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Nessian where cassian is rough and fucks her tits and maybe comes on her

Author’s Note: I decided to do something for Smuttober with this prompt. Involving Nesta, Cassian, and a Halloween Party I hope everyone enjoys it.

“Come on, Nesta! The last thing I want to be is late to my own girlfriend’s Halloween party!” Emerie shouted, taping her foot in impatience as she turned to Gwyn who only shrugged,

“You know Nesta, she isn’t leaving that bathroom until she looks like the epitome of perfection.” Gwyn reminded her making Emerie roll her eyes slightly.

Deep down she knew the real reason why Nesta was taking her time was because her ex, and Mor’s best friend, Cassian was going to be attending this party too.

It had been a messy breakup between the two, Cassian claiming that Nesta cared too little while Nesta spat that Cassian cared too much.

To Emerie both had been in the wrong, but ultimately it was Nesta who had called things off and then had went on a string of bad dates afterwards. Her latest conquest being Eris Vanserra of all people, a man that her girlfriend hated as much as she could possibly hate anyone, though she had told Nesta it would be alright to bring him tonight. Possibly to help her friend move on once and for all.

Emerie had no idea whether or not Cassian would be bringing a date, nor did she want to find out Nesta’s reaction if he did. Sighing, Emerie turned back to Gwyn, voice low so Nesta wouldn’t overhear them,

“Do you think Cassian is bringing someone?”

“If he is, he’ll be hard pressed to find someone who actually makes me jealous.” A voice said from up the stairs as Emerie’s gaze flickered up to Nesta her jaw nearly dropping at the sight of her friend.

Nesta stood at the foot of the stairs, her hair swept up into its signature braid as horns stuck out of her hair to complete her costume that showed every bit of Nesta’s skin that it could,

The devil costume Nesta had chosen was a bodysuit that exposed Nesta’s cleavage with black fishnet stockings and red high heeled boots that completed her look, a pitchfork in her hand to compete her look.

“Did you at least add the tail?” Gwyn asked her, breaking the silence.

A mischievous smile crossed over Nesta’s face as she pulled the makeshift tail from behind her.

“You know what they say, the devil is in the details.” Nesta smirked.

“Is this all for Eris?” Emerie asked as Nesta shrugged one shoulder.

“Maybe? Maybe not. Things between us have turned rather icy lately, I’m hoping to heat things up tonight, with or without him.” Nesta commented as Gwyn’s eyes caught Emerie’s before she turned back to Nesta.

“Are you sure it’s Eris you’re trying to hook up with?” She asked as Nesta looked at her in confusion.

“What do you mean by that?”

“She means that we know Cassian is going to be there and well-”

“Well what?”

“We know red is Cassian’s favorite color.” Emerie finished.

“So? It’s also Mor’s favorite color. Red is a lot of people’s favorite color. It doesn’t mean that I’m looking to get fucked by my ex boyfriend.”

“Just be careful, okay. Gwyn and I don’t want you to get hurt by him again. Same with Eris. We can already tell you’re not really interested in him.”

Nesta softened at their concern, but stayed firm,

“I’m just having fun with him. There’s nothing wrong with that. Besides it’s Halloween night, we should be having fun, causing a little mischief. It’s been a while since I've just let loose and I think more than anything I just need that tonight.”

Emerie stepped closer to Nesta, her smile assuring as she looped her arm through Nesta’s, Gwyn taking her other one as she answered,

“Then let’s go have the night of our fucking lives.”

The party was in full swing when Nesta, Gwyn, Emerie, and Eris stepped through the door, Eris’s hand on her lower back as they moved forward, Emerie’s face growing alight when her eyes landed on her girlfriend, Mor.

Mor’s smile turned up, looking as bright as a star as Emerie made her way to her, kissing and embracing her girlfriend, who stood by Azriel His eyes flickering towards her side at Gwyn.

“You should go talk to him.” Nesta suggested after she noticed a blush grazing Gwyn’s freckled face.

“What would I even say?” Gwyn whispered fiercely as Nesta’s eyes flickered towards the kitchen, her smile curving as an idea formed in her mind.

“Invite him to play beer pong, God only knows how competitive you both are.” Nesta answered,

“Who would even play with us?” Gwyn asked.

“Emerie and Mor are always down for a game of beer pong, now go on, enough excuses, tonight is the night you finally get exactly what you want. A night that all of us are going to remember.”

“What will you do?” Gwyn asked her, her gaze flickering to Eris who sighed.

“I’ll make sure she’s entertained while you’re gone, Gwyn, there’s no need to worry.”

“Only if you’re sure.” Gwyn drawled out as Nesta gave her a nod of encouragement,

“No more stalling, go over there and go get your man.” Nesta encouraged as Gwyn gave her one more nervous smile before heading over to where Mor, Emerie, and Azriel as Nesta turned back to Eris with a smile.

“Should I start referring to you as Nesta Archeron match maker?” Eris teased as Nesta threw a grin back at him.

“I wouldn’t call myself a match maker, that’s more Feyre’s job.” She reminded him wondering if her sisters were here tonight.

Something akin to frustration alite Eris’s face as his eyes flickered beyond to the dance floor,

“I wouldn’t say your sister is that great of a matchmaker, after all she did set you and that ex of yours up and look how that turned out.”

Nesta flinched slightly at the harshness of his words, no matter how true they were, she hated when Eris brought up Cassian. Hated that Cassian couldn’t be more then a mere thought in her memory.

“I don’t want to talk about Cassian tonight.” Nesta snapped, warning in her tone as Eris’s face remained stoic.

“Then what do you suggest we do instead?”

Nesta smiled, cocking her head to the dance floor,

“In the mood for a dance?” She asked.

He grasped her hand, pulling her to him with a smirk as he answered,

“Of course.”

His lips found hers as they tumbled on a couch beside them, Nesta letting out a laugh as Eris hooked her legs around his waist, pulling her closer to him as Nesta molded her body to his.

His hands intertwined in her hair, his nails digging into her ass as she deepened their kiss wanting to feel something, anything. Wanting nothing more than to let loose and have fun. Damning all the damn consequences to hell.

“Nesta, is that you?” A familiar voice asked, shocking Nesta so much that she jerked back from Eris, her gaze shifting to the couch beside her where her younger sister, Feyre sat in her boyfriend Rhysand’s lap, Rhysand gazing at her and Eris in disapproval. Of course he would. He was Cassian’s best friend after all.

Nesta shifted off of Eris’s lap, much to his disapproval as she straightened, fixing her costume before her gaze flickered back to Feyre trying to hide her embarrassment.

“What are you two up to?” Nesta asked, trying to make small talk even though both their moods had now dispersed.

“I was about to get a drink if you wanted to join me.” Feyre offered as Nesta forced a smile on her face, truthfully she would do anything to get away from Eris and Rhys, even if it meant grabbing a drink she didn’t necessarily want at the moment.

“I would love to.” Nesta answered giving Eris a kiss on the cheek, “I’ll be back.”

“Don’t be gone for too long.” He told her.

“No promises.” She smiled at him, heading towards the kitchen with Feyre.

When they were out of earshot from Eris and Rhys, Feyre leaned in closer to Nesta so they wouldn’t be overheard,

“I thought you were dropping Eris.”

Nesta shrugged, “What can I say? The dick is good and I’m not getting it from anywhere else so.”

“Nesta-” Feyre groaned,

“What? You asked, besides I could do worse than Eris Vanserra.”

Feyre looked like she was about to argue when Nesta bumped into a chest, hard, familiar almost as Nesta prayed that she wasn’t right about whose chest she had just bumped into.

Her blue-gray eyes flickered upwards, meeting his hazel brown ones, the eyes that were so familiar to her, yet so distant.

“Hello, Nes.” He greeted her, those powerful hands of his careful not to graze her lower back.

“Hello Cassian.” she whispered, not sure where her voice went, but knowing that she should pull away from him soon before Eris saw them together.

She took a step back from Cassian, turning back to Feyre as something flickered in his gaze, running a hand over his long hair before pulling back.

“Were you two heading in the kitchen for a drink? We were all about to play a new drinking game Mor came up with.” Cassian told them, his gaze never leaving Nesta’s as it traveled downward, taking in the outfit she knew would be downright sinfu, Feyre glancing back towards the couches.

“What do you think Nesta? Should we get the boys and play?”

Nesta knew she should have said no, knew it was a bad idea all around, but instead she felt herself saying,

“I’m in if you are.”

Nesta glanced around the circle of people, her legs tucked underneath her as Eris and Feyre sat beside her, Emerie and Gwyn sending smiles over to her with a nod of acknowledgement. Emerie sitting beside Mor as Gwyn took a spot beside Azriel and Elain, her other sister’s hand tucked in Lucien’s, who glanced at his brother, Eris with a small smile.

Eris turned away slightly, avoiding his brother’s gaze as Nesta’s glance met Cassian’s who was on Mor’s other side. Mor engaging him in conversation, but his eyes still never leaving hers. What was he trying to do?

As if he felt Cassian’s gaze on her, Eris tucked her closer, a smirk crossing over Cassian’s lips at the gesture, Nesta took this time to take in his costume, really take it in as her jaw clenched. A fallen angel, Cassian had chosen to come to this costume party as a fallen angel of all things, even the wings were included.

She wondered how he had fashioned them to mold his body perfectly, when Mor cleared her throat, trying to catch everyone’s attention so they could commence the game.

“Alright everyone, here’s the rules of the game, whoever the bottle lands on is the person who is going to have the shots served off the body, I’ll go first and then we’ll go around in a circle until we come back to me,. Is that alright with everyone? If not it’s totally alright if you want to get out of the circle.”

No one moved, all nodding their heads in acknowledgement as Eris whispered in her ear,

“This could get very messy.”

“That’s half the fun of it.” Nesta smiled as Mor took the first turn, her bottle landing on Feyre, who shrugged getting in the center of the circle as Mor placed five shots in succession. Feyre telling Mor it was alright to place a shot in-between her breast.

Nesta watched as Mor tried to get all the shots, Feyre laughing slightly as Mor knocked about three of the five off her body only succeeding with the one ion her navel and on her stomach.

Mor got back in the circle beside Cassian whose turn was next as Feyre sat back beside Rhys, Cassian’s hand went to the bottle, Nesta telling herself to prepare for whoever Cassian had to take body shots off of as the bottle stopped, and she blanched when it landed on her.

A couple of ooh’s went up in the air as Nesta fought the urge to glare at them, her eyes locking with Cassian’s as she heard him say,

“I can spin again if you want me to.” He said to her, giving her a choice on how she wanted to proceed.

She wanted to show him that he didn’t bother her anymore, that she was over this thing between them, even if it wasn’t completely the truth. A small smile curled on her face as she stood up,

“No, I’m alright, Besides, I want to see how you’re going to do this with those massive wings of yours.”

A smirk of challenge crossed Cassian’s face as Nesta laid in the circle, Cassian positioning the body shots on her, stopping at the one that Mor had originally placed in between Feyre’s breast as Nesta sighed,

“Go ahead, Cassian. It’s just a harmless shot.”

Cassian nodded, tucking it between Nesta’s enormous breast, the shot settling perfectly between them as Nesta tried to lay perfectly still, ready for the game to begin.

Cassian’s breath brushed over her skin, his long hair brushing her stomach as he took the first shot from her stomach, careful not to spill the others. He succeded on the first shot, making Nesta take a deep breath. Only four more to go.

She felt the second shot slosh on her skin, Cassian accidently tilting the glass over on her stomach as he gave her an apologetic stare, downing the other one with no issue.

Nesta’s breath caught as Cassian continued up her body, her heart beating wildly as he stopped by the one between her breast. Her thoughts flickered to the times he used to bury himself between them, so obsessed with them that most of the time when he didn’t come inside of her, he was coming in between them.

Something wet sloshed on her breast, the liquor from the shot falling on her breast as Cassian tried but failed to get the last shot, she breathed out at the brief feeling of his hair brushing her breast, the thought of him making them pebble in response as Cassian’s eyes flickered to the stain he had made on her top.

“Well, i guess this isn’t the first time I made you wet.” He murmured in a form of apology as she laughed slightly, allowing him to let her up from the ground, Eris’s eyes blazing with a form of jealously that Nesta was used to. Great. Just what she needed.

Cassian squeezed her shoulder in reassurance as he went to go sit back beside Mor as the brief contact spent sparks shooting up her body.

She took a deep breath, crossing back over to Eris, who distanced himself from Nesta slightly, Feyre narrowing her eyes slightly at that gesture before she turned her attention back to the game.

Nesta gritted her teeth slightly as she watched others have their turn. When it was Nesta’s turn she landed on Emerie who smiled at her, they laughed when Nesta knocked over nearly all the shots, Emerie letting out a snort and clamping her hand over her mouth to keep the giggles in.

Nesta glanced at Eris wondering if his foul mood had surpassed, his face was still contorted in jealousy, whether or not it was from Cassian or Emeire Nesta wasn’t sure, but either way she didn’t appreciate his foul mood.

When Emerie and her were finished, Eris spun the bottle, the bottle landing on a girl whose name escaped Nesta. She gave him a small smile as Nesta watched Eris take body shots off the woman like it was second nature to him.

Cassian’s eyes flickered to her, probably trying to gage her reaction to Eris doing body shots off another woman, but there wasn’t one. Nesta just stood back and watched as Eris finished the part of the game, the girl giving him a small smile as she made her way back to her position, Eris going back to Nesta where he still kept his distance as they waited for the game to be over.

When they all dispersed, Eris was the first to leave the circle, stalking towards where the other drinks were located as Nesta watched him go. Before Cassian could even think about going over towards her, Emerie and Gwyn beat him to it, helping Nesta up as Emerie said,

“Let’s hit the dance floor, Eris can catch up with us later.”

Nesta nodded, grasping onto Gwyn’s hand as they made their way to the dance floor, Nesta letting herself lose to the rhythm of the music, not caring about boys or exes or anything in between as she moved to it, Gwyn and Emerie beside her.

She wasn’t sure how many songs had passed before a warm hand brushed against her shoulder, she had expected Eris as she turned around to see Cassian standing beside her.

Emerie glanced towards Gwyn as Gwyn said,

“We're going to get a drink, we’ll catch up with you in a minute.”

Once they were gone, Cassian’s eyes turned to her, an intensity that wasn’t there earlier now there as his eyes roamed her body once more.

“I didn’t get a chance to tell you earlier, but you look downright sinful in your costume tonight.” He stated as Nesta glanced down to it with a smirk.

“I figured I’d make a statement tonight, it is Halloween after all.”

Cassian chuckled, running a hand over his hair as he glanced around the dance floor.

“Where’s that boyfriend of yours?”

“Eris isn’t my boyfriend, at least not in the way that you think, we’re non exclusive. All this is is a little fun.”

“It didn’t seem like fun to me. Especially not in the kitchen.”

Nesta felt her anger ignite at his words.

“What’s between us is none of your business. It’s not like you actually care about my happiness anyway.”

Shock radiated off Cassian’s features as if she had slapped him,

“We may have broken up, Nesta, but that doesn’t ,mean I don’t give a shit about you. Hell, I’d even wage that I give more of a shit about you then that little boy toy of yours.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Because he’s not here with you and I am.” Cassian replied, a smirk on his lips.

“Is that supposed to impress me?” Nesta shot back as Cassian shifted closer, careful not to brush against her, even though the thought of those strong hands back on her waist turned her knees week.

“I didn’t come here to fight, Nes.”

“Then what did you come here for?”

“To see if you wanted to dance.” Cassian told her, holding out his hand for her.

She glanced around, not seeing anyone as she sighed, grasping Cassian’s hand in hers.

“I guess one dance wouldn’t hurt.” Nesta stated as Cassian pulled her closer. Careful not to put his hands too low on her hips even if Nesta’s body begged him to do so.

He kept his eyes on her as Nesta lost herself in the music, somewhere in the song, she felt herself not care about her reckless abandon as Cassian’s hands traveled lower, stopping at the place where she had wanted them in the first place.

She fought back the moan that almost escaped her lips, fighting the urge to rub her ass against the erection that she had no doubt was there. He crossed his arms over her chest as she pressed herself closer to him feeling where he wanted her the most.

A sly smile crossed her face as he murmured,

“Nesta.”

She exhaled turning towards him, her lips mere inches from his own as her phone buzzed in her pocket.

She glanced down, momentarily distracted as Eris’s name flashed over the screen. the words,

‘I’m done. I can’t keep pretending that we’re something that we’re not.”’

She loosened a breath, expecting to feel sorrow or rage at Eris breaking things off over a text, but all she felt was, relief.

She glanced up at Cassian, his face turning in concern as he asked her,

“Is everything alright?”

She glanced up at him, glancing at his face with a smile,

“Everything is perfect.” She assured him as she glanced around the now too public dance floor, her heart thudding in time with the closeness of his proximity.

Fuck it She thought as she ran a hand up Cassian’s chest, stepping closer to him.

“Do you want to go somewhere private?” She asked him, his eyes smoldering with heat.

“You read my mind, Archeron.”

Cassian swept bottles off the kitchen counter, Nesta’s legs wrapping around his waist as their lips collided with each other battling for dominance as Cassian ripped his lips from hers, trailing kisses down her throat.

When she had mentioned a private place, Nesta didn’t think Cassian would take her to the kitchen, until she realized that they were at a party and no place was truly private here.

Her nails dug into the tender flesh of his arms as he scooted her closer to him in an attempt to get as close to her as possible. His hands trailed, cupping her as she let out a moan of pleasure, his wicked hands rubbing her through her bodysuit.

“Cassian.” She moaned,

“We should have found a more private place.” He growled out, biting her lower lip. “Because the things I want to do to you aren’t party friendly.”

“Does Mor not have any open bedrooms?”

“I saw her and Emerie go up their a while ago, her and Mor may be occupying another one.”

“Then we’ll find some dark corner somewhere.” Nesta purred, nipping at his ear, making him growl slightly.

“Keep doing that and I won’t be able to wait to get inside of you.” He rasped out, his words sounding like a promise.

“Then let’s get over there as fast as we can.” She interjected, hoping off the counter as Cassian assisted her, helping her weave through the crowd as Cassian found that dark corner where no one would pay attention to them and pressed Nesta into it.

She gasped as she collided with the wall, Cassian’s hands going roughly to her hair as Nesta leaned into his hungry kisses, bracing herself against the wall as Cassian wrapped her legs around his waist.

She exhaled into his mouth as he pressed open mouthed kisses to her throat, his teeth sinking into her skin, making her aware of the fact that she would have marks for him tomorrow morning and she was shocked to realize that she didn’t mind. She wanted everyone to know that he fucked her.

Nesta felt his hands slide down her legs towards her stockings as she felt him rip them slightly He would have to buy her new ones as a breathy laugh escaped from his lips as he pressed her to the wall, her tits grazing it, pebbling underneath the fabric of her costume as she heard the fabric of her backside tear further.

“Hands on the wall.” He instructed as she did what she was told, bending slightly as she heard him undo his zipper, shoving the thong she had worn underneath to the side, exposing her backside to him as she felt the cold breeze on her cunt.

He pressed her closer to him, his lips pressed firmly to her ear as he asked,

“Do you still fuck raw?”

She couldn’t catch her breath as he asked her the question before she nodded, swearing that she could feel his smile growing behind her ear, as he bent her forward, angling her body to where he was positioned at her entrance as he slammed his cock into her, making her cry out in pleasure.

He lifted her leg so he could penetrate her from a deeper angle, His hands pulling at the fabric of her outfit, making her boobs spill from her halter top, the force of his thrust making them jiggle in time with them.

Nesta cried out as one of Cassian’s hands cupped her breast. his thumb circling her nipple, making them pebble underneath his touch.

“Fuck.” Her growled out, thrusting harder into her as she nearly came apart at the force of his thrust. “Your pussy is downright sinful Nes, but I think I need a reminder at how devilish that mouth of yours is.

He pulled out from her so quick Nesta gasped in surprise as he turned her around pressing her down to the ground. His erection on full display in front of her, his cock glistening from the time he was inside of her.

She opened her mouth for him as he took a handful of her hair, guiding her mouth to his enormous cock, making her taste herself, making her taste the pleasure that he had provided for her as he guided his cock in further.

One of her hands pumped the length of his cock that she couldn’t take in her mouth. Her other hand going to her breast, wanting nothing more then to feel his hands on them

Nesta kept up with his pace, Cassian fucking her mouth as hard as he wished, her saliva coating his cock until he pulled her up by her hair, careful not to hurt her in a way she would find unpleasant as his hand gently snaked around her throat,

He firmly pressed her to the wall, grasping her backside with his free arms as he guided her back on his waiting cock. She moaned out in ecstasy, hooking her legs around his waist once more as his other hand never left her throat.

“Fuck, I've missed you.” Cassian growled out, thrusting up into her to his hilt, quickening his pace as he stretched her out for him.

“I’ve missed you too.” She breathed out, his mouth escaping from her throat as he prompted her up further so he could get deeper inside of her. Nesta tilted her head back to the wall, feeling the roughness of his thrust. Knowing that she would walk out of this party thoroughly fucked just as she desired. Not an inch of her wouldn’t be feeling Cassian tomorrow and she loved it.

“Fuck, your tits are perfect.” Cassian groaned out, his mouth finding her sensitive nipple and sucking hard, causing her to cry out as he thrusted up into her once more, quickening his pace, which she hadn’t considered to be possible.

His mouth switched to her other side, making her nipples hard and erect for him,

“Fuck, I need more of them.” Cassian claimed, kneeling her down to where her breast aligned with his hardened cock, his hands pressing them together, squeezing his cock in between them as he fucked her breast with great vigor.

Nesta pressed firmly on his cock between her breast, causing more friction between them as he fucked her breast, one of Nesta’s thumbs stroking her sensitive nipples as Nesta spat on his cock, lubricating him further.

“Fuck.” Cassian growled out, “You really are my perfect little devil.”

Nesta glanced up at him with a wicked smile, as he went to the floor with her, scooping her up into his arms as he positioned her on his cock, thrusting up into her as she slammed back down on him, both of them moaning in unison as they matched each other’s thrust, Nesta hooking her arms around him as she came undone around his glorious cock making him curse at the sensation.

