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USM #1 doing more fun stuff with the status quo in ONE issue than ASM did in the entire past decade

Hickman's that guy fr fr

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I am Kara Zor-El, daughter of Krypton, soul of Kandor. I Am... Who I Need to Be.

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"Nah, it's yours, you should have the credit behind it, one hundred percent." He reaches for her hand, lifting it delicately, examining the glove back to front. "But if you're ever looking for upgrades, I think you have my number."

"What's it made out of?" He lets go of her hand, only to reach for her abdomen, tugging at the fabric gently without trying to overstep on any boundaries, "Did you have an extra spool of Kryptonian thread laying around somewhere? I'd hate for you to tank an explosion, only to have more than your chest be exposed to the public."

He does his little walk, his little paces, watching her, dissecting the costume. The way he looks at it so scientifically, so professionally-- It does things a little more than the horned up eye did. The way he switched at the drop of a hat....

"I'm not gonna lie, Pete, I thought about consulting you on construction and design." Not just conceptually, as good as he was with art, his prowess with science was even more impressive. Both would have been useful.

"Just preferred to do things solo on this one. Glad it gets the stamp of approval."

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ok idk if this is a headcanon or if it is canon and I just forgot about it but

Peter can draw

He draws and designs his suits and tech and on the rare occasion that he has the time and the world's not ending, he'll be one of those street artists who whips up quick portraits for a quick buck

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"White is a tough color to make a super-suit out of." He speaks, almost absent-mindedly, starting to walk circles around her, taking in every detail. He liked to think of himself as a hobbyist designer sometimes, having to draw and sew (and re-sew, and re-sew...) however many spider costumes over the years giving him a soft-spot on the subject. "Even Moon Knight sometimes adds some black just to break it up. And don't even get me started on trying to keep it clean.."

"But-- It works." He chimes in in agreement, coming to a stop in front of her, eyes aimed downward-- at her gloves. "The blue frames it well, keeps it together. Red and the gold's a nice reminder of your roots, without it being too obvious."

"Yeah, I thought the half cape worked with the gold pauldron-- Helped me stand out a little better." It was just gonna be the white singlet, too, maybe white boots-- Gloves, she even had a name worked out that she'd forgotten by now-- Gal-something. But it just felt too minimalist.

The blue, the white, the red, the gold. It was a little derivative. But she made it hers, in a way that only she could. "No but for real, you think it works?"

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"That's how you'd know he's evil!" A soft laugh leaves him, humming contently into her kiss, eyes fluttering close for a moment as his hands moved to rest on her sides, opening as his head was pushed up. " I know, I know."

He takes a step back, then, to really, properly, actually give her suit a onceover; his gaze switching from being a horn dog to analytical. "I like it." He nods in approval, hands reaching up to brush the imaginary dust off her shoulders. "You don't see a half-cape often, it's original, and makes you look extra heroic."

"Strange to think about an evil duplicate being less of a horn dog." She hums, resting her hands on his shoulders for a moment, kissing his forehead so delicately. Before pushing at the point where she'd just had her lips. To direct his eyes back up--

"Yeah, do me a favor, and don't forget I've got eyes, alright? Or I'll have to change the suit for sure." She was, after all, just trying to have fun with it, not give anyone debilitating heart problems.

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She really had him going for a moment there; complete with a small, understanding, 'oh' as her 'explanation' went on, before he is caught blindsided and very nearly flicked across the room, only managing to stop himself halfway by sticking his feet to the ground.

"Hey--" The inertia still rushes through him, causing him to bend over backwards like he was doing his best Neo impression, before shooting back up like a spring. "Considering the aforementioned 'great looking tits' are directly at my eye-level?" A brow rises, making no efforts to hide his smile, "If I ever say yes, know that I got replaced by an evil duplicate."

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"Why?" She places a hand to her chest, covering that window to her chest for a brief moment. "Because the symbol didn't feel right anymore. Because I feel like I'll be searching forever for some symbol or icon of who I am to fill that hole. But it's so massive of one that it feels like it never can be-- Like I don't belong anywhere." A solemn look overtakes her features, looking down at their feet, before suddenly she's shoving him with one hand. A feather touch for her, but still nearly enough to launch him across the room.

"Because I'm almost physically 30 finally, my tits look great, and I just feel like having a little ventilation. Trying new things. Having more fun with it. You think it's too much?"

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Ultimate Spider-man 2 (2024) variant by Dike Ruan

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mood

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"You've been staring at me for like thirty minutes. Am I supposed to take that as a compliment of the new costume?"

Was he staring? He was staring. Hell, he's pretty sure he did the full 'Jim Carrey in the Mask' routine by having his tongue roll out like the red carpet and jaw hang on the floor. " I- I- I--"

Words, Parker, you're good with those, use 'em.

"Just one-- Uh, question, if you will. Why the uh-- Open-- window. Are you trying to show off your--- pecs?"

