‍ ‍ ‍ 𝙼𝙾𝙽-𝙴𝙻, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝐖͟𝐀͟𝐍͟𝐃͟𝐄͟𝐑͟𝐄͟𝐑

steam still rolled out from the bathroom doorway, curling lazily into the cooler air of the apartment. she stepped out barefoot, a towel slung low around her hips and another twisted up in her hair, catching stray droplets as they ran ⠀ +

dust motes drifted through the sunlight slicing in from the broken blinds. mon-el leaned against the window frame, watching the street five floors down. the apartment had no furniture, just the mattress she’d dragged into the corner. she ⠀ +

the scene was already crawling with cops, but mon-el hovered just above the perimeter, landing silently in the alley once the last of the cameras were gone. blood smeared the brick wall in an arc too wide for a knife. the body was ⠀ ˟

the diner smelled like burnt coffee and bacon grease comforting in a way mon-el couldn’t explain. she sat in the corner booth, stirring her coffee just to watch the cream swirl. outside, rain streaked down the windows. the waitress had ⠀ ˟

she stood in the kitchen, if it could be called that, sipping from a chipped mug. the water tasted faintly like metal, but it was warm in her hands. mon-el glanced at the half-broken stove, then at the dead outlet in the wall. ⠀ ⠀ ˟

mon-el’s body shuddered as the last thick spurts spilled down barbara’s throat, her cock still jerking and twitching against her tongue long after she should’ve been spent. she kept barbara’s head pinned tight to her pelvis, refusing to let her pull away, forcing her to swallow +

mon-el sat cross-legged on the floor of her apartment, case files spread out in a chaotic circle around her like clues waiting to be unlocked. the city skyline glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a sharp contrast to the grim ⠀ +

mon-el’s breath came ragged, every muscle in her body pulled taut as barbara’s lips parted wider, heat enveloping her inch by inch. her cock strained harder with each second, twitching helplessly against the slick velvet of barbara’s tongue. “that’s it…” she groaned, voice ˟

mon-el watched barbara's head fall back against the pillow a soft moan of unadulterated pleasure leaving her lips. she felt the trembling of barbara's body a response to the slow rhythm mon-el had set. the deep clench of her walls around ˟

she felt barbara's body press closer the warmth of her skin a perfect complement to the hard length of her own still buried deep inside. the words that barbara murmured were a gentle caress on her heart the loving declarations making a

mon-el met barbara’s gaze, hazel eyes darkening with hunger, pupils dilating as she took a slow step closer. lips curved in a wicked smile, fingers brushing along barbara’s cheek before tangling in her dark hair. a low growl escaped her, deep and reverent. “so eager… so ready ˟

mon-el followed her down with that unshakable quiet, the bag of food finally remembered in her hands. she’d watched barbara work with precision and fire, and now—seeing that satisfied grin, feeling that lingering squeeze on her arm—it made ˟

mon-el’s laugh was low, dark, and husky against barbara’s ear, her breath warm on flushed skin. the sound alone made barbara shiver. “oh, baby…” she purred, fingers brushing dangerously close before pulling away again, “…you’re begging so sweetly. trembling, straining in ˟