#green velvet jacket

[hotfuss]

The Killers @ Kägelbanan, Stockholm 9/11/2004. Photos by Tuben Persson

[runawaydr3amerao3]

"It was the love story of two brothers, to be honest." — Jensen Ackles, New York Comic Con 2022

[X, X - 4:40]

❤️ Jared's version

[thewildbelladonna]

Stevie performing at the Day on the Green Festival in Oakland, CA, May 7th, 1977.

[wellwornwornwell]

[shadowland]

Blind Faith (1969)

[britneyshakespeare]

Dresses that are nice but they're only made to fit you if you're 5'5 T____T

[womenofwrestlingfashion]

Premium Velvet Cropped Jacket (sold out) & Premium Textured Velvet Tailored Shorts (sold out) from Nasty Gal and Aasma Platform Heeled Sandals in Lilac Patent from RAID ($31.50 - on sale)

[a-passing-storm]

Fun fact about me is I dress like your typical YA Bad Boy but I am just a silly little guy that like poetry and poppies.

[samkkshopping]

Bollywood Inspired Lehenga at Samyakk: Find Your Dream Design for Any Occasion

Miuccia Prada: “What you wear is how you present yourself to the world, especially today when human contacts go so fast.”

Many brides in India turn to Bollywood actresses for fashion ideas, and wedding outfits are no exception. Here are some gorgeous lehenga looks inspired by Bollywood that are perfect for the modern bride.

Reception Lehenga Inspiration Inspired by Bollywood Brides

Bollywood weddings are known for their grandeur and the bride’s stunning lehenga is always a showstopper. If you’re a bride-to-be looking for inspiration for your reception look, take a peek at what these recent Bollywood brides wore:

Kiara Advani: Setting a new trend, Kiara Advani opted for a beautiful pink lehenga by Manish Malhotra for her February wedding. The lehenga featured intricate embroidery and delicate gota Patti work. While the exact time to create the masterpiece isn’t public knowledge, the intricate details suggest hundreds of hours of dedicated craftsmanship.

Parineeti Chopra: Embracing tradition, Parineeti Chopra chose a classic red lehenga by Abu Jani Sandeep Khosla for her Udaipur wedding in May. The lehenga boasted heavy gold embellishments and a regal aura. The designers are known for their meticulous work, so expect countless hours poured into creating this masterpiece.

Kriti Kharbanda: Kriti Kharbanda’s wedding lehenga in November by Falguni Shane Peacock was a vision in ivory. The lehenga featured a unique 3D floral design and a sheer dupatta, perfect for the modern bride who wants a touch of whimsy. The intricate details likely took hundreds of hours to create.

Shama Sikander: Shama Sikander opted for a glamorous beach wedding in Goa this April. Her lehenga by Shehlaa Khan was a masterpiece in champagne gold, adorned with shimmering sequins and crystals. The intricate work on this lehenga suggests a significant investment in time and effort.

Swara Bhasker’s: Swara Bhasker’s wedding lehenga in February was a unique departure from tradition. Designed by Ritu Kumar, the lehenga was a beautiful shade of red with a printed floral motif, perfect for the bride who wants a more contemporary look. While details on creation time aren’t available, the intricate floral design suggests a considerable amount of design and execution time.

These are just a few examples of the stunning lehengas worn by recent Bollywood brides. Remember, you can always take inspiration from these looks and adapt them to your personal style and preferences!

Designer Bollywood lehenga cholis are meticulously crafted with exquisite embellishments and rich fabrics. Whether you’re searching for a classic silhouette or a more Bollywood inspired lehenga choli, you’ll find a plethora of designs to make you feel like a true star.

Here’s how to channel your inner Bollywood diva for your reception:

Embrace the Sparkle: Bollywood is synonymous with shimmer! Look for a lehenga choli with embroidery in shimmering threadwork, sequins, or beadwork.

A splash of Color: Don’t shy away from bold hues! While red is a classic choice, explore other vibrant colors like emerald green, royal blue, or even a playful fuchsia for a Bollywood reception lehenga.

The Power of Prints: Latest designs often incorporate beautiful printed lehengas with floral or paisley motifs, adding a unique touch to your Bollywood style lehenga choli.

The Ultimate Showstopper: A designer Bollywood lehenga choli will turn heads. Look for intricate embellishments, dramatic trails, or statement jewelry to create a truly unforgettable look.

Finding Your Dream Lehenga:

Online Shopping: Numerous online retailers offer a wide variety of Bollywood lehenga cholis online. This allows you to browse from the comfort of your home and compare styles and prices.

Remember, the most important thing is to feel confident and beautiful on your special day. Choose a lehenga choli that reflects your personal style and lets you dance the night away!

Looking for more inspiration? Explore social media platforms like Instagram using hash tags like #Bollywood Lehenga #ReceptionLehenga #DesignerLehenga to see how other brides have rocked this stunning look.

Whether you crave a classic look or a more fashion-forward ensemble, you’ll find the perfect lehenga choli for a Bollywood style reception.

Steal the Spotlight with These Trends:

Sequin Dreams: Bollywood lehenga cholis with sequins are a guaranteed way to add sparkle to your reception look. Imagine catching the light as you twirl on the dance floor!

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall: Lehenga cholis with mirror work add a dazzling touch of tradition and reflect the vibrant energy of a Bollywood celebration.

