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for @powerandresponsibility

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[It was cold. Poured down the crack of her ass, Kate struggled not to openly moan as Peter rubbed it over the tight bud of her asshole, before he breached it by pushing his thumb in.

With her hands up and still bound by her shirts, she squeezed them into tight fists.]

Anal.... Princess...? I'm-- I won't take your henchmen and I'm not going to like it. How could I ever have an orgasm from getting... I can't even say it! [Kate protested too much, happy to play the part of the prude hero that will indeed become his... Oh, God, he deserves a prize for the 'Anal Princess Cum Slut' name.]

[powerandresponsibility]

Anal. Princess. Cum. Slut.

[Each word was punctuated by a thrust of his thumb, working her asshole open and getting it ready to take his cock.]

You’re not going to take your first cock ever, but your second and third. Your fourth. Maybe even your fifth.

[Peter wasn’t quite sure how many toys she had that they could use for this.]

And at the end… you’ll thank me.

Date Night for @pilfeline

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Kate is rarely this nervous. She's been in tough or nerve-racking situations before, facing street gangs or being the center of attention at international competitions. She's been at the top of her class and pampered in social events. She's been to a few dates before, with people she really liked.

But she can't remember the last time she was so nervous about going out with someone.

Wearing a black three pieces suit (and even a tie!), she kept her hair half down, half cassual. Was that enough to impress Selina? She can only hope, even though she is well aware that her favorite cat lady will insist that she looks great. Selina is that sweet and kind.

With their Uber parked by her building, instead of texting her Kate picked a rock and, with impecable aim, hit her window once. Twice. Three times. Her cats were starting to gather, looking down at her.

[pilfeline]

Selina is nervous too, and has gone back and forth on what to wear what feels like a million times at this point.

At the end of the day, she sticks with what she knows and puts on a short little black dress with long sleeves, and a pair of knee high leather boots with heels you could take out an eye with.

Just as she's debating whether or not to put on a wig, there's a plink at her window, then another.

Confused, she walks over to open it, looking out to see Kate down on the street.

Immediately, she smiles.

"Hi! I'll be right down!"

She closes the winfow again, an after quickly throwing on a coat, she practically runs down the stairs to join Kate.

for @ceptme

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What can I say? I like my dinner with a show.

[She holds up her bag of space snacks to make a point.

So maybe half of the time she wants to punch the living shit out of him. But right now? Kate's really glad for his sense of humor.]

How's the temperature thing going?

ty, ty <3

[ceptme]

I reset it. Should start levellin' off back to the defaults over the next ten minutes or so [He flips the casing shut again on the control panel and hits a couple of buttons] Gimme a moment and I'll see if I can switch the interface to English.

for @noreasonneeded

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I never said that to criticize you, Kaz. I know how you work, I knew you probably reached out to Nina, Wylan, surely even Jesper, for the same reason why you reached out at me. That doesn't change your relationship with anyone of us now.
And I don't think that makes you any less of a good person.

Nothing...
But thank you.

[It's rare of Kate to not cherish a compliment. However, she is such a perfectionist that taking one for something she doesn't believe she's mastered is something she struggles with sometimes.]

Good point.
You're not like other guys.

TY for moving!

[noreasonneeded]

[He doesn't see himself as a good person, so he moves right along from that statement.]

No thanks required.

Perhaps not. Although accommodating one's partner seems a baseline requirement for those in my immediate company.

for @whatam_i

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I've only ever seen this on movies before...

[Crouching down next to him, Kate watches Ed work over his shoulder.]

And you can probably figure who worked for who, right? I bet criminals have a tight kinda business.

thank you for moving <3

[whatam_i]

There are ways to figure that out yes, people talk and so does money. Plus I have connections to some of the best spies in Gotham.

for @thejuice

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[She genuinely doubts he really got any of it and doesn't miss the fact that he still thinks Clint is some sort of fictional doctor, but Kate doesn't argue. At least, even if he thinks its all bullshit, this ghost she's hired now has sort of caught up with the narrative.]

Funny that you bring up the Ghostbusters when I'm starting to wonder if those guys are for real and if they'd work with you.

