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The Sexy Superhero Meme

MEANWHILE, AT THE HALL OF LUST-US...

Those rippling pectoral muscles. The barely-there leather and latex costumes. All that power. No, I'm not talking about the hot new BDSM bar; I'm talking superheroes. We know them, we love them, and some of us lust after them. But now, thanks to the Hotel, you (yes, you) get to join their ranks, if you weren't already a part of them.

You now have your own set of powers/skills, a code name to protect you secret or not-so-secret identity, a cool costume, and an angsty backstory, if applicable. But remember, there are plenty of different kinds of superheroes. Perhaps you're the lone protector of Fucktopolis, with only your nubile young "ward" by your side. On the other hand, you could work for the government as an agent of S.L.U.T. in order to keep the world safe. Or anywhere in between. There's safety and power in numbers, however, and you'd do well to remember this and join up with your own team/league/alliance/council/super friends.

But maybe you're not a hero at all. You might just be a villain. After all, all those meatheads in Halloween costumes need someone to keep things interesting, right? No matter what your goal may be, from world domination to domination of your superhero nemesis in every way possible, you're going to do it well and do it with style.

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★ This meme is for anything vaguely sexy and super, like teammates/partners with a lot of UST getting it on, hero/villain sex, team orgies, and so on.
★ "But my character isn't from a superhero canon/doesn't have powers/isn't the sort to prance around in costume!" NO EXCUSES. Everyone can play by AU-ing their character into this post's world. You can be as simple or complex as you want, from just leaving a blank comment and playing by ear to posting info about your AU character (code name, powers, costume even, whatever you'd like) to make things easier to tag.
★ Canon/castmate interaction is fine, but this post encourages crazy crossovers and sexy team ups. After all, you can see any old Justice League in any comic. But who wouldn't want to see Korra and a superpowered Sherlock Holmes create their own awesome team?
★ Set your comment up as per usual (NAME | CANON | PREF) and go nuts.

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[Au'd into a superhero called the White Knight, has the ability to control light and fights evil with an enchanted sword. His secret identity is a young police captain, so he is available in that capacity in threads as well.

Open to scenarios such as one night stands with heroes and villains alike, being captured by the villain(s), him capturing the villain(s), or celebrating a victory with a sidekick.]

[[Goes by the name of Terra in her superhero disguise. Gifted with the ability to use barriers with the help of her mud dolls, and also creates fearsome gauntlets for physical attacks. Is a heroine who isn't above using morally gray means or perhaps other means of persuasion. Her secret identity is a politician's daughter. Comes in high school or adult flavors.

Looking for her to get captured by villains (or even other heroes) or for her to do the capturing (preferably a girl, but not too picky!).]]

[How would she like to capture the bumbling and danger prone sidekick of a rival hero who's been inadvertantly stealing Kiriha's spotlight?]

[aw man my sexy icons are inactive rn]

[[If you're more fine with her just venting her frustrations rather than going through with any actual nefarious schemes (other than maybe some humiliating threats and the inevitable smut), that's fine! Did you want to start this, or should I?]]

[Gang Mediator is widely known for keeping peace between rival gangs by kicking the living shit out of their leaders until they agree to play nice. Let's give her super strength and the ability to heal others (which is sorta-canon?). By fucking (which is not.)]

[OTA/MCU]

((I'm very okay with that, and so is Setsuna. Particularly if Kiriha wants to keep her tied up and helpless during the whole ordeal.))

The Falcon Knight was a new heroine on the scene, known for her flashy entrances, immense strength, and dogged determination. She had cleaned up enough crime and was popular in enough newspapers that she had made more than one other heroine jealous. However, be they hero or villainous, no rival seemed to be a match for the spear wielding valkyrie of justice and her winged horse.

Her sidekick though, was a different story.

Known only by the non-flattering moniker of Archeress, the hapless assistant to Falcon Knight was popular in the newspaperd for an entirely different reason: her bumbling nature and tendency to fall for even the most obvious traps meant that most pictures of her featured her bound up and slung over the frustrated Falcon Knight's shoulder as she had to rescue her sidekick yet again. Indeed, if someone wanted to get Falcon Knight's attention, they would have to do little more than leave a cage open, wait for Archeress to accidentally wander into it, and close the door behind her.