Jacked Up Style: A lehenga choli with a jacket creates a unique and sophisticated look, perfect for a bride who wants to stand out.

Zari Work Magic: Zari work adds a touch of opulence and regality to your Bollywood reception lehenga choli. This intricate embroidery is a hallmark of Indian fashion and will make you feel like royalty.

Shopping for Your Dream Lehenga:

Online Convenience: Bollywood reception wear online shopping provides a vast selection of lehenga choli collections at your fingertips. Browse from the comfort of your home and compare designs from various Bollywood lehenga choli stores and boutiques.

The Perfect Fit: Custom Bollywood lehenga cholis allow you to create a piece that flatters your figure and reflects your personal style.

Don’t forget the dupatta! A beautifully embellished lehenga choli with a dupatta completes your Bollywood-inspired reception look.

Planning your reception lehenga? Look no further than Samyakk for inspiration!

Looking for show-stopping lehenga inspiration for your upcoming wedding? Look no further than these breathtaking celebrity looks! Each lehenga captures a unique essence, allowing you to find the perfect match for your dream wedding day.

Embrace Opulence:

Rukmini Vansant’s Deep Teal Appliqué Embroidered Velvet Wedding Lehenga is a vision of regal elegance. The rich velvet fabric and intricate appliqué embroidery exude a luxurious feel, perfect for a bride who wants to make a grand statement.

Classic Beauty with a Twist:

Sampada’s Red & Dark Ochre Zardozi Embroidered Velvet Bridal Lehenga with Broad Leaf Neck is a timeless choice. The classic red color symbolizes passion and love, while the intricate Zardozi embroidery adds a touch of tradition. The unique broad leaf neck design sets this lehenga apart, making it a truly special piece.

Sparkle like a Star:

Sapthami Gowda looks nothing short of regal in Samyakk’s Sequins Embroidered Net Lehenga. This lehenga is perfect for the bride who wants to add a touch of modern glamour to her wedding look. The shimmering sequins will catch the light as you walk down the aisle, making you feel like a true star.

Rust-toned Romance:

Asha Bhat’s Samyakk’s Rust Orange Sequins Embroidered Raw Silk Bridal Lehenga offers a romantic and contemporary twist. The unique rust orange color is both eye-catching and flattering, while the sequins add a touch of sparkle.

Soft Elegance:

Amyra Dastur stuns in Cannoli Cream Resham Embroidered Silk Exclusive Bridal Lehenga. This lehenga is the epitome of soft elegance. The delicate Cannoli cream color creates a dreamy and ethereal look, while the intricate Resham embroidery adds a touch of tradition.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Does Samyakk offer Bollywood-inspired lehengas? Answer: While Samyakk has many of their lehenga designs incorporate elements commonly seen in Bollywood fashion. Look for details like rich colors, intricate embellishments, sequins, and dramatic silhouettes.

How can I find Bollywood-inspired lehengas at Samyakk? Answer: Here are some tips:

Browse by Occasion: Samyakk categorizes lehengas by occasion, such as “Wedding Lehenga�� or “Reception Lehenga.” These categories often feature lehengas ideal for a glamorous Bollywood-inspired look.

Focus on Design Details: Look for lehengas with characteristics often associated with Bollywood fashion. These may include:

Sequins: Many Bollywood lehengas shimmer with sequins.

Zari work: This intricate gold or silver embroidery adds a touch of opulence.

Velvet: Velvet lehengas create a luxurious and regal feel.

Bright Colors: Don’t shy away from bold colors like red, emerald green, or royal blue.

Embroidery: Look for lehengas with detailed embroidery patterns.

Search by Keywords: Samyakk’s website might allow you to search by keywords. Try terms like “sequined lehenga,” “embroidered lehenga,” or “velvet lehenga” to find relevant options.

What are some keywords I can use to search for lehengas online? Answer: The blog itself mentions several keywords you can use to refine your online search, including:

Velvet lehenga

Sequined lehenga

Net lehenga

Zardosi embroidery

Resham embroidery

Raw silk lehenga

Cannoli cream lehenga

Rust orange lehenga

Are there any online resources to see Samyakk’s lehengas? Answer: Yes! Samyakk has an online website showcasing their lehenga collections. They are also active on social media platforms like Instagram, Meta and Pinterest. Look for them using their brand name to see photos and videos of their lehengas.

Conclusion

These celebrity lehengas showcase the vast diversity of styles available. Use them as inspiration to find the perfect lehenga that reflects your unique personality and wedding vision now @Samyakk online website and visit there store which is located in Bangalore. Whether you crave timeless elegance, modern sparkle, or romantic charm, there’s a lehenga out there waiting to make you feel like the most beautiful bride on your special day.

[suziwest-coatcollection]

Acquired: Pennybug Vintage, Asheville, NC, March 2024

[tistabenetb12]

A denim jacket is a timeless wardrobe staple, effortlessly blending casual charm with versatility.Tistabene's collection of sleek and modern denim jackets provides the perfect canvas for your style journey.

[burnedself]

Ah, women.