When she had come down from her ecstasy, Cassian laid her down, pumping his cock as she felt the warm liquid of his release splash on her breast, coating them as Cassian panted hard, glancing down at her cum covered chest as they both exhaled in unison, panting hard from what they both had done.

He glanced down at her, appearing as if he wouldn’t mind a round two of fucking her against this floor, but instead, her zipped himself back into his trousers, grabbing a stack of napkins on the table in front of them as he helped Nesta clean up the mess.

Nesta placing her breast back in her halter top when they both were finished. Noting that not much could have been done with her stockings or her back side that Cassian had ripped apart in the need to get to her cunt, the one he had always loved to fuck until Nesta was rendered senseless.

Cassian shrugged off his coat, wrapping it around Nesta to hide her backside as he helped her up. Her legs still slightly wobbly from the thoroughness of his fucking.

“Let me take you home.” Cassian offered as Nesta couldn’t find the words, nodding as she pressed his coat closer to herself, reveling in the warmth of it, at the smell of him. “We can talk on the way over. About us.”

Hope lit Nesta’s chest as Cassian pressed her closer as she sent a quick text to Emerie and Gwyn as she left the party with Cassian wondering if things were only looking up from here.

#nesta archeron #cassian #nessian #nessian smut #smutober #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #anon ask

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popatochisssp · 1 year

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Aesthetics Ref - T Bros

Nickname: Spectr (T!Sans)

Height: 4” taller than you (OR 5’3”)

Eye-lights: Ghost white (#F8F8FF), magic otherwise manifest as white with rainbow flecks

Magic Specialty: All

Scars/distinguishing marks: Opalescent white plating over a chrome endoskeleton

Preferred Style: Cyberpunk, the more covered up the better. Prefers to be as shrouded and hidden as possible, with comfort and utility as high priorities but not opposed to a bit of flair as long as its subtle. Reflective strips and light-up accessories help camouflage him in plain sight and make it less likely people will ask about glowing eyes or glints of metal if they think he’s a cosplayer or just really into the aesthetic. …which he kind of is, but that’s beside the point. Favors black and dark grays and blues, with silver and gunmetal accents when possible.

Outerwear: Hooded jackets or hoodies with cowls and high collars that come up to obscure some of the face. He wants to strike the best balance possible between shrouding him completely and not flaring or hanging too far from his body, to be obscured but not draw attention to himself, whether by catching on something or swishing too dramatically, so quiet and hardy materials are also preferred.

Top: Long-sleeved shirts, cotton and waffle fabric, goes for light and loose and breathable. Little to no design or prints among his shirts except for a rare company logo, or a really cool cyberpunk design that he just couldn’t pass up. Favors crew, cowl, or turtlenecks to v or square necks.

Bottom: Favoring utility, tactical cargo pants and joggers, comfortable and easy to move in with lots of storage space. Preferred fit is baggy down to the knee and more narrow around the shin and ankle, to be fit into boots.

Footwear: Chunky combat boots, durability over style and ankle height or just slightly higher. Laces tend to get loose but never fully untied

Trademark accessory/accessories: Toss up between his soft, sleek wool gloves and the dark face mask he wears over his mouth and nasal ridge. Either rarely comes off.

Nickname: PapAIrus (T!Papyrus)

Height: 1’4” taller than you (OR 6’3”), but variable if not fully manifested

Eye-lights: None but overall appearance when manifesting as hard-light is Alice blue (#F0F8FF)

Magic Specialty: None

Scars/distinguishing marks: Usually manifests only as skull and hands, capable of filling in the blanks with limbs and torso but tends not to

Preferred Style: Cyber dystopian, like a digital High Elf living in a desert oasis after an apocalypse destroyed the rest of the world. He loves things swishy and long and impractical, and especially delights in making coattails and sleeves and scarves defy gravity and act independently, simply for the fact that he can. Prefers stark, impossibly pristine white and silver/chrome, but can change his hues on a dime to suit an occasion or a mood.

Outerwear: Long coats, for maximum sweep and flair, sleeveless mostly because it’s less to materialize and dematerialize if he decides not to have arms. Occasionally hooded (if he feels like teasing his brother) but more often with high collars or no collar at all

Top: Crop-tops and halter tops, also almost exclusively sleeveless but sometimes long-sleeved with cut-out shoulders or separated sleeves if he feels like having humeri and forearms to show off and showcase. Also enjoys the occasional bodysuit a la Cortana or other similar futuristic characters of her ilk, to tongue-in-cheek play up to the legacy

Bottom: Bodysuits fill in most of this niche, but otherwise he mostly materializes simple, sleek and cleanly fitting pants because he doesn’t think about it much. Who needs legs when you have a handsome skull and big dexterous hands like his?

Footwear: Boots, generally heeled, favors a bit of a go-go style but certainly not shy of going knee-high, with an impractical amount of buckles, combat style, or even just a simple fancy dress shoe.

Trademark accessory/accessories: A digital approximation of his favorite scarf and gloves from when he was alive but a silvery blue instead of scarlet red—an trade-off, but in the grand scheme of things, this scarf blows majestically whenever he wants it to, wind or no, and these gloves fit his fingers like…well. Does he even have to say it?

#undertale #for reference #sans #papyrus #transcendtale #t!sans #t!papyrus #headcanons

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latexclothesprincess · 5 months

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Latex Outfits for Every Occasion That Aren't Too Much of Anything

Combining streetwear with fashionable trends. Latex clothing has come a long way from fetish wear to a fashionable outfit that every modern woman can wear with confidence. You can wear it for a glamorous evening out or even head to the office in it, and with the right accessories, you can look just as serious as you need. But what are the best latex outfits for every occasion? Want to make sure everyone remembers you but you're not entirely sure how to pair it with the venue? Fear not, let's shed some light on the subject. You're welcome.

Casual Events

Casual may be the easiest look to master with a latex piece. Pulling off a look that's casual yet stylish without appearing overdressed or out of place is easy. Grab yourself a latex top and a pair of jeans or a denim skirt and you're good to go. Latex t-shirts or tank tops in a vivid color will always refresh your everyday look. Team with sneakers or no-nonsense boots and you're prepared for anything.

Night Out

Some thrive in dimly lit nightclubs where you can see nothing but sequins and club lights all around. For them, the perfect outfit might be a latex minidress or a sophisticated bodysuit that will make people stand up and notice you. Black latex is classic, but it's equally good with red or purple tones or metallic accents. Don't forget a pair of high heels and some statement jewelry to top it off. And for the love of God, don't lose your hotel room key this time, okay?

Formal Business

Even latex has a place in the business world, albeit a miniscule one for now. We all like to stand apart from the herd, and nothing quite does that like a tailored latex pencil skirt and a gorgeous silk blouse. And hey, if you're not feeling it, a rubber blazer over a solid cocktail dress also adds that extra bit of you without letting the other side know about it.

Festivals, Fairs, and Nerd-O-Rama's

If you're the type of girl who frequents Renaissance fairs, cosplay, or steampunk events, I probably won't have to twist your arm about this, but for the rest, these are perfect occasions to break out the latex fashion apparel. Full body outfits, bright leggings, intricate dresses -- these are just a few examples of how you can dress up in a way that expresses your creativity at an event. You can easily experiment with various fabrics and layers to create combinations that work perfectly for your body shape, such as adding a pair of sheer latex trousers to a latex bikini top or pairing up your outfit with a floor-length cape.

In Professional Settings

The word "latex" might feel intimidating or even inappropriate when it comes to a professional setting, but here's a perfect way to add a little something extra to your wardrobe. Small latex accessories such as a belt, a pair of cuffs, or even a latex tie will keep you feeling (and looking) like a quintessential style icon. Think about your workplace for a second -- do you know who stands out because they wear a specific accessory? Because we bet they do. Small and bold, these accessories add polish to your existing wardrobe while allowing you to turn heads for all the right reasons.

Conclusion

Latex clothes are versatile, stylish, and unique pieces that can be worn for just about anything. By selecting your pieces wisely and pairing them with other items in your wardrobe, you'll be able to wear your shiny favorites in any environment. Always remember the most important rule of fashion -- the key to looking good is feeling good.

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dragoncityinteriordesign · 2 years

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The question you never knew you wanted to ask was, “If a bird was also a human, would she dress normal?” Lucky for you, Ya Qing is here with the answer: oh good heavens no.

Ya Qing dresses like a Drag Race contestant got the challenge prompt “Edgar Allen Poe” and had only ever read one thing by Edgar Allen Poe. Her outfit is a combination of thrift-store finds and things you could not find at a thrift store because no one ever wore them in the first place. She looks like a Victorian widow and somebody’s “fallen angel” OC had a transporter accident. I love this for her.

Let’s do this top-down:

Her fascinator is doing amazing triple duty with its poof of feathers, the sparkly beading in the center, and the lightweight mourning veil that hovers menacingly over her forehead. Her hair is pulled back in two braids on either side, each of which gets run through two silver beads; the rest of it gets knotted into a high ponytail that kind of gets lost underneath all the feathers. Whatever burgundy she’s chosen for the highlights, it’s really working for her.

She’s got a single earring on her left ear, one that connects with a chain up to an ear cuff like she’s Bajoran, and the ear cuff has extra wind-chime-like danglies on it. Based on this and the single earring Da Qing wears, I thought briefly they might be going with a thing where all the yashou have single earrings, which would have been a great costuming choice. But alas, no. (For all Zhu Hong loves her necklaces, she doesn’t wear earrings at all.)

Strange as it seems based on the overall effect, I don’t think she’s wearing a dress per se. It looks to me like her outfit is three parts: a feathered cape, a lacy high-cut bodysuit, and a long skirt. In one of the shots up there, you can see both her shoulder and part of her side, which makes it look like what’s covering her torso is disconnected from the other pieces. The bodysuit has a thick, stiff collar, which suits her pretty long neck.

The feathered cape is ... well, it’s a lot. Obviously most of it’s happening around her shoulders, where there’s big sprays of flight feathers just behind her neck and down around her shoulders, with a downy layer between them. It has sleeves too, but those sleeves are like Nightmare Boy’s, in that they’re slit up the side and therefore mostly just suggestions of sleeves. It also has a long cape down the back, almost as long as her skirt is and of the same material, which sometimes makes it hard to tell where one stops and the other starts.

Her gloves are everything. They’re so weird. On the tops of her fingers and the backs of her forearms, they’re a completely different lace pattern from her bodice; underneath, they’re solid leather. They go up just below her elbows, where they stop with a curtain of thin loose silver chains. I cannot tell if the chains are attached to the gloves, or if they’re just an extra layer she’s strapped on. When she has her arms by her sides, her almost-sleeves mostly hide them; this is good, because they have the amazing effect of looking great in motion and kinda doofy when they’re just dangling there.

That asymmetrical pleather belt is every belt my mother owned in 1987.

I love her skirt, which has so many layers that it gives her extra menacing vibes whenever she’s walking. It’s full enough that it’s got about five different hemlines all going at the same time, and it’s long enough that it brushes the ground when she walks. Alas, I couldn’t get a good shot of it, but she’s also got on some amazing chunky-heeled black ankle boots on under there.

I’m assuming that either her look is based on the woman in the first-episode backstory art, or vice versa. However, that lady is clearly supposed to be mutating down in Dixing, so something jumped tracks here. (Obviously Ya Qing herself is in there too, in the shot with all three yashou, but that’s more clearly supposed to be an actual drawing of her final look.)

I also love how absolutely none of the other birdies dress like this. She is indeed the proverbial rara avis.

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morethanaloveinterest · 3 years

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A Thorough Review of the Black Widow Costumes Through the Years

Let's look at how the design has changed from IM2 to finally getting her own movie. (no spoilers)

We'll talk about what features each one has, how it works as representation for the (usually) sole female Avenger, and how they compare to each other. Plus what I personally feel about her different hair styles because they are very important to me (as a redhead).

Iron Man 2 (2010)

Features:

- Utility belt

- Garrote

- Black Widow symbol on high waist belt

- Fingerless gloves

- Thigh holster

- Flat-soled boots

- Smoke bomb discs

- Two Glock 26s

- Widow's Bites (blue)

Hair rating: 9/10

Crazy impractical and with weird implications (her real hair is a wig but her fake hair is real??), but I love it

Female representation:

So, as I mentioned in my other analysis, this is a definite departure from what she's wearing in the comics. As her first appearance, that is really all we have to compare to. Those costumes tended to look more like a bodysuit with limited practicality, and was often depicted as unzipped significantly. The translation to screen might have disappointed some dudebros, but I love it. This looks like an actually useful thing to wear into a fight. It may be figure-hugging, but it doesn't emphasize any T&A or whatever. The shoes are even not heeled for once! It reminds me of the armor in Wonder Woman (vs that of Justice League) - it was clearly designed from a place of usefulness instead of solely how it would look on screen.

I know that her role in IM2 has been called a sexist caricature, but I don't think it is (something I talked about here). Compared to many of her depictions in the comics prior to 2010 and other representations of her archetype (female spy), this is top notch work.

Compared to other suits:

This suit is blue while the rest are black (or white). They talked in the special features about that decision, apparently as a way to make it less sexy. I don't know if that worked out, but props for thinking about it. The metallic gray of her accoutrements looks really good in contrast with the blue.

It clearly establishes things that all of them have - the BW symbol on a belt, a utility belt, thigh holster(s), Widow's Bites. It is less complicated than some of the others, but it gives her the opportunity to use every gadget in her arsenal (something the others tend not to do as well). It also (seems) to have flat soles on the boots, which we won't see again for a long time.

In terms of fabric, it seems to be all faux leather. It has piping down the center of each side all the way down, which many of the futures ones will feature. The collar is a bit longer and more open than we'll see until the BW movie. She does have two guns in one scene, but only appears to have one holster for some reason.

The Avengers (2012)

Features:

- Utility belt

- Black Widow symbol on high-waist belt

- Fingerless gloves

- Thigh holsters

- Wedge-heeled boots

- Two Glock 26s

- Widow's Bites (blue)

Hair rating: 6/10

Shorter is more practical potentially, but I feel like this just gets in her eyes even more. Plus it's the least realistic color, which may match the brighter colors of this film, but I'm not a big fan.

Female representation:

As with the previous one, this is a great change from the comics. And while some promotional material may have featured, um, interesting angles for her, the suit itself is not especially objectifying. The zipper is undone perhaps more in this one than in the others, but it's not like it becomes more so as the movie progresses.

As well as being impractical, the wedge heels do feel like a step down in representation as well. I can't imagine that fighting is easier in wedges than with flat soles. So I might rate this lower than the previous one, but not by much.

Compared to other suits:

As with the original, the suit is all the same fabric. This time it is black, which will continue to be the case. There is now a distinct high color (that will also be a staple going forward). The boots are now wedges, something that has the misfortune of continuing. I realize that she is fairly short and has to share the screen with much taller men (unlike the previous appearance, where it was a solo scene), but still. They aren't practical for fighting.

The low-waist utility belt and high-waist Black Widow symbol combo is repeated here, as are the fingerless gloves and thigh holsters (though now with a second one). The chest now has v-shaped details, while the lines down her legs look to have made a reappearance.

This one seems to be the most uncomfortable, if you ask me. She moves more stiffly in it (especially in the interrogation scene) and the fabric doesn't move with her as much as the previous or subsequent versions. It's my least favorite, as iconic as it is.

Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014)

Features:

- Utility belt

- Garrote (presumed; she has it when in civilian clothes)

- Grappling hook

- Black Widow symbol on high-waist inset

- Fingerless gloves

- Thigh holsters

- Knee pads (very small)

- Wedge-heeled boots (I think?)

- Two Glock 26s

- Widow's Bites (blue)

Hair rating: 7/10

I love the color but I would rather it be longer. And it's too straight - I like the scene where it's a little damp and curlier.

Female representation:

First, it's important to note how little of the movie she is wearing this suit. For the vast majority of her screen time (and she has a LOT of screen time in this movie), she is wearing casual clothes. I talk about them individually here, but none of them are objectifying or anything. Because of that, it really adds to the practical and realistic vibe that this movie has (which is good representation).

The suit itself also looks far more practical, just based on the fabric. It moves easily and looks like it actually breathes (how hot were the last two??). The leather look from the comics is reduced for something more useful - leather accents to allow movement as well as protection. The double-belt situation is similarly left for a more practical approach - wearing multiple belts has to be complicated if not uncomfortable.

I think the wedge heels continue, though it is hard to tell. The leather accents could easily have emphasized her chest but they don't (despite how it might look on certain posters). The high collar looks like it might actually protect her neck and she now has (small) knee pads. While the previous two were a good departure from the comics in terms of representation/practicality, this feels like it starts to come into its own as what an Agent of SHIELD might actually wear.

Compared to other suits:

As mentioned, it keeps the staples of thigh holster, Widow's Bites, utility belt, and fingerless gloves. The gadgets she uses are also used when she's wearing her regular clothes, so must be easily detachable to wear all the time. The leather is used as an accent instead of the whole, which will continue going forward. I assume it made it more comfortable and was subsequently insisted on.

Other than that, it has little screen time and is fairly simple. We see her use much of her arsenal in the opening scene on the Lumerian Star, but then we don't see it again until the almost the very end. Most of her arsenal is seen later without the suit, which is a unique feature of this film (it happens briefly in CACW as well but I don't think it does otherwise).

The Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015)

Features:

- Utility belt with Black Widow symbol

- Batons

- Blue piping

- Full gloves

- Thigh holsters

- Knee pads (regular-sized)

- Wedge-heeled boots

- Two Glock 26s

- Widow's Bites (unused)

Hair rating: 7/10

Basically the same as Avengers, but I do like it slightly better. The color is a bit more natural, so it gets a higher rating.

Female representation:

She wears this suit for a lot of the screen time of this movie despite not really using her arsenal very much. I'm pretty sure she never uses her Widow's Bites at all, let alone her other staples (garrote, grappling hook, etc.). It all kind of adds to the fact that she spends little time doing any actual fighting - she brings down like 3 dudes and then babysits Clint in the opening battle. She fights like 3-4 more in South Africa before being brainwashed. She does fight a number of Ultrons in the final battle, but not for very much time. So this suit, despite definitely standing out in terms of design, doesn't really get much action and emphasizes how pared down her role on the team is (something I talk more about here).

Additionally, this is the only suit where there are obvious cups on the chest. Maybe because of her real-life pregnancy, I don't know. But I do find it off-putting, especially in the scene where she's laying on her back (in Tony's vision). The camera angles really emphasize her chest in this movie and the outfit does nothing to help refocus the gaze onto her as a person. Which is a shame because otherwise I really like the direction this one takes the idea of her suit in. But, as a curvy person myself, I can guarantee that 1) she is wearing a bra under this and 2) wearing cups over cups is horrible. So this was not done with her in mind and just really ends up reinforcing how she's barely more than a love interest in this movie.

Compared to other suits:

This suit is much more complicated than the previous one and adds a few new staples for the concept of her suits. First, it has batons - they are glowing and blue, which will not continue, but it is something she is shown as having for the rest of the movies. It makes sense for this one and the next movie (Civil War) especially as a way to give her a main weapon that is nonlethal. She can't be shooting her teammates in Civil War, obviously, and the same goes for Age of Ultron. The rest of the heroes tend to be able to knock out their enemies (even if the impact trauma would likely result in death, we can PG-13 our way to saying everyone fine). And her signature weapon being Glocks is... not great for that. It works in CATWS because that was a gritty movie where people were definitely dying in fights, but this movie has a more cartoonish (or comic-book-y) approach to combat. And Natasha being the only one straight-up murdering folks wasn't going to fly. Hence, batons.

She also has substantial knee pads, which I'm sure Heidi Moneymaker appreciates! There were some slight ones in the CATWS suit, but now they're more obvious and will continue to be so for the rest of the films. She also has real gloves that cover her fingers instead of fingerless gloves. Now, in IM2 and CATWs, she needed her fingers for hacking into computers, I imagine. But regular gloves are generally more helpful, I think. The Widow's Bites also look to have been upgraded, though I can't think of a moment when they're actually used to show it. The utility belt now has the BW symbol on it instead of it being an additional symbol on her waist, which makes sense. Finally, it has gone back to the more leathery look, though now looking a bit more like kevlar than just leather (or pleather). It helps make sense for her to be able to hold her own with the rest of the Avengers as it is a definitely jump upward in defense and offense.

Captain America: Civil War (2016)

Features:

- Utility belt

- Batons

- Black Widow symbol on high-waist inset

- Full gloves

- Thigh holsters

- Knee pads (armor)

- Wedge-heeled boots

- Two Glock 26s

- Widow's Bites (blue; now with projectiles)

Hair rating: 9/10

Again, I know it's not practical. It's probably more practical than her initial appearance, but it's definitely one of my favorites. The color is perfect, the style is the most flattering we've seen, I love it.

Female representation:

Thankfully, the cups are gone. Sadly the wedges remain. The leather is gone almost entirely, so this looks very breathable and practical. the knee pads are still here, despite the rest of the suit being much less complicated than the AOU version.

This one is a lot like the one in CATWS, so I don't have much to add here that I didn't say up there. I would say this one feels more feminine in the design than the CATWS suit, likely due to the seams being more central and emphasizing her wasp waist (instead of just being at the edges of her torso). I don't feel like that is objectifying, but ymmv.

Compared to other suits:

The vertical seams from the IM2 and CATWS suits have returned, now more pronounced. The BW symbol being inset with a separate utility belt has also returned. It does make sense to compare the IM2, CATWS, and CACW with each other, as they appear to follow a continuum. The Avengers and AOU suits are somewhat similar to each other but definite diverge from these others.

As mentioned above, she retains her batons and they are very important in a battle against her teammates. I don't remember her Glocks being used at all, actually (correct me in the replies if I'm wrong!). She does use much of her arsenal in other scenes, including her Widow's Bites on Crossbones and on T'Challa. For the first, we see that she has her gadgets despite being in civilian clothes. For the second, we see that now her Bites include a projectile so she can still do ranged attacks.

The Avengers: Infinity War (2018)

Features:

- Utility belt with Black Widow symbol

- Utility vest

- Batons/staff (with backpack)

- Shoulder armor

- Fingerless gloves

- Elbow guards (armor)

- Thigh holsters

- Knee pads (armor)

- Wedge-heeled boots

- Two Glock 26s

- Widow's Bites (unused)

Hair Rating: 0/10

No longer red. Where are her eyebrows? I hate this. It is a bit better in Endgame, where she at least has eyebrows. But I'm very happy when it grows out.