And so it was tonight that Acheress had received a message claiming to be from her mentor asking her to meet in the long abandoned death trap/sex toy factory on the outskirts of town. The one across the street from the airhorn testing facility that was so noisy that any calls for help from any of the surrounding buildings would go unheard by any passersby. That one.

"Hello?" The hapless archer asked as she entered, wearing her black and white skintight outfit that exposed her thighs, midriff, and her modest cleavage, as well as a domino mask. "Falcon Knight, are you here?"

Edited 2016-05-10 21:56 (UTC)

Kiriha had a guilty pleasure for this factory. It used to be a popular spot for villains to try and give heroes some humiliating ends, but that was before Terra had managed to expose the operation behind this factory. And that had succeeded only because she spent days enduring the traps here at the hands of some nefarious sex fiends.

Alas, though it had been one of her crowning achievements, Falcon Knight got all the credit. Terra was more than a bit miffed at this, and she wasn't even a glory hog.

The actually lethal traps had long since been disarmed, but Terra had secretly kept some of the other traps active, if only to deter people from carelessly trying to explore, destroy, or rework the space. That, and she was a little frustrated. It wouldn't do to drop to the dark side, but she did have to battle negative feelings.

That was why she was waiting on a particular someone. Apparently, some two bit villains had decided to exploit Falcon Knight's bumbling side kick in hopes of getting the jump on the heroine, but Terra had swiftly ruined their fun by sending them on a one way ticket to jail... in a trash can.

But she was in no rush to diffuse the trap the villains used. As mentioned, she only removed its lethal components, and the rest of the trap would work as intended. Wherever she was supposed to meet, the original plan had been tricking her to step into a pressure plate and activating a few bolas to ensnare her, followed by some paralyzing darts. Kiriha removed the last part--the bolas should do the job.

She'd be able to use more elaborate tools later.

[Care for a street punk biker who used to be part of one of the more chill and decent gangs, until it sort of fell apart? He still tries to keep nastier gangs out of "his turf," and if they're on good terms, he wouldn't mind the backup ~~never mind that anyone else would thing he's the backup~~.

...and might have a huge stupid crush if she's a biker, too.

He's also prone to recklessly leaping into the rescue like an idiot with no regard to personal safety, he's just also agile like a monkey and ridiculously lucky, so he keeps getting away with it...]

[Sounds great! You're probably going to get punched, Tetsuo, if you haven't already...

She'd certainly step in to assist him, or you know... let him think he was doing the same for her, hahaha.]

[Slight placeholder while I finally pull myself together and get back into tagging, but would you care to continue the previous continuity we had for these two? If so any prefs for scenarios?]

[He can certainly jump in ~~way over his head~~ to help her in a fight and get banged up a bit to need some healing, if you want, also! Did you want to start off, or shall I? Just let me know if there's anything else you want to add in, if the latter!]

[Go right ahead! I'll follow your lead.]

[Sure! Feel free if you need any changes and let me know if you'd wanted to fastforward past the scuffle, or anything! ...and apologies for his potty mouth...]

It had been some months since the Hungry Wolves gang had really been intact. Between accidents, arrests, and deaths, it had thinned down dramatically over the last year, and now Tetsuo was basically the only one left. Their leader had been educated and a decent person who'd made sure the Wolves did right by their neighborhood whenever they could; other gangs were not nearly so considerate. What Tetsuo lacked in numbers, however, he made up for in ferocity and stubborn determination--in particular, that he wasn't about to yield Hungry Wolves turf to any of those nastier gangs. The Vipers, who'd been directly responsible for one of those deaths (and indirectly for the other, as a result), he was especially determined to keep out, and he was always ready to pick a fight.

If he had anyone he could really call an ally, it was probably Asuka--one of those few people thoroughly unafraid to go toe-to-toe with any gang and straighten them out. Of course, he did his best to pretend that he wasn't at all influenced by her being a hot biker girl, as well. Either way, he couldn't very well pass up the opportunity to lend her a hand (whether or not she actually needed it) when he found her outnumbered against a group of Vipers. With their shaved heads and scaley tattoos (and occasionally more extreme body mods) they were pretty hard to miss.

The roar of his bike's engine was the only warning any of them got as he came tearing down the road, swerving and drifting right into the melee at high speed. His trusty length of steel pipe swing out to clip one Viper in the shoulder as he skidded through, knocking another sprawling with his rear wheel.

"OI, WORMDICKS! Y'wanna fuck with someone, whydoncha slither home an' fuck yerselves!"

