#the pants are better baggy instead of skintight

[forevercloudnine]

Riddler's daughter in the "Arkham Academy" storyline from Urban Legends #21-23... I quite like this take on her og look from the last continuity.

[storiesforallfandoms]

solider girl ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1382

request?: yes!

“colson and reader in a Halloween party. Colson gets turned on by reader’s costume... smut and fluff please”

description: in which she’s unable to find a more “covering” costume, but her boyfriend isn’t complaining

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

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“Goddammit!”

Colson looked towards the bathroom where his girlfriend was preparing for the Halloween party the two of them were going to. “What’s wrong honey?”

(Y/N) came from the bathroom and Colson’s jaw dropped.

The two had decided to do matching costumes, Colson deciding on cool army costumes he had found and ordered online. Colson’s was a regular fit, slightly baggy but nothing too big. (Y/N)’s, however, was anything but regular fit.

It was a one piece with shorts instead of long pants, a very low cut top, and it was very, very tight.

“What the fuck?!” (Y/N) snapped. “I can’t believe this, yours is fine! Why does mine have to be slutty? Just because it’s a woman’s costume?”

Colson’s eyes raked over (Y/N)’s body slowly, taking in every detail of her. He wanted nothing more than to take (Y/N) right then and there and miss the party entirely.

Noticing his distraction, (Y/N) snapped her fingers in front of Colson’s face. “Colson? Babe?”

“Sorry,” Colson said, snapping out of his trance. “I just...I like the costume a lot.”

(Y/N) smirked as she realized what Colson was saying. “Well...if you like it I suppose I could wear it. I do have a good pair of boots I could wear with it.”