Female representation:

This is probably best best we've seen. She and Steve both have their old suits from CACW and are obviously worn down a bit and modified to reflect the last few years they've been Secret Avengers. And that also importantly puts them both visually on the same footing - they are co-leads of the team and they dress like it as well as act like it.

There is basically nothing about this outfit that isn't utilitarian, except for her boots (which I think are wedges, but honestly I'm not sure). The vest doesn't even emphasize her chest as much as any of the previous costumes (and many of them didn't really, but this is less so). I know I'm not thrilled about the hair (which obviously also has a utilitarian purpose), but this really is the top of the list for representation. She looks great but nothing is designed to make her - any male character could be wearing the same thing.

Compared to other suits:

Definitely the most war-like of her suits. She is a spy, after all, so it needed some modifications to be ready for battle. Her knee pads are even more substantial, and she know has bits of armor on her shoulders and elbows as well. She can still move easily, but has some actual protection from attacks that she hasn't really had before.

Her batons make a staff now and she has a little armored backpack for them, which is nice. There are lot of details to make this a more substantial costume than she has been wearing, taking cues from her AOU suit but also looking like it might be something she put together on the run. The vest looks great - you could probably put so much stuff in there, you wouldn't even know.

Anyway, this looks like it is the CACW suit with the AOU utility belt, new batons, new pads, same boots, some previous iteration of fingerless gloves (CATWS?). I really like all those touches to make it look like what she could do while lacking the resources of being an Avenger.

The Avengers: Endgame (2019)

Features:

- Utility Belt with Black Widow symbol

- Grappling hook

- Batons (with backpack)

- Shoulder armor

- Fingerless gloves

- Thigh holsters

- Knee pads (armor)

- Wedge-heeled boots

- Two Glock 26s

- Widow's Bites (unused)

Hair rating: 10/10

I love the color, with red going into blond. Very pretty and not something you see often. I love braids, and it's great she actually has her hair out of her face for once.

Female representation:

I'd say this is a step down from IW, but definitely better than AOU. The front details clearly outline her bust, even if they then cut through it so that it is not overly emphasized. It is still more than I would prefer, with no clear reason to exist. The plates on her stomach are presumably to allow movement as well as protection, but why is her chest basically bare of these? Not the greatest.

She continues to wear wedges, which is unfortunate. However, she does still have many of the pads she had in IW (shoulder and knee) which are large enough to be useful. But I don't know - she doesn't really do any fighting in this outfit (just briefly against Clint, where the stakes are much more emotional than related to combat). And the detailing on the chest and thighs seems a little weird to me, so I might rate this the same as the AOU suit.

Compared to other suits:

We're back to a more Kevlar look like in AOU. The belt is the same as IW or AOU as well, with the symbol on it. I'm not sure the utility belt serves much utility, though - it doesn't look like it has much ability to store things. We now have red accents, especially with the Widow's Bites, which is fun. Her batons are different from IW but still have a backpack for them.

Visually, this one does look pretty different from the others. It has no leather and appears to be Kevlar, perhaps like AOU. But the silhouette and the detailing are pretty different and unique to this suit. The staples are still there (high collar, wedge boots, thigh holsters, etc.), but the bodysuit itself is unique for this appearance.

Black Widow (2021)

Features:

- Utility belt with Black Widow symbol

- Batons/staff (with backpack)

- Shoulder armor

- Fingerless gloves

- Thigh holsters

- Knee pads (armor)

- Flat boots with tread

- Two Glock 26s

- Widow's Bites (unused)

Hair rating: 10/10

Best color, great style. I LOVE braids! Especially as a way to get her hair out of her face.

Female representation:

Chronologically, this comes right after CACW and before IW. The shape of the chest on both this and the next one are pretty different from the CACW suit and more reminiscent of the vest in IW. As far as representation goes, I think that's a step up. Especially given the fact that she is wearing white - it is never see-through or gives an excuse to ogle her.

She actually has flat soles on the boots again, at last. Overall, it is very practical - maybe not as practical as IW, but very close to it. She has bits of armor again and her utility belt and backpack look very useful.

The comics also feature Natasha in a white suit. And it is... well, not always the most empowering, shall we say. Unlike this one - I really like how the detail on the chest breaks up the white space, which could otherwise be pretty easily draw the eye to her breasts. There is a change in the style to fit around her chest but it doesn't draw the attention to them. So I think it's great, and especially for something that is all white.

Compared to other suits:

Again, given the chronology, it makes sense for her to have a belt similar to the AOU or IW versions. It also has the armored parts that the IW one does. Basically, this takes a lot of inspiration from the IW suit and seems like a pretty reasonable suit to have at about the same time (slightly before). The collar is more like her original IM2 outfit, though. I can't say much more without getting into spoiler territory, but I think it takes the best parts of her previous suits and puts them all together.

Features:

- Utility belt with Black Widow symbol

- Batons/staff (with backpack)

- Knife

- Shoulder armor

- Fingerless gloves

- Thigh holsters

- Knee pads (armor)

- Flat boots with tread

- Two Glock 26s

- Widow's Bites (red)

Hair rating: 11/10

Love it, this is what she should have been doing (or some version of it) for all of the movies. It's feminine but also perfect for the fight situation. By far my favorite.

Female representation:

This seems like her most detailed suit, especially with the grey and black outlined in white. It's a definitely departure from the rest and I think it is in the best possible way. It doesn't look exactly gender-less, but there is nothing about it to emphasize that a woman is wearing it. Or, rather, to emphasize the woman as being made up of parts - it's a cohesive whole.

It looks at least close to as practical as her IW suit, though less prepared for open combat and more for spycraft (which makes sense). I especially like the strap across her chest, given that it is a perfectly good place for a strap to go when securing things on your back but is something generally avoided by her other costumes. For some reason...

Compared to other suits:

The design is a lot like her white suit. While it has a lot of the detailing that her Endgame suit had, that one felt a little off to me. A little too much emphasis on her feminine form. But this one seems almost designed to distract from that - or at least with her being female as low on the list of reasons for its design. I would still put the IW suit above it, but only very slightly. I again can't get into too much more with this one because the movie is barely out, but it's a great suit.

So, overall, she has a lot of the same features consistently throughout her suits. We might not see all of her gadgets in each appearance, but pretty much what was established in IM2 continues to exist throughout the MCU. The batons are the only real addition in AOU, replacing her Glocks as her primary weapon. The base fabric changes a lot in the suit itself, but the shape tends to be the same overall with some different details on the torso to set them apart from each other. Here are my final rankings:

Best hair: Black Widow (2021) in the black suit

Best representation: Infinity War (2018), followed by the ones where she has flat shoes (IM2, BW)

Suits from least favorite to favorite:

#9 Age of Ultron

#8 Endgame

#7 Avengers

#6 Iron Man 2

#5 Captain America: Winter Soldier

#4 Captain America: Civil War

#3 Black Widow white suit

#2 Infinity War

#1 Black Widow black suit

Thanks for reading! Check out my other costume ratings here

Please come check out my 10 Part Series on Natasha Romanoff

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miraculouswolf99 · 4 years

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Silver Siren

Happy New Year!!! This is not a New Years story, but it is a story that I am using New Years as an excuse to post it. LOL

*****

Luka Couffaine was often described as the most relaxed and chill guy that anyone could ever meet. Often seen with his guitar on hand, playing what he would call a person's heart song. He was also described as a protective older brother to his sister, Juleka. Especially when it came to her friends.

The only ones that Luka really knew were Rose, Ivan, and Mylene as they were the ones that came over the most often. This was the first time that the entire class was on the Liberty. And if Luka was being honest with himself, he was most intrigued by Marinette, Lyon, and Adrien.

While he had not met Adrien personally yet, the things he had heard from the class made him curious about the model. Marinette also seemed really sweet and the type of person that could brighten a room just by walking into it. And Lyon seemed similar to himself, calm and easily just as observant.

Lyon and his sister had seemed almost like him and Juleka. They liked to be off to the side and observe. They also spoke of animals and plants like they spoke of music, that it relates to everything and everyone. Luka was amazed by their heart songs. So full of life, harmony, and with a slight sense of mysteriousness.

But most of Luka's cool, calm, and collected personality was thrown out the window when his mother got akumatized into Captain Hardrock.

"A treasure in return for freedom," Anarka says. "Ho, ho, ho then I shall be your pirate Hawkmoth."

Black and purple smoke covers the ship.

"Oh no," Luka hears Marinette gasp.

Captain Hardrock rose up. Captain Hardrock has long red hair that is spiked upwards and golden eyes. The upper half of her face is covered with a black mark edged with dark red and she wears a black bandana with a white spiky-haired skull on the front, along with gold circular earrings.

She wears a bodysuit that is red from the collar to the chest and black from the chest, the color separation looking like flames. Her suit includes three yellow buttons vertically on her lower body, three golden spikes horizontally over each knee, and a golden patch above each hip. She has two black belts, one going around the body diagonally and the other wrapped around the waist, that have golden buckles. Over her suit, she wears a black captain jacket with golden inner lining, golden spikes on the shoulders, golden edges, and golden buckles on the sides. Black fingerless gloves with golden edges around the upper holes cover her arms up to her elbows. Her knee-high boots that end below the knees are black and red in a flame-like pattern with black soles, golden heels, black inner lining, and black stripes with golden spikes above the ankles.

"Raise the mainsail, me deck hands let's get swashbuckling around here," his akumatized mom orders.

"Mom," Juleka asks, shocked and scared.

"What's going on," Luka asked, concerned.

"Your mom has weighed anchor, me lad," the akuma says. "I'm Captain Hardrock and today Paris's timbers are about to be shivered by my cannons."

The captain looks through a telescope. Luka took that second to make a quick headcount. He realized that the Greek twins were not on board the Liberty anymore. Remembering that the two were close to the gangplank when all this started, he figured that they had most likely had gone and went to get help.

"Westward ho, Liberty next stop," she orders. "Jagged Stone at the Eiffel Tower. Soon, there will only be one concert in Paris only one Music Festival. We will destroy all the others. Now, get to your instruments and rock those decibels!"

"Mom please, you can't ruin the Music Festival," Luka calmly pleaded.

"You can't force people to listen to your music," Marinette tells the villain.

"No way we're playing like this," Ivan yells.

"Mutiny," Captain Hardrock sounded offended. "On my ship! Liberty, seize these scallywags and throw them down into the hold!"

Chains shot out from different places on the ship. But before any of the teens could react, arrows started flying over their heads and hit the chains. Every chain that an arrow hit instantly froze into ice. Then the next thing that they knew, another weapon flew past them and shattered all the ice chains.

Floating near the ship, above the water, was Beautifly with her shield-sized razor blade flower. And looking over, back on land, was White Wolf. His bow was still at the ready. Luka was amazed that the two got there so quickly and figured that it was because of Lyon and Vallia. He had seen the two newest heroes of Paris on the news and the Ladyblog, but this was the first time in person.

"If I was Cat Noir, I would probably make a very bad ice pun right about now," Wolf smirked. "But I'll stick to freezing things with my arrows."

"And I am happy you are," Beautifly giggles. "I mean, Cat is a great hero and all, but I am very close to slapping him over those cat puns."

"Creatures of the land and air are not welcome on my ship," Captain Hardrock shouts, pointing her sword at the butterfly girl.

"Do I look like I'm on your ship," Beautifly floated around. "If you haven't noticed, I'm not even touching the ground let alone your ship."

"Lock this fly in the brig, Liberty," Captain Hardrock ordered.

Chains, once again, shot out from different parts of the ship. They headed right for the butterfly hero. But unlike Ladybug, Cat Noir, and even her own partner White Wolf, Beautifly is able to fly. But that is obvious at this point. It did give her an advantage over most akumas. The way that she was currently flying around to avoid the chains was one very good example of these advantages.

"I'm a butterfly, thank you very much," Beautifly put her hands on her hips.

She made a quick dive back toward the water, flying barely a foot above it. The chains would hit the water instead as she gracefully dodged them. But she soon made a quick shot upwards as she got close to where her partner had been standing. That allowed him to fire a volley of arrows at the chains following her. Each one of them was soon frozen into ice. She quickly shattered them with her razor flower.

"Nice try, Jackie Sparrow," Wolf smirked.

Beautifly facepalmed. "What you lack in puns, you sure make up for in pop culture references."

"What can I say," Wolf shrugged. "I love American movies."

The kids still onboard the Liberty, meanwhile, seemed to finally get out of shock over the heroes showing up so quickly.

"We need to get off this ship," Alya quickly says.

"How," Ivan asked. "Do you want us to jump into the seine?"

"Would you rather be chained up on this ship," Alya countered.

"All ashore that's going to shore," Ivan headed right for the edge of the boat.

"Never thought I'd have to walk the plank of my own house," Juleka says, surprisingly still as calm as she was during the Horrificator incident.

"Why is everyone in the Couffaine family so shockingly calm," Marinette whispered to Alya.

"Your guess is as good as mine, girl," Alya whispered back. "But they can't all be that calm. Captain Crazy, over there, is one example."

"I am suddenly very grateful for my normal mother," Marinette says. "Yet, I am also intrigued by everyday life in the Couffaine household."

"I hope my crew isn't planning on jumping ship," they were caught in the act by the akuma.

"Shoot," Nino swore.

With a slash of her sword in the air, Captain Hardrock sent another round of chains toward them. Only this time, White Wolf was not fast enough with his bow. He tried, but people need to remember that nobody's perfect. The group of teenagers was soon all grabbed by the chains and pulled below deck.

"Oh, Hades," Beautifly swore. "Now we're going to need a rescue mission. Where are that cat and bug?"

"Don't ask me," Wolf said, freezing another chain.

Meanwhile, Adrien had been in his room. He was watching the news broadcast about the music festival. His father had not allowed him to go to the Liberty and play the keyboard for Kitty Section. He was pretty salty about that. (AN: An ocean pun inspired by Captain Hardrock. hehe.)

"Breaking News," Nadja Chamack interrupted the fun stuff.

"Huh," Adrien knew what this most likely meant.

"Another akuma attack is in progress along the seine," Nadja reported. "This akuma's goal seems to be to take over the music festival with its rock music by taking out all the other musical acts in the city."

"Some people just don't appreciate good music when they hear it," Plagg says, munching on some of his cheese.

"Plagg, claws out," Adrien did not have time for his sarcasm since he knew his friends were at the same river.

His friends may not currently be in much danger, but they were being held prisoner.

While the room wasn't really a brig, but the teens were still trapped in it. Ivan and Mylene were chained together, as were Nino and Alya. Rose and Juleka were both alone in their chains while Luka and Marinette were also chained together.

"You don't seem very worried, Marinette," Luka noticed.

"I am, but this isn't really my first time being held captive by an akuma," Marinette says. "Even if the Evillustrator considered that situation a date."

"Alright," Luka accepted that.

"Alya, remind to apologize to Nathaniel later for bringing that up," Marinette said.

"Girl, I am pretty sure that he wouldn't mind," Alya says. "Nath is almost as forgiving as you. And that says something considering that you could forgive anyone for anything."

"Not anything," Marinette protested. "If anyone insults my parent's bakery, I'll open up a can of butt-kick of fighting techniques that my mother taught me."

The way that she said that so sweetly was enough to send shivers down most of their spines.

Marinette then looked down. She saw Tikki waving at her, having come out of her purse to silently aid her. The kwami phased into the lock on her and Luka's chain, taking a little bit before the lock opened with a quiet SNAP.

"Wow, how'd you do that," Luka asked her.

"Uhh, I, Uhm..." Marinette had to think fast. "With this."

She holds up a guitar pick.

"You're amazing," Luka praised her. "A real magician, Marinette."

"You think so," Marinette asks, going all nervous like how she does around Adrien. "Oh, it was nothing, uh, amazing, really?"

"Excuse me, but some of us are still chained up here you know," Alya says, rolling her eyes.

Before either of the freed teens could do anything, they heard Captain Hardrock walk downstairs and laughing.

"Marinette, she's coming," Nino warned them.

"We'll come back, I promise," Marinette says as she and Luka leave the room quickly.

The two ended up locking themselves in Luka's own bedroom. They had to work quickly as Captain Hardrock soon broke in.

"Run, Marinette quick," Luka yelled out the window.

"Seize him," Captain Hardrock some more chains to catch her son.

It all happened faster than Luka could blink. Chains shot through the open door in order to trap him again. But at the same time, a trio of arrows flew through the open window/porthole and froze all of the incoming chains.

Luka turned around and saw that White Wolf was hanging from an icy-looking rope outside the window.

"My outfit is bright white, how do people miss me," he joked.

"Uh..." Luka had no idea how to respond to that.

"Whatever," Wolf shrugged. "Move that fine-looking butt, handsome, you're getting off this Black Pearl wannabe."

Luka blushed, even if he hid it very well. He didn't have much time to really try and think of anything as his mother was currently breaking through the frozen chains on her way to capture him again.

Taking White Wolf's hand, he was just barely able to get through the porthole.

"Time to leave," Beautifly tells them, seen fighting more chains with the newly arrived Cat Noir.

Luka had to immediately tighten his grip around White Wolf's waist as the icy hero fired another ice rope arrow. The two swung away on the rope, landing on the shore of the seine.

"My sister and friends are still in there," Luka immediately tells him.

"I know," Wolf says. "We will try to get as many of them off of the boat as possible. But we might need to also rely on Ladybug's Miraculous Cure if we can not."

"I understand," Luka said.

"Stay safe, Mr.Couffaine," Wolf tells him, running back into the battle.

Luka couldn't help but get lost as he caught a glimpse of the hero's beautiful eyes.

"Flirt later, Wolf," Beautifly calls.

"Yeah, that's my job," Cat Noir jokes. "OW!"

Beautifly had hit him on the back of the head.

"Sorry, I'm late," Ladybug apologizes, swinging into the fray.

"All heroes are allowed to be late every once in a while," Beautifly stated, blocking a chain with her razor flower. "May I remind you of Cat Noir's late arrival to the fight with Riposte."

"He also told me you were quite late during an akuma attack by someone called the Evilistrator," Wolf said. "That name, by the way, is horrid."

Captain Hardrock, unfortunately, then made her reappearance on deck. She was already angry over her son escaping the Liberty and seeing the four heroes together did not help her mood. She raised her sword.

"Capture those pests, Liberty," she ordered.

The heroes started flipping, jumping, and flying in Beautifly's case to avoid the flying chains. White Wolf aimed another of his arrows at the chain, but Captain Hardrock was having it this time.

"Liberty, fire," she ordered her ship.

One of the cannons aimed at the icy teen. But instead of a cannonball coming out, the cannon fired a soundwave of rock music. It was almost like the soundwave effect that Black Canary causes with her canary cry. It washed over the Greek hero.

White Wolf covered his wolf ears on the top of his head, yelling in pain. The sound was loud and horrible, actually causing pain with his enhanced wolf hearing. When Captain Hardrock sent more of her chains his way, Ladybug quickly threw her yo-yo around his waist and pulled him away from them and the sound blast.

"Leave it to me to face an akuma with sound powers when I have enhanced hearing," he shook his head like he had swimmer's ear.

"Just be happy that you and Beautifly weren't here when we were fighting Guitar Villain," Ladybug said.

"There was seriously a villain with that as a name," Wolf raised an eyebrow. "Does Hawkmoth have no creativity at all?"

"That remains to be seen," Cat Noir comments. "His villain names range from weird, to good, to not very original at all."

"Jagged Stone ahead, Liberty fire," Captain Hardrock ordered.

The ship fired its sound cannons again, only this time entire speakers were shot out. The speakers landed and attached themselves all around Jagged Stone's music area at the Itfil Tower. The music was so loud that it caused cracks to spider all around where the speakers landed.

"Where's a pair of earplugs when you need them," Beautifly remarked.

"Are you the one with sensitive ears, I don't think so," Wolf commented. "My ears are still ringing from that earlier blast."

"What do you think her akumatized object is," Beautifly asked.

"It has to be something on the ship, otherwise she wouldn't be able to control it the way she does," Ladybug theorizes.

"I could Cataclysm the entire ship," Cat Noir offered, raising the hand that he uses to destroy things.

"No," Ladybug instantly shut that idea down.

"There are hostages on the ship, Cat," Wolf informs the hero. "If you sink the ship, they might drown."

"Myself and White Wolf only managed to get one of them off the ship before you two showed up," Beautifly says. "The rest of them are still trapped somewhere on there."

"I think he is Anarka Couffaine's son Luka," Wolf said. "He might know why was hit by the akuma. I'll ask him."

"Fire at XY," Captain Hardrock commanded, the Liberty shooting more of its speakers at the Justin Beiber wannabe.

"Well, do it fast," Ladybug told him, then swung away toward the ship.

"She knows that we're not her sidekicks and she doesn't have to order us around like that, right," Wolf crossed his arms.

"We can tell her off later, let's go, Cat," Beautifly ordered, flying toward the ship.

"We are around some seriously bossy ladies," Cat Noir commented, before using his staff to get to the ship himself.

"I am surrounded by weirdos," Wolf shook his head.

He took his bow in hand, notching another arrow. He aimed it to freeze one of the cannons closed when the akuma saw what he was doing.

"Fire," she ordered.

Another sound blast came right at him. He covered his wolf ears as the sound really hurt with his magical hearing. His bow and arrow fell to the ground. He could hardly tell when another person ran up and picked up his bow. Said person aimed it at the cannon, fighting the headache that the sound was causing. The arrow froze the shooting cannon, stopping the sound.

"I never liked rock music before, and I am most certainly not going to start now," Wolf says, getting up.

"Are you okay," asked the person that fired the arrow.

White Wolf looked and saw that it was Luka that had picked up his bow.

"I'm good now, Mr.Couffaine," Wolf says. "Thanks for the assistance."

"You can call me Luka, White Wolf," Luka tells him.

"Alright, then, Luka," nobody can say that superheroes aren't great actors. "It was very brave of you to use my bow. Very telling as well."

"Telling," Luka was confused.

"Most civilians would be afraid of turning to ice by touching one of my arrows," Wolf explains. "It shows that in maybe another life, you would have made an excellent fit for the wolf miraculous."

"Wow," Luka was still as cool as they come.