Don't worry, Asuka, he's helping!!!!!!!1

As it just so happened, Asuka did not need any help against the Vipers. She had been walking home when she stumbled on the gang hassling an old man, and explicitly when she had just told them to behave themselves the other day. She'd only broken one guy's hand that time, but clearly she needed to send a stronger message.

With the two main perpetrators already out cold, she was squaring off against six others who took offense at her knocking the teeth out of their two friends. She had just finished leveling out a third one when the roar of a bike engine told her trouble was coming.

Asuka looked up just in time to see the bike, the rider, and the pipe. She ducked, narrowly missing taking a length of steel right in the back, and scowled sharply as the bike skidded around and took out another Viper.

"Oi! Idiot!" she yelled, pausing to grab a lunging Viper, flip him over her shoulder and slam him face-first into the ground. "What do you think you're doing?"

Tetsuo flashed a grin at her as if he'd come to save the day, and revved his engine, skidding the back wheel as his bike turned about like an overeager warhorse.

"Evenin' up th'odds, 'nechan! This's still my turf, can't just leaveya alone with these lizardfuckers."

He leaned back to avoid a lunge, himself, swinging his pipe two whack that attacker in the face, then gunned the throttle briefly, surging his bike forward and popping up the front wheel to smack it into the chest of a second Viper, sending him crashing down on his backside, and nearly running him over.

Preoccupied as he was, though, he just barely had the time to dodge a baseball bat swung at his head, so it merely clipped him with a glancing blow. Of course, being Tetsuo, wearing a helmet for a casual ride was pretty much anathema.

"Kgh..!"

If Archeress had known Kiriha's woes, she would have explained that Falcon Knight most likely had no idea that she had stolen Terra's media attention and would be happy to explain things to the media. Unfortunately, Setsuna was born under an unlucky set of stars that decreed that she would reach a position of diplomacy only after being thoroughly humiliated.

Setsuna was not entirely opposed to this.

And so she haplessly stepped on the pressure plate, and the bolas did their work.

"W-what the!?" Archeress gasped, dropping her enchanted Yumi (which shot arrows capable of various magic effects, including removing the clothes of whoever was hit with them) as her arms were pinned to her sides. Bolas ensnared her shins and thighs, leaving her wiggling helplessly. "W-wooooooah!"

With an undignified cry, she toppled to the ground, struggling feebly in her new binds. "Nnngh. Not again. That's the seventh time this week. I thought I was doing so well at avoiding these things too..."

Yep, that voice marked that she had walked right into that trap. Just as she expected.

She almost considered giving an evil villain laugh, but Terra settled for a calm walk and an annoyed sigh as she rounded the corner and appeared into the Archeress's sight. A voluptuous woman already, Terra's leotard made her body look even more shapely, and even disguised her more toned muscles beneath. She was never one for masks; Terra subscribed to the school of thought made popular by Sailor Moon and Clark Kent--with a little magic (and some contacts) nobody would be able to match her to her alter ego, even if they were staring at both of them side by side.

"Wow, I only modified that trap to be more obvious and didn't even set it up, and you still fell for it. Falcon Knight must have the patience of a saint to deal with you." Terra sighed. "This look does suit you, though."

Archeress seemed to actually calm down when Terra stepped into view. She didn't pay much attention to current events, but she recognized the person before her as a fellow hero. Surely she would save her? Sure she mentioned modifying the trap, but she said she made it more obvious. That meant she had been trying to save her right?

"Hello," Setsuna said, oblivious to her anoyed tone, having been long use to it from Falcon Knight. "I've seen you on the news before, you're Ground Girl, right?"

Archeress did not reply to the crack about Falcon Knight.... because it was true. She did blush, however, at the comment about the look suiting her.

"Th-thank you very much," the airheaded sidekick said, sounding genuinely flattered.

[Of course I would...

...not...

...wish for anything else than to continue our superhero continuity!!

How about one where this time the White Knight gets caught in a trap and it's up to Amelia to rescue him. Flynn will be grateful, but also embarrassed and kind of sulky.]

[Sounds great to me! Poor Flynn, I'm sure Amelia can find a way to make him forget his embarrassment somehow. ;3 Willing to start unless you want to yourself, just let me know if there are any specifics about the sort of trap that could actually mess with Flynn or his powers.]

