's smug and gloating, adding another victory under her belt as she leans back to take a very loud and very obnoxious sip from her smoothie cup.

Intercepting a distress call this far out was always a bit of a gamble. Space was massive and for all either of them knew it was sent weeks, months, maybe even years ago before she picked it up but this whole thing sent alarm bells off in her head. Garfield was saying something to her left but it wasn't registering.

Gwen was always too focused on the mission.

And something didn't feel right. She combed the entire ship twelve times over and there wasn't a trace of anybody ever being on board. No clothes, no left over meal packets, no lingering signs of life ever existing that she could pick up. Either this was an old ship that got spaced from a larger station by accident and some signals got crossed or something very sinister was going on here.

Gwen's sits in the captains chair, boots lift onto the main console, fingers steepled and brows knitted together in concentration. It was easier to do a final sweep to locate even the faintest of energy signatures if she remains still and focused. She only takes one moment to throw a look over at Gar and back again to the deep void of space.

❝ Please don't touch anything. ❞

lokelani isn’t even sure she’s still awake. everything is hazy and she’s lost in a sea of pleasure, eyes glazed over as she gar eats her out. they’d gone to the movies earlier that day and kel had spent most of it with his cock in her mouth, swallowing his cum with ease and keeping him in her mouth to do it all over again. since getting home her body had been covered with bite marks and he’d brought her to the edge more times than she could possibly count. it all felt like carry over from the previous day when she’d teased him while he played video games and then begged for his cum on her tits. like they were locked into some sort of competition.

even now, all she can do is whimper. whining with every flick of his tongue and thrust of the plug in her ass. gripping on this hair, lokelani tugs on it harshly as he brings her to the edge once more. there’s an ever building pressure in her and all she wants is the sweet release of an orgasm. “ p’ease,” she groans out, “ m’ so empty wanna cum,” lokelani begs. there’s tears beading at the corner of her eyes and if he doesn’t fuck her soon she thinks she may safeword (next time he wants to be such a goddamn tease he better tie her up).

before she can beg even more, the plug is removed completely and fingers enter her anus as a tongue is thrust inside of her and teeth scrape at her clit. it’s enough, finally, to send her over the edge. screaming out garfield’s name, kel can feel the burst of her orgasm that is her squirting and the aftershocks running through her legs. left speechless, her lips remain parted as her fingers let go of garfield’s hair, legs twitching and thighs shaking as her orgasm works its way through her body.