"Anyway, did you see what object the akuma landed on," Wolf asked the blue and black-haired boy. "Destroying it is the only way for Ladybug to de-evilize your mom."

"I didn't see exactly, but it is most likely her compass," Luka says. "She has always said that a compass is a sailor's most prized possession."

As someone that grew up near the water, White Wolf actually understood that. He wondered how much easier Odysseus would have gotten home if he had just used a map and compass instead of the stars and a lot of faith. As much as he believed in the gods, common sense is also a thing to believe in.

White Wolf noticed the ice on the cannon starting to crack. He quickly scooped Luka into his arms and ran away just in time as the ice shattered and the sound blast started up again. The two barely got away in time. The sound waves just missed them. White Wolf put Luka down a little way more away from the akumatized ship.

"Stay here, Luka," Wolf directed.

"I have to help," Luka tells the hero. "White Wolf, there has to be a way for me to help."

White Wolf looked at the blue-haired teen. He had shown great bravery when he picked up his bow. Not many people, let alone teenagers, would do such a thing. An image of a silver box flashed into his head, giving him an idea.

"Wait right here, Luka," Wolf instructed. "If any of the others ask, tell them that I went to get help. Beautifly will understand what I mean."

Luka nodded as White Wolf got out his bow again. Using an icy rope, the Greek hero swung away from the Seine. He had no idea what the wolf hero was up to.

The holder of the wolf miraculous landed in an alley on the other side of the street from a beautiful jungle-like flower/garden shop. He de-transformed and out of the alley walked Lyon Garden. The dubbed Ice Prince made his way to the flower shop, greeting his father on the way in. He quickly made his way up to his room, which from what his sister, Vallia, had told him was almost like Marinette's bedroom but made for him instead of her.

Lyon went over to the bookshelf he keeps in his room. He pulled back the one book on the shelf that did not have a title on the spine. In a bit of a cliche turn of events, the bookshelf slid tp the side to reveal a hidden compartment. From the compartment, he pulled out a secure but elegant silver box. It was in the shape of a large jewelry box with bright blue markings that looked like a cross between ice and vines. Silver roses also were dotted around the box.

Lyon opened the box lid, revealing several other pieces of jewelry inside of it. On a raised area of the box was a place for hour pieces of jewelry. The ones marked for the wolf and butterfly miraculous were empty. But there was a bluebird necklace in the space for the miraculous of the songbird and a stag brooch in the place for the stag miraculous. The other miraculouses at the top of the box were around the raised area. A deer head pendant for the deer miraculous, a black snake armband for the python miraculous, a black panther pendant for the panther miraculous, a brown bear cuff bracelet for the grizzly bear miraculous, a feather hair clip for the falcon miraculous, and a white bird hair comb for the dove miraculous.

"I know the perfect choice for this akuma," Lyon talks to himself.

He picked up a necklace before quickly sealing the box back in its hiding place and leaving.

Back at the battle with Captain Hardrock, the remaining trio was having a bit of trouble with fighting off the chains as well as trying to search for her akumatized object.

"I have never seen Pirates of the Caribbean, and this is not making me want to," Cat Noir comments, jumping out of the way of more chains.

"There is a reason why pirates have never been very recorded in Greek history," Beautifly says. "Because there weren't any."

"Seriously," Ladybug raised her eyebrow at that.

"I'm pretty sure," Beautifly shrugs. "I'm a butterfly hero, you really think I know much about pirates at all?"

"I agree with her, only replace butterfly with black cat for me," Cat Noir says. "Cats and water do not mix, in any form."

There was a reason why being surrounded by frost and ice weakened him so much when Lady Wifi locked him in that freezer. Cats and water have never mixed.

"Heads up," Beautifly warned, darting around in the sky to avoid the chains coming her way.

"Fire at Nightingale," Captain Hardrock commanded.

The Liberty shot out more speakers at the energetic pop star.

"Beautifly, where is White Wolf," Ladybug practically demanded.

"I don't know, but I do have a pretty good idea," Beautifly tells her.

"He just abandoned us in the middle of a fight," Ladybug snapped, using her yo-yo to fight off chains.

"Need I remind you that we are not your sidekicks," Beautifly snapped back, blocking chains with her razor flower. "We don't have to inform you of everything we do. I trust that White Wolf has a plan. I do not immediately go for such negative thoughts."

"If he has a plan, he should have told us," Ladybug did not back down. "Maybe he would have if he didn't stop with those ridiculous pop culture references every other sentence."

"Not all heroes have to be stern and serious to be good heroes, Bug," Beautifly did not take any crap if someone insults her brother. "Have you ever seen videos of the Flash? He never seems all that serious, but succeeds every time in his fights."

"I've seen news of his battles, and Beautifly does have a point," Cat Noir said.

But before the other female hero could try to find a comeback, one of the chains managed to hook itself to Cat Noir's left wrist.

"Oh crud," Beautifly swore.

Cat Noir was pulled up to the crow's nest and his hands were pulled to either side of him as he was chained down by his wrists.

"Cataclysm," Cat Noir shouted.

His right hand bubbled with black energy, signaling his power of destruction. With a twist of his hand, he was able to free himself from the chain holding him to the crow's nest.

"Great, because you had to act all high and mighty with trying to boss us all around, Cat Noir now only had five minutes," Beautifly snaps at the red and black hero.

"He should have been paying more attention to what was going on around him," Ladybug countered. "He was probably too busy trying to think up another joke or another lame pick-up line to focus on the fight."

"Or maybe you distracted him by treating us all like sidekicks," Beautifly did not back down.

"These two fight more than most would think me and White Wolf would," Cat Noir thinks. "The whole cats and dogs hate each other stereotype and all that."

That was when the icy hero finally made it back to the fight. He landed not too far from where Luka was trying to keep up with the ship.

"Are those two seriously at it again," he asked the teen in blue.

"It is quite ironic," Luka says. "But their music has no way to harmonize. It is too different and can barely even be in the same song."

"It's funny that you mention harmonizing," Wolf smirked.

"Pardon," Luka faced the hero.

White Wolf pulled out a small silver box from under his cloak. It was like a mini version of the Miracle Box in his room, only square-shaped.

"Luka Couffaine, this is the miraculous of the songbird, symbolized by the gift of heart," Wolf held the box out to him. "You will use it for good in this time of need. After the battle is finished, I shall return to retrieve it should you choose to accept it."

"I...I do," Luka was actually showing shock. "I accept the miraculous, White Wolf."

Luka opened the box, and a ball of light came out. It soon turned into a kwami, but this one was a cute bluebird one.

"Geia, young holder," the kwami greeted. "My name if Meloetta and I am your kwami."

"My kwami," Luka was confused.

"Kwami's are what give me and the other heroes our powers," Wolf explained. "They are also generally good friends and guides of sorts for us."

"Wow," Luka says.

He took the necklace out of the box, putting it around his neck. The color blended quite well into his natural style choice as well as the fact that he was a musician wearing a songbird around his neck. Part of him wanted to ask the wolf hero if that was part of why he had chosen this particular miraculous for him. But he shrugged it off as a coincidence.

"All you have to say is 'Meloetta, let's rock,' and you will transform," the kwami explained. "To de-transform, you say 'concert's over.' Your special power is activated by saying 'Harmonize."

Luka nodded at the kwami.

"You ready to be a hero," Wolf asked.

"I'd do anything for my friends and family," Luka says. "Meloetta, let's rock."

"At least my weapon isn't a children's toy," Beautifly shot at Ladybug.

"Yours is nothing more than an oversized daisy," Ladybug countered.

The two of them were back-to-back fighting off the chains while constantly trading insults back and forth. It also seemed that because of the two's constant fighting with each other, Captain Hardrock had basically forgotten about Cat Noir altogether. He was just watching from the crow's nest and also scanning the ship with his eyes to see where the akumatized object could be.

White Wolf soon landed next to him.

"And Ladybug calls the two of us annoying," he raised his eyebrow at the cat hero.

"I don't even pretend to know anything about girls," Cat Noir put his hands up in defeat.

"Good, because I know a few girls back home that would skin you alive if you tried to ever say that you were a girl expert," Wolf chuckled.

"Even with that little bit of information now permanently etched into my brain, I still would want to visit Greece someday," Cat Noir snickers.

"Not like we'd ever deny the help against the myth spirits," Wolf commented.

"So, was Beautifly right when she guessed that you were getting help," Cat Noir asked.

"When is she ever wrong," Wolf smirked.

Another flying hero then came out of nowhere, even if White Wolf did know where he came from. Moving so fast that he was basically a blur, he used his weapon to slice his way through all the chains until there were none left.

"What in the world," Ladybug was shocked.

"I should have known that Wolf was going to chose that miraculous," Beautifly grinned.

"What," Ladybug gasped.

The new hero finally stopped, and everyone was able to get a good look at him. He was in a silver jean vest with matching jeans. He was now also had a turquoise t-shirt with darker silver boots. On his hands were turquoise fingerless gloves. His hair was the same black with blue streaks. And to the shock of Ladybug and Cat Noir, he also had angel-like bird wings that were also silver. The bluebird necklace was still around his neck, matching the bird's eye-like mask over his eyes.

In his hand was an ax-like weapon that also resembled a hybrid of a guitar and a lyre.

"Hope I am not late to the party," the new hero comments.

"You're right on time," Wolf smirks.

"Who are you," Ladybug did not like another miraculous being out and about, as when she recruited Alya to be Rena Rouge was risky enough.

"You can call me... Silver Siren," the newly named hero smiled softly.

"Finally, another hero with wings," Beautifly giggles. "I was getting lonely up in the air all by myself."

"Happy to be of assistance to you, Beautifly," Silver Siren smiles at her.

"Guys, we may need to speed this up," Cat Noir shows his ring as it blinked to show he had three minutes left.

"Gottcha," Beautifly gives him a thumbs up.

"Luka said that the akuma is most likely in the compass," Wolf says.

"Once you freeze it, Beautifly and I can destroy it," Cat Noir said.

For once, Ladybug had to play catch-up as the other four heroes went back to battle Captian Hardrock. The akuma did not look happy that another hero had joined the fight.

"Another pest in the sky," she snarled. "Get them, Liberty."

Chains shot at the team from all angles.

"Nature's Heart," Beautifly called upon her power, throwing her flower up.

The gem on her razor flower released a blossom that came down with the weapon.

"Amaryllis," Wolf immediately figured out. "I always thought that was a beautiful flower."

"I know exactly what this flower does," Beautifly said.

Holding up the flower, it released a number of petal missiles. Each petal exploded on contact with the chains, destroying them. The move almost looked like a combo of the draco meteor and pin missile moves from Pokemon.

"My chains too easy for you," Captain Hardrock yelled. "Then I think it is time for you land-loving pests to face the music."

"Land-loving," Cat Noir raised an eyebrow. "She does know that two of us don't even touch the ground, right?"

"Akumas, big on destruction and not so much on logic," Beautifly says.

The ship rumbled as its sound cannons aimed at the five of them. White Wolf, in particular, did not want to have to hear that loud music again.

"Hit it, Silver Siren," he called out to the new hero.

"I'm on it," he responded. "Harmonize."

He strung his guitar ax, blue energy flowing from the strings to his throat. His eyes glowed as he started to open his mouth.

"Cover your ears," Wolf warned everyone.

Just as the heroes covered their ears, Silver Siren let out a loud scream as the akumatized ship sent out its own sonic blasts. Silver Sirens scream came out as powerful sonic waves similar to the Black Canary's canary cry. Only his seemed slightly more powerful and the sound waves were a bright blue color.

The two sound attacks met in the air, a loud BOOM resulting from the collision. It blew their hair and loose pieces of clothing back a little at the wind blast that also resulted from the collision.

White Wolf and Beautifly uncovered their ears as both sides died down their attacks. They had to move quickly.

"Winter's Touch," Wolf quickly called.

His hands started to pour out an icy mist with a slight blueish color to it. The wolf hero then jumped to where he was sure that the compass was on the ship.

"Stay away from my compass," Captain Hardrock yelled.

But with one touch, the piece of equipment was frozen into ice. With a quick jump back, he let Beautifly throw her razor flower at the compass. The weapon smashed right through the frozen compass as easily as it would be to shatter glass.

"Gotta love this thing," Beautifly smiles at her weapon.

A black butterfly soon flapped its way out of the rubble. That was when Ladybug stepped forward.

"No more evil-doing for you, little akuma," she said, opening her yo-yo. "Time to de-evilize."

She caught the corrupted insect.

"Bye, bye, little butterfly," Ladybug released the now white insect.

"That thing is definitely a moth," Beautifly comments.

Cat Noir snickered at the comment while White Wolf simply rolls his eyes playfully. Silver Siren smiled but Ladybug looked annoyed.

"She does seem like the perfect person to know a butterfly from a moth," Cat Noir joined in Beautifly's fun.

"You two give me headaches," Wolf said.

"You know you love us," Cat Noir winks in a flirty way.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Wolf waved him off, making him and Beautifly snicker. "You did great out there, Silver Siren."

"You think so," the new hero asks. "I was a bit worried about using my power against those cannons."

"If I didn't think you could help, I wouldn't have given you the miraculous," Wolf smiles at him.

All of the heroes but Ladybug all started to beep as their miraculouses flashed. Cat Noir had a minute left as his ring lost another piece of the paw. One of the wings on Beautifly's bracelet went black. A feather on Silver Siren's bird necklace went from blue to white. One of the wolf's teeth on White Wolf's medallion went black.

"You can handle the clean-up, Bug," Beautifly says. "We all have to go. Secret identities and all that jazz."

"No one likes smooth jazz, Fly," Wolf said, but then all of them separated.

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Snowed in (Pt2)

(Picks up from ending of Snowed in)

Hank had looked down at Y/N and seen she had fallen asleep so he grabbed a blanket from next to the couch and draped it over her

Hank leaned his head back so it was resting on the back of the couch and watched as she slept

Hank watched her for a minute before going to sleep himself

THE NEXT MORNING

Hank woke up before Y/N he looked down and smiled he also seen she was starting to wake up

"Morning" he said once she opened her eyes

"Good morning" she mumbled back which caused Hank to smile as she sat up and stretched

"Hey roads are cleared" Adam said as he popped his head into the room and they nodded and made their way out to the rest of the team

"Everyone take the week off" he said as he stood by his office door they all said thank you and yes before making their ways home

Hank noticed that Y/N was sitting at her desk and went over to her

"Hey, you need a ride home" Hank asked as he came up to her desk

"Uh yeah actually" she said with a small laugh Hank nodded and grabbed his keys and jacked before they made their way to his car

Once at the car he opened the door for her and she gave him a small smile as a thank you

At Y/N's house

Hank walked Y/N to her door and waited until she was able to open it

"Oh your sweat shirt" she said as she slipped it off

"It's okay you can keep it" he said making her blush

"Thanks" she said looking in his eyes he smiled at her before speaking up

"Uh Y/N would you like to go on a date some time" Hank asked causing her to blush and smile

"Yeah I would" she said smiling Hanks phone then rang so he leaned down and kissed her cheek causing her to turn redder than before

"I gotta go but I'll call you" he said with his hand on the small part of her back

"Okay" she said he kissed her cheek one more time before leaving

Y/N shut the door and locked it before leaning against it and squealing in excitement and going to shower

After her shower she seen she had a message from hank saying

"Friday night I'll pick you up at 8" she replied with an "ok" before going to get dressed

Friday

It was nearly 6:30 and Y/N had just gotten home from running errands

When she got home she went to shower it was 7 by the time she got out so she started getting ready she put big beach waves into her hair and put on light make up

She then went over to her closet and started going threw it looking for something to wear she peeled out she window and seen it was lightly snowing so she grabbed a white lace bodysuit that made her blood pop and pulled on a pair of black leggings black socks and a pair of black high heel boots, by the time she was done getting ready it was 8:00 so she went out into the living room to grab her phone charger purse and phone and just as she got everything in her bag there was a knock at her door

"Hey, wow you look amazing" Hank said as she opened the door he then handed her the red roses he got her

"Thank you um let me put these in some water" she said as she opened the door wider to let him in

After she put the flowers in water hank lead her out to his car and opened the door for her which she gave him a smile for

Hank had planned this he was going to take her to dinner and then if it wasn't too cold a walk in the park

AFTER DINNER

Y/n and hank were walking threw the park and Hank noticed the snow starting to pick up and that Y/N was shivering

"Hey let's get out of here before the snow picks up too bad" he said as he put his jacket around her shoulders

"Okay" she said as she intertwined there fingers and laid her head on his shoulder as they walked back to the car

"My place is closer we can stay there and wait out the storm" Hank said as they started driving and Y/N nodded

By the time they got to Hanks place it was nearly 11 o'clock at night so Hank guided her inside once they were inside hank shut the door

"Can I get you anything" Hank asked as she used him to support herself as she slipped her shoes off

"No I'm okay" she said once she finished getting her shoes off hank nodded and lead her over to the living room

"I'll be back" he said and she nodded then went over to the window seat sat down and watched as the snow started to fall harder

Hank had come back into the living room with a blanket when he found Y/N sat on the window seat looking out the the snow

He walked over to her and draped it over her shoulders then sat behind her in which she leaned back so her back was to his chest and they stayed like that until she fell asleep around 12:30 so hank gently moved her then picked her up bridal style and carried her up to his bed where he laid her down

"Stay, please" she said sleepily

"I'm not going anywhere babygirl" Hank said as he layer down next to her to which she moved her head to rest on his chest

Hank rested one of his hands on her lower back and rubbed circles as he used his other hand to run his fingers threw her hair

He felt her body relax as she fell asleep he kissed the top of her head and held her for a while before going to sleep himself

In the morning Hank woke up and Y/N was still asleep laying next to him so he kissed the top of her head before slipping out of bed and making his way to the kitchen to start cooking breakfast

Hank was almost finished cooking when he heard Y/N walk into the kitchen

"Good morning" he said as she sat down on one of the bar stools

"Morning" she said as she pulled her hair up into a high ponytail

"Here" Hank said sliding a plate of food in front of her

"Thanks" she replied and started eating once they both finished eating Hank washed the dishes as Y/N went to grab her phone

Once she came back downstairs she sat on the couch with Hank as he read over some case files and she watched tv

Hank had been reading files for over an hour when he looked up at what Y/N was watching then down to see her fast asleep so he grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and covered her with it

Y/N woke up about an hour later and just stayed in Hanks arms talking laughing and smiling while he read case files when when hank said

"The snow has stopped in case you wanna go back to your place" Hank said as he look at her from the case file he was reading and she nodded as she sat up

Later

Hank had dropped Y/N off at her house and said goodbye

Y/M showered and changed into comfy clothes before settling on her couch smiling while thinking about the tone she spent with Hank when she heard her door be kicked in she jumped up and was met with a man with a gun pointed at her

Her gun was in her room so she was unarmed and scared

"I'm gonna make Hank feel my pain" the man said before shooting her 3 times

Once in the chest and twice in the abdomen before running out

Y/N was able to reach her phone and called the first number that popped up

"Hey babygirl" Hank said as he answered the phone

"Help" Y/N said weakly

"What wrong" he asked worriedly

"Please" She whispered

"I'm on my way just hold on for me princess" he said and sped up when he didn't get an answer

He got to her place to see her laying on the floor surrounded in a pool of blood he ran to her and picked her up bringing her into his arms and that's when she stopped breathing and he started to do C.P.R while calling 911 but she just wouldn't come back he couldn't get a pulse but he wasn't gonna give up yet not when he just got her

Then she finally started breathing slow shallow breaths but she was breathing he held her close to his body as he waited for the ambulance

———————TO BE CONTINUE———————

DUN DUN DUNNNN

What'll happen

Will Y/N live

You may never know because I may never tell...

That's a lie part 3 coming soon!

Would it be mean to kill Y/N while hank is holding her and the guy never be caught??!!!

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heycallmeladytypewriter · 4 years

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The Call of a Siren- Chapter Four

Chapter One / Two / Three

A/N: Here is the promised longer chapter! You'll notice I changed some minor things, something I will occasionally do as most writers. Once again, if anyone is interested in beta reading please DM me! Enjoy!

I don't own My Hero Academia. I only own my own characters and the story I create within Horikoshi's masterpiece of a world I'd love to live in.

The next day was more of a normal school day. Well, almost.

Present Mic was going on and on about proper grammar of the sentences he would write and adjust on the board for fifteen minutes before Delia zoned out. She didn’t get much sleep as yesterday’ s fitness tests scores bothered her still. She was second to last which only reminded her of her lack of experience using her quirk. Once again, she felt frustrated being raised in an ‘anti-quirk’ home. Everyone else except Midoriya and herself had years of training and time to figure out their abilities but at the very least Midoriya had All Might. She had no one.

“Oi brat! Stop doing that!” Angry boy hissed in her ear. She jolted in her seat before realizing she was rapidly clicking her pen - a habit of hers when deep in thought. Delia lifted her pen slightly so he could see it and clicked it a few more times aggressively before putting it down on her desk.

Then he kicked her chair leg a bit when Present Mic turned around to write more sentences on the board. Bastard. Just another happy reminder that she sat in front of Bakugo which was already proving to be the pain in the ass she figured it would be when assigned. She curled her hands around the edge of the desk to prevent from turning in her seat to kick him in the shins.

She was practically bouncing to get out of her seat for hero training just to get a break from sitting in the same room for the past few hours. That was one thing she probably wouldn't come to love- staying in the same classroom for multiple classes rather than back home she would change classrooms with each subject - something she liked due to stretching her legs, changing seats, different people, and getting away from the asshole who kicks her chair when she annoys him.

“ I AM HERE!” All Might rushed in with his booming voice, “COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A HERO!”

Everyone immediately sat up in their seats in excitement that the number one hero was...well coming through the door like a hero! The class practically jumped out of their seats they were so excited.

“I can't believe it's really All Might.”

“So he really is a teacher! This year is gonna be totally awesome!”

All Might marched right over to the podium as the class took in his choice to wear his Silver Age costume which was pretty cool. He announced that he will be teaching ‘Hero-ing 101’ and that today he was starting off with battle training.

“Fight training!” Bakugo growled out excitedly while Midoriya countered with a nervous “Real combat?”

“But one of the keys of being a hero is looking good!” He swept his giant arm towards the wall expanding with numbered briefcases. “These were designed for you specifically based on your Quirk registration forms and the requests you sent in before school started. So everyone grab your assigned cases by your number and get to the locker rooms! Meet me at Training Ground Beta!”