Irritation flashed in her expression when Setsuna called her Ground Girl. It seemed that her reputation wasn't particularly widespread thanks to Falcon Knight. "I'm afraid that's entirely wrong," she said, opting to show a false smile instead. "Guess you're here for a little detention then."

She walked over to the archer, lifting her up to snip off the weights with a little pressure... then began securing Setsuna's body with the leftover binds. Guilt started to bubble up inside her, but frustrated over Falcon Knight's glory and wanting to vent her own experiences, she didn't relent. "I've been keeping this little factory clean of evildoers during my off time. I wouldn't even care if Falcon Knight got the credit, but that seems to be happening all the time now."

"Um..." Archeress said as she noticed her securing and tightening her binds. "If you're trying to free me, I think you're accidentally tightening those ropes instead."

However, then something happened that Terra may not have expected. As she implied that her partner was stealing undue attention, her deadpan expression became slightly harder. Appearing more like a glare. And her usually blase and oblivious speech suddenly became quite intelligent sounding. "I'm sorry that happened to you, but Falcon Knight deserves all the credit she gets. And even if she didn't, she's not stealing all your credit on purpose. She doesn't even like being in the paper. She just wants to make this city a safer place. She doesn't care who gets their picture in the news."

Edited 2016-05-13 07:57 (UTC)

"You're right. I should be above such things," Terra agreed, a little surprised at the sudden change of nature on her captive.

And yet she seemed to make no move to free Archeress. As a matter of fact, those ropes seemed to be getting tighter. "And yet I'm not. Some hero I am, huh?" She examined her handiwork, before gripping Setsuna's chin. "I didn't become a hero for the fame, so I don't know why I'm so bothered. But since I'm not thinking straight, I guess I'll take it out on you. After all, I can't help but wonder why you keep bumbling into traps, when nothing else about you suggests that you're all that incompetent." After all, her actual archery skills were more than decent, so how the hell does she keep getting kidnapped?

Setsuna's expression softened as Terra admitted to her own faults. Setsuna always had a weakness for those who admitted they weren't perfect, being far from perfect herself.

"Okay then," she said, not seeming to mind either the grip to her chin or the ropes being tightened. "As long as it's me you're taking it out on, that's okay.

"But if you ever try and trap Falcon Knight," Setsuna said, the edge returning to her voice. What once was oblivious and aloof was now cold and pitiless. "I'll fill you with arrows."

And just like that she returned to her usual restrained, dopey self as though nothing had happened. At her comment about her bumbling into traps she gives a small smile. "Thank you for the compliment. As for traps... don't you feel being trapped can sometimes be exciting?"

She opted not to respond to that threat. Taking it seriously would mean she was weak, pushing it down meant she risked this otherwise "incompetent" sidekick suddenly being dangerous. It was kinda odd, seeing the real Archeress up close compared to anyone else.

Then again, as Kiriha hefted up the smaller girl into a fireman's carry, she listened to her talk. "Exciting?" She was kinda lucky Setsuna wasn't looking at her from that moment. Memories of being caught in some of these very traps flooded her back, and she was actually blushing. "Maybe." She tried not to feel too distracted, and gave Setsuna's rear a smack while walking back to find something better to torment her with.

Setsuna didn't mind Kiriha not responding. She didn't need her captor to respond to the threat, only hear it. Besides, the threat was merely business. This was pleasure.

She gave a soft "oomph" as she was hefted onto Kiriha's shoulders, blushing a little herself at the feeling of being bundled up an transported. Speaking of excited...

"Ah!" She gasped as her rear was smacked and she wriggled in her captor's grip. "So what exactly do you plan on doing with me?"

The powers of the white knight may have been impressive, but it was still a mere man who wielded them. And men could be conquered, particularly by a wily villainess with the ability to turn invisible. Especially if said villainess had a gas mask filled with sleeping gas. From then, it took merely seconds for Flynn to fall unconscious, and with his consciousness gone, he had no control over his powers, meaning his armor vanished back into the amulet he wore around his neck, leaving him in his plainclothes.

While the villainess had no idea what she had witnessed, it didn't take a genius to decide that separating Flynn from his amulet was a good idea. Though she didn't stop at just his jewelry, stripping Flynn until he was completely naked. Again, she was wily.