(Y/N) made a show of checking herself out, making sure to give Colson a good show. Colson had to shuffle to hide the growing bulge in his pants. (Y/N) smirked triumphantly to herself as she kissed his cheek and went to finish getting ready.

~~~~~~

Colson could not take his eyes off of (Y/N) all night. She kept making sure he had a lot to look at. He could barley keep his hands to himself, not that he was even trying to contain himself.

(Y/N) gasped as Colson squeezed her ass in front of their friends. She hit his chest softly and lowered her voice to said, “Babe! Stop that!”

“It’s your fault that you look this good,” Colson whispered in her ear, his low voice sending chills down her spine.

“Maybe I’ll go cover up then,” she responded.

Colson raised an eyebrow at her. “Don’t you dare. I like looking at you.”

(Y/N) seductively put the straw for the drink in her mouth and took a mouthful. Colson had to down his own drink to mask the red that was crossing his face. (Y/N) knew far too well how to tease him, and he was sure that he would not make it through this party at the rate she was going.

The night continued on and so did the teasing. (Y/N) felt a small sense of pride in the way she was making Colson feel. She had been pretty bummed over her costume being a “sexy army” costume, but the look on Colson’s face every time he laid his eyes on her made up for everything.

The party was starting to die down and everyone was either leaving or were passing out. (Y/N) was making her way to the bathroom when she felt someone take hold of her arm and drag her the rest of the way there. At first the action startled her, but when she felt the familiar warmth of Colson’s lips on her she relaxed.

Colson’s hands roamed her body, feeling every inch of her over her skintight suit. He pushed her away long enough to unzip the costume, slowly down the front as to tease her the way she teased him. When the costume fell to the floor, Colson looked at (Y/N)’s bare body with wide eyes.

“No underwear?” he questioned.

“You would’ve been able to see the lines through the costume,” (Y/N) shrugged. “I thought it’d be better for me this way.”

“It’s certainly better for me,” Colson muttered before touching his lips to hers again.

He took her in his arms and lifted her up onto the bathroom sink. She shivered as her bare ass touched the cold sink, but was soon warmed by the trail of kisses that Colson was leaving. They started at her neck and slowly made their way down to her breasts, where Colson took extra care to kiss and lick around the nipple.

(Y/N)’s head lulled back as his kissing neared her core, the wait becoming long and excruciating as he took his time to kiss over her thighs. When his lips pressed against her clit she gasped before letting out a long moan in pleasure. It wasn’t the first time (Y/N) and Colson had decided to have sex in a public place, and normally they tried their hardest to keep quiet as to not be caught, but they both knew that anyone who was left in the house was either drunk or passed out, so no one would really mind.

Colson licked long, broad strokes against her clit, causing (Y/N) to squirm and writhe in pleasure. Colson had to take hold of her thighs and keep her from slipping off of the counter top.

(Y/N)’s nails dug into the counter as her head lulled backwards. Her entire body felt warm from the mixture of alcohol and pleasure. She gripped Colson’s hair in her fist, trying to stutter out something.

“F-Fuck C-Colson,” she managed through her staggered breathing, gasping as Colson sent another shockwave of pleasure through her.

As she felt the familiar pressure build up in her stomach, Colson pulled away, causing (Y/N) to whimper at the loss of contact. In one swift movement, Colson unzipped his own costume and pulled it down, along with his boxers, leaving him bare as well. He wasted no time in lining himself up with (Y/N)’s entrance and pushing, filling her almost immediately.

(Y/N) let out a moan before pressing her lips against every inch of Colson’s skin that she could reach, the only way she’d be able to even slightly stifle the moans coming from her mouth. Muffled whimpers escaped her lips as Colson began to roughly thrust into her.

He held her close, wrapping his arms around her waist and guiding her hips to meet his thrusts. He always knew how to make her feel good, how to hit all the right spots.

“Fuck,” Colson grunted, his lips against her forehead. His body was starting to glisten with sweat, but somehow it made him look 100 times hotter. “God, I’m so close.”

(Y/N)’s lips found their way to Colson’s ear as she whispered, “Cum in me, baby” before nibbling on his earlobe.

With that, Colson was sent over the edge. His hips thrusted one more time before (Y/N) felt the warmth of him filling her. The feeling of his cock pulsating inside of her caused her to hit her climax as well. She buried her head in Colson’s shoulder to try and muffle her moans.

The two stayed tangled up together for some time, neither wanting to part from the other. It wasn’t until someone tried to turn the locked doorknob, followed by a pounding on the door and a voice calling, “Hey, anyone in there?” that they forced themselves apart.