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He couldn't really disagree with the points she was making. He had the benefit of being covered head to toe in spandex, his constant 'disappearances' often chalked up to being the world's most notorious flaker. But Kara? Being so visible, she had to get more creative with it.

If only people could be fooled with a pair of glasses and a fake nose...

"Hm?" His eyes narrow, running it through his head again to make sure he had heard it right, brows rising as a smile spread through his features, "--I like it. Do you like it? It's like Supergirl but she, you know, powered up to be someone cooler."

He adjusts his weight, leaning his head against her shoulder, giving a small nod, "Okay." A brainstorming session-- For another time, he figured. A journey self-rediscovery for her to take on.

"I'm just gonna say-- Alliteration is all the rage nowadays." Was he biased on the subject? Perhaps. But who didn't like a good PP?!

"Not the best sort of thing to do when it comes to secret identities. Kara's been my Earth name too long-- People have seen me around my cousin, heard that name." But it wasn't the worst possible choice, to be fair. She could think of at least a dozen or so worse names to use.

"Power--" That piqued her interest a bit, she looks at him with a faint little snicker. "Power Girl?" Something whispered under her breath, almost unheard as she settles back in against him.

"Kara Kent exists because I wanted to be like my cousin. I don't--" Being a Kent was nice, it felt like being part of a family again. Though the kindness of the elderly couple who cared for her cousin really only served to remind her of the lost time-- Her failure to protect him herself.

"Yeah. Both names."

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based

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Okay, this looked bad. Really bad. Like 'just got caught murdering Colonel Mustard in the dining hall with the candlestick red-handed' bad.

He puts the cheese back in its resting place, movements extremely slow and calculated, as if any sudden movement would suddenly make her angrier.

"--Would you be persuaded to think of it as-- OUR cheese?"

He had a feeling that just made things worse.

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+ He had eaten the CHEESE . The emergency cheese. HER cheese . Pregnancy craving CHEESE . Looking at him , her opposite hand resting on the noticeable baby bump through her ROBE , she arched her brows at him a bit more . Even as ANNOYED as she was at present , there was something so CUTE about him ....

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He was already forgiven , but the actress in her wasn't going to let that information slip just yet .

" You're eating my CHEESE ? "

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"Whaaat, you're not a meathead?" If he had a glass of water to do a spit-take with, he would have, "Next you'll tell me you're actually very academically gifted and could be considered a genius in Earth-terms."

"Yeah, believe it or not I'm not entirely thoughtless and ignorant."

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It was agony of the sweetest kind. Waves of pleasure, washing over him, again and again. The moment he thought he'd seen all she could do, down she went surprising him once more.

They really should do this again, he can't help but think, (in those split-second moments he could when he wasn't busy being utterly lost in pleasure) but with him in the 'helpless hero' role. Just think of all the things he could do on his knees...

"Im--Impossible!" He shudders, gripping and pulling at her hair with all his (at the moment, very meager) might. Mostly to steady himself than anything else. No, he wanted to last longer, partly to make the most of the situation, but partly to keep his stubborn streak alive.

"Y-you forget, hero." His hands place themselves on either sides of her head, an open-mouthed, downright primal, smile on his face. "I may be-- at your mercy--But your throat is still mine." Then, just as she swallows him to the hilt, he rocks his hip forward in a jerk, just once, to see how she would react.

He was unsure if he was sticking to the script still or going off it, he hoped that he was, but either way-- If he was to lose, both as the Villain and himself altogether, then he might as well lose in the most spectacular fashion.

It was cute how hard he was trying to commit to the bit for her. How in spite of the mountains of pleasure she was causing him, he still managed to pull back from the mind numbing nature of it to spew whatever stupid lines he could pull out of his hat that. A proper villain. The way Kara could hear his heart pounding, she decides to play merciful.

Pulling back off of him with a satisfying little pop from her lips, she lowers her head again. To press her face to the underside, to tease it with the broad of her tongue and rub it so tenderly against her lips. A small breath of a laugh leaves her when she looks up at him.

"Defeated?" She's trying her best to keep to her own character, but to be honest, his committal to 70s exploitation over true evil is appreciated, but a little more humorous than she'd anticipated. "I think you fail to see, villain. That you're at my mercy now." Not that she was taking control back, but it was beyond clear that his pleasure was entirely in her hands.

"You have won this time, but we'll see how long your massive cock can handle me."

The full flat of her tongue glides along the vein at the bottom, meeting with the engorged head and taking, for a moment, a brief pause. To swirl her tongue around it lovingly, press against it such tender kisses-- And then without warning swallow it whole once again. Pressing her lips down deep to his hips-- Eyes still trained on his reactions--

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"I-- Hm." Brows furrow, giving his chin a scratch as he tried to come up with a good retort-- And failed spectacularly. "--Okay, you got me there, that would be pretty smart."

"I... Like Karen. It feels so much more personal-- Why would a superhero be named Karen."

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Don't mind if I do then