[reyenii]

since edwin is very closed off, except for when he’s with his best friend, charles, costume designer kelli dunsmore reflected his buttoned-up mentality through his bespoke suit, complete with bowtie and collar. edwin’s outfit, along with charles’ period garb, were designed to help them stand out more in modern day port townsend. “i knew edwin would, because no one dresses like that now,” says dunsmore.

dunsmore wanted everything about charles to feel “a little bit cool and underground,” from his union jack and the who bull’s-eye patches to his checkerboard pins. his little cross earring and chain on the outside of his shirt are also meant to be homages to the ’80s.

in the show, crystal’s hero color is purple, which you’ll notice in her velvet coat and long silk letterman jacket, which dunsmore thought of as a psychic cloak with hand-embroidered patches, including the wilting rose of england.

her brown trench coat represents an explosion of everything going on in her mind. dunsmore decided the scribbled words and drawings are a result of crystal writing all over it to express her inner turmoil. there are even lyrics on there from the song she’s listening to on the tube when she meets the dead boys.

david’s connection with crystal seeps into her wardrobe, too. since david wears a flower shirt, dunsmore’s team hand-painted flowers onto crystal’s black boots. and niko is wearing a dark sweater with flowers on it when we first meet her, as an homage to crystal. the costume department also drew the same rune pattern the dead boys use to exorcise david in episode 1 onto crystal’s trench coat and on the tab of her wool bomber jacket. “so she’s always got some sort of protection,” says dunmore.

every color niko wears is inspired by what’s happening in that episode, from the green post-sprite exodus to blue when she’s feeling sad. niko only wears a white look, with nods to her japanese heritage, in the finale as a reset. the charms on her obi belt represent the colors she’s worn all season.

night nurse is someone who’s in control all the time and likes things to be in their proper place. dunsmore looked to vivienne westwood for inspiration, since everything in night nurse’s world is a bit exaggerated. (by the way, niko’s orange monochromatic look is a nod to her scenes with night nurse and night nurse’s red hair.)

since david is a demon, he finds a london boy that looks cool enough for crystal to find attractive. that meant dunsmore dressing him in a shearling jacket you’d find in “all the guy ritchie movies,” black pants and creeper shoes. the costumer’s mood board for “david the d” featured radiohead and amy winehouse and her husband blake, who often wore hats similar to the one you see david wearing in the show.

pay close attention to monty’s leather jacket and you just might spot an inlaid crow feather or two.

it’s not only esther who wears clothes with a gilt, old-gold color — cat king and night nurse also do as a nod to their villainy. (esther and cat king also have similar fur coats.) amidst her beauty, dunsmore wanted esther to be a little rough around the edges. she wears a cuff around her hand that’s adorned with a snake and a ring with teeth all around it to represent the teeth she’s collecting from all the little girls. her eye necklace is meant to be her witch pendant.

mischievous as ever, cat king has (cat) eyes everywhere and is aware of edwin’s affection for charles. so he wears charles’ socks the first time he meets edwin.

[evandore]

tho i really need to get a job i am so tired of being poor. i went to some op shops w my gf and i found the CUTEST!!! leather wrap around skirt. it was like knee length and ive never wanted anything more. IT WAS 140 DOLLARS!!!!!!!! what the fuck dude that is like. thats not even an op shop thats just high end shit. but i was also in sydney so like. you know how it is. but thats crazy thats even more expensive then my leather jacket. idek if it was real but god i wanted it so bad

[shortnotsweet]

This technically applies to my Stepmother AU in which Alicent is around six years older than Rhaenyra, and occupies a wicked stepmother role as opposed to ex ‘friends-to-first loves-to-enemies’. Despite lacking the foundation of shared girlhood, both find simultaneous comfort and rivalry in one another, and undergo a gravitational pull. A young Rhaenyra’s eagerness to participate in swordplay and political affairs at a young is accommodated for, and she grows up with a sword in one hand and the weight of experience in another, which further helps pave her way to the throne.

Alicent’s Costuming

Alicent’s clothing is almost entirely bottle, emerald, or forest green. While there is layering present in her skirts and jackets, the accent should always be a darker green than the base color. The fabric is deep, rich, and retains an undeniably high-quality luster. Look to velvets and silks. Gold embroidery lingers around her sleeves, neck, and hemline to elevate the coloring.

Metallic embellishments should be almost military-like, and appear heavy. Contribute to the imagery of chains or shackles in addition to her status

Draws inspiration from historically accurate stiffness and Victorian shapes, with a tapered waist, imposing, puffy sleeves, and a high neckline. Despite inaccuracies, this shape is evocative of someone elegantly and conservatively feminine, repressed, and capable of exerting power over others. Reference a classic, trussed hourglass shape. Skirts should be notably heavy and full; may make noise in movement

The coloring and shapes remain relatively consistent but lack variation; this is to demonstrate a lack of freedom and exploration, as well as an adherence to conventional feminine roles

Despite these limitations, her costuming should always be put-together, coordinated, and unquestionably fashionable. Tight sleeve cuffs may be accompanied by a more traditionally medieval fan sleeve

Shoes should stick mostly to slippers, or flat designs

In this AU, her hair leans more towards a dark brown instead of auburn, as her show counterpart. This is mostly due to faux-book accuracy and to simplify the sketch process, since keeping her hair darker in comparison to Rhaenyra’s lighter hair translates more easily in uncolored renderings.

Keep her hair either in a tidy bun or pulled back and loose; avoid too many intricate shapes, braids, or styles. Occasionally, the hair will hang loose. Lean into medieval or royal headpieces, clips, coverings, etc.