[Does that sound like too much of a threat? Either way, it's good to remind him that she is still a little wary about his style.]

Midtown?
Dude, it's been years. Everything was rebuilt and there's even some new monuments there.
When was the last time you... were undead in New York?

Aaaye lets go.

[thejuice]

when was that dancing baby popular? the what 19-90s? ish?

[It couldn't be more than a few years since he'd been topside, right? Even if he's not entirely certain who the Avengers are or why they were fighting aliens, or if any of that was just her fucking with him, he's pretty sure it's still the 90s. (Is he typing this in t9 on a nokia brick? Of course not, those phones never die. He's using a payphone, somehow.)]

look after the first few hundred years it gets real easy to lose track of time

[He's not on trial here. Come back with a warrant.]

for @noreasonneeded

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Kate can't help herself. Even though she is all for showing her absolute loyalty and support towards Kaz, she does have a soft spot for silly bantering. And Nikolai's little joke about work has her snorting against her best intentions.

Honestly, she's not realizing that if someone gave her popcorn she would gladly spend a couple of hours watching them both poke at each other. It seriously makes their next mission all the more interesting now.

Their guest's attention returns to her and Kate does her best to try and put back on her attempt at a straight face. A task that becomes a true challenge the second the blond shamelessly pulls another move.

It's meaningless, though. Kate is well aware that men like Lantsov will flirt at anything that's female and breathes near them.

"If only I was memorable, right?" She turns her attention back towards Kaz, aiming at him a playful smile. If meaninful is what she wants, she has certainly found that with the thief that stole her heart.

But her attention returns to Nikolai. "Not that I can blame you. Those things are a pain in the ass and I try my best to forget all about them the second I'm out." You know, not counting that their purpose is giving aid to those in need. "I'd ask if you have plans to explore the city while Kaz goes through the business details, but you clearly are familiar with New York already."

[noreasonneeded]

"For those foolish enough not to find you memorable, it just leaves room to make their loss clear to them later." Kaz's tone is matter-of-fact, though he knows that the teasing done is all in good fun. "I recommend stealing and ruining their reputations, but everyone has their own style." He offers her a small smirk in return.

Nikolai's heart is set upon a certain dark haired Grisha General, but he finds flirting fun and harmless. He doubts Zoya would care, especially since she just seems exasperated by him in general most of the time. Really, even though they get along like hissing cats, he finds Zoya and Kaz have quite a bit in common. All Zoya cares about is her country and her duty, and that serious, single-minded dedication reminds him of how stubborn Brekker can be about putting his work over everything else. At least his girlfriend seems to have a better sensibility about her, and he hopes she manages to get Kaz to have fun sometimes. Just as he hopes he can someday do the same for Zoya.

"I wouldn't mind seeing some old haunts or finding out what's changed, if there's time. I know everyone's on a tight schedule, though. Especially if you're helping me explore the Ravkan embassy files." He points a finger at Kaz. "And yes, explore is the word I'm choosing for it and sticking with that."

for @whatam_i

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...
What about an anonymous gesture? You could write to her family and offer to cover the costs.

You did approach me, Ed.
And honestly, I'm more grateful about it every day.

thank you for moving <3

[whatam_i]

Why are you trying to pressure me into doing that?

You were special.

for @parce

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Would you like to have new experiences with me then?
That is, if the dominatrix that owns your heart (and kingdom) allows it...

thank you, i was being lazy!!

[parce]

She doesn't own anything of mine. She's forgotten.

So yes, I would like that.

for @occisor

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You're being real mean, Frank. Did you know that?

What do you want? You want me to beg?

thanks for moving this!

[occisor]

maybe.

seems like you really want me to look.

sorry but the anti-spam field is not working

[onthestraightandarrow]

subtext? that was just text.

your aim is still perfect, and i definitely appreciate the condoms over the quarters.
please do not fire any pieces of metal at my penis.

No worries! <3

[hawk_shot]

Some would claim it was text in CAPS.
But I like to think it would be subtext in the eyes of the outsiders.