The girls around her were chatting away while opening their cases but Delia sat with it in her lap for a few moments.

“Wow, you guys look great.” Delia said to the girls. Momo Yaoyorozu was dressed in a simple red leotard with a chunky yellow utility belt and short red boots. Mina Ashido gave her a twirl in her new costume of a cute camo-like body suit of teal and purple with a short cropped fuzzy jacket. It was random out of context but given what little she had seen of the bubbly girl - it weirdly worked. Kyoka Jiro rocked ripped jeans, a long coral shirt, black jacket with a popped collar, and what looked like giant chunky boots with a speaker in them. Tsuyu Asui was a ‘frog’ personified in a black and green suit with webbed feet and giant goggles on her head. Lastly, Ochaco Uraraka looked like an adorable astronaut in her pink and black suit with her cute oversized boots and wrist accents. Yaoyorozu smiled at her compliment, “Thank you. Why aren’t you getting dressed?”

“Are you nervous, Bell?” Asui asked her, looking concerned.

Delia pulled on her neck, “A bit, yeah. But I’ll be fine.” Ashido let out a small squeal and nudged her, “Well then put on your costume! We wanna see you looking great with us!”

Delia bit her lip before clicking open the clasps to reveal her new costume she spent months trying to create. Blowing air out her cheeks, she stood up and placed it on the bench to start dressing. “Here goes nothing.”

“They say that clothes make the pros young ladies and gentlemen, and behold, you are the proof!” All Might stood a few feet ahead of them as they entered Training Ground Beta. “Take this to heart. From now on you are all...heroes in training!”

Everyone was checking out one another's costumes as they walked. The guys looked great except Mineta’s looked like he was in a diaper so that was an odd choice. When she saw Midoriya run out she almost facepalmed. Way to be obvious dude. The simplistic green and red design was fine but the hood part of it resembled too much of his all time favorite person. Her eyes kept scanning until it landed on the person practically foaming at the mouth to start.

If she had to be honest with herself, she would say he had one of the best costumes but she wouldn’t tell him that. He wore a tight tank top with a large orange ‘X’ in front, a belt with what looked like grenades on the side, some hardcore knee pads, then down to some heavy duty boots. The giant grenade gauntlets hooked on each arm looked heavy so she hoped he could take them off in a tight spot. She let out a small snort... Of course the boy with anger management problems would resemble a human grenade.

Biting her lip, she looked down at herself wondering if her costume matched her the same way. She pulled her hair up in a high ponytail mostly for practical purposes. She wore a high collar but sleeveless open shirt that was hooked to her by a small silver belt under her chest. She was wearing a silver strapless swim top underneath as well as black small swim shorts that could be seen as well because her thick skirt was cut into three large panels- two on each hip covering her sides and partly her backside and then one straight down the middle with a medium silver utility belt fastening it to her person. One of her favorite pieces was her, as she liked to call them, her ‘ass kicking boots’ that went to midthigh and had thick non-slip soles and a slight wedge heel. Plus, they were pretty with their silver intricate designs. She also had silver gauntlets on her arms. The coolest feature was her water storage system. In the event, she was without any water near her to use her quirk she had compartments built into her suit. Every silver accent and design on her clothes like her boots, shorts, belts, and gauntlets were made of some ridiculously strong but flexible material that was hollowed and filled with water that she could pull from or store for emergencies. It wasn’t a massive amount but was enough for a quick emergency whip or two. Plus, everything was in a shade of dark azure blue. She felt like a water warrior.

Momo Yaoyorozu came over to her and knocked her with her hip, smiling. “Told you. You look great and it seems some others are taking notice.” She subtly nodded off the side where Angry Boy was standing diligently. Delia frowned because she had no idea what she was talking about but before she could open her mouth to say that she heard weird breathing down behind them.

“God, I love this school.” They turned to see Mineta standing way too close and way too happy.

“Okay, that’s just wonderful. Go love the school from over there, please.” Delia pointed to the group of others gathered a couple feet away. Yaoyorozu even went as far to actually ‘shoo’ him with hand gestures like he was a bug. That had Delia cracking up which prompted Momo to start giggling with her as he trudged over to the other group when All Might cleared his throat to signify class was starting. The class promptly lined up to face the number one hero.

“Now that you're ready, it's time for combat training!”

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As they got settled in the monitoring room, she introduced herself to her partner for the exercise today. She spotted him a few feet from her in a martial arts costume and noted that he was the kid with the really big tail. Delia walked right up to him and stuck her hand out, “Hi, I’m Delia Bell. Looks like you’re stuck with me today for the ‘mission.’” She used air quotes for that last word jokingly.

“Oh hey! I’m Mashirao Ojiro. Happy to be stuck with you.” He joked back. “So I think we should watch this first run and get some idea of our strategy, sound good?”

“Agreed.” With that, they turned to the screen as the first mission started. Unfortunately, her excitement abated because she had a really bad feeling considering who was involved in this group as Midoriya and Uraraka walked through the building.

After a few turned corners, it started...then never really stopped. The class was on the edge of their seats after Midoriya laid Bakugo out flat on the floor and declared his hero name, “Deku.” Despite the escalating situation, Delia smiled proudly as Midoriya basically gave Bakugo the finger as he took back the name that was used to hurt him and stood his ground. Unfortunately, this only encouraged Bakugo to continue with full force. Midoriya then used his impatience to trick him again with the capture tape they were given before the match and ducked under another explosive punch before running down the corridor.

“The little guy’s really good!” The boy in a yellow bodysuit standing beside Jiro commented.

“He’s holding his own and he hasn’t even used his quirk yet!” The boy dressed in what looked like a tape dispenser helmet (?) said impressed.

We watched as Midoriya ran from Bakugo until he was completely lost to him. Bakugo began to yell furiously, “DAMMIT! You were tricking me for years by acting weak! Bet you’ve been laughing behind my back, huh?” If this idiot only knew…

“Come out and face me you coward!” Bakugo was blowing up doors left and right but walking with such arrogance, Delia was surprised his giant sized ego could fit through the door.

Meanwhile, Uraraka finally reached Iida who again proved his intelligence by hiding everything in the room that she could possibly float and use against him. She snickered when she heard Iida’s ‘evil voice’ while calling Uraraka a ‘do-gooder,’ What a dork.

“That isn’t a bad idea really.”

“What is? Hiding everything?”

“Yeah. Something to take a mental note of and I also think maybe we should try sticking together and allowing the ‘do-gooders,’ ”Delia again snickered at his impression of villain Iida, “to come to us on our home turf.”

She nodded, “Sounds like a plan to me.”

They both turned back to the screens to see Midoriya had found Bakugo who was now smiling which probably was a bad sign. “ Since you’re such a stalker, by now you probably know how my Quirk, Explosion, works. I secrete a nitroglycerin-like sweat from my hands and make it blow up. Imagine what I could do if I had a lot of it. “ He stood back into a lunge with his arm extended to the boy across from him. Oh, no . “That's right, these gauntlets aren't just for show. I’ve been storing my sweat for one monster blast.” Okay, One: Ew. Two: Mega Oh, no.

“Young Bakugo! Don’t do it! You’ll kill him!” All Might yelled into his microphone that she assumed was connected to their ear pieces.

“ He’ll be fine as long as he dodges !” Bakugo yelled right back and pulled the pin.

Delia’s hand went out to Ojiro's arm next to her as if to brace herself from what she just witnessed. He didn’t push her off as he too stared in horror at the screen.

“Whoa, whoa! This is fucking nuts!” Kirishima called out as the whole building they were in shook from the blast.

“Come in! Come in, Midoriya!” All Might was all but pressed against the screen as the dust cleared and we saw a giant hole where the walls and windows once were in the room. The class collectively sighed in relief when we heard a weak, “Is that even allowed?”

Then this goddamn psycho came out of the smoke and laughed. Laughed!

“Go ahead. Use your stupid Quirk on me, Deku.” He crouched low and smiled that disturbing smile again. He almost looked unhinged. “Even if you use everything you’ve got, you’ll never beat me.”

“Sir, isn’t this getting outta hand? That Bakugo is getting real crazy. He’s gonna kill ‘im!” Kirishima voiced Delia’s exact thoughts. The class all nodded in agreement and looked at their teacher expecting him to follow suit and shut this down.

“Not so.” Sorry, what? “Bakugo. Use that stored-up power again and I’ll stop this fight. You’re team will lose.”

“ Huh? ”

“To employ such a strong attack indoors is inviting the destruction of the stronghold you should be protecting. That’s a poor strategy, whether you’re a hero or a villain. The penalty would be a massive loss of points.”

That resulted in an angry yell before he rushed Midoriya who was talking to his partner. It seemed he had a plan though she couldn’t even see how at this point especially how her floating herself to the weapon earlier didn’t work against Iida’s speed. Midoriya threw a punch but Bakugo, in an amazing amount of speed and skill, flipped mid-air using a small blast and counter attacked from behind to hit Midoriya right in the back with a strong explosion.

“He doesn’t come off as a guy with strategy. But he’s actually quite intelligent.”

Ashido, Kirishima, and Delia took their eyes off the battle for a moment to look at the boy half covered in ice. “What’re you talkin’ about?”

“He changed his trajectory while in midair and using a blast that doubled as a smokescreen. Very clever.”

Yaoyorozu chimed in with noting his ability to understand the physics of the situation and his Quirk. Denki Kaminari, whose name she remembered only due to that Mr. Aizawa had already used it so much in a day and a half because he was a high school five year old, moaned, “Ugh, Bakugo is uber talented. I hate it.” Delia pressed her lips together because while she agreed with her classmates on Angry Boy, she was still horrified by his behavior as he continued to beat the hell out of Midoriya. This oh, so intelligent and talented boy is basically throwing a tantrum and he had the nerve to call her ‘brat.’

“This is hard to watch! All he has to do is wrap tape around him, not kill him.” Ashido cried out.

“Bakugo is certainly acting like a villain.” Tokoyami responded.

“I thought Midoriya was pretty amazing at the start of the fight, but he’s completely outmatched in terms of combat power. Not to mention, Bakugo seems like a natural at all this stuff.”

“Give him a chance.” Delia said sharply. Kaminari looked at her surprised as her tone was with more bite than she intended. “Sorry. But give him a chance.”

Delia turned back to the screen once again and saw the boys facing off again but near a different set of windows. They exchanged words then lunged at one another but this time it was different. Midoriya was finally using his Quirk and Bakugo’s hands started sparking up as well.

Delia gripped her arms harder, “All Might…”

“They’re gonna kill each other! Sir!”

The Pro hero said nothing but gripped his tiny microphone hard enough it should've been in splinters before speaking into it, “Both of you-”

“Uraraka, now!” The class looked up at the video feed of the others and the brunette grabbed hold of a pillar. All of a sudden, Midoriya punch for Bakugo went upwards creating a giant amount of force to break the ceiling above as he took on Bakugo’s explosion head on. “SMASH!”

His punch created massive amounts of debris for Uraraka to use and she used the pillar she held onto as a bat and swung the floor pieces at Iida. As he was distracted in fending off the debris, she floated herself over to the weapon thus winning the mission.

The class was entirely silent as All Might declared the hero team the winners. Was this really a win?

After a few moments, she heard Ojiro say, “Okay...we aren’t going to do that.”

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“Match two! Team B will be our heroes! Team I will be the villains!”

As Ojiro stretched, Delia pulled out some water from her belt to form a whip. “Hey, I’m going to hide behind one of the pillars near the door so I can surprise them.”

He nodded, “Good idea.”

The buzzer went off.

As they braced themselves for the heroes, it turns out Shoto Todoroki had different ideas. All of a sudden, the whole room was covered in freezing ice. Her boots were stuck in ice and as she peeked around the corner of the pillar so was Ojiro's. Damn. I didn’t think he had power like this!

“This Quirk is insane.”

She may be stuck but she still had her whip which she kept moving to prevent from freezing. They both stilled when they heard footsteps.

“Pry yourself up if you want, but it might be hard to fight me with no skin on the bottom of your feet.”

“Good thing I wore boots then!” Delia kicked herself free and lashed her whip around Todoroki’s right arm which wasn’t covered in ice. His eyes widened slightly before freezing her whip around his arm but she had another one at the ready that grabbed his arm again and tugged as if to throw him back but he had stuck himself to the floor with his left side. Before she could react, he covered her body from the chest down in ice preventing Delia from doing anything more.

“The hero team winnnnnns!” All Might announced over the loudspeaker.

“Fucking dammit!” She muttered as she tried to break free of the ice. But she didn’t need to as Todoroki suddenly emitted enough heat to defrost the whole building, Ojiro gasped, “Heat, too?”

Delia scrunched her face as everything was now wet which would’ve been great if the fight was still going. “It’s not your fault. We’re just playing on different levels.” Well, damn. Thanks so much. He said it so mildly and without emotion as if it was as simple of a fact that two plus two equals four. For some reason, she couldn’t find her anger at it because he was right. Delia felt deflated as he walked right back out the door he came in. Ojiro shrugged at her, “It’s the second day. We’ll get it next time.” She attempted a small smile at his effort to not seem upset on how quickly that ended. She gathered some of the water on the floor and refilled her tanks before walking out with her partner.

They settled back in the screening room as each battle went on. Delia took the time to see everyone’s Quirk and was impressed by how power heavy the class seemed. Acid, shadow, hardening, tape, energy beams, and it went on which was great to watch but definitely put even more attention on how short her and Ojiro’s battle went. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Bakugo far from the group with his gaze on the floor and teeth gritted. He was not taking this well. Maybe I wasn’t far off in the unhinged part from earlier...

Delia was half tempted to see if he was alright, which she obviously could tell he wasn’t, but pulled herself back as she did not like how he was in his battle in the slightest. The urge never went away as her classmates continued the missions and she kept one eye on the screen and the other on the boy looking on the verge of a crisis in the corner.

Finally, everyone had battled and class was dismissed with a quick congrats speech in from their teacher then an even quicker exit as he zoomed right out. Delia figured it was because he was losing his stamina at holding his form.

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Back in the classroom, Delia was putting her books in her bag when she heard the door open.

It was Midoriya who looked much better than when she saw him last. A bunch of the class ran to meet and introduce themselves to him which was a nice change of pace for him, she assumed. She doubted he was very popular in his last school considering how he and Bakugo came from the same school.

“Tokoyami! Stop using that desk as a chair!” Iida walked determinedly to the boy sitting on his desk while he talked to her former mission partner and Jiro. Jiro put her hand on her hip and said, “Dude, you need to chill.”

Ojiro pointed at him, “You’re carrying a lot of tension.”

Iida slumped forward in defeat as she walked over to the small group, “No one understands.” Delia swung herself on the desk next to Iida which caused them to laugh as she put her hand on his shoulder with comfort and some slight mocking, “It’s okay, Iida. Someday they’ll learn proper manners and respect.”

He sighed and nodded before turning to her, “Yes, well uh - Oh, c'mon!”

Delia giggled and swung her legs like a child, “I said they would. I didn’t say I would too.” She giggled again when the blue haired boy pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation before walking away.

“Hey, Bell.” She looked up from laughing at Jiro. “Yeah?”

“Is that a My Chemical Romance button on your bag?” Delia looked over to her desk with her various buttons and stickers on the side of her bag.

“Yes, it is. You a fan?”

“Major.”

“I listen to them occasionally as well.” Tokoyami threw in. Jiro grinned, “Nice to know some of us have some taste.” Ojiro scratched the back of his head, “Well, I guess I have none.”

“It’s alright. We’ll just have to educate you!” Jiro elbowed him gently. Delia looked at her watch then hopped off the desk, “Oops. I have to catch my train!”

When she ran outside, her eyebrows raised as she saw that Midoriya and All Might were staring off into the distance. Delia waved at them, “Feel better, Midoriya. Have a nice night, Sir!”

Running down the hill, she flew up to Bakugo and found her feet slowing a bit. They looked at each other for a moment and Delia opened her mouth to say something before she thought better of it and continued down the hill to catch her train home.

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yodawgiherd · 4 years

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Red flag pt.4

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Entering the BDSM club, Mikasa finally gets to see what Eren does for a living.

Intimacy and anonymity, those were the two feelings that the interior invoked the most. The light was muted, the colors dark, and her worry about the dress code completely unnecessary. Sure, a woman was wearing a beautiful evening gown, complete with elbow-length gloves, but she was talking to a guy in ripped jeans and a skull-decorated t-shirt. As Mikasa made her way through the club, she noticed that about a half of the attendants were masked, just as she was, the other half were probably regulars and didn’t feel the need to cover their identity. To get a better look at the overall layout, she parked herself at the bar, leaning on the wood and almost immediately being approached by a bartender.

“What can I get you miss?”

Unsure of what people even drank here and knowing that she would have to drive home anyway, Mikasa decided for a safe route.

“A soda please.”

Soon the glass was at her elbow and the man left to serve other guests, leaving her alone. Taking a sip of the beverage, Mikasa looked around, taking the whole thing in. The club wasn’t big, but not small either, with several tables as well as booths for more privacy. The centerpiece that everything was aimed towards wasn’t the bar she was standing at, but a raised stage at the wall, obvious place where the performances took place. In fact, one was taking place right now.

A woman was there, dressed in a way Mikasa saw during her online research into Eren’s way of life. Thigh-high boots on killer heels, latex bodysuit, there wasn’t any skin shown yet it was sexy as hell. The whiteness of her outfit sat well with the blonde color of her hair. The woman’s attention was focused solely on the man kneeling in front of her, facing away, as she twirled a whip between her gloved fingers. He was much more naked than the woman, dressed only in shorts and some sort of leather harness around the neck and shoulders. Despite the situation they were in, the blonde’s expression was that of a statue, completely calm. As Mikasa watched on, captured by the scene, she raised the whip and with a loud smack brought it against the man’s back. His whole body tensed at the impact, on the verge of collapse as the hit was strong if Mikasa was any judge. They must have been at this for some time now because the abused skin was positively red, welted from the abuse.

“She’s really letting him have it tonight.”, said someone to Mikasa’s right, making her turn.

A tall, freckled girl was standing there, leaning on the bar exactly as Mikasa was, her eyes watching the performance. Dressed in a leather jacket and jeans, she was relaxed, unlike Mikasa, this was definitely not her first rodeo. There was a twinkle in her gaze when she turned towards the newbie and continued.

“I know that it looks scary, but I assure you that he’s enjoying it. Plus, most dommes aren’t this harsh, Annie is one of a kind.”

So that was the Mistress A, Eren’s mentor and friend. But despite valuing the confirmation, Mikasa wasn’t sure why the woman was talking to her in the first place. If she was looking for a playmate, she would have to look elsewhere, as Mikasa was not here for that.

“Why are you telling me this?”, she asked.

“You are new, aren’t you?”

“Is it that obvious?”

Freckles grinned.

“You are rigid, your whole body is tense.”, she reached over, poking Mikasa in the shoulder, “Relax.”

The raven’s eyes floated back towards the stage, where Annie was. Their performance finished, she and the man got a round of applause before disappearing backstage, but the mental image of the welts on the guy’s back was burned into Mikasa’s mind.

“Easy for you to say.”

“Nah, you are just spooked by Annie beating the living shit out of people. The next act should be much softer, I promise.”

“How do you know?”

The girl’s smile widened.

“I just do. Oh, and I’m Ymir, by the way.”

“Mi-“, was all Mikasa got out before she realized that she was wearing a goddamn mask to keep anonymous. Ymir noticed her blunder, chuckling.

“If you want to stay anon, that’s fine by me. I’ll just call you Mi then.”

To cover for her stumble, and because she was also genuinely curious, Mikasa pushed the issue and went on the offensive, as the best defense is often an attack.

“You can’t just say that you know and not elaborate. You said that I should relax, so stop being such a tight ass with information.”

“Feisty are we? But you have a point. The thing is, I’m not into this whole thing,”, Ymir gestured vaguely around the club, “but my girlfriend is, so that’s why I’m here. That’s also why I know that the next performance will be much softer because she is not into these hardcore beatings Annie can do.”

“Your girlfriend? She’s going to be here?”

“That’s right.”

“And you don’t mind?”

“Why should I?”, Ymir raised an eyebrow, “She’s been into this for a long time, and it would be damn selfish if I demanded that she stop because of me, no? Plus, when she’s on the stage, you can see that she’s genuinely having fun, and I would never take that away from her.”

Just then, the excited murmur that ran through the club announced that the stage was no longer vacant.

“Speak of the devil.”, Ymir said, looking away from Mikasa and back towards the raised floor, “There she is.”

The girl on the stage was also blonde as Annie was, but shorter and somehow much less imposing. Might have been the clothes, as instead of a catsuit and high heels she was wearing a piece that looked like what gymnast wear. It was made from latex, Mikasa guessed, and left her legs bare while covering her upper body and arms. Her face was also much different, excited and slightly flushed. The other person who entered behind her, now that was someone Mikasa knew, and her own cheeks got redder just by watching him move.

Eren wasn’t dressed in anything scandalous. A suit, dark as a sin, the perfect fit betraying that it was tailored specifically for him. Eren’s hands were covered too, in black leather gloves, the only skin visible from his whole body was the dark smile. His hair was pulled back into a short ponytail and he even had a mask on, but it was more of a decoration than an attempt to hide who he was. Mikasa would guess that everyone in the club knew that, and the little lacy piece sitting around his eyes did nothing to confuse them. Eren had a small smile on his lips when he dipped his head to whisper something in the girl’s ear, making her giggle. At the same time, a ring slowly descended from above, stopping to hover over the pair.

“Ooh, a suspension, those are fun.”, Ymir noted, “Krista will love it.”

So that was Krista. First Annie, now Krista, Mikasa felt like she was meeting every important woman in Eren’s life tonight. Focusing back on the scene, she saw a table in the back of the stage, one that wasn’t there before, laden with various tools and things that she had trouble identifying, even with her research beforehand. Maybe Eren was feeling basic tonight, or maybe he wanted to show off, but the thing he picked up wasn’t any of the spreader bars and bondage tools, but a simple rope. He showed it to the crowd first, like a magician, creating a ripple of laughter.

“Comedian.”, Ymir commented next to her.

