her shirt is too tight too

blinkwithyoureyes asked:

FIC THE THING

I WROTE THE SIN. i am Filth (kara is packing and there’s office sex so see you in Hell my friends). this one goes to @residentgeekmonkey bc we are both a hapless pile of trash.

WORK FROM HOME, the headcanons

supergirl/supercat. AU. Romcom. Cat’s building a new house. Kara is her hot contractor. AO3 / TUMBLR

Deflowering the office.

It’s not too chilly, not too warm.

Kara lets herself into the CatCo building, her fingerprints already registered through most security levels. It’s Date Night™, so she’s wearing the Cartier watch Cat gave her for their three-month anniversary, tailored jeans and a button up shirt. She might have let a few more buttons open than usual, but only because she knows Cat will appreciate the view.

There’s barely anyone at this hour, the entire floor silent. Which is good, because Kara’s jaw drops when she sees Cat Grant in a Very Sinful Tight Dress, a sleeveless thing that barely reaches mid thigh, having a drink on her balcony, looking like a Renaissance painting. Cat throws a look over her shoulder, very inviting.

Kara swallows dry, unable to break eye contact.

Cat sets her drink aside. “Are you going to just stand there?”

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I am not an object
I am not a prize to be won
I do not strut for your enjoyment
You stand there and look at me the way a lion looks at its prey
Stalking in the grasslands behind the busy streets and cars
Because if you have sex you’re a winner
But if I have sex
All I am is a slut
Taught not to wear skirts too short or shirts too tight
Something as basic as my own anatomy
Criticized by everyone
The mother at home
A food source
But the second she walks outside she is patronized and sexualized because all she is doing is providing for her child
The stretch marks on my skin which represent growth and change like a ripple in the river
I want to be accepted
I want to be loved and admired for me
Not my body
I am not an object
I am not a prize to be won
I am my own
I am mine

Feelin’ good today 💕

@tentaculii

“Soft Lips!” There was this huge grin stretched across her lips at the sight of him, greeting a bit loud though not to her ears — probably the result of one too many margaritas. “Fancy seeing you here!” In the middle of the street, yeah, totally random. With zero hesitation Ashton threw her arms around the man in a tight and very excited hug. She freed him a moment later only to pull him forward by the collar of his shirt and tasting those too familiar lips of his. 
When she finally let go of him that grin of hers was still in place. “Mm, just as soft as I remembered. Did you miss me? I’ve missed you a lot.”

anonymous asked:

I close my eyes, "I just don't understand. You are good enough for me if anything you're too good. There is no need to feel that way ever, I promise you that." I reach forward and pull her into a tight hug as she continues to cry in my shirt. "I'm sorry I leave, it's just I'm not used to confrontation. And when things get too much I just want to be alone. I'm not used to this whole relationship thing. I'm learning." I squeeze her to me, staring straight ahead not sure where to go from here - Ni

I feel my heart threatening to come out of my chest and let his words sink in. He brings me into a tight hug and i wrap my arms around his chest, gripping the back of his shirt tightly. “I’m not really used to it either.” I admit in a low tone. “I’m not used to love someone so much.” I close my eyes and inhale his odor again. I don’t think i’ll ever get enough of him. “I want us to have a talk without getting mad, or throwing shit at each other. I’ll tell you everything you want to know, Nee. I have nothing to hide, okay?” I kiss his chest gently before to get on my tiptoe and press my lips on his jaw. He looks down at me and i cup his face before he kisses me gently.