You know, I heard that piercings there totally enhance the experience, Clint.

from tfln

[callmeval]

Maybe, if he did anything untoward while undercover.

Nah, not against you. You know even if the cops did try to jam you up, I'd protect you, right?
I look after my girls.

[hawk_shot]

Lots of mansplaining counts? And stepping on my toes once.

Of course.
You know, it's really nice to have someone actually directing every operation.
Knowing she has our backs.
You really take good care of us.

for @streetlevel

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It's probably a bad idea. At least, her brain insists that Matt is surely still mad at her after their last argument, with him ignoring her texts as she had her little tantrum. Why was she such a jerk? Maybe because she's frustrated? Nervous about going out? Wondering how Matt would take it?

Why on Earth would he react any other way than being happy about her? It would be messed up if he didn't, Kate. Stop torturing yourself. Even if everything about this weekend has already gone to shit.

Kate swallows her pride. She can't think of anyone else who could help right now. And, even if Matt was mad, deep down she trusts he's not anymore. Not totally. Not enough to not care.

It's Saturday evening by then. Taking a break from his duties, Matt is by then at Heather's, with the couple having just returned from the store with fresh produce and with plans for dinner together. She's aware that he has to go back to the office later, something about an important case that is keeping Matt awake these nights.

However, as they start unpacking their purchases Heather freezes. Her expression shifts into something more tense as Matt's phone announces a particular name.

Kate. Kate. Kate.

[streetlevel]

The weekend had been long already. Matt was still dealing with the ramifications of his rescue at the police station, both physically and in the court of public opinion. There was a persistent cough he couldn't shake and his lungs felt on fire every time he breathed. His ribs which hadn't healed from the last time were cracked anew and the chest wound he'd gotten from saving Fisk made that whole upper side of his body stiff and ache. His face still showed the bruise marks thanks to Powell's gang jumping him outside of court. He'd been all over the city regardless, checking in with team members and building their army. At the law firm he picked up what slack he could as the cases rolled in, the police and Fisk going after so many innocent people these days in the claimed effort to 'keep the streets clean.'

Tonight had been meant as the smallest of breaks. Dinner, sex. Maybe god forbid a nap. Things hadn't yet exploded with Heather since Matt was in the process of moving in, and he hoped that nights like this would slowly build on her trust. They were going to make a lovely dinner together, drink a little too much wine, and head to the bedroom. He'd get some rest before heading back out in a few hours. They'd spent the trip to the market talking about their families and pets Heather had grown up with, about what their graduate degree school experiences had been like, about what books they were currently reading.

A few times Matt had thought to check in on Kate since she'd started arguing with him, to make sure she was all right, but he didn't. He didn't want to fight, and he didn't want to interrupt what should be a relaxing weekend for her. As much as there was an odd twist here and there at the thought of her going out with someone, he truly only wanted the best for her. She was young, she should have a wild and crazy time with her young friends, go on a wacky date that twenty years from now might end up being a story told over a glass of wine and laughing.

He didn't think she'd contact him, either. She had too much pride to message him, especially when she was supposed to be out and about. No, if Kate was messaging him, that meant something was wrong.

His nerves were on fire along with his lungs now. There was a concerned look on his face. A part of him thought it would be prudent to take the call in another room, but he couldn't do that. He had to show Heather that he wasn't lying, that he hadn't been cheating on her. So he didn't leave, he simply answered the phone as he helped Heather unpack their bags.

"Kate? Is everything all right?"

for @flippin_peachy

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"Okay. We are taking it easy and making it to the bed."

Wrapping Alfred's arm around her neck, she risks taking things slow, believing theres more chances she'll upset his stomach again if she forces him to leg it.

They thankfully make it to the bed and she rushes to her kitchen, checking the cupboard where she keeps her cleaning supplies and comes back to place a bucket by the bed.

"Here we go. If you feel like puking again, you can just reach over here."

Moving down to the end of the bed, Kate starts taking his shoes off.

thank you for moving 💕

[flippin_peachy]

Alfred sits down on her bed with a shaky sigh, not laying down just yet out of fear of the room suddenly spinning or seeing something bad again. Instead he concentrates on Kate, watching her take off his shoes.