Rhaenyra’s Costuming

Rhaenyra’s clothes are primarily black and red, occasionally accented or substituted with neutrals such as beige, white, or gray. Exceptions may include blue or yellow, but she generally stays in this color palette.

Strong focus is drawn to her shoulders and neckline, sometimes with embroidered or embellished detailing. She often has strong, angular shoulders in her dresses or jackets, occasionally theatrically pointed. Off-the shoulder necklines emphasize her collarbones and a certain broadness.

There should be decent variety in her clothing; there is a hypothetical outfit for every occasion and more (for battle, for riding, everyday, formal, feasts, everyday, etc.), and most should be composed of multiple pieces and utilize generous layering. This includes under-fabric, belts and corsets, jackets and doublets, draped fabric for aesthetic purpose, and even functional capes.

Most of her clothes should provide visual aid for movement; additional fabric to her skirts, for example. Her clothes should be highly stylized but still easy to move in. In riding and battle gear, it is presumed that she wears pants and boots under her skirts, even if they are not visible.

Shoes lean more into boot cuts, still practical but should have a sleek and uniform quality to them. When she walks, she should make some kind of noise. Shoes should usually be black or potentially red, the latter for decorative purposes.

Overall her style should be more contemporary and lean into the fantasy element. She’s not opposed to oriental details or showing skin, and her costumes should reflect both couture-height drama and period-reliant aspects. Longer lines and diagonal hems mean she is not as devoted to an hourglass shape, and her high collars should always be decorative in some respect.

Keep her hair long and mostly loose, sometimes pulled back. Small braids should be implied as incorporated. Occasional hairstyles feature complicated braids. With the exception of highly decorative braided styles, simple buns should be avoided unless accompanied with very high necklines.

Avoid headpieces that are not either a) her crown or b) ceremonial.

[guilty-pleasures21]

hii i love ur writing! do u mind writing vigilante reader x jason doing undercover with their own cases (iceberg lounges perhaps) and they stumble across each other not knowing one another doing undercover and theyre both trying not to be exposed? could be just fluff or lotta tension or nsfw whatever you preferred! thankuuu xx

Thank you! Oh my gosh, this is so good! I actually kind of want to write more … 🤭 so let me know if you have any ideas on what you visualise happening next!

Undercover

Warnings: explicit descriptions of sex.

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     He sat sprawled out on the sofa in one of the private booths at the iceberg lounge. He’d set up a meeting with Roland De Fleures - an international arms dealer who’d recently been seen around Gotham. He was very likely planning on striking a deal with the Penguin, so Jason knew he had to get to him first. He glanced up from the blueprints Roland had been sharing with him, an unreadable expression on his face. 

     “And you’re sure one of these can take out that flying rat’s armoured tank?” Oh, that was good. He’d have to remember that insult for the next time he was face-to-face with Batman.

     “Yes! Definitely! We’ve already tested these missiles on tanks out in the Middle East,” Roland assured him enthusiastically. Then he leaned closer to Jason, a conspiratorial look on his face. “They can take out anything.”

     Jason smirked softly at Roland. Maybe he should just let him test it out once - just once. Just enough to take down the Bat’s ego a peg or two. “Sounds good. Let’s toast to it.”

     Roland turned to one of his men and gestured for him to get them drinks. The man got up to go to the bar, but then paused suddenly, prompting the rest of the group to follow his gaze. They held their breaths when they saw a gorgeous young woman walk in. She was clothed in a sleeveless green velvet dress that fell to her mid-calves and had a long slit in the side, exposing her tanned skin. She brushed her curly hair behind her ear, then glanced over at them with a naughty smile. Then her gaze met Jason’s and the both of them froze.

     Holy shit! What the actual hell was that idiot doing here?! Shit. He must have hacked into Batman’s files again to try to sabotage one of their missions. She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes at him in a challenging expression, then she turned back to the bartender. Well, hell if she was going to let him ruin this for her. She refused to look back at the group again, focusing all her attention on her drink instead, but her heart sped up slightly when she caught Jason’s familiar soap and leather scent curling through the air around her. He slid onto the chair next to hers.

     “What are you doing here, princess?” He hissed out through gritted teeth.

     X turned to face him, an unbothered smile fixed on her features. “I think I should be the one asking you that question, Mr …”

     “Matthew.” An incredulous snort escaped her lips before she could catch it and Jason frowned at her reaction. 

     “You don’t look like a ‘Matthew’,” X argued, swirling her straw around her drink before leaning forward to take another sip. Jason’s eyes fell to the way she closed her lips around the straw and his mouth suddenly went dry when she began sucking on it gently. He swallowed hard, then shook his head, forcing himself back to reality.

     “You can go home and tell Bruce that I don’t need a babysitter,” he grumbled. X shot him an exasperated look, then she stood up and placed her hands on his knees, forcing his legs apart so she could slip between them.

     “Look, Matthew.” She curled her fingers around the collar of his jacket and casually began adjusting his outfit. “I didn’t come here to babysit you.”

     She lifted her gaze to his and though she continued to smile, he didn't miss the dangerous glint in her eyes.

     “I came here to find out who De Fleures already has in his back pocket,” she continued, sliding her hands up his shoulders and around his neck. She pushed her fingers into his hair as she brought her lips closer to his ear, then she whispered threateningly, “so don’t f*ck this up for me. Got it, baby bird?”