When Flynn woke up, he found that he was strapped to a cold metal table, with leather straps holding down his wrists, elbows, ankles, knees, waist, chest, mouth, and forehead, forcing him to remain quiet and look up. There he would see another metal panel the exact same size and shape as the one he rested upon, but with one major difference: it was set with many razor sharp spikes, all pointed down towards him. The villainess laughed as she pumped his cock to full hardness explaining that she had to go, but he would be taken care of while she was gone. The spiked crusher-plate above him would be lowered by a few inches every time it received a signal from an automated transmitter.

Since Flynn could not ask what this transmitter was, the villainess decided to show it to him before taping it to the underside of his cock. It was not just a transmitter, but it was also a special vibrator. It would constantly buzz away without fail, and every time Flynn orgasmed, it would send the signal for the plate to lower, bringing Flynn closer and closer to his death.

With his fate explained to him, Flynn could only watch in wide eyed horror as his adversary took a remote, turned the vibrator onto its highest setting, and then crushed it underfoot, ensuring minimum interruption as the vibrator worked. With Flynn's fate all but sealed, the villainess turned on her heel and left, her victorious laughter buzzing in Flynn's ears long after she had left his sight.

Flynn struggled of course but it was all in vain. He could only watch helplessly as the crusher plate drew closer and closer with each involuntary orgasm. He had held back each orgasm for as long as he could, but each attempt to do so only made him more and more exhausted, which made the vibrator's job all the easier. He could feel the cold metal spikes just barely grazing his flesh when he heard the sound of a scuffle in the room outside where he was being kept. Was this a rescue? Even if it wasn't, Flynn couldn't afford to take that chance. Taking a deep breath, he let out the loudest muffled shout he could to let anyone who could hear him know where he was.

In truth, while it looked like the villainess had made her getaway while Flynn's fate was sealed by the death trap, she had only retreated to the adjacent room. Her confidence heightened after securing her victory, she decided there were even more benefits to be reaped from her success. One was that the death of the White Knight would bring her all the more power in the criminal underworld, but they would never believe she deserved credit for the deed unless she had proof. That was why she made a point of recording the direct feed from the security camera onto a file that she could take away and present along with the heroes amulet to the other crime lords and villains, showing her greatness for not only capturing and unmasking the biggest thorn in the side of any evil doer in the city, but ending his reign.

Plus, well...as one might have guessed from her choice of execution method, she had some rather eccentric kinks. This lead her to sit in front of the monitor showing the live camera feed, watching it all play out with a look of demented pleasure on her face while her hands worked to ease the heat building inside her. Clearly she wanted to memorize the scene for later use in private, but there was no harm in enjoying a taster in the heat of the moment.

Unfortunately for her, it probably would have been wiser for her to escape while she had the opportunity. You see, apparently she was unaware the White Knight did not strictly work alone any more. There was someone who took immediate notice when he didn't return on time from a patrol, especially on a night where had promised to be prompt because he desired time for some 'hands on training' with his partner. And so, she immediately sprang into action, using the energy reading from the amulet to track down his location. Flying up to the roof, the lone figure cast across the tiles, leaning over the skylight to see what was going on, if there was any sign off...

Then she saw the amulet clutched in the hand the villainess, and didn't think of anything else.

The initial noises Flynn no doubt heard were that of a loud crash, a body breaking through the glass of the skylight and falling through it, before taking flight and performing an aerial charge straight at the evil doer. Justitia was normally one for a good speech and bold declaration against her foes, but not tonight. All she could feel was utter rage as she went on the attack. Even someone as wily as the villainess had to have caught by surprise by seeing normally collected and even silly heroine acting with such anger, unable to fully disappear into invisibility before being grabbed by the throat and slammed against the nearest wall, cracking the plaster due to the force. Justitia's free hand went reached down, prying the amulet from the others grasp, seeing it was indeed the real thing, knowing White Knight had to be here.

"Where. Is He?" she snarled, grip still firm as she waited for an answer. A weak point of a finger towards the monitor made Amelia's head whip round, face growing all the more horrified by the second. Part of her was tempted for just one moment to stop holding her strength back and end it all but...no, he wouldn't want her to do that, as it would make her no better than those they fought. She could see the terror she had instilled in the older woman, that would be enough to keep her from doing anything else for a very long time, even outside of jail, that was enough. As such, she hastily bound her to prevent any escape attempt, before hurrying to save the one she loved.