Comedian or not, when Eren got to work the whole club fell silent. Mikasa didn’t fully understand what was happening in front of her, but her breathing got agitated anyway. One thing she could say for sure, and that was that Eren was very good at this. He knelt, working on his partner’s legs first, nudging them apart with a firm hand. He sneaked the ropes around Krista’s thighs, creating diamond-shaped patters against her.

Rope here and there, between her legs, pulled tight and pressing hard into the skin. For some reason, It felt like there were ropes between Mikasa’s thighs too and she pressed them together just to be sure, letting out a sigh. Far from done, Eren quickly grabbed another rope when he was finished, working on Krista’s upper body after. Hands behind her back, straight, he bound them together in various loops that went all the way from the wrist to her elbows. Another one, and now he was wrapping her chest, intricate circles around her breasts and suggestive shapes below, all the way down to join the ropes between her thighs. In preparation for the suspension, Eren guided the ropes up and through the ring, giving her body a safety net.

He was not the only one who knew what he was doing, Krista was no beginner either, letting her weight rest against the ropes instead of keeping rigid, allowing him to work without worrying. She was incredibly flexible, as Eren claimed before, Mikasa couldn’t help but wince when he pulled her leg up high, much higher than the raven could do. She had no idea how long Eren worked, time didn’t matter here, his hands moving fast, delicate long fingers dancing over Krista’s body.

Then he was done, casting inspecting eye over the ropework and whispering something to Krista. When he got a resolute nod in return, he stepped back, giving a thumbs up to someone in the backstage. With a muted sound, the ring went up, pulling the bound body into the air.

It wasn’t high, just a few centimeters above ground, but that was more than enough to take Mikasa’s breath away. Krista hung in the ropes, no resistance from her side, wrapped up so beautifully that she looked like an ornament. Bend at angles that Mikasa didn’t think were possible, her small body was a work of art too, and together with Eren’s efforts, they created a thing of beauty together. Somehow, Mikasa felt as if she was the one hanging up there, fully on display, tied up yet free at the same time. It wasn’t some sort of dark and painful dominance, this side was exactly as soft as Ymir said. It didn’t matter that Eren tied Krista up, they were partners in this, not a master and a slave. The ropes restrained, sure, but they were a decoration too, beautiful knots pressed into white skin.

The club erupted into applause. Eren took a step back, gesturing towards Krista as if most of the work has been done by her. He still bowed, and when he straightened, Mikasa could swear that the green eyes from behind the mask met hers. They stared at each other while the ruckus continued around them, while Krista still hung from the metal ring, obvious to anything. Mikasa’s mental image of being on the stage was complete – she was the one tied up, suspended, on display for the whole club. She was the one Eren restrained, tightly yet lovingly at the same, she remembered how the leather of his gloves felt when he spread her thighs far apart. She could see him, kneeling between her legs, his eyes staring into hers as he wrapped the rope around one toned thigh, decorating the porcelain skin with the rope.

Mikasa's cheeks were positively aflame now, breathing labored, and she couldn’t tear her eyes from the stage. The thing that happened, it wasn’t even that sexual in nature, both the performers were fully clothed, but it was the hottest thing she was in her entire life. Her thighs have been rubbing against one another for some time, and to say that Mikasa was turned on would be an understatement. Heart beating heavily in her chest, she didn’t even realize how close she was until Ymir spoke, breaking the spell.

“Damn.”, the tall girl whispered, “He’s good.”

Embarrassed all of a sudden, humiliated that she was made this desperate by a sight alone, Mikasa turned away, hiding her face behind a curtain of midnight hair. This wasn’t supposed to happen, Eren invited her to make her feel more comfortable with what he does, not to turn her into…. Into what? Confused, still flushed, Mikasa shifted on her chair while the applause finally died down.

The performance was done.

#eremika #fanfic #snk #aot

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Keep Calm and Go to London chapter 16

Synopsis: This is the story of (y/n), a successful actress, musician, musical producer and songwriter. After battling depression and breaking up a long relationship, she seeks for a change of air, escaping LA for a while going to visit some friends in London and there she meets Henry. -Disclaimer: some chapters are mostly smut.

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Triggers: SMUT ( s&m); use of slang and cursing words; mention of body image issues.

Disclaimer: I made this chapter as a challenge to myself. The idea was to write something inspired by songs and I’ve made a playlist with some songs which parts of the lyrics will be included on the chapter. At the end I’ll post the playlist in the order that the songs appeared. This chapter doesn’t contain vital information to the story (if so, I’ll talk about it again in another chapter), so if you are not into this type of stories, you can skip this chapter and continue with the next one.

Tag list: Here’s the incredible people who showed me support (thank you so much for that) and people who asked me to tag them too ☺️ (I think I will write a few chapters of this story, if you want me to tag you, tell me ☺️ ) @cavillanche @mary-ann84 @henry-owns-these-tatas @yespolkadotkitty @dancingwendigo constip8merm8 penwieldingdreamer iloveyouyen littlefreya wondersofdreaming alyxkbrl solariumss sweetybuzz25 @thethirstyarchive @agniavateira @honeyloverogers @hell1129-blog @lunedelorient @michelle-1185

-I've got a surprise for you tonight - you said to Henry as he was turning off the computer after playing games. - Do you? What is it about? - he asked, curious and amused. - If I tell you, it won't be a surprise, right? You replied grinning devilishly and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. - Hmmm... it's a Bond Girl type of surprise? - he questioned as he raised an eyebrow, smirking pleased by the idea. - Well, something like that. - you told him laughing. - Do I have to wear a suit or something? - Let me think... - you paused for a second- Oh... I know... Do you, by any chance, still have the shirt that you used on the video that you appeared with Simon for Vanity Fair to promote Mission Impossible? - you asked him, pouting like an innocent little girl. - The black shirt? Yes, I still got it. I'll put it on for you then. - he assured you, and you smile at him excitedly. - This is going to be a night you won't forget- you promised as you got closer to kiss him. - Oh, every night is a night that'll I never forget. I feel like I remember everything that we've done since I met you. - You're a smooth talker, aren't you Mr Cavill? - you finished as you kissed him.

The great thing about becoming confident with your body again was the fact that you felt free to show another side of you. The part of you which didn't care about anything that people might think and was not afraid to explore when it came to pleasure. When you were with your ex-boyfriend, the first years after you started dating again after a three-year break, you were this woman. You not only enjoyed sex but discover that you liked being in charge. The last years of that relationship, made you put that confident woman in a deep sleep because he failed in making you feel desire. There were periods in which you wouldn't even have sex because he was always "busy" with work. On one occasion, he completely ignored you, that was wearing sexy lingerie as if you were invisible. That affected you a lot. But now, Henry brought back that side of you. He made you feel beautiful and sexy all the time. He didn't shame you for your lust, he enjoyed it as well. His sexual side amused you a lot. He was shy, sometimes a bit too much, but at the same time, you could tell every time that you put yourself in charge of the situation that is was something new for him. He was clearly used to be the one to do most of the work in the bedroom. At first, you could feel that he was surprised by your dominance, by he enjoyed it too much and became his favourite thing. Let you choose the positions and all was something that he became accustomed to. But, he also knew that you were a sucker for his kisses, so he would use that against you to distract you and take the lead again. And you allowed him that because you adored the fact that he had the strength to take you as if you were light as a feather and move you in the position that he pleased at the moment. Between the two of you, there was no doubt that you were the one most comfortable with playing games and creating new situations for fun. This wasn't because he didn't have that on him, because as soon as you started something, he gladly played the role you assigned for him. It was mostly due to a lack of practice. Even though he admitted having one night stands on the past, he was mostly a man that preferred to exclusively being intimate with partners and his previous girlfriends apparently weren't too much into the idea of roleplay and other kinky stuff. You didn't know much about it, because he was a gentleman and respected the intimacy of his former lovers.

The night came. As soon as you finished getting ready, you texted Henry to let him know that he could come into the room. He opened the door and found a chair a few steps away from the bed. There was a note on it that read "Sit and close your eyes until you're told otherwise." He did as it was told. His heart was beating fast due to the excitement and expectation. Moments past and finally he felt the soft touch of your hands on his arms. Then, you grabbed both of his hands and put on a pair of handcuffs. You softly bite the lobule of his ear and his cheek. He laughed as an act of reflex due to the tingly sensation. "Keep your eyes closed" you ordered him as you walked away. Music started to sound in the room. It wasn't partying or romantic music. At first sounded mysterious, like the perfect for the soundtrack of a vampire movie. But, after seconds the tone change into metal. The seductive raspy voice of a woman invaded the room.

I'm the girl you've been thinking about The one thing you can't live without I'm the girl you've been waiting for I'll have you down on your knees, I'll have you begging for more. [ ... ] So how can this be, you're praying to me There's a look in your eyes, I know just what that means I can be, I can be your everything

I can be your whore I am the dirt you created I am your sinner, I am your whore But let me tell you something, baby You love me for everything you hate me for.

"Open your eyes", you ordered. He did that and saw you standing in front of him. You were wearing a black sleeveless latex bodysuit that had a plunging neckline and short boots with pointy heels. In your face, you had a lace masquerade face eye mask and a blood colour lipstick on your lips. Your hair was straight, tight in a high ponytail. You came closer to him. Slowly, place your index finger on his lips, locked eyes with him and grinning devilish. You turned around as the song finished and a new one started to play. You started to move to the sound of the music.

I must confess I'm addicted to this Shove your kiss straight through my chest I can't deny, I'd die without this Make me feel like a god Music, love and sex (Adrenalize me)

You moved sensually and slowly, touching your own body to the sound of the music and giving him looks, knowing how much he'd loved to be the one touching your body.

Get a little bit higher So we can fall 'til we bleed Push a little bit harder Pull me into the speed So tell me, can you feel this Come into my dream Are you ready to awaken? Are you ready to feed? 'Cause I need to feel Yeah, I need to say

You dropped on your knees and put your hands on the floor as well, classic doggy style position and moved erotically. You give yourself a few spanks, hard enough for him to listen to the sound of the collision of your hand with your butt, even with the loud music playing, and leaving red marks. You crawled to him placing your hands on his thighs and rubbing them. You could see that he was already hard. Lust and desire were visible on his eyes. He wanted you. He wanted you now. But the games were just starting. A new song was playing while you continue moving your hands up and down his thighs.

Is it sick of me To need control of you Is it sick to make You beg the way I do Is it sick of me To want you crawling on your knees Is it sick to say I want you biting down on me

Are you sick like me

Am I beautiful As I tear you to pieces Am I beautiful Even at my ugliest, you always say

I'm beautiful As you tear me to pieces You are beautiful Even at your ugliest, I always say You're beautiful and sick like me

As the song was getting closer to his end, you stood up again and way away from him, offering a nice view of your ass on the way and the stopped and moved your hips from side to side. The following song was from a different band, same style. This was music that Henry wasn't accustomed to, but he was still enjoying the game you were playing with him.

All I desire (Temptation) Keep climbing higher and higher (Temptation)

Adorable creatures (Temptation) (With unacceptable features (Temptation)

And trouble is coming (Temptation) It's just the high course of lovin' (Temptation)

And you can take it or leave it (Temptation) But you better believe it

As the song was playing its chorus, you got closer to him again, giving him a lap dance, close enough for him to feel the heat that your body emanated by not close enough to touch. You were driving crazy. You turned around and sit on his thighs, facing him. You kissed him and felt his desperation with the touch of his tongue with yours. You bit his chin and licked his Adam's apple. You touched the entirety of his chest. Then, you kneeled as you lift his shirt and lick and bite his chest, concentrating mostly on his nipples. He moaned louder than the heavy music playing. A new song started to play as you decided to end his suffering. Still, on your knees, you unzipped his pants and grabbed his member and started to please him with your mouth.

Beware the night Beware the night before the dawn Beware the dark when light is gone For there's a phantom lust to wake They wanna make you bend and scream They wanna take your hand and lead you in the light of Venus, girl Come let them take you for a ride Forget the lord and cross tonight And let your carnal lust prevail tonight Oh, demons come at night and they bring the end Oh, demons are a girl's best friend Oh, demons come alive and they take command Oh, demons are a girl's best friend

The song continued playing till the end, while you pleasured your boyfriend. This wasn't like other times, in which you did it slowly and tenderly. This time, you went fast and deep. Many times you went completely out of breath as you reached the base of his cock as this was inside your throat and your mouth. More than once you went as deep that you managed to licked his testicles while he was still inside of you. You took him out of your mouth, tasting the sperm coming out of him and stroking it. You stood up again and started to dance again to the music, giving him time to recover for another round.

When the night just strikes through you And the night just spreads its legs and open up for you When the day is dead to you And the silvery starlight seductively glimmers through

Its Night... Night!

When the night just comes for you And its fingers just crawl and move deep inside of you When the light is drawn from you And you sear your lips and let the sweet poison come on through

Its Night Night Electric Night

The world lies silent The night burns of wrath

You got closer to him again. You planned to uncuff him but that'd be like unleashing a savage beast. You were not planning to give him power. You made him stand up and walk to the bed, still with both of his hands tight to his back. He sat on the edge of the bed, as you open the handcuffs, realising one of his hands and tightening the other to the bed. Then you grabbed a tie from the closet and used it to trap his other hand. You sat on top of him and softly press your body against his. You kissed, licked and bite his neck for a bit and later kissed on his mouth, biting his lips now and then. After that, you unbuttoned his shirt and scratched his chest and bite his nipples. He was more than ready for the second round. You pulled the panties part of the bodysuit aside and entered Henry's cock inside of you and began to ride him. You change the pace of your movements to the rhythm of the song playing at the moment.

She looks like the girl The girl you ever wanted She looks like the girl The girl who could Give you everything And kisses run like hell And she like it She's got the look That could kill And you see the greed in her eyes It is far too late [ ... ] Too late to run Too late to hide There is no escape When she is hunting you And she is hunting you Tonight She takes everything from you She is uses you With her Body of sin You are addicted to her touch And you lose yourself in her Dangerous smile

Henry was grabbing the tie with one hand and the chain of the handcuff with the other; he was desperate to touch you, to grab you and make you his until you scream his name. You then sat on his face, letting him taste you and pleasure you. It felt so good to have his tongue inside you as well as licking and sucking your clit. After you reached an orgasm, you sucked him again before sitting on his cock for one last time.

Just a little bit, just a little, bitch You've got a pussy, I have a dick So what's the problem? Let's do it quick So take me now before it's too late Life's too short, so I can't wait [ ... ] Just a little bit be my little bitch You've got a pussy, I have a dick So what's the problem? Let's do it quick So take me now before it's too late Life's too short, so I can't wait

The last song played and you moved fast to its beat. You could feel his big and thick member inside of you, getting in and out so fast that it hurt, but you liked the pain; it felt wonderful. When you saw he was about to release, you changed position and quickly put it in your mouth, sucking him until he finished, leaving your mouth full of his cum. You shallowed it and then decided to free him. He was exhausted. His heart beat so fast all that time, so as soon as he was able to catch a breath, he fell in a deep sleep. You laughed and left him to sleep as you went to the bathroom to take off your clothes and makeup, shower and then go to sleep with him.

Playlist:

In this Moment- Whore In this Moment- Adrenalize In this Moment- Sick Like Me Cradle Of Filth - Temptation POWERWOLF - Demons Are A Girl's Best Friend Deathstars - Night Electric Night Blutengel - Vampire Rammstein- Pussy

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill x reader #demivampirew

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darlingpetao3 · 4 years

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Click, Click, Click (Oliver Queen x Reader)

Rating: T

Summary: Oliver Queen comes in for a photoshoot with Plaything, the adult entertainment magazine for which you model. Being a fan of the billionaire playboy, will you be able to compose yourself, especially when your colleague has her eye on him too?

A/N: This story features playboy Oliver from before the shipwreck. I also wrote this with no specific character in mind, but Oliver really did seem to fit this story in the end! No smut, but still Hot

Tag List: @fandomdancer @bluesclues-1234 @pinkdiamond1016

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“Oliver Queen, on set! The star of the hour is in the house, folks!”

You have no idea why the sudden surge of jitters shocks you, but it does nonetheless. You weren’t like this an hour ago, nor yesterday, or last month when it was announced Oliver Queen would be the next heartthrob to grace the pages of Plaything, the adult entertainment magazine for which you model. You model for its fashion pages, because, yes, believe it or not, fashion plays a significant part in the world of smutty magazines. Sometimes, you even get to keep the lingerie you’re photographed in if it suits your fancy.

It’s like it wasn’t real - Oliver Queen gracing the inner folds of the magazine, the fact that he’s actually here. But now, merely hearing his name does something exhilarating to your body and your brain. This only makes you wonder how you’ll feel when you have to pose next to him in barely any clothes.

Upon hearing the call to the crew, you push everything you’re feeling down and lock it away. Professionalism is the key. There’s no way you can be fangirling around Oliver. It wouldn’t look good. For you or the company.

“So, you ready for the hunk?”

Your modelling partner in the photoshoot, Sugar, walks up beside you, very much to your dismay. Even though this magazine in particular has done its part in contributing to empowering women’s sexuality and solidarity among each other, you hate who you’ve been teamed up with for this shoot, solidarity be damned. She’s tried to undermine and embarrass you countless times before, and you’ll be damned if she succeeds in ruining this for you.

“More than you know,” you respond, including a fake smile.

“Remember,” Sugar says, touching up her lipstick, “you can’t ask out the stars.”

“Ha, that’s rich coming from you.” She’s done worse than just ‘ask out the stars.’

In your periphery, the gliding body of the one and only Oliver Queen walks by, and both your and Sugar’s heads turn to follow him. God, he is glowing in that white robe covering whatever outfit (or lack thereof) they’ve put him in. What a man…

Okay, keep cool.

It’s not like you’re going to be rubbing your hands all over his chest, feeling him up all over.

It’s also not like you’ve fantasized about this before.

Except you will, and you have.

The crew switches on the massive white lights aimed at the bedroom set -- it’s nearing showtime. You feel you should introduce yourself to Oliver, seeing as you’ve yet to meet him officially. Only in your daydreams.

“Oliver, hey,” you start, catching his attention. You offer your name. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Hi,” he says. “And it is lovely to meet you.”

BRB, swimming in the pools of those eyes…

“Excited for today?”

“Excited, yeah, definitely,” he laughs a little. “A few nerves, but good nerves.”

Your hand moves on its own to rest on his arm, an innocent gesture.

“As long as they’re good ones,” you smile sweetly. He lights up a bit at that, and there’s something about the way he looks at you that makes you feel like you’re the only one in the room. But of course, Sugar has to reappear at this moment. Her arm slinks around his shoulders.

“We’re so glad you’re here with us today, Oliver,” she coos, “We’re going to have so much fun together.”

As Sugar pulls Oliver with her evil claws, the three of you move towards the photoshoot set, wherein you find a massive bed adorned with zebra-print sheets and a couple moody and provocative pieces of art on the walls.

“Alright, everyone,” calls the photographer, “time to drop the robes. Let’s make some magic!”

Sugar is the first to drop her silk covering, now fully on display for Oliver to see. The wardrobe department put her in a pure white lingerie bodysuit and matching white knee-high boots. Yes, yes, she looks fantastic, which is why you didn’t want to be paired with her for this in the first place. You had hoped maybe it could have been just a one on one with Oliver… But no. The higher-ups wanted a threesome for the fashion pages.

“It’s what the public wants,” they said. And who are you to argue with that?

All eyes are on Sugar, which includes Oliver, and that sparks a new level of jealousy within you. Now you have to even the playing field. Luckily, wardrobe decked you out in something even better, even sexier in your opinion. You undo the belt of your own robe and let it pool to the floor, revealing your drop-dead outfit - a black teddy that frames your breasts magnificently, complete with stockings, a thigh-length garter belt and black heels.

If it weren’t for Sugar dragging Oliver closer to the bed, you think he would have stood there in place for an undetermined amount of time, unaware he was ogling you. Point to you…

Sugar helps Oliver undo his robe (as if he needed help, leave the poor guy alone), and this is when you finally get to see his outfit - just a black mesh top and black trunks, exceptionally form-fitting, and have buttons going up the front of them.

Now you’re the one that can’t look away.

The photographer directs you all to get settled on the bed, both of you girls on either side of Oliver. You think you might be the only one who sees his chest rise and fall as he takes a calming breath.

Lights, camera... action.

After the go-ahead, you lean in to touch his shoulder and nestle in around his ear. He smells amazing, first of all, and you decide to plant a kiss below his earlobe. Maybe playing with his hair would look good for a shot too. Not because your fingers have always wanted to feel what his hair is like or anything.

It’s incredibly soft, though.

“Great, ladies,” the photographer tells you and Sugar, “now both you start nibbling where you are. That alright, Oliver?”

“Yeah,” the specimen says.

This only makes you wonder where Sugar is situated, and with a glance, you see that she’s lifting Oliver’s shirt a bit and has the hem of his underwear in her teeth. Tamping down the fire, you do your own bit of teeth-work and play with his ear. Oliver’s eyes have closed now. These pics are going to be stellar.

“Let’s lift that shirt up some more, Oliver.”

With your teeth grazing your bottom lip, you do the honours and curl your fingers into his black mesh shirt and tug. A deadly smirk winds onto his lips. You half-wonder if he pulls that look out in his actual bedroom… You return his sexy smile as if you’re really sharing this playfully intimate scene. The clicks coming from the camera are nonstop, filling the room. Clickclickclick.

“Gorgeous, gorgeous. Oliver, you know what? Can you take off your top? Let’s show some more skin.”

As if he remembers there is indeed a camera and its operator present, Oliver sheds his shirt in one smooth motion over his head. He stares into your eyes, and you see a spark. Starling City’s very own playboy tosses the garment to the floor to reveal his chiselled abdominal muscles.

Good Lord.

This really will be eye-opening for the public.

“Okay, (Y/N), get in there.”

You don’t have to be told twice. First, you let your hand rest on his chest and press your body against him. His arm snakes around behind you so that his hand falls to your waist. His fingers slide against the fabric of your black skimpy lingerie, but his warm palm is gracing the bare skin at your hip. Jesus, his hands are big. The fact that his other one is touching Sugar on his other side stirs the green-eyed monster inside you.

Definitely unprofessional.

Even though you don’t want to, you catch a glimpse of what Sugar is doing to him. Gah. She’s leaving lipstick-laden kisses to his pecs. Not. Okay.