"You've got a real big heart, you know that?"

for @kingandcastle

[hawk_shot]

Huh?

[She's sweating, having chosen to wear a jacket with a hood to try and hide her face and bruises while she wasout in public. The outfit would have been a choice for a winter mission, but right now? She's drenched in sweat and a little out of breath, almost.

Kate places the bags on the nearest table, bowing down to pet Lucky and almost ignoring Frank as she pulls her jacket off.]

Wow. Hi to you, too. I wasn't expecting such a warm welcome.

[After making it obvious that she's checked out the papers, she focuses back on the bags and going through their contents. It shouldn't be a shocker that Frank's been snooping around.] Mom's ex-boyfriend. Fiancé, actually. Did I ever tell you he once told me he got a book about parenting? Something like 'The Dummies Guide on Being a Step-Father'. It was creepy as hell.

thank you!

[kingandcastle]

Yeah, yeah.

[He pet a goddamn rug while shitfaced on whiskey and pain in front of her, what's she want, a standing ovation that she made it home from the convenience store? Frank looks at the list of off-shore accounts for another moment and then tosses the pages down on the sofa.] Sounds like he was trying, [Frank mutters, but he didn't know the man. He himself didn't always make the right calls. Maybe it's confidence; why the fuck would you think some book was gonna give you the right answers?] Eh, nevermind.

[Frank moves to the table to pick through the contents spread across wood, grabs a Gatorade and cracks the top without asking for permission. He takes a long pull and then with the hand still holding an orange cap pushes the tweezers toward her.] I think there's shrapnel left under the skin.

for @flippin_peachy

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...
of course I don't wanna see the mark.
Because it doesn't exist. You're messing with me now.

thank you for moving :)

[flippin_peachy]

[ooc: also I hope your laptop works better now :) ]

You're the one who messed with me! It looks like a bloody vampire attacked my ear lobe!

for @streetlevel

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Double-checking the address, it had taken Kate a little longer to make it to the building where Matt waited since Kate had taken a detour to avoid a couple of patrols. As the days and nights grew warmenr, people were not wearing scarfs of anything that covered their faces that could be easily be called a 'mask'. And so, Fisk simply declared the people were benefitting from his curfew. The city, according to him, was safer these days.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting to see Gabe in the office," Kate explained what he already knew as she reached the rooftop and found Matt there waiting. "We talked a little, had coffee and --" God, he was drenched in blood. "Matt, are you okay?"

Oh, God, they need Claire!

TY for moving!

[streetlevel]

"I'm fine. Not all the blood is mine." Matt wincingly got to his feet. Moving his hand aside he could feel the dark stain at his side. That one was his, he'll admit that much. "I'll wrap it with my shirt. That'll hold it until I get to the office." He could tell that it wasn't a fatal wound. If he wrapped it tight, it should hold for the time being. The shirt was already a lost cause anyway, so he might as well give it a second life as a bandage. He started to unbutton his shirt, shrugging out of it so that he could wrap it tightly around his torso. His suit jacket was off to the side, rumpled but not in as bad of shape. If he pulled that on over the new shirt, Gabriel likely wouldn't notice if he was still at the office.

"Yeah. I heard Gabriel was there. Go figure Kirsten and I would hire a workaholic." Inconvenient for Matt now that he was staying at his office, but he had to understand the work ethic. "Sorry I put you in that position, though. Did it go okay? Being at the office with him. He didn't ask too many questions, did he?"

for @webbedesign

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I haven't the faintest idea of what you're talking about but I'm gonna say I'm looking forward to it.

It's just a really cool photo with two of my favorite people in the world, of course you were gonna make it to lockscreen! Only Lucky is missing that picture.

Oh, don't sell yourself short, Pete. The internet has written entire sonnets in honor of Spider-Man's buns.
If you showed your guns, you might break it.

Peter, chill.
Peter.
pETE.
Peter, nobody dumped you over a stupid hammock! I'm sure it's fine! You're fine! You're a great guy with a hell of a lot of weight on your shoulders!

TY for moving us!