Needless to say a locked door was no match for the strength of Justitia on a regular day, never mind one where she was both furious at the twisted attitude of her foe and worried out of her mind for the safety of her partner and lover. As such, the door in question flew off its hinges, crashing into the opposite wall as she appeared in the room. Perhaps it was her anger that blinded her before, but the device looked all the more horrific now, and it was about to kill Flynn! Springing into action, Amelia let out all her fury in a single punch, fist connecting with the spiked panel just as it was about to pierce the young mans flesh and tearing it from the other apparatus, letting it fly and smash into the wall as well, leaving it as nothing but a mishaped hunk of metal.

Breathing heavily, she let herself calm down now the danger was over, and of course was immediately at Flynns side, tearing off the restraints as if they were nothing more than paper. Only then was she fully aware of the transmitter, reaching down carefully and removing it from between his legs, crushing it in her hand, worry overriding any embarrassment she might normally have felt.

"My Knight! Please tell me you're okay! She didn't do anything else to you did she?!" she asked, voice giving away her panic. Now that the adrenaline rush had died down, she was much more like the doting, still somewhat naive girl Flynn knew and cared for. Heck she even forgot herself and used one of her more private, affectionate names for him without thinking due to her concern, carefully helping him sit up and cradling him gently as she offered him his amulet back. "Here, heal yourself alright? You're safe now I promise."

If Flynn had seen his partner and the love of his life 'interrogate' his captor, he would have been an odd mix of concerned, proud, and terrified. Concerned that she would go too far, proud that she didn't, and terrified because... well let's just say he would have more incentive to not make his love mad at him.

However right now he was terrified for another reason entirely. His eyes clenched shut as the crusher plate descended upon him, he did not open them until the sound of screeching metal caused them to pop open.

He gasped in surprise at the sight of Justitia come to his rescue just in the nick of time. His silence did not last long as the restraints were soon ripped free. As he was helped into a seated position, he couldn't help himself from wrapping his arms around his partner.

"Thank you Justitia," he said into her ear, his voice a little more breathy than he would have liked. He liked to always portray a calm and collected demeanor, but at the near-death experience, he was visibly shaken.

However, let it never be said that Flynn Scifo was a weak man. Once Justitia gave him the amulet and told him to heal himself, he nodded after only a second of shocked hesitation.

Taking the amulet, he held it up to his bare chest, the chain magically reforming around his neck. Instantly a lighter version of his armor formed around him, and his wounds and fatigue vanished. He still held onto Amelia, but the desperation and fear from before was gone, replaced only by gratitude.

"I'm fine," he answered her finally, his voice clear and unshaking. "I'm.. sorry you had to see that. What about you though? I heard a commotion before you came in and rescued me. An act I will never be able to repay you for, by the way."

Edited 2016-06-20 08:40 (UTC)

Despite how high her temper had flared in that moment of panic and worry, it was unlikely Flynn would ever be on the receiving end of such wrath. Well, unless he did something incredibly reckless and stupid that risked him unnecessarily, but considering the line of work they were in, it would have to be something outlandish to truly make her mad. Even then it was all born out of concern and love for him rather than actual anger, unlike with his captor.

Needless to say she felt a lot better after taking her frustrations out on the doors and torture devices, allowing her to calm while also sparing the villain from anything harsher than what she had endured already. Feeling her knight's arms around her was the final act that fully made her fury dissipate, gladly returning the embrace and ignoring his more unkempt state for now. He was safe, that was all that mattered.

"Are you sure?" she asked again, wanting to be certain as she watched him heal and redress. Of course she was quick to shake off the thanks, tossing her head insistently as she pressed close, clutching him tight. Gone was the almost beast like rage, replaced with something closer to a girl on the verge of breaking down due to relief, burying her face into her lovers shoulder

"Don't be ridiculous! You really think I'd do anything less for you? How could I possibly not give my everything to save the one who matters to me most?" she protested, taking in his scent and presence as she held on, scared to let go as she glanced up from her hiding spot in the crook of his neck. "All I need is you, safe and with me, okay?"

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The Sexy Superhero Meme

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I can start! Let me know if this is not okay. I've been, uh.. reading a lot of kinky superhero stuff

It's fantastic! I'm just sorry I took so long! RL just swallowed me up, hope this works for you.

No, no, no. I'm sorry this took so long. Will reply to other thread tomorrow, I promise.

Don't worry, work delayed me again anyway.