     Shit. He couldn’t tell whether his body was heating up from his irritation at her words, or if it was because of how close they had suddenly become, her warm breath tickling his neck, her soft curves pressed up against him. He sucked in a breath of air and glared at her when she pulled back to look at him, but she just blinked at him innocently. “Well? Aren’t you going to introduce me to your new friends?”

     He ground his teeth together as they got up and he began leading her to his booth. “Gentlemen, allow me to introduce Irina Morozova. I’m sure you’ve heard of her father: Fyodor Morozova?” 

     X tensed up at the cover he’d fabricated for her: he’d just introduced her as the daughter of a prominent Russian crime lord. Which meant that she’d have to put on an accent the entire night. Oh, she’d get him back for this someday soon.

     Roland jumped to his feet, his eyes wide with awe: how could he have been so lucky to have such a wonderful opportunity just fall into his lap?! Maybe he should consider moving to this city permanently! “Miss Morozova! Of course! How lovely to meet you!”

     X smiled as she held a hand out for him to shake. “Yes, indeed. And you are?” 

     She took a step back and curled up against Jason’s side, dutifully playing the role of a spoiled young woman alone in a foreign country.

     “Roland,” he introduced himself. “Roland De Fleures. Please, have a seat, Miss Morozova.” He gestured to the sofa Jason had been sitting on, then sank back into his own seat when they’d both sat down again.

     Jason slung his arm over the back of the chair, giving X the space to settle against him. 

     “I informed Mr Morozova of our meeting today,” he explained to Roland, “so he sent his daughter over to see whether or not you would be worth taking a chance on, Mr De Fleures.”

     X slid her hand up and down Jason’s chest as she grinned up at him. “Da. Matthius was telling us that you are in the business of lightweight, terrestrial missiles?”

     Roland’s eyes lit up at her words and he pulled out his blueprints again. 

     “You know,” X began, leaning over to murmur in Jason’s ear as Roland began explaining his weapons to her, “I wasn't intending on playing the bimbo flavour of the week when I got here.”

     Jason trailed his nails gently along her bare arm, then he bent over to rest his head on her shoulder. X sucked in a breath and clenched her abs to stop her body from reacting inappropriately to the gravelly sound of his voice. “And I wasn't intending on you being here at all. So I guess we both lose.”

     X gave an awkward chuckle, then turned her attention back to Roland. 

     “So?” Roland questioned, smiling at her nervously. “What do you think your father will think?”

     X ran her hand up and down Jason’s torso again as she pretended to think about it and it took everything in him to keep his breathing steady.

     “If Matthius says it’s good, it’s good.” She tilted her head back to give Jason another enamoured smile and his heart fluttered against his own will. “Papa adores Matthius. It is why he trusts him with his precious daughter, da?”

     Roland chuckled heartily with the rest of his group. “Yes, yes. Johnny! Get a round of drinks for the table. What will you have, Miss Morozova?”

     X bit her lip as she thought about it. 

     “A cosmopolitan?” she suggested, fluttering her eyelashes at Jason in question.

     “Whatever you want, babydoll,” he replied before lowering his head to mutter in her ear. “You’d better be able to hold your alcohol, princess.” 

     X laughed softly, as if he’d just said something funny. Then she turned her head towards his. “Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.”

     She caught his earlobe between her teeth and tugged on it gently before releasing it and facing Roland again. Jason clenched the edge of the sofa as he resisted the urge to touch her. F*ck. Did she have to be so soft? He straightened slightly as she began talking to the rest of the group, trying to focus back on their mission. “Target is the one sitting on Roland’s right. He’s got the thumbdrive in his jacket. Looks like it’s under his arm.”

     X tried to pay attention as he lowered his arm to her waist and began casually stroking her side. She caught the man’s eye as she reached for her drink and lowered her head shyly before peeking up at him again from beneath her eyelashes. The man gulped in response and she knew that she had him right where she wanted him.

     “So, how are you finding America, Miss Morozova?” Roland asked. X pretended to take a sip of her, then she set it back down on the table before leaning her head against Jason’s chest.

     “It is … dull?” she admitted, putting on the bored air of a spoiled heiress. She reached up to undo the third button on Jason’s shirt, then she slipped her hand beneath the material. “But the men are all right.” 

     She glanced back at her target with a naughty smile and he shyly broke her gaze again.

    Holy shit! He was starting to get dizzy from the way she was running her hand across his bare skin! And in front of everyone too! F*ck, it felt good. He slid his hand a little lower down her back, just grazing the curve of her ass, then smirked slightly when he felt her suck in a breath. 

     She gritted her teeth, doing her best to ignore the way her body had started to warm at his touch. But two could play this game. She lifted her leg and draped it over his thigh, letting the material of her dress slip away to reveal her smooth skin. “Have you ever been to Russia, Mr Roland?”

     She leaned forward to take another sip of her drink again, allowing her target a glimpse of her ample cleavage.

     “Oh, no,” Roland replied. “But hopefully I will be able to make a trip there soon?”

     X smiled knowingly as she wrapped herself back around Jason, this time sliding her arms around his neck as well. F*ck, she was driving him crazy! He rested his arm back on the sofa, then glided his other hand up her bare thigh.

     She couldn’t stop herself from shivering at the feeling of his rough palm sliding against her skin. She tilted her head back to whisper in his ear. “I’m gonna get him alone. Can you pretend to kiss my neck before I go?”