“Yeah man, be out in a second!” Colson called as he began to pull his costume back on.

“No rush dude, I’ll go to the other bathroom.”

“That’s lucky,” (Y/N) commented. “I’d die of embarrassment if we had to face someone after what we just did.”

“It’s a house party, it happens,” Colson responded with a shrug. “Besides, I have a feeling you’ll have a hard time hiding what we did without any panties on. Unless you’re planning on doing a thorough clean before you walk out of the bathroom.”

His comment confused her for a moment before her eyes widened. “Shit! We are making a fucking beeline for the door. Can I have your coat to wrap around me in the cab?”

Colson smiled and cupped (Y/N)’s face in his hands. He kissed her forehead again before placing a sweeter kiss on her lips. “You look amazing in that costume.”

(Y/N) giggled and kissed him back. “Thank you. I guess I’ll have to keep it for the future now, won’t I?”

[lunarimpact]

do your master(s) have favourite mystic codes?? if so which ones?

Everyone does end up having a favorite, but they also have ones that they rely on pretty constantly. To make things easy, I will say they all make heavy use of the Combat Uniform, though some of them still jokingly refer to it as a plugsuit, even going so far as to alter the colors and add decals that make them feel more comfortable or retain some semblance of personality. They are noticeably more skintight than what we see on the Ritsuka avatars, and this is to more closely match in design with actual EVA Plugsuits, working as a more compressive uniform to allow for better circulation, assist with muscle soreness, and allow the uniform to handle the varying strength of the owner's circuits and magical prowess.

Let's start with Sayo, the main antihero, she has a preference for the Mage's Association, which fits her aesthetic most. She’s always been one for shorts and simple tops, and there’s some comfort to be found here. The usable additional skills gained by the mystic code are ones she often abuses in combat. As for her Combat Uniform, she wears a more traditional orange and black, with red instead of white patches. The only decals she's added is the word क्षत्रिय, read kshatriya, between her shoulder blades and along her right thigh as a bit of a tongue in cheek joke. 

Sachiko would be next, as she was the tritagonist between Sayo and Rem, though depending on Sayo’s role or existence at any given moment, Sachiko is sometimes elevated to deuteragonist. Sachiko is very fond of the look of the Tropical Summer mystic code, whilst finding it’s additional skills to be cheeky, but only so useful. However, she can’t just run around in Brilliant Summer all the time, though it’s ideal for her preferred quick servants. Her Combat Uniform is black and white, with some homage to crane feathers. A red circle rests within a mesh cover over her chest. One would surely wonder why.

Merari, the royal brat, has a preference for both the Royal Brand and Artic Uniform, as they both fit her more mature and stylish approach to things. However, one must note that for the new Artic mystic code, she does wear shorts with black compression tights. A skirt is non-negotiable in this matter. Her combat uniform is blue, black and white, but the black and white patches have switched places. There is a mesh peek-a-boo window found over her chest and on her hips with a crisscross of black bands.

Su-Yeong, like Merari, has a preference for the Artic uniform, though he wears a dark hoodie overtop his due to body dysphoria. Very rarely does he go without some sort of baggy jacket when wearing any form of mystic code, with the exception of the Mage’s Association. His Combat Uniform is black and purple in color with patches of azure blue, half hidden by an ordinary black cotton hoodie. A double zero rests on his chest, a display of some part of his emotional state. He also carries a knife strapped to either thigh.

Faye was never meant to be a Master of Chaldea or even a candidate, but on the rare occasion that she does manifest so in some half-dreamed storyline, she adores the Memoria of the Far Side of the Moon and Tropical Summer. Both of them remind her of some distant memory of happier times. Tropical Summer is especially a favorite of hers, as it happens to be closest in appearance to her downtime wear, which is usually a t-shirt and some yoga pants or leggings. Her tropical top has the same pattern as Male!Ritsuka’s, because she thinks the orange clashes with her pink peek-a-boo hair. Her Combat Uniform is a dusky pink, black and white, with a few star decals along the spine. 

On a final note, Merari, Su-Yeong and Faye do not wear the Ceremonial New Year kimono style mystic code as it conflicts with their nationalities. Merari is white English-Chinese mixed, and so she wears a hanfu. Su-Yeong and Faye are both Korean, and wear their respective hanbok. Sayo would much more prefer to wear a sari, but she doesn’t mind donning the kimono.

[tony-and-peter]

Here’s the Starker fic I wrote out of absolute fucking spite

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You’re Not The Monster They Make You Out To Be

Tony worked constantly to occupy his mind away from all the shit in his head. When that didn’t work, he drank. Usually it was something expensive because all his fucking wealth was good for something, right?