“Turn your body a little more to the camera, (Y/N),” the photographer tells you, so you comply.

But something truly miraculous happens.

Oliver moves his head a little closer to you, reaching a finger under your chin to get you to look back at him. It’s a good thing you don’t live within a cartoon because you’d be that character where their heart beats animatedly up through their chest. Your mouth opens a bit, and now he’s staring at your lips…

Sugar, on the other side of him, is doing her best to try to pull his attention back to her. She wants him to look at her the way he’s doing with you. She wants him to touch her, but it’s like she doesn’t exist to him.

“Yes, perfect!” the photographer shouts. “More of that! You know what…? Sugar, honey, can you step out for a second?”

Your eyes go wide, while his narrow at you. You’re alone. With Oliver Queen. Dead sexy Oliver Queen. All to yourself.

Dreams do come true.

That underwear he’s got on has your full attention again. Honestly, these should make for some great photos… You let your hand glide down to where his V-muscles disappear below the underwear and let it linger there a bit.

“That’s great, (Y/N). Why don’t you play with a button?” And so, you play with the first button with your thumb and forefinger. That’s as far as you planned to go.

With your fingers, that is...

You are sure to look into his eyes, he’s fully invested in this now, whether it’s now his photoshoot persona or otherwise. You want to see if he trusts you, and he gives the slightest nod.

Then it’s like something possesses you - you’re now bending down to his chest on display to tease his nipple with your tongue.

Heavens above, the noise that escapes those perfect lips. There has never been a more beautiful melody that has been heard in this world. And you did that.

The next thing you know, you’re pinned to the zebra-print sheets with Oliver over top of you. Your chest is positively heaving, but yours is not the only one.

“Amazing, you two! I think that's a wrap on Oliver Queen for Plaything! This is going to sell millions, go viral, you name it. All of it!”

It’s over, already?

Please, no, can we just keep going?

You clear your throat, and Oliver moves up off of you, helping you up in the process.

“Well, that was…” he starts.

“Wasn’t it?” you finish breathlessly. You both are now standing in this private bubble of unresolved sexual tension that you cannot act upon. Just great. I’ll never see him again. I should just be thankful this happened.

“It was wonderful to work with you, Oliver.” You stick out your hand at a last-ditch effort for professionalism here. He’s kind enough to shake it. “What do you plan on doing next?”

The corner of his lip tugs upward slightly, and then he clears his throat.

“Oh, this and that,” he replies, “but more presently, I was thinking dinner. Care to join me?”

Somehow managing not to splutter nonsensical words, you manage to say, “I would love that.”

Loophole - you didn’t ask him.

“Great. I’ll have a car pick us up.”

“If you could possibly have them-”

“Use the back entrance? Consider it done.” There’s that famously charming Oliver Queen smile… “See you soon?”

All you can do is nod. You hold your breath when Oliver leans in close and whispers in your ear, “Why don’t you leave that on under your clothes, hm?” and retreats with a wink.

Yup. This lingerie will be ruined before the night is over one way or another.

#reader insert #oliver queen x reader #oliver queen imagine #oliver queen fanfiction #arrow imagine #arrow fanfiction

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crazy-bi-btch · 5 years

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Wrong- BI!Kevin Keller X Reader

Summary: Y/N and Kevin seem to be confused and unclear on some of their feelings toward each other

Paring: Kevin Keller X Reader

Warning: NSFW, Swearing( Rated M)

Word count: 3.7k

A/N: Um helloo, let me just say COLLEGE IS TIME CONSUMING!! Itscrazy I really want tot write but the only time I have time is when I’m on breaks. SO HERE YA GO A REQ THAT WAS MADE IN SEP OR OCT IDK! Req. by@maximumwolfkidfestival

PS: LISTEN TO WISH YOU WERE GAY BY BILLIE, it fits with the story uwu

I sat on the fluffy couch in the lounge in RHS my black fleece turtle neck tightening by the second. My thigh-high boots tickling my bare thighs, my fingers clutching my coffee.

“ Jesus Y/N you look like you’re going to kill the damn cup.” Archie laughed at me, as I snapped back to reality.

“ You okay…. You look pale?” My best friend whispered (Fashionista, self-esteem coach, etc.) Kevin placed his hand on my pale thigh. My heart jumped in excitement and my eyes were once again stuck on his constricting sweatshirt. This is so wrong

I coughed and looked away from him trying to concentrate on some random conversation Fangs had started with Archie and the others. Kevin took offense to Y/N silence. He thought maybe he had done something wrong.

Ever since Joaquin (his the last boyfriend) the only serpent friend, he had that understood him, was just him. Well, we all know what happened to him. Kevin realized the serpent’s understood and supported him like no one before, not even Betty. With dating a serpent you get to meet the others. So he meets Fangs, Ton, and Sweet Pea. Also, Y/N or as “fresh snake” as they called her at the time. But it wasn’t Joaquin had to leave when Kevin got closer with Y/N, clearly, they had a lot in common. Kevin was happy around his new friend. Y/n, on the other hand, she was happy but very confused. See she meet him when he was dating Joaquin, so she assumed he was gay. Ignorantly when Y/N saw him walk through the White Wyrm doors with Joaquin she assumed “ so not gay”.

Y/n remembers the exact day, her second day as a serpent chit chatting with Toni and see them both strut in. Kevin is taller and muscular than Joaquin. Instantly her eyes wandered to his arms and Adam’s apple that seemed to bop furiously from anxiousness. She was not gonna lie, he was extremely attractive. Her heart raced as she thought of many things she could do with that tall glass of-

“ Family…” Joaquin yelled, calling everyone’s, Kevin seemed extremely nervous now,” This is Kevin. My boyfriend.” I gulped eyes wide.” Well, maybe he is gay?” Toni snickered at me as she saw my reaction. I rolled my eyes and walked away from the now growing group surrounding Joaquin and his new hot boyfriend. The night was full of small talk and laughter with J’s new boyfriend.

As I decided that this whole love Fest going on was spoiling my drinks and mood, I plopped and started to make my way out saying a quick goodbye. Yes, I am bitter. Yes, I hate to love and anything to do with public affection. It makes my blood boil, okay, maybe jealousy makes me bitter but doesn’t everyone? Back to the story!

When I was on my way out Joaquin ran to me with Kevin following along.

“ Hey, Y/N wait up!” I rolled my eyes, but plastered a fake smile and turned around. Trust me I was done with J rubbing into our faces how hot his new Northside boyfriend.

“Hey j!” I exclaimed

“ I wanted to introduce you to my boyfriend!” I gulped and looked up at Kevin’s buff and tall figure. I swear I could be drooling.

“ H-hi” I coughed and extended my hand towards him and he gladly took it.

“ It’s really nice to meet you! Joaquin talks great things about you!” His soft but deep voice stated as his smile lit up the room. God, why was I not born a man!

“ Thank you.” I blushed, but realized it was wrong for me to feel this way. “ Well, see you around guys I’m going to head out.” They nodded, and I turned towards the doors and out into the chilly night.

I think we all know what happened to Joaquin and how he deciding to run away from hid problems were going to help. Kevin was devastated and who was there to console him? Me out of all the people. Jughead soon, then took orders into his own hand to rile and control the serpents. Once we settled into Riverdale high things got rocky with the Northsiders trying to accept us, but Kevin helped me out. We both knew the serpents and Nortsiders were both jealous of each other which made us the outsiders of the drama. Our friendship grew so immense that I didn’t realize until I was having sleepovers and mini-dates almost every day. What I did know was the way his smile made my knees weak, how my heartbeat raced as our eyes met in the hallways. Or the butterflies the rumble in me when we work out together and he takes his sweaty shirt off. I would make myself deny the aching feelings every day telling myself He’s your gay best friend it can’t be like that.

Now do you see why this friendship is hurting me? Sitting there watching as my friends talked and laughed and me bubbling with anger. They could have whoever they wanted yet I couldn’t. The knot in my throat, killing me.

“ I have to go.” I took my backpack and stormed out, leaving everyone shocked and silent.

I ignored everyone’s texts and comments. I decided I need some time alone and away from Kevin. So I hit up Reggie in look for a house party to attend to get drunk and make out with a stranger so the pain would go away. He replied quickly with an address and time. Bingo.

I dressed in a black lace bodysuit with black ripped jeans and red heels. My long black hair hugging around my cleavage, I felt like the hottest bitch on the block. By 10 pm I walked through the mansion of a random football player packed with people, music loud as could be, kegs around the house and chanting of boys mixed in also. I saw Reg and Instantly walked over.

“ Damn, Y/N you’re looking hot!” He chirped as he gave me a hug, let me just say Reggie has been nice to me since I saved his ass from his abusive father. I threatened to call the cops on his father as I showed him the pictures of Reggie’s bruises that I could easily turn him in with. “ Thank you!” I chirped in amusement.

“ Hey the group was asking for you they said you-”

“ Wait!” I spat, the group? They were invited also! I panicked and started to look around furiously.

“ Yeah, I invited them!” I glared at him and stormed into the huge kitchen and found as a bottle of vodka and took a huge gulp from it. By the third gulp, I felt myself become light as a feather. I impulsively walked towards Reggie again, he was with our group of friends talking, Kevin was listening also while he glanced around looking for someone. My drunk ass butted in, “ Hey guys what a coincidence. “ Before I let them answer I wrapped my fingers at the collar of Reggie’s button-down and kissed him hard. Adrenaline pumping and red lipstick smeared on Reggie’s lips. I pulled him closer and as I open one eye I saw as they stood again astonished, and Kevin seemed confused and hurt?

“ C’mon Reggie..” I whispered and I pulled him towards me as he dazedly followed.

We instantly found a wall close by where minimal people passed through. My lips tangling onto his, my hands grabbing his hair as soft pants left me.

I pressed his chest, back disconnecting our lips, “Let’s get more booze!” I squealed, but as I took a step I almost fell. Reggie sighed and help me up.

“ I think we’ve had enough tonight.” I whined and tried kissing him, because well I’m drunk and horny. Reggie knew he couldn’t take advantage of her friend like this and the real person she loved and wanted was her best friend, Kevin. What Y/N didn’t know was that Reggie and Kevin had a talk 3 weeks ago where Kevin confessed he is bisexual but was scared to show his love and sexual feelings towards a girl since he mostly felt that towards boys. Reggie needed that to realize Y/N and Kevin were too scared and confused to let each other feel. Reggie carried Y/N as she sniffled and whimpered as she seemed to mumble something about ‘fuck love’ or ‘ I hate him’. Reggie saw an annoyed Kevin but his expression soon changed as he saw Y/N drunk and in his arms.

“ What the hell happened?” Kevin growled as he took Y/N from Reggie.

“ Dude, relax, nothing! She’s really drunk and I think she needs you more than me.” Reggie calmly stated. Kevin gulped and saw my drunk state.

“ You! Kev..” I slurred and felt my eyes droop in slumber.

Next thing I knew I woke up in Kevin’s room, I looked at the clock and it was 2 am. I rubbed my eyes and saw him sleeping on his computer chair with a small blanket wrapped around himself. It wasn’t the first time she’s seen him peacefully sleep. I felt great, I thanked God that I didn’t drink more or I would have felt like hell. I felt guilty for leaving him hanging and lowkey was panicking if I was drunk enough to tell him how I felt. To avoid the conversation I slid off his bed and picked my heels up as I tiptoed out.

“ So you’re just gonna leave?” I heard a gruff voice. I cringed and turned around to see him sitting in the same spot the blanket in his hands now.

“ I can-”

“ Please do… I don’t know what’s going on Y/N? What happened to us?” His words hit an emotional string in my heart, which led me to tear up.

“ I’m sorry- I wish I could explain.” I sat at the edge of his bed avoiding his sight.

“ You act like we never tell each other everything!” His voice boomed making me flinch.

“ That’s the thing! I can’t fall in love with my best friend!” I yelled back tears falling down freely, my face became red from embarrassment. Kevin looked down his face matching hers.

“ I know you don’t-“

“I do, though.” Then there was silence as I looked him dead in the eyes. It felt like a dreamlike, this whole situation was merely a figment of my imagination as it’s been in the past.

“ Y/N…. I’m bisexual.” He sighed, his eyes watering. I took some steps to be face to face with him touching his face in awe.

“But-“ I suddenly feel out of breath. I racked my brain at the many times Kevin missed Joaquin and his past flings.

“ I never told anyone… because I was never sure... My first crush was a boy and well, I never understood the whole labels of gay or bi or pan..” I intensely watched as he also racked his brain to explain his feelings and thought that he stored away, “ I put my dad through hell when I came out as gay and know that I know I’m bi… he’s gonna hate me and you! I was scared to lose you!” I proclaimed almost begging. I smiled at him taking his hands in mine.

“ Neither will your dad or meleave you.” It seemed to comfort him enough that he sighed in relief. But I would be lying if I didn’t say this whole argument and emotional connection brought my raging hormones to an all-time high. I went in to hug him and he wrapped his buff arms around also.

“ So… we’re gonna ignore how you confess you loved me.” Kevin teased which made me hide my face like a five-year-old.

“ It's not my fault your extremely hot Kevin!” I squealed as I pulled away from him. He chuckled and threw me on the bed, making me squeal and bounce slightly. We both lay there on his bed, staring at each other with silly grins on our face.

“ I love you.” He said

“ I love you too.” I chirped, the butterflies rumbling in me again. His eyes seemed to wander down to the outfit I still had on that almost caused a nip slip right in front of him. I blushed madly and instantly shot up to cover myself. His knees dipped the bed behind me, his hands caressing the back of my neck as they ghosted on the black spaghetti strap of the lace bodysuit. My eyes closing in anticipation waiting for his hands to touch more of me. His hand, bringing my hair to onside as he lowered his face to my neck, his hot breath tickling it.

“ You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted to do this…” his lips feathering against my pressure point practically making me shake. Bravery seemed to seep into my blood as my hand came up to pull one strap of my shoulder and followed to the other. Kevin watched, in his head, taking notes. I turned on my knees seeing him face to face.

“ It’s my first time with a girl…” he gulped feeling ashamed. I smiled and caressed his face and pulled it away to pull my arms off the strap and pull the lace down around my waist exposing myself to him. He gulped his eyes glued to my chest, and something in both of us snapped. Call it frustration or hormonal overload, but we both felt it. Our lips clashing his big hands cupping my face with full force. He held on as if his life depended on it, my sighs and whimpers spilling out as his forceful touch sent electricity through my body and core. Kevin shoved his hand around my neck, squeezing as he watched with hooded eyes my reaction. I moaned loudly, “ Kev, please.” With one shove, I was on my back, pillows under me as Kevin crawled off me and placed himself between my thighs. I leaned up watching as he pulled his sweater and button-down shirt with full force and down cupping my chest. A cry fell through my lips as I stared at Kev in disbelief. His strong and soft hands vigorously palming and pulling making my eyes roll back and backache. For his first time with a girl he sure knew what to do.

“ Tell me if I’m hurting you.” He suddenly worried at my constant whimpers. I shuddered when he stopped.

“ Kevin harder…. Please, it doesn’t hurt, I promise just… touch me.” I cried in frustration pulling on his shoulder to meet his hots lips again. His left arm skimming the side of my body to my hip, leaving goosebumps along the way. A deep groan left him as my hips bucked up towards his trousers, only making me do it again and again. Kevin pulled away eyes closed with his mouth a gap as I watched his reaction as we grinded hard and fast. I knew this would legit push him to the edge, but I couldn’t stop.

“ Ah-” His voice cracked as he fisted my hips to a halt as he felt that familiar knot grow.

He glared at me as I playfully smirked up hands running up and down his abs.

“ You almost made me-” He panted in anger, I eagerly shook my hips away but it was no use. “ I’m in charge, not you.” He growled. I cocked my eyebrow as leaned back into the pillows.

“ C’mon Kevin, you know you like it when I edge you on,” I whispered innocently with my lower lip between my teeth as I touched my boobs. He groaned and melted at the sight, his fist ripping my belt and jeans off so quickly it scared me. I went ahead and wrapped my hands around his belt and jeans also pulling them down as we both panted in anticipation. I always saw the imprint of his dick, but I always assumed he was average, but was I wrong. Kevin tsked me when I went to the waistband of his boxers. “ Pleasee.” I begged my mouth watering. “ We waited this long, let me apologize.” He said as he nuzzled his nose onto my cheek and felt his hand lower to my olive-colored thong.

“ Fuck,” I whispered as my eyes fell shut, he seemed to freeze up because he didn’t move. I opened my eyes and saw them slightly unsure.

“ Hey, let me help you.” He nodded as he stared at my covered core. I took his wrist and guided it to the puddle that formed in my thong, biting my lip to hold back a sound. “ Now… p-put force with the pad on your fing-” A moan cut me off as he rubbed his pointer and middle finger. “ Shit… baby faster.” I hated and loved to be teased, but Kevins soft and rough movements were exhilarating. “ Like this?” He asked, looking at my blissful face. My hips bucked up towards his fingers, rocking back and forth. As he took that as a yes, he pulled down the only barrier between her and him. Frustrated, I took his fingers and spread my legs wider so his finger landed on the place I needed him the most. “ Rub it pleases,” I begged mercilessly, almost in tears from all the soft teasing. Kevin saw her distraught face and instantly did as told, almost moaning himself. She was hot, sticky and extremely wet. The soft nub her rubbed causing Y/N to fall back and become putty in his hands. He realized this was her spot, the spot he could use to his advantage. His fingers trying to mimic the number of movements he learned from straight porn.

“ Fuck-fuck shit Kev-” I cried watching as his fingers pressed down and went side to side on my clit almost convulsively good. Kevin rested his forehead against hers watching her eyes wide and mouth wide. “You’re so beautiful… only I make you this wild, right?” I nodded viciously staring into his soft eyes as I held my legs apart felling myself about to cum. A cry of his name signaled Kevin to stop. Anger poured in as he pulled away to look for a condom.

“ You fucker.” I growled in annoyance, I heard him chuckle as he looked through his drawer, “ Oh, it’s not funny.” I shot up and walked towards him right as he was going to turn around I push him up against the wall getting on my knees.

“ Wait-” Kevin began, but I cut him off as I shoved his boxers down and shoving his pink tip into my drooling mouth. Kevin hissed and clawed at my scalp, eyes wide as I took him in and out and fingers probing in and out of his butt. “ Shit… fuck…. Don’t stop.” he growled as his hips began to thrust into my hot warm mouth.

Kevin was on cloud 9 watching as her small mouth took him so well. Joaquin could never take him fully and this was life-changing. My core dripped down my thigh as I looked up to see him fully vulnerable, abdomen clenched, his eyes closed and mouth open. I pulled away with a plop and got up turning around, heading towards the door to the bathroom.

“ What the fuck-” He cried, I turned around innocently.

“ What?” I batted my eyes. His strong arms pulled me back and onto the bed where he pinned me down, his strong thighs pushing my legs apart. His mouth, biting and nipping down my neck, my nipples, and stomach. I watched contently as he tried to wrap the condom around himself.

“ I’m on birth control Kevin.” I sighed knocking the condom off his hands and taking his red/pink dick towards my entrance.

“ But-”

“ It’s fine, I want to feel all of you.” With that, he thrust in easily into my dripping core.

“ Fuck!” We cried as we held on to each other, eyes shut. Kevin never felt this before the hot wet and clenching feeling around him. He could cum just with that. And he wasn’t lying about that as he shook from holding on. I wiggled my hips so he could move, with that he moved out and in slowly his pelvic bone rubbing my clit. “ Ah! Harder… faster” I pleaded scratching his back. Kevin didn’t think straight before going faster and pounding more than ever. His huge member burying deep into the g-spot that wasn’t hit in years.

“ Fuck yeah…” Kevin muttered and panted as he wrapped his hand around her neck. Her face contoured into pure bliss. His pupils were blown as he saw her weak and vulnerable under his touch. Her hair spread around her pink cheeks. His mind seemed to only be there, present, as he pushed and buried into her feeling this new adrenaline to sex he never felt before when he slept with men. Her legs wrapped around him, her hands all over him and eager to have anything else push her over the edge. God fucking damn how he wanted to frame this mental picture of her.

“ Oh...shit… Kev... I’m going to…” I pried at his chest and my legs around his torso tightening. Kev growled and dropped his head into her chest as her walls twitched in anticipation around him. My hand instantly ran in between our bodies to rub insanely fast to come undone.

“ Ah fuck” Kev yelled as he grounded his hip a few times before I came around him, legs twitching, nails scratching, head back moaning and screaming. He followed along coming undone in me. We both lay there breathing heavily, eyes closed.

As we peeled off each other we stared at each other followed by giggles.

“ Well,does that mean we can finally not be angry at each other?” Kevin asked teasingly. I chuckled softly and pulled the blankets around us.

“ Hmm, maybe I’ll sleep on it,” I mumbled as I cuddled close to his warm body. He instantly engulfed me in his arms and stroked my hair kissing it softly.

“ I love you.”

“ I love you more… Goodnight.” I yawned.

#kevin keller x reader #riverdale smut #riverdale southside #sweet pea smut #riverdale #jughead jones #toni topez #Cheryl bombshell #betty cooper #fangs forgarty x reader #joaquin desantos #southside serpents

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princecharmingmendes · 5 years

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Paris | Day Nine

When your parents decide to travel with your best friend’s family that you haven’t talked to in a while, who you have a massive secret crush on, what could go wrong, right? Right?! (best friends to lovers)

*Hi, honey, this is the last part of Paris (my first series here) and I really do hope you love it!

*Word Count: 3.7K+

*Warnings: cursing, drinking, angst, kissing (?), extreme fluff;

*Posted: January 30th, 2020

-*-

I started waking up feeling a little cold. not sensing Shawn's presence close to me, even though I'm quite sure I slept with him last night. Instead of fully waking up, I decided to let myself surrender to my tired state and go back to sleep completely. What felt like a long time later, I started to realize my surroundings better, a tale tell sign I was actually waking up for real tgis time, but now I felt warm and comfy.

"Baby?" I heard his voice softly calling me, so I just hummed in response and he pulled me closer to his chest from behind, since he seems to be the big spoon "you awake?"

"Mmhm"

"Do you want to get up?"

"No"

"Great, cause I bought you breakfast" he said placing a kiss on the tip of my nose, making me smile.