     Pretend? He’d do her one better. He bent over and teasingly brushed his lips up the side of her neck. He flicked his tongue out at her earlobe when he reached it, then dug his fingers into her thigh as he tugged on it with his teeth.  

     This time, she clenched all her muscles as she held her target’s gaze, refraining from reacting too intensely to Jason’s lips and tongue all over her. Shit, he was good. She stood up and smiled at Jason before shooting her target a conspiratorial look as she walked away. And as expected, the man quickly excused himself, discreetly heading in the same direction she had. Jason kept his gaze trained on him as he walked away, his blood starting to boil. He knew she’d be able to take care of herself, but … God, he felt like breaking every bone in that man’s body at the thought of what might come next. Instead, he swallowed down his rage and rejoined the conversation with Roland.

     She set her purse down on the chaise in one of the private rooms in the back of the lounge. She knew she didn’t have much time, so she quickly poured some whiskey into two glasses before slipping a little sleep medication into one of them. She set the glass with the medication down on the small table in the middle of the room, then sat back with her own glass, settling herself into a seductive pose. Eventually, the man entered the room, visibly nervous. X patted the space beside her, fixing him with a warm smile, and he relaxed. “You know, I never caught your name, Mr …”

     “Rick,” he supplied, taking the glass on the table in front of him and swallowing down a large gulp. 

     “Hmm. Rick,” she repeated carefully. She brushed his hair gently, trying to put him at ease. “So shy, Rick.” 

     Then she climbed on top of him suddenly, straddling his lap, her glass still in her hand. She leaned back to set it down on the table, then placed her hands on his shoulders.

     “I don't bite, Rick,” she reassured him, moving one hand to cup his cheek and brushing her thumb across his lower lip. She gasped softly as his lips parted in response to her touch, then she flicked her gaze up to his and grinned. “Unless you want me to.”

     Rick swallowed hard and took another gulp of his drink, wanting to work up his courage. X snickered softly as he finished his glass, then she took it from his hands and set it down on the table beside hers. She returned her attention to him and fiddled with the collar of his shirt before running her hands down his body. 

     “I was worried you wouldn't notice me, Rick.” She pouted up at him and he smirked softly at her as he raised a hand to her face.

     “It would be impossible not to notice you, Miss Morozova.” He stroked her cheek as his eyes roved over her face, taking in her sweet features. “You're so beautiful even a blind man wouldn't be able to miss you.”

     X tilted her head as she smiled at his praise and Rick’s eyes darkened with lust. Then she let her eyelashes flutter shut as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. 

     “Mmm …” A soft groan rumbled out of his chest as she kissed him and he tightened his grip on her waist as he began to reciprocate. X rolled her hips against his as she sucked on his tongue, teasing him mercilessly. It was always easier if she could get them aroused: then the sleeping medication would kick in faster. It only lasted for about fifteen minutes though: long enough for her to conduct her search, but not so long that the others would get suspicious and come looking for him.

     “Shit,” Rick cursed under his breath as she nipped his lower lip. He slid his hands up her thighs and X started undoing the buttons of his shirt as he kissed her again. But f*ck, all she could think about was f*cking Jason Todd! His strong arms and his broad chest and that infuriating smirk he'd shoot her with his wide lips. She clutched the collar of Rick's shirt and lowered her mouth to his neck, licking and sucking on his skin as her p*ssy grew warmer and warmer. And holy shit, he probably had such a good f*cking dick too: thick and long and just so f*cking delicious! F*ck.

     “M-Miss … Miss Morrrrozzzzooo?” Rick stammered, his words getting more slurred as the drowsiness began to overcome him. It wasn’t long before he was knocked out completely, laying back around the sofa with his eyes closed.

     She sighed and took a moment to steady her breathing before she got off of him. F*cking Jason Todd. She reached under his jacket and found the thumbdrive in a hidden pocket sewn into the material just below his arm. She slipped it carefully into her purse before taking a plain one out and replacing it in his pocket, then she got to work setting the scene. She unbuckled Rick’s belt and unzipped his pants before reaching into his underwear and pulling him out. She slipped her hand between her legs and collected some of the c*m she'd started leaking at the thought of having Jason's big, strong arms squeezing her against his hard muscles, then she coated the length of Rick’s dick in it. Finally, when she’d finished, she sat back and waited patiently for him to awaken.

     “W-Wha …?” Rick mumbled, slowly coming to. “What happened?”

     X placed her hand on his chest and smiled up at him in amusement. “You fell asleep, Rick.” 

     She pushed herself to her knees, moving to get up, but paused to whisper in his ear. “That was a good f*ck though, Rick. I will let Mr Roland know we are moving forward with the deal.”

     She grinned, then adjusted her dress before leaving to return to their booth.

     Jason watched her carefully as she walked back over to him. He tried to search her for signs of sex, but he wasn’t exactly sure what he should be looking for. A rosy glow? An expression of pure delight? She didn’t seem to be conveying any of that though - just a smug smirk to let him know that the job had been done.

     She sank back into his side, draping herself comfortably over him again. “Got it.”

     He curled his arm back around her side, but all he could think about was where the other man’s hands had been: her breasts? Her ass? He’d be paying him a good visit tonight in his Red Hood guise.

     “Matthius,” X whined. “I’m tired. Take me back to my room?” 