Eventually, after a few months, all his working and drinking drove everyone away. They stopped calling and stopped counting on him to show up to meetings because he’d show up to missions anyway.

Everyone except the little spiderling. He still stopped by every day, spending the evening working right next to him, like nothing had changed.

After a month of having Peter be the only one around, the boy started touching him, completely mesmerised by something new every single day, from Tony’s hair to his arms to the way he knew exactly what to do for every project. When Peter started getting closer to him, Tony hated the thoughts he was having. Another thing about me that’s fucked up, Tony thought every time he saw Peter as more than the kid working beside him.

Despite hating himself, he didn’t have the heart to ask him to stop. He grew accustomed to having Peter watch him over his shoulder, deft fingers wrapped around Tony’s forearm or gently carding through his hair.

One day, though, it stopped. Peter remained on the other side of the workshop, sitting on the floor, completely focused on his homework. Tony didn’t push it, assuming that it was just Peter changing his focus like he often did.

“Steve said something yesterday.” Peter could feel Tony staring, so he spoke up, holding the older man’s attention.

“What?” Tony didn’t know what else to say. What could Steve have said? Tony only saw him on missions. Then, suddenly Peter was on his feet, pacing angrily back and forth.

“He blames you for everything. He always blames you. Everyone does.”

“I know, kid.” Tony turned around to continue paperwork, assuming that Peter was going to leave, finally realising how shitty Tony was, just like everyone else.

“It’s not your fault. You’re not solely responsible for a world that all of us vowed to protect. If it’s your fault, then it’s mine, too. And Steve’s. It’s not fair that they blame you when they’re just as responsible. You’re not the monster they make you out to be.” Tony would never consider himself the crying type, but that last sentence hit him like a freight train.

“You just don’t see the monster, kiddo.”

“There isn’t one.” Peter was behind him, fingers reaching up to card through Tony’s hair, a habit that he hoped Peter never broke.

Tony didn’t know what else to say, just letting the boy ramble quietly about how great Tony is, silently correcting everything he said.

Finally, breathless, Peter laid his head on top of Tony’s, moving his arms to wrap loosely around Tony’s neck. Tony placed his hand on Peter’s arms, still hating himself for thinking of this arrangement as anything other than innocent and simple hero worship.

“I wish everyone would love you as much as I do. Or just half as much because I actually love you a lot and I also don’t want anyone to love you more than I do because you mean a lot to me and even though I don’t think it’s possible for anyone to love you more than I do, I’m still afraid you love other people more than me. I know I’m the only one you ever talk to anymore but I guess you could have secret people no one knows about.” Tony just chuckled, listening to Peter go off on a tangent again, admiring the way Peter’s brain worked.

“I don’t love anyone more than you, kid.” Tony surprised himself when he said that, and waited, once again, for Peter to run away, but he never did. He heard Peter hum, then Peter’s body was no longer behind him, instead he moved to sit on the relatively empty desk in front of Tony, taking both his hands in his, and Tony couldn’t help but notice the difference in size. Peter’s skintight jeans didn’t help Tony’s wandering thoughts, either. You sick fuck.

“Mr. Stark, I don’t like that so many people hate you. I want them all to see you the way I do.” Peter looked so innocent, but so sad. Tony untangled their hands to press one to Peter’s cheek. He’s a fucking kid, Tony. And even if he wasn’t, he’d never love you back.

“I don’t care that they hate me. I’m just glad you don’t.” Tony’s thoughts were racing, screaming for him to take his hands away from Peter, to stop allowing himself to hurt this kid, to let him go and find another role model. Tony ignored them all, just relishing in the feeling of Peter’s skin against his, of standing in front of perfect Peter Parker.

“I could never hate you, Mr. Stark.” Peter’s hand covered Tony’s on his cheek then he looked up at Tony.

“I know.” Tony closed the space between them, allowing Peter’s head to fall against his chest, just above the arc reactor. Peter’s hands held onto the front of Tony’s shirt, while Tony simply wrapped his arms around Peter.

“You’re so important. You’re so important to me and to the Avengers and to everyone but they just don’t see it. They don’t understand how wonderful you are. I want them to see the you that I see. You work all the time and you work so hard. You’ve taught me so much and I don’t mean just in the workshop or on my homework. You’ve taught me so much more. You care so much about other people, even the people that hate you and I don’t understand it. I don’t understand how they see you this way or how they could hate such an awesome man.” Peter was looking up at Tony with his chin pressed to Tony’s chest.