[webbedesign]

They're the two plays that I know have a heavy scientific element. Though they're also about a lot more than just that, of course. Proof deals with generational trauma and mental health, while Copenhagen focuses on the meeting between Werner Heisenberg and Niels Bohr against the backdrop of World War II.

The photo is definitely missing a furry component.

I have worked hard to remain blissfully unaware of those sonnets. Gotta keep the Spidey image as family friendly as I can.

... sorry. Sorry.

for @webbedesign

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Yeah, I think you have a good point. I know that Matt kinda went off the radar from everyone, even Karen. And she is one of his best friends. Hell, I didn't know they had something until you told me.
But since Fisk came back and we started working together its like Matt and I grew super close. Really rely on each other, you know?

It's good that MJ and you were there for each other. No matter where you are now, you were there when you needed it the most and something awesome came out of it.

Guess the answer is always BOTH then.

If it makes you feel better, I don't have superpowers but I was still a disaster.
Probably am still.

[webbedesign]

I'm glad you and he had that. Relying on one another in a tough time. It's definitely worse when you're going it alone.

I hope she knows that I'll always be there when she really needs it.

Could you choose between the two and not feel guilty over it?

Oh, I know that teenage years are rough for everybody. I'm just saying, the powers probably added a different layer to it.

for @pagekaren

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I know I don't always have the healthiest eating habits. I mean, my coaches? They learned to stop asking.

But that? That's too much even for me.
Also, you think he was aiming to get a Happy Meal because he wanted a particular toy and it wasn't available?
I feel like going out there and raiding every McDolands out there, so that when he wakes up he does it to the entire collection of whatever is going on right now.

thank you!

[pagekaren]

I was going to say, there's no way you could have achieved "cold beans on a knife" terrible.

You know, I can't imagine him sober admitting any interest in a Happy Meal toy, but I could see drunk Frank getting invested.
And I'm about to blow your mind, because you can just buy the toys.

for @flippin_peachy

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Or maybe I just can't see your arm from here.

[Hey, she might not be the most perceptive, but they've been discussing his arm and back, of course she's gonna suspect everything from his collar and down to his toes looks way worse than that handsome face.

Face. That face.]

Oh, I was obviously in the middle of one hot date. You owe me big time now.

💜 thank you for moving

[flippin_peachy]

Guess you need glasses then.

[He teases and then holds up his hands in mock defense.]

Considering how your last date went I don't think I want details.

The teamup we needed

[reportsdaily]

Any comment on Bishop Security's upcoming fundraiser guest list?

Yassss Boss girls slaying and being awesome together while exchanging tips on dating dorks ✨

[hawk_shot]

Are you asking professionaly and this is under record or are you asking for an invite?

for @flippin_peachy

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I have brat tendencies?? Says the guy who pulls on my hair because he likes me.

Done.
You'll be happy to hear my nipples are super hard now. you'll be able to check that through my t-shirt.

Thanks for moving 💜

[flippin_peachy]

I have never pulled on your hair, although maybe I will tonight if you like that.

Is it a white t-shirt?

for @watchthestars

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See? We're totally on the same page! You're such a soulmate vibe, Sam. Fun, always game for anything, giving me drunk poetry in the middle of the night and always being super sweet about my stupidest ideas.

I hate wearing heels, but for you? We are SO doing this!

To celebrate then.
When we work together? No reasons to wanna forget anything. From now on that's a rule, you got it?

[watchthestars]

[ Blowkiss.jpg attached. ]

Alright, no forgets.
Also, business is a little slow these days, you know if you ever need backup on any of your jobs/missions, I'm there.

for @onthestraightandarrow

[hawk_shot]

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Mr Barton, you really think I have to even try?
Its a talent of mine by now.

I could rent that beach house we liked.
You know, for the weekend. To make sure that piece of beach stays private for us.
unless you want a little danger while you use your hands. And those fingers. To put the lotion on every inche of me, obviously.

[onthestraightandarrow]

alright, the mr barton stuff is doing something to me.
maybe i do have a thing for being in charge.

i think you're dangerous enough for me without onlookers.
besides
you can be vocal. and i plan on you being vocal.