     She rearranged her features into a drunken expression and he gripped her chin in his hand. But why did he care so much anyway? She’d already made it clear that she couldn’t stand him. Well, that wasn’t true; she couldn’t stand him when he messed up her mission. Which kind of honestly was what he’d done. Aside from that though, they got along pretty well. She was the only one who’d never take any of his bullshit, but she never forced him past his boundaries either. He lets his hand drift down her front, following his fingers with his eyes as they traced the outlines of her curves. Then he pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

     “If you’ll excuse me, Mr Roland, I must get Miss Morozova back to her suite. I’ll discuss your terms with Mr Morozova and get back to you soon.” He kept X pressed against his side when he got up, as if he were trying to help her balance. Then he nodded at the group in farewell. “Expect my call.”

     They headed over to his car and X grinned at Jason playfully after getting into the passenger’s seat. “Good job, Matthius. Papa is going to be so happy with your work.”

     He raised his eyebrows at her fake accent and his heart fluttered when she giggled at his expression. But he forced his attention back to the road. An uncomfortable silence soon settled over them and X fiddled the radio as she tried to figure out what to say. Soon, they stop at a red light and she slid her gaze over to Jason, one hand over his mouth as he taps his fingers on the wheel in irritation.

     “Tell me,” she demanded finally. Jason gave her a questioning look, then started the car again when the light turned green.

     “Tell you what, princess?” he drawled lazily. She couldn’t remember when he’d started calling her that, but it felt like forever ago. She’d been annoyed at it first, finding it rather condescending, but it had grown on her over time - it made her feel … safe. Like he was always going to want to protect her, even when he knew she was perfectly capable of protecting herself.

     “Tell me what’s bothering you,” she elaborated. 

     “What makes you think something’s bothering me?” His tone was cool, giving nothing away, and X felt her frustration start to grow. 

     “Don’t lie to me, Jason,” she warned him, her tone firm. Then she softened. “I’m supposed to be the one person you can always tell the truth to. Just like you’re my person.”

     But how could he tell her the truth when the secret was about her? He pulled into her apartment complex, using the spare key card she’d given him - well, ‘given’ wasn’t the right word considering he’d just never returned it to her after she’d forgotten it in his car on one of the numerous nights he’d dropped her off at home. He waited until he was parked in her spot to speak. 

     “Did you …” He tapped his fingers on the wheel, the uncomfortable heat building up in him again. “Did he touch you?”

     X shifted in her seat, caught off guard by the vehemence in his tone. “No more than you did.”

     He clenched his jaw, thinking of all the places he’d touched her that night: his hand on her ass, his fingers on her thigh, his lips against her neck. He was going to murder that b*stard. “You didn’t have to do that, you know? I could have-”

     “Jason.” X turned to face him, keeping her tone calm and her expression relaxed. “I’m fine. I gave him a sleeping medication. I don’t just go around having sex with random men, you know.” 

     She shot him an amused look as she got out of the car and the tension eases from his body slightly at her confirmation that she hadn’t had sex with the guy. 

     “Are you jealous?” X teased him as they waited for the lift, her heart thudding with hope at his response. But he just snorted at her question dismissively.

     “No.”

     The disappointment weighed down on her shoulders as they got into the lift and they fell silent again as it carried them up to her floor. Jason clasped his hands behind his back and shifted awkwardly in position. “Did you … want me to-”

     “Yes,” she said before he could even finish his sentence. He startled at her directness and turned to meet her gaze, the sound of his heartbeat pounding in her ears. Finally, he stepped forward and wrapped her up in his arms, pressing his lips to hers. They kissed one another with equal desperation as they stumbled out of the lift and to her apartment. X fumbled around for her keypad, trying to unlock her door as Jason refused to let her go, and soon, he was pushing the door open and they were slipping each other’s clothes off. 

     “Wait.” Jason stopped her quickly before she could kneel to untie his shoes. “I’ll do that. You go check the drive.”

     X nodded and raced to her bedroom to plug the thumb drive into her laptop and begin the de-encryption process. She could pass the drive to Barbara to properly go through later, but she had to make sure that she’d gotten the right drive in the first place. She felt Jason come up behind her and she went dizzy as the scent of him washed over her.

     He clenched and unclenched his fingers around the back of her chair, barely hanging onto his restraint by a thread. Finally, the file loaded and the two of them scanned through it quickly.

     “It’s got all his contacts; everything we wanted.” X twisted her head back to look up at him and Jason’s eyes grew dark as they landed on her face. 

     “Great. We’ll get it to Babs tomorrow.” He wasted no time in pulling her out of the chair, then he began kissing her again as he backed her towards her bed. He lifted her onto his hips when her legs hit the edge and climbed onto the mattress to set her down beneath him. His mouth watered as he allowed himself a moment to admire her beautiful form, her curvy little body all wrapped up in her soft velvet dress, then he slid his hands up her thighs to take her clothes off. X let out a soft gasp as his hands glided over her breasts and Jason sucked in a breath at the feeling as well. Then finally, she was exposed to him almost completely and he momentarily lost the ability to think. F*ck, she looked delicious. 

     Her breaths shallowed when she saw the way he looked at her. She reached her hands out to him and he obediently lowered himself on top of her, his soft lips landing back on her again. His kisses were slower this time, their tongues tangling together like they had all the time in the world to taste one another. X snuck her hands beneath the hem of his shirt and ran them up his chest to take it off. She felt herself grow damp between the legs when his muscular torso became exposed to her. Jason sat back and smirked at the lustful look on her face before holding his hands out to her. “Come here, princess.”