“Oh, Pete.” Peter pulled back, still holding Tony’s shirt.

“Don’t do that. Don’t look at me like I don’t know what I’m talking about. Don’t talk to me like I’m a child just convincing a celebrity that they’re great. I know you now, okay? I know you better than anyone. I’ve watched you for months as you drink and work constantly. I hate that I can’t fix it. I hate that I can’t make everyone, especially you, see that you’re not some arrogant asshole with an attitude problem. You don’t have an attitude problem. You’re not an asshole. You’re not arrogant. You’re not even conceited. I know you better than that. You only talk like that because you’re trying to look strong and keep people away. That doesn’t work on me anymore. I know that you’d give all this up if you had to save even just one person. You’re not self-centred or narcissistic. You care about everyone. You care about them more than yourself. That’s why you’re here. You don’t want to hurt anyone and you know you can’t if you just sit in here by yourself but you still go on missions because you know you’d blame yourself if you didn’t go and something happened. You won’t let yourself enjoy anything, not even the expensive alcohol you drink when I’m not here. You barely take care of yourself. When was the last time you ate without having FRIDAY telling you to? When was the last time you left the tower for anything other than a mission? The world won’t fall apart if Tony Stark cares about himself for an hour. You’re not responsible for every single thing in the universe.” Tony put his hand back on Peter’s cheek, not saying a word, because what do you say to that? When Tony felt Peter’s cheek, it was wet with tears. He’d been so focused on what Peter was saying that he never even noticed that he was crying. He rubbed his thumb over Peter’s cheek in a weak attempt to wipe the tears away. They stayed there, both silent for a few minutes, just looking at each other, holding onto one another as if one would disappear.

The silence was broken by messages from Steve, needing them both for a mission. They parted unwillingly, still not speaking.

“What were you thinking? You could’ve gotten one of us killed!” Steve was yelling at Tony, which was nothing new. Tony just stepped back into his suit, not expecting Peter to say anything, but that kid was always surprising him.

“Hey, you would’ve done the same thing!” Tony was expecting Peter to wilt when Steve’s murderous glare turned to him but Peter was unaffected.

“Actually, I would’ve —”

“No, you wouldn’t have. And you don’t get to blame Tony because you decided to go on a mission unprepared. He made a judgement call and still saved everyone. You just can’t take the blame so you pass it off on Tony. You all blame him for everything and I’m sick of it.” No one spoke, not even after Peter swung away. Tony went back to the tower, and instead of going to the workshop, he took Peter’s advice. The world won’t fall apart if Tony Stark takes care of himself for an hour.

Tony made dinner, it took an hour so he decided to extend Peter’s advice to 24 hours. He was about to sit down to eat when he felt someone watching him.

“Come on in, kid. I made extra,” Tony had to laugh at the boy. Peter climbed through the window, discarding his suit as he went, “I have clean clothes in my room. Go get something before you freeze to death.” And I lose my resolve, Tony left unsaid.

Eventually Peter returned, but he was only in one of Tony’s shirts and his own underwear.

“I didn’t want baggy pants because I’m clumsy enough without them.” Tony smiled and nodded in understanding, cursing himself for the thoughts he was having.

The silence was comfortable, almost like eating dinner together was a normal occurrence. When they both finished, they sat together on the couch watching a movie. Tony couldn’t remember the last time he just relaxed. He definitely couldn’t remember the last time he relaxed with someone else. Probably before he and Pepper broke up.

“Stop it,” Peter said suddenly.

“Stop what?” Tony asked.

“Stop thinking so much.” Peter scooted closer, resting his head on Tony’s shoulder and wrapping his arms around Tony’s middle. Against Tony’s better judgement, he lifted Peter’s legs to rest over his lap. Peter nuzzled into his neck and Tony could feel his breath on his neck.

“Thank you for standing up to Steve,” Tony whispered, as if speaking too loud would ruin everything.

“You don’t have to thank me.” Peter cuddled closer, visibly shivering from his lack of clothing.

“Are you cold, sweetheart?” Peter nodded, climbing onto Tony’s lap. He cuddled back into him, welcoming Tony’s warm arms around his body. Peter started grinding on Tony, fingers in the hair at the nape of Tony’s neck.

“Mr. Stark,” Peter mumbled.

“Yes, Peter?”

“Let me show you how good you make me feel. Touch me.” Once Tony’s hands were on Peter’s ass, Peter focused his movements, making them less erratic and more purposeful. He kissed Tony sweetly.

“Pete, you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to have sex with me just to make me feel better. You don’t want to have sex with an old man anyway.” Suddenly, Peter was off him and he couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Instead of running away, like Tony always expected, Peter undressed in front of him. He then turned around and leaned forward, spreading his cheeks to show Tony his hole.

