#nymplicious

He walked out of the TARDIS and looked around, getting out the sonic screwdriver to scan for signs of alien technology. The problem was, that he was picking it up all over the place. “Interesting,” he stated, realizing now that there were aliens everywhere, living in plain sight. That’s when he saw a woman flying over him. “Well, I think I might have found the person I’m looking for,” the Doctor grinned. While he knew it was possible that someone from Krypton might have side effects due to Earth’s sun, he didn’t quite imagine anything like that and he was excited to find out more as he ran to see where she was headed.

carter took the woman in as she looked at him and he studied her, but she held out her cigarette for him and he accepted it. "thanks.." he said before taking it up to his lips and inhaling. "rough night? or rough morning?" he asked as he looked out into the ocean before taking another drag of her cigarette before handing it back to her, blowing the smoke out of his mouth. "if you're gonna jump, can you wait till i leave?" he asked, his face deadpanned before he gave her a little smile, letting her know he was joking. wanting to know if he could get a smile out of the mysterious woman who probably had just a rough night as him or maybe even rougher. it wasn't even that his night was so rough, more like his life was becoming unbearable to deal with. he needed a change, and he needed it sooner rather than later. but carter was a glutton for punishment and he tended to fall into his normal patterns of spending money and trying to drown his sorrows in that, which never worked and also made him feel disgusting after.

"do you miss sex?" it was probably a weird thing to ask his sister about, but they had been stranded on this island for so long now, decency had sort of gone out the window. brandon for sure did, not that he had a lot of it before they got stranded but he had more sex than right now, which was zero. the thing with brandon was that he had a hard time reeling girls in, but once they saw what he was packing they usually stuck around for a long while. he was laying on a makeshift towel made of leaves on the beach right next to their "home" only wearing some swimming trunks that had survived the trip.

He had a feeling in the end, she wouldn't of wanted the public to hear this upcoming conversation. Since he was going to have to explain how and why he knew for a fact Kara Danvers and Supergirl were one in the same. The intelligence and senses of a celestial like himself were a gift to some and a curse to others. It was the former for him, they had helped in his crusade for safer multiverses.

"what kind of lesbian would i be if i hadn't fantasized about supergirl?" alex mumbled, and, even though she knew they shouldn't be, her eyes were drawn to kara's ass as she walked to the kitchen, and alex bit lightly on her lip. kara had a great ass... maggie had been alex's gay awakening, but now that she wasn't with maggie anymore, she was starting to realize that there were some other feelings she'd buried deep. feelings about kara. feelings she'd never say out loud...if not for the alcohol "'s not fair, you know, being the only lesbian in national city who's not allowed to have a supergirl fantasy. most of the others have supergirl costumes they want to wear in the bedroom...meanwhile i'm so overly familiar with how good your ass looks in the real supergirl suit..."

Naomi Njambi Makena Fisher (ESQ.), the famed daughter of Walter R Fisher and Amani Fisher. Both of those powerhouse couple have shaken landscapes in the U.S. and globally. Their daughter, Naomi, was set to do the same thing. Growing up in private and exclusive circles. Largely, she was only meant to meet others, learn and observe. However, she met her lifelong and first friend Delphine Tate. They had been in similar circles and had gotten along well. It was only after they had become young women did their paths diverged but never out of touch. It wasn't until she was a bit older that Naomi finally had the time to take control of her life and did so. Naomi after gleaning all she could from her military and private career, networking nonstop and working made a life for herself and did not need to rely on her parents. She had trouble getting a hold of Delphine and was worried she had forgotten about her, that was until at a black and white masquerade ball for charity was when Naomi saw her and knew. "It's HER?" the words nearly screamed in her mind. Instead she took a breath, black fox mask on as he looks at the other coming down the stairs.

Jason Krieger Long and his brother, Casimiro Kaiser Long are brothers-and veterans. They served together and went through additional hell together outside of their childhood. Once they finally got out after the drawdown of troops they wanted to start their own lives. They bounced around but eventually decided to take it slow. Finding a steady job-save and go from there. After getting their accreditation for private armed and unarmed security and others, they found a sweet gig by being bouncers at a popular strip club. They desperately needed more security and were both perfect with their resumes and credentials, especially being related. Jason and Casimiro were hired and worked split during the busy shifts or both on the same shift outside and inside. The girls all LOVED both of them, they both had the extreme bad-boy look,tattoos, hair, and a rugged roughness to them and screamed 'dangerous'. Even when they tried to look semi-professional, they couldn't escape it so they embraced it-it was better to keep rowdy men in line and the girls made more as a result. Both brothers got a lot of attention, but they kept their hearts away and professional which only made the dancers desire them more. This was solidified when Jason on his first action as a bouncer dealt with one of the customers harassing Adrianna during a VIP set in the second floor. When she didn't want to be touched, Jason immediately sprung to pull off the drunk and strong grip before he went further. "Ay, buddy. Didn'cha read th' sign?" He said as Jason casually drew the mans hand that was clearly showing resistance, the drunk mans arm shaking as Jason's still--" No, touchin' th' gals!" he barked to be heard over the music. When the drunk customer went to grab a beer bottle, Jason didn't flinch. Immediately he let go of the customer and went back quickly to close distance, quickly keeping his hands up as he blocked the impact of the bottle before grabbing the man by the back of the head and delivering a perfect knee drive into the other's solar-plexus and it was over. The drunk man doubled over and looked as though he'd vomit but thankfully did not. The police were called and Jason gave the report when they showed up, all while comforting the dancer and giving him his Leather jacket. "Ya alrigh' there, sweet'art?" he asked, with his thick, unapologetic Brooklyn, New York accent.

Every battle, every attack, the controller buzzed in their hands. And then a large cutscene started playing. Still with every explosion and major move, the controller kept buzzing. Tommy lowered it into his sister's lap since they didn't need to be ready to play for a bit. And if he let one of the handles nestle between her legs to press against her pussy, who could say it wasn't an accident?