     She closed her eyes as they rolled back in her head at the sound of the smugness in his tone. Shit, he was so f*cking hot! So unfairly sexy! She jumped onto his lap and curled herself tightly around him as their lips found one another’s again.

     “Mmm, f*ck,” Jason groaned as she began moving her hips against his feverishly. His fingers tangled in the waistband of her underwear and X pushed herself to her knees so he could take it off. Jason got her to turn around, guiding her onto her hands and knees, then he lowered himself onto the bed and started licking her from the back.

     “Ooohhh …” X moaned as he worked on her slowly, his tongue swirling around her p*ssy before he closed his lips around her and sucked on her softly. She got down on her elbows, then started moving her hips against his mouth, grinding herself harder against him. Jason chuckled softly and sat back up, waiting for her to turn around. But she just lifted her legs one by one and rested them on his shoulders. He grinned widely as he grabbed her legs to steady her, then he delved back into her p*ssy.

     Holy freaking shit, his tongue was amazing! F*ck, how had she … How had she waited so long to do this?! She arched her back as her pleasure peaked, then she wriggled against him as her nerves exploded with bliss.

     He set her back down and licked her essence off his lips. F*ck, she tasted good. He couldn’t wait to spend the rest of the night teasing her and rolling around in bed together, the both of them exploring one another’s bodies with equal appreciation.

     She panted heavily as she turned around to face him. Her heart fluttered with excitement at the delighted look on his face and she patted the space beside her as she sat up, gesturing for him to lay down. Jason did as she said, rolling over onto his back and propping himself up against the headrest. She grinned at the smirk he fixed her with as he waited for her next command, then she climbed up onto his lap. 

     His hands came around her waist as she leaned forward to kiss him again and she let out a contented sigh when he began running them all over her body. Her hips started moving again as his fingers closed around her breasts and she whined with desperation before pushing herself to her knees and pawing at his pants.

     Jason chuckled at her adorable little pout, but he refuses to let her take off his pants just yet. Instead, he lowered one hand and slipped it between her legs, playing with her p*ssy while his lips found her nipple. He sucked and licked her slowly, teasingly, and soon, her hips began stuttering against his hand. Jason pulled her breast into his mouth and held her firmly in position as she came again, the excited wriggling of her body causing his cock to press angrily against his pants.

     X sat back down once she'd ridden out her high and allowed herself a moment to calm down. Then she grabbed hold of his waistband and looked up at Jason with wide eyes. “Jay? Can I …?”

     F*ck, she was cute. He removed his hands from around her waist and sat back expectantly, nodding down at his groin. “Do whatever you want, princess. It’s all yours anyway.”

     X swallowed hard as she grew wet - again - at his words. She undid his pants and ripped them off hastily, revealing him to her completely. Her mouth watered at the sight of his cock already red and swollen, angrily demanding her attention. She curled her fingers carefully around his shaft and stroked him a few times before lowering herself onto the bed.

     “Oh my god,” she moaned, her nerves lighting up with pleasure at the feeling of his thick girth sliding in and out of her mouth. Holy shit, he was big! He was going to feel so good filling up her p*ssy after this.

     He tried to snicker at her awed reaction, but was too aroused by how f*cking amazing her mouth felt, wrapped around his cock. X took him even deeper into her throat, then swallowed around him and Jason found himself twisting his fingers in the bed sheets as he fought to contain his pleasure. “F*ck!”

     She dragged him out of her mouth and climbed back up onto his lap, positioning her hole over his rigid cock. A pleased hiss escaped her lips as she lowered herself onto him and her eyes rolled back in her head at how full he made her feel. “Hooolyyy sssshit, Jay … Ssso … Sssso good …”

     His head fell back against the headboard as she started bouncing on his dick, his brain going numb as a wave of arousal waved over him. Shit, she was so f*cking wet for him that he just slid in and out of her with almost no resistance at all.

     “Oh my God, Jay! Can you just imagine … if I was actually a spoiled heiress … and you just worked for my super-rich dad …” X panted, her core setting aflame at the memory of how arrogant he’d looked, sitting there with his legs spread wide as she’d draped herself over him so possessively. “A-And he had no idea … that you’d let his precious little princess … pleasure herself on your cock every time you came over?”

     “F*ck!” Jason grabbed her waist to hold her in position as he released his c*m inside of her, his warm seed gushing into her womb and finally granting him his relief.

     She cried out as her body exploded with pleasure, her every nerve tingling with delight as her p*ssy squeezed his dick inside of her. God, he felt amazing.

     His chest heaved with shallow breaths as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He’d just only come but already, he could feel his body start heating up again at the feeling of being nestled inside her warm, tight little p*ssy. “Are you satisfied, princess? Did I make daddy’s little girl happy?”

     X giggled softly and wrapped her arm around his neck, leaning forward to bring her mouth closer to his.

     “Mmm, always. You’re so good to me, Matthius. Me and Papa both.” She tilted her head to press her lips to his neck and dragged her tongue across his skin, causing a groan to rumble out of Jason's chest. “I’ll make sure to tell him how well you always perform for me.”

     She laughed again and the two of them spent the rest of the night tumbling around in each other's arms.