“I didn’t spend an hour fingering myself because I didn’t want to have sex with you. Quite the opposite, actually.” Tony pushed a finger in, hearing a whimper leave Peter’s mouth, then pulled it out again.

“You can change your mind anytime you want and I won’t hold it against you. You can still show up in the workshop tomorrow and we never have to talk about it.” Peter climbed back in his lap and kissed him hungrily.

“I don’t plan on changing my mind. Not about this and definitely not about you.” Peter kissed him again, an unspoken insecurity of Tony’s now calmed.

Tony stretched Peter more, wanting to make sure he was stretched enough and he wanted to finger the boy anyway. Peter’s breathy moans against Tony’s lips made him never want to stop, especially after he found Peter’s prostate. The moans changed from quiet and breathy to loud and high pitched, whiny almost, and Tony loved every one.

“Mr. Stark, please, I need it. Need you inside me, please.” Peter was practically dripping lube, probably Peter trying to make sure he would still be slick when he seduced Tony. He helped Peter sink down onto his dick slowly, watching his face for any sign of pain.

“Fuck, yes, baby.” Tony had his mouth next to Peter’s ear almost a second after Peter was fully seated.

“I wanna make you feel good, daddy. Let me do the work, okay? Just watch me.” Peter looked way too innocent to be bouncing on a cock, but Tony admired him nonetheless. He rubbed his hands over Peter’s stomach and sides, not guiding, just feeling.

Tony pulled Peter into a bruising kiss, fingers tangled in the boy’s hair, gently pulling on the strands. Peter didn’t stop or slow his movements, just moaned into Tony’s mouth.

“You feel so good, baby boy. You look so pretty bouncing on my cock.” Peter moaned again, his hips stuttering slightly.

“Wanna make daddy happy,” Peter mumbled. He still had that angelic look about him, even being fucked couldn’t take that away.

Peter, as high as he was on pleasure, knew that Tony was finally starting to care about himself for the first time in months. He was focused on Peter, mind not wandering for a moment, and Peter let himself be admired, knowing that Tony needed to feel something other than depression and self-loathing.

“You always make me happy, Peter. You’re the best part of every day.” Peter smiled and pressed their lips together again.

“It feels so good, Mr. Stark. I won’t last much longer, I’m sorry.” Peter’s thighs were shaking as pleasure started to take over.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I want to see you cum.” Tony helped Peter bounce a few more times, watching the boy come undone. Even after he came and buried his face in Tony’s neck, he still swirled his hips to make Tony cum, too.

After they both cleaned up, they laid in Tony’s bed together.

“You’ll always be my hero, but more importantly you’ll always be Tony. You are so much more important to me than I will ever be able to describe. I know that I will never be able to fix it, no matter how hard I try, but I do want to try. I want to try because I don’t want you to be sad anymore. I don’t want you to hate yourself or blame yourself or any of that because you don’t deserve it.” Peter was holding Tony’s face in his hands as they laid on their sides, facing each other.

“I don’t deserve you.” Tony doesn’t cry but Peter was different and so special, so if Tony Stark is going to cry, it’s going to be because perfect Peter Parker knows just what to say.

“I love you, Tony Stark.”

“I love you, Peter Parker. You and all your sweet words and surprises that come with them.” And maybe Peter will never fix Tony, but he tries his hardest, and that’s more than Tony could ever ask for.

His thoughts were becoming less focused on all the shitty things people thought of him, including himself, but were now centred around Peter’s loving words.

Peter’s words that were whispered just when Tony needed them most, whether they were working side by side, laying in bed together, or out on a mission, his spiderling was there for him. And he was there for Peter, too.

He may not be responsible for every single thing in the universe, but he sure as hell was responsible for his own mental health and for his perfect Peter Parker.

Sometimes, Tony makes FRIDAY repeat Peter’s words when he’s alone. And if he cries listening to those words, then only FRIDAY and Peter are witnesses, and he’s okay with that.

“You’re not the monster they make you out to be.”

“I wish everyone would love you as much as I do.”

“The world isn’t going to fall apart if Tony Stark cares about himself for an hour.”

“You’re not responsible for every single thing in the universe.”

“I don’t plan on changing my mind. Not about this and definitely not about you.”

“I love you, Tony Stark.”

FRIDAY would let Peter know when Tony was listening to his words, so eventually he’d call and check in, repeating Tony’s favourite words.

“I love you, Tony Stark.”

And Peter knows he’s smiling when he responds, “I love you, my perfect Peter Parker.”