"Hey, you did what?"

“I woke up earlier and you were too cute, so I decided not to wake you up and went on the market to get us something to have a nice late breakfast in bed”

“Oh my, I love you so damn much” I said nuzzling my face on his neck.

“Love you too” he said hugging me tighter.

“Where’s the food?”

“There” he said chuckling and pointing to an improvised tray with a whole lot of food.

“That’s too much”

“I’m eating too”

“Still too much”

“I’ll eat it tomorrow” he said chuckling.

“Fair enough” I said sitting on the bed as he got up to get the food “what time is it?”

“It’s 12:30”

“What time is lunch?”

“Three”

“Great” I said smiling and pressing a kiss to his cheek as he sat down beside me.

So we ended up eating so much that we got too lazy to move, so we ended up laying down again until we really had to get up to get ready for lunch. We ended up a little late and decided to meet our parents at the restaurant, which led us to a lot of accusations of our situation “you two were too cozy to move” or “it’s because they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves”.

Could they be more annoying? Still love them though.

We were the main attention during lunch, specially because they’ve been dreaming for us to get together since my mom found out she was having a girl on year younger than Karen’s boy. Apart from that, we spent the whole time talking about the best moments of the trip and some funny stories that not everyone knew. They also asked about our day on Disneyland which led to pictures and more jokes about how me and Shawn would look perfect together.

After that, we headed to our rooms to get our bags and clothes ready for tomorrow, since today was the last day. Shawn helped with mine and I helped him with his. When we were both settled down on my bed, we started watching something to kill time.

“What do you want to do for dinner?” He asked out of the blue, turning to me.

“Hm... eat?”

“No, honey” he said laughing “do you want to order? Want to go out?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Hm… me? Nothing big... I just... I got reservations on a boat for Dinner on the Siena River”

“You what?”

“Just in case you wanted something nice”

“When did you do that?!”

“The day we went to the same boat”

“Shit, Shawn, can’t believe you”

“We don’t have to, I just... don’t know, wanted to give you something special” he said shrugging.

“Shawnie... you didn’t have to, you are the best thing I could have right now” I said holding his hand.

“Thank you” he said kissing my hands.

“No, thank YOU, but yes, I’d love to go there with you” I said smiling at him “just the two of us?”

“Mmhmm” he said biting his lower lip.

“I’d love it” I said smiling at him and he did the same, pulling me into his embrace.

“At eight, before you ask me”

“Thank you so much”

“It’s okay, baby” he said smiling down at me.

I got up an hour earlier than we were supposed to leave because I wanted to look extra good tonight, just in case I decide to do something or maybe to push him to do or say something. So I got in the shower and spent extra time shaving and moisturizing my whole body, also watched and blowed dry my hair. I did a really basic makeup look, only red lipstick, highlighter and fake lashes that stand out more, the rest I kept looking as natural as I could.

When I was finally ready, I knocked on Shawn’s room to make sure he wasn’t naked and got in, being met with him with a button up that I love, a scarf and winter jacket, and his tight black slacks that I love so much. But the best part was his reaction. He looked at me and seemed so chocked I ended up giggling like a teenager. He sucked in a breath and trapped his lower lip between his lips and I swear I heard a little suppressed whimper.

“God, Y/N, this is just unfair”

“What?” I asked looking down at my outfit.

I was wearing my new pair of thigh highs boots and a leather black tight skirt. I had a lacy see through in the nicest places long sleeved bodysuit with my plaid scarf. I had also had a really heavy coat hanging on my arm for when we were outside. My hair had the front clipped back nicely and I decided to use a clear gloss on top of my red lipstick, that matched my scarf.

“All heads are going to turn to you”

“And...?”

“I wasn’t intending on sharing your attention tonight” he said chuckling at his own little joke “not that you can’t, it’s just that...”

“I know what you meant, Shawnie” I said grinning at him “shall we?” I asked offering my hand and he quickly grabbed it, kissing it lightly.

“Yeah”

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As we got there, someone already showed us our table, that was close to the big windows that presented us with the beautiful sightings through the whole dinner thing. We sat across from each other and they placed the menus on the table, quickly leaving us alone. I was completely speechless with the whole thing, still admiring the pretty view and the pretty boy in front of me.

“Still with me?”

“Yeah, I’m just overwhelmed I guess” I said smiling softly at him.

“In a good way?”

“In the best way” I said as I felt him lacing our fingers together on the table “why did you do all this?”

“I just felt like it”

“Okay, why did you feel like it?”

“I wanted to spoil you a little, to compensate for my shitty friendship lately”

“You didn’t have to”

“I did”

“But I already forgave you”

“But I didn’t”

“You should”

“I don’t want to argue with you”

“It’s fair, thank you for everything, this whole trip’s been incredible, specially because of you”

“I can say the same thing” he said bringing my hand to his lips softly “I love you and missed you way too much”

“Missed you too”

“But you won’t have to anymore, I won’t let you go anymore”

“I hope you don’t” I said and he chuckled lightly.

“So, how’s college?”

“Hm, it’s nice...”

And that’s how we spent most of our night, lightly chatting and exchanging delicate caresses, something innocent but still too intimate for just a friendship. The whole dinner made me feel so special but so confused, it’s like he’s trying to tell me something but can’t, it’s weird to not read him like a book.

As we were going upstairs, I started changing the weight from one leg to another due to the new heels and he noticed, literally swapping me off my feet making me giggle. He chuckled on the elevator and held me close, carrying me bridal style to our rooms, where he placed me on my bed and gave me some space to shower or change into my pj’s. So I decided to take one last shower and when I left I saw him looking like such boyfriend material my heart sank on my chest.

“Hey”

“Hey, Shawn, are you going to sleep in here?”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t mind the company”

“I don’t”

“Great” he said offering me his hand, which I took and he pulled me onto the bed, making me fall on his chest laughing.

“Hi” I said a little lower since I was practically on top of him, with our faces mere inches from the other.

I saw him swallowing hard and that made my heart stop. I tried getting up but his arms kept me there in a vice grip, no letting me move an inch. His gaze dropped to my lips and it was my turn to swallow hard and start to have a heart attack. His pink tongue appeared to wet his pout and I didn’t dare to look away, which made me feel incredibly warm on the right places.

He leaned in even closer, so close I could feel his breath on my lips and his brushing against mine. My eyes fell shut as I stood as hard as a stone on his arms, trying not to move as much as I could. But when I decided to lean even closer to crash my lips on his he pulled away, looking at the Eiffel Tower outside. That was it, I couldn’t take anymore.

“You are always saying I can’t do this or that to you, but you are definitely not allowed to do that” I said taping his chest and getting up making him sit up.

“What are you talking about?”

“You just can’t okay? Isn’t that what you always say to me?!”

“Y/N... honey, listen” he said stretching his hand on my direction but I took a step back.

“No, YOU listen!” I said pointing at his face “you can’t show up out of nowhere and do this to me, after months of not even calling me and treating me like a princess! Just so in two months you find someone new who’ll only break your heart so you’ll come back to me to glue all the pieces back in, this is fucking unfair, Shawn”

“Y/N...”

“Don’t” I said looking outside “you won’t do this to me again okay? I’m not falling for your tricks again”

“Which tricks are you talking about?”

“Oooh, now you don’t know?” I asked sarcastically, feeling the lump on my throat forming and the tears trying to spill. Fuck!

“I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

“Of course you don’t, you don’t even notice you do this! How could I’ve been so dumb?! Ooh you’re so good, Mendes”

“You’re not making any sense, please look at me, honey, explain it”

“I’m trying to!” I said looking his way when I felt the first tear roll down my face “I’ve been trying to tell you for years but you’re just a dumb boy! What I’m trying to say is you can’t come around when you’re not with a girl just to make me feel like I’m the only one you care about, taking me to dinners, cuddling till I’m asleep, calling me ‘baby’ and stuff, taking me to Disney, taking me to fancy dinners, almost kissing me and then just giving up, you can’t do this to me, not when I’ve always been here and always been fucking in love with you, and the worst part is that you don’t even notice it! God, you’re just so good, I wish I could hate you! I...”

“You love me love me?” He asked cutting me off.

“That’s all you got from what I’ve said?!”

“Shut up for a second, dummie”

“Shawn...”

“No, just think” he said and I sat down in front of him “when was the last time you saw me doing all of this for a girl? Never! And that’s because I’ve been in love with you for ages, you idiot! I’ve never acted on it because I thought you would reject me and I would lose you for real, like not having you even as a friend”

“You called me an idiot?!”

“Y/N, this really doesn’t matter right now, does it?” He asked softly cupping my face on his big hands and I shook my head “I love you and only you, and I’m sorry I’ve made you think differently, and it’s always been you, since I’m a teenager, or not even then, I’ve never wanted someone as bad as I do now”

“I love you too” I said barely in a whisper and he smiled so brightly that he could light up this whole town as he pulled me to straddle his thighs.

“Now I know, honey” he said hugging me tight by my waist and kissing my forehead making me shake my head “What?”

“Wrong place, asshole” I said and he only chuckled lightly, leaning closer to me and rubbing our noses lightly together.“

You’re the worst” he said brushing his lips with mine.

“I know, and you love it” I said finally crashing out lips together.Kissing him felt like nothing I’ve ever thought about, not even close, not even in my wildest dreams. His lips felt like heaven. The perfect combination between soft and firm, sweet but filled with desire, and in the right pace. Everything fell into place. When his tongue met mine I literally melted, and released the softest moan I could but he listened and deepen the kiss in seconds.

“You’re literally perfect” he said breaking the kiss to recover his breath and rested his forehead against mine “I’m so sorry”

“For what?”

“For waiting way too long to talk to you and to kiss you”

“I’ll forgive you...”“You will? As in you haven’t yet?!”

“Hm... dunno, maybe you should kiss me again to help me forgive you faster” I said and he chuckled.

And that’s how we almost lost breakfast on the next morning to check out, because we simply couldn’t keep our hands off each other and ended up going too late to bed, but at least was worth it. He’s always worth it.

-*-

*a few months later*

“Okay, what are the reasons that I should move in with you again?” I asked laying with my foot propped against the headboard of my bed as I spoke with Shawn that was on the bathroom getting ready for bed in my tiny apartment.

“Well, first, my bed is bigger”

“I can always buy a bigger bed” I said playing with the strings of my (his) hoodie.

“My place is bigger and safer”

“I don’t care about the size, you should know that by now, Mendes” I said obviously mocking him, but he turned on the bathroom to face me, and even though I was seeing him upside down, I could see the furrow on his brows “I’m kidding, baby, don’t be mad at me”

“I’m not punishing you with tickles right now because I’m trying to make a point here and you look so damn cute in my clothes” he said closing the bathroom door coming to the room and sitting at the end of the bed “oh, and you know damn well that size is not the problem here, neither is making you c...”

“Okay, okay, I was joking, I’m sorry, I know” I rapidly cut him off feeling my face heat up.

“Okay, back to the real deal, my place is the same distance from college and I go to the same school as you, we could go together, less gas and driving involved”

“Keep going”

“You wouldn’t need to worry about packing every single time you go there and neither would I, we could always wake up next to each other, it would be cheaper since we would be sharing bills”

“Anything else?”

“I would always be there for you physically when you need me, we can split chores, be in each other’s company, it’s closer to your parent’s house, Flo can come visit you and sleep on the guest room, I would be able to spoil you...”

“You already do that”

“And even though our relationship thing is a little over ten months, we’ve known each other forever and I’ve always loved you, so you don’t have to afraid of us not working out, we’ve been for the past twenty years!”

“Shawn...”

“What?” He asked softly, playing with my hair but I quickly sat up to not let his sweet touches mess up with my mind.

“It’s late, I had a tough week and so did you, can we talk about this some other day?”

“Honey, you’ve been putting this conversation off for a month now!”

“I know, I just want to think clearly about this and for that I need space and time” I said holding his hand and kissing it gently “I’m sorry, baby”

Shawn sighed heavily and nodded, letting go of my hand and getting up.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m not supposed to leave?”

“No! Are you insane? Why would you think that?”

“You said you needed time and space, I was going to give you that” he said lowering his head.

I kneeled on the bed and dragged myself to the end of the bed to cup his face, forcing him to look at me.

“Baby... I didn’t mean for you to go, I need you here with me right now, okay?”

“I’m sorry”

“For what, Shawnie?”

“For being so insistent and annoying”“You’re not, baby, I swear, I understand you, I really do, and you don’t annoy me at all, I actually find it really cute”

“So you’re not mad at me?” He asked and I shook my head “so you’re actually considering moving in with me?”

I nodded and I saw a glimpse of hope between so much love pouring out of his eyes and whole body language that in that moment I knew I was hooked with him forever.

“I love you so much” I said softly wrapping my arms around his neck and his hands flew to my waist.

“I love you more” he said kissing me as if I was made of glass, so softly and gently that I could barely enjoy it enough “let’s get some sleep, eh? I know you haven’t been able to sleep well the past few days, I hope I can finally help with that” he said pulling the duvet for me.I laid back on my side of the bed and covered myself as I felt Shawn’s side dip under his weight.

He delicately pulled me to his chest, where I rested my head to listen to his steady heartbeat to lure me to sleep, one of his hands rubbing up and down my back while the other was tangled in my hair, caressing it softly. I place a gentle kiss on his chest and I felt him give a gentle squeeze on the back of my neck in return. He turned off the lights and I hugged him tighter to me, taking in his scent to clear my head.

“Shawn?” I called him barely in a whisper after a few minutes of pure silence and finally feeling my whole body relax against his warm form.

“Hm”

“Are you awake?”

“Yeah, anything wrong, honey?” He asked with concern laced on his voice.

“Actually, there is something wrong but can easily be fixed”

“And what is it?”

“My place is kinda small, my bed sucks, it’s not the safest apartment, it’s not that close to my parents house, it’s not the cheapest and I have to do all on my own, Flo always have to sleep at the living room or with me, I always have to pack to go to your place, I have to walk alone or drive everyday alone to campus, you’re not always here to wake up with me and to be here physically whenever I need you”

“Oh, yeah? And what do you suggest us to do to solve that problem?” He asked playfully, the smile clear on his voice.

“I guess I should move in with you then” I said simply shrugging and he chuckled.

“Okay, sweetheart, I think you should really sleep now” he said kissing the top of my head and I place my chin on his sternum, starring at him as best as I could with the only source of light being from the moon.

“But I’m actually serious” I said and I saw realization hit him “I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and you’re actually right in every single point you’ve made, it would be best for both of us, and I know our parents would love it actually”

“Are you really saying that you’re moving in with me?”

“Yes, Shawn, I want to move in with you, whenever you want me to” I said and I swear his smile could light up the whole apartment.

“Oh my God, Y/N, are you really serious? You swear?!”

“I do, baby, I swear, this is not a joke, I just finally realize how much I love you and need you with me”

“I love you too, oh my God” he said crashing his lips on mine, this time not as gentle as before.

He was quickly licking into my mouth like he had the whole time on the planet, with so much passion and love that I almost melted in his embrace. His hand on my back was holding me so tightly against him like I was going to escape or disappear, and the hand at the back of my neck was also holding me in place.

I grabbed a fist full of his curls, tugging lightly at it, electing a low moan from him, followed by a sequence of pecks all over my face, including my lips and the tip of my nose. Finally when he stopped his ‘assault’ on my face, I placed my forehead on top of his brushing or noses together, trying to catch my breath.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me” he said softly “you and that trip to Paris”

“Where everything started”

“No, honey, where everything fell into place” he said placing one last kiss on my lips before guiding me into dreamland.

The End

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Thoughts on the leaked Superman TV suit redesign?

Assuming this is real - and I’m inclined to say so, that’s a real assistant costume designer on Arrow and a concept artist credited, both people who would be assigned to do this sort of thing but finding their names would take more work than I imagine the typical dude with photoshop would put in for this - while probably not final I actually like it a lot! It’s not the truly correct answer of putting the classic s-shield on Routh’s Crisis suit, but next to that it addresses all my issues with what Hoechlin’s had so far: the belt’s better (and visibly functions as a belt) and does the missing trunks’ job of breaking up the colors, the boots are streamlined, the texture of the cape is better, and the cape clips are placed so that the cape drapes over him as it should while still providing the apparent comfort of that compared to tucking it in. Not wild about the red cuffs or the two-tone on the bodysuit, and if the lighting isn’t deceptive it needs to be more colorful, but as if nothing else a representation of where the creators’ heads are at I find it very encouraging, and the suits have always been tweaked over subsequent seasons on the CW shows anyway.

The truly big thing however is that this is hot on the heels of Superman & Lois being officially picked up as a series rather than waiting for the pilot to be judged - obvious as it seemed, it would have also seemed obvious that they’d pull the trigger on this 3 years ago, and also there was always the worry that the movie division would either pull themselves together or simply chicken out and pull the plug on this at the last minute. But now it’s official, and having been 3 years since I first gave thought to how a Hoechlin Superman series could work (Tulloch and Cryer weren’t even in the mix yet), many of my assumptions as to what would be in play have been dashed, and it’s ended up with distinguishing features going in I never would have guessed. So as is, my primary hopes for the series:

* For the first couple years, keep things relatively simple and streamlined in terms of season arcs. Todd Helbing’s in charge, and from what I’ve seen of his past work as showrunner of Seasons 4 and 5 of The Flash (where I jumped on, which is a shame since it sure seems like there was a drop in quality compared to what I’d been seeing before) he had a really hard time juggling the substantial cast of characters it had built up by that point alongside a season-spanning threat…but he also wrote or cowrote excellent individual episodes, including easily the best episode of the entire CWverse to my knowledge “Enter Flashtime”, and it’s arguable those seasons were generally casualties of having used up the obvious threats and buying time until Crisis. Going into this I don’t see much need for a sprawling supporting cast from jump, so if the overarching villain can be managed appropriately I don’t see him being a poor choice for shepherding the first season or two.

* Keep the soap operatics largely confined to the sons. Whether it’s Chris or Conner or Damian joining Jon, I’d imagine half the point of bringing in a pair of teenagers to a show with a pair of leads who have moved past the figuring-out-life-and-love travails of your average CW protagonist is so that *they* can do that stuff instead. Let Lois and Clark focus on reporting and superheroics and as advertised “the stress, pressures and complexities that come with being working parents in today’s society”, along with assorted character journeys and challenges tailored to them that fall outside the typical arc of CW series leads. Meanwhile, the teens can contend with burgeoning love lives and deciding who they want to be alongside figuring out how to become heroes.

* Maybe break it up across multiple timelines? I know they did a lot of this sort of thing with Arrow with the flashbacks and flash-forwards as series-spanning anchors; maybe there’d be something to be mined here with present-day sections, past sections of Superman’s earlier years in Metropolis before he and Lois got together or Lex turned on him, and future events. Heck, the latter could get the super sons as teens without any need to age them up in the present, and permit easy crossovers with Legends or the upcoming apparently future-set Green Arrow and the Canaries.

* Lex obviously has to be in the mix, but shouldn’t be the sole villain of the first season when he was already the bad guy for the last season of Supergirl. Given his amazing new status quo of being Silver/Bronze/Modern-Age Lex masquerading as Byrne’s Luthor, taking him down would be the obvious centerpiece of the Daily Planet chunk of the series, especially for Lois since that’s presumably going to be her primary domain. Once he’s exposed though totally go all-out supervillain with him.

* Can’t believe I’m saying this, especially on the heels of that last note, but maybe don’t get too political. I know Supergirl has made efforts, but everything I’ve heard about the execution sounds incredibly mixed, between a black Machester Black being told not to kill Nazi stand-ins, and the first preview for the current season basically opening with Supergirl narrating “We deposed our corrupt Trump analogue, so I thought people would be committed to fighting for social justice…but they’re obsessed with their Facebook gizmos instead!”, a truly bizarre instance of trying to appease all sides. Totally have instances of Superman taking some lefty or at least liberal stances as is tradition, but it probably wouldn’t be the best idea to try and build a season around a given message given both the track record and that all the extra eyes on this will mean it being subject to even more extensive pressures.

* Speaking of the number of eyes on it, god I hope this is allowed to get weird even given it’s probably going to be the flagship for the network and therefore will definitely have higher-ups wanting to make sure it isn’t alienatingly off-beat. They put Beebo and Sargon the Sorcerer in the Crisis finale for Christ’s sake! The least they could do is let Hoechlin fight Krull or go on an adventure with Calvin Ellis, and let Tulloch get witch powers and tame Titano; the last live-action Superman show in Lois & Clark was made in a pre-Morrison world and aired on ABC, and it still had a time-travelling H.G. Wells as a recurring character and an episode where he gets shrunk down to a teeny-tiny little Superman (which also just happened with this guy!). The clear All-Star influence so far is a good sign along with how odd The Flash has frequently gotten as the current center to their shared universe - including under Helbing - but this is still probably my primary concern. Give us at least a few truly high concepts per season even if I suspect the goofiness will be toned down relative to its older siblings.

* I’m not that concerned with the villains: he’s got a few established already between Lex, Metallo, Mongul, Reactron, Zod (maybe the inexplicable decision to have had Superman kill him off-screen can be undone by Crisis), Maxima, and Doomsday, it’s implied by Elseworlds he got his own Bizarro, Brainiac’s easy to introduce, and the villains introduced as specifically Supergirl’s enemies such as Parasite, Silver Banshee, and Mxyzptlk could easily roll into Metropolis. And there’s plenty of other possibilities with the likes of Solaris, Prankster, Subjekt-17, Terra Man, Magog, Ultraman, Riot, or Atomic Skull who either have tons of potential to unearth, or don’t but as a simple visual or gimmick could easily carry an episode or two. I’d still prefer the more exploration/mystery-driven angle suggested in my original pitch up above, but I recognize that’s not too likely.

* Finally, if he’s truly committed to being done after getting the little epilogue and sendoff he deserved he’s got all the right in the world, but if Routh would have any interest absolutely make him the shows’ equivalent to John Shipp on Flash as Uncle Kal from Earth 96, popping by every now and then to be the fun uncle to the boys and give Clark life advice.

#Superman & Lois #Superman #Lois Lane #Superman's Suit #Tyler Hoechlin #Elizabeth Tulloch #DCTV #Todd Helbing #Lex Luthor #Brandon Routh #Superhero Costumes #Opinion

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