#captain boomer x you

[finniestoncrane]

Date, Digger Style

KTJL!Boomer x Fem!Reader, word count: 6k hi i am sorry, this was supposed to be like. a lil silly thing about what a first date with george might be like. and it ended up being 6k words. i just want him so bad it makes me look stupid quite honestly and i am ok with that 💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: sleazy behaviour, groping, tongue kissing, just the tip and then not just the tip but agreeably so, lots of physical affection, reader has tits and a vagina, reader is referred to with feminine pet names, descriptions of a gross kitchen, also let's pretend that he's always a lil bit drunk so his drunk driving seems like the normal state of things. he's a villain. he's allowed to break laws lmao (and it's fiction, so i'm allowed to decide what alcohol does to him)

Sitting on the edge of your sofa, you took a quick look at your phone to check the time and to see if you had missed any messages. Nothing. Not even a quick courtesy text with "on my way" typed hastily, or auto filled. You'd been sitting there for twenty minutes already, with no sign of George. If this was what he considered a good start to your first formal 'date' then you two were perhaps too different after all to make this work. He was laid back, to a flaw. Horizontal. And you were more organised, at least more so than George Harkness.

Just as you began typing out a message, you heard the tell-tale screech of the tyres on his van, followed by the rumbling of the engine as he put the brakes on and came out of the creaking door. The sharp buzz at your door was enough for you to know your suspicions were right, and without answering it, you headed downstairs. At the door, you could see Digger, picking at his teeth and tucking the stray strands of hair back under the rim of his hat before he noticed you and struck a pose, goofy smile plastered onto his face.

He moved to grab you when you met him on the steps leading up to your building, but you dodged him, spitting his nickname at him.

"Digger."

"Aw, are you mad cos I'm late? You're not some bloody princess, I think you can wait five minutes!"

"Twenty minutes."

"Twenty, the- Twenty!?"

His eyes were wide as he looked to you, and you offered a solemn and unimpressed nod in response.

"Fuck... alright, that is a bit much. This'll be worth it though, I promise."

Raising an eyebrow, you silently questioned that. You'd known him for a while now, skirted around the conversation, flirted constantly, but turned him down at every offer of a date. And now, when you had finally agreed and given in to his constant pestering, he was going to show up late and not even dressed differently or in clean clothes? You weren't sure it would be worth it. But, if all else failed, you could always count on him to make you laugh, or at very least conjure up a smile. And despite wanting to still maintain an exterior of disappointment, you could feel the corners of your mouth lifting as he opened up the passenger door and gestured to it with his arm, bowing low.

"M'lady, your carriage awaits."

As you stepped up and into the front of the van, the smell was the first thing that hit you. Stale beer, sweat, and about five other scents just indistinct enough to elude your keen nose. Trying not to think about it, you turned to grab your seatbelt and noticed, out of the corner of your eye, that the back of the truck was filled with empty beer cans and bottles, piles of clothing, some dirty and some clean. And in the middle of it all, a mattress, some pillows, and a scattering of sheets.

"Do you live in here?"

"Don't worry about it, babe."

Before you could ask him any follow up questions, he pulled away from the kerb with a stuttering acceleration, and carelessly pulled into traffic. After a few minutes of teeth grinding, life-threatening driving at high speed, he pulled off the main roads and began taking back streets.

Granted, you didn't know where you were going yet, since Digger was insistent on keeping it as a surprise, you still assumed that after ten minutes of nothing but roads dotted with potholes and routes plagued by speedbumps that it was surely quicker to have stayed on the main route until you were closer. However, it became clear that there were intentions behind this path after all, when you turned to question George about the route and found him quickly glancing from the road to your chest, smiling wider every time a bump jostled your body, causing your breasts to jiggle. With a heavy sigh, you turned to look out of the window, concealing the smile that threatened to give away your façade. There was no way you could let him know how oddly flattering you found his constant gawking, that would be a nightmare.

When the van stopped at a red light, you spoke, still looking out of the window, to try and get Digger to tell you where you were going.

"I just would feel better knowing how long we've got left to drive is all."

He reached over to you, placing his hand on your thigh and pressing his fingers and thumb together, squeezing the ample flesh.

"Listen, don't worry about it, we're almost there."

His palm pressed down and skimmed further up your leg, and as you turned to catch his eye, hoping to at least shame him into not continuing his bold heavy petting, you were instead met with his lopsided, careless grin. With one hand on the steering wheel and one permanently on your thigh, he continued driving for another ten minutes, until you were well on the outskirts of the city. When the van finally stopped, you could still hear the tinny rumbling and sharp clinking of the empty bottles and cans bashing around in the back, feeling like it had shrilly inserted itself permanently into your head. But once you had stepped out of the van and the fresh air, plus the odd stench, hit you, you could hear yourself think clear enough to know that you were definitely beginning to regret this decision once more.

"Told ya we wouldn't be much longer! We're here!"

"Where is here?"

"About twenty minutes outside Gotham."

"Digger."

He slapped his hand on your back and pulled you into a side hug, dragging you along as he walked towards the door of the flat roof building with broken neon lights that stood in front of you.

"Ah, come on babe! Get a sense of humour, or you'll always look fuckin' miserable!"

You weren't sure if he could hear your sighing over the sound of the gravel as you made your way to the front door, and he definitely couldn't hear the louder second one you let out when you got inside. The one that was cut short when you realised you could taste the smell that lingered on the air.

Taking your hand, an oddly gentle move from Digger. The moment was gone quickly when he smacked your ass as he ushered you into the dingiest looking booth at the back of the bar.

"George, really? Here?"

"Yeah, babe! This place is great. Cheap beer, good food. I promise, you just gotta trust me, alright?"

Taking a quick look around the place told you otherwise. But there was just something about him you found hard to say no to. Which you imagined would land you in much bigger problems later on, but for now, potential food poisoning and a hangover of the worst order seemed like a fair risk for what would no doubt be a fun night regardless. It always was with George.

"Aw, I know that face! You're on board! Right, I'm gonna go to the bar and get us some drinks and food."

"I don't know what I want though, I haven't looked at the menu."

"Don't have to, I'm getting us the usual. You'll like it, tr-"

"Trust you, yes, I know."

With a wink, he slid out of the booth and you watched him make his way to the bar, leaning on it with his oh-so-cocky attitude as he ordered for you. And when he sat back down, he slid a pint in front of you and began chugging at his own. Looking over the tip of your glass as you sipped, you tried to get a glimpse at the kitchen. From what you could see, it looked like the kind of place that might give any decent health inspector an aneurysm. The chef's clothes were dirty, the walls were a stained yellow colour that seemed as though it was dripping down the walls, and every surface had a strange assortment of crumbs and stains on it. But still, you persevered.

And still, when the plates were slammed down on the table in front of you by the uninterested waitress, you were optimistic. Because you were determined to have a nice time. It was likely that which annoyed you the most of all, because the moment you bit into the greasy sandwich you didn't care in the slightest what kind of health hazard it was prepared in. You just wanted more.

"See, told you it was good."

Nodding in agreement, mouth too full to speak, you swallowed down the rest of the sandwich, although by the time you had finished it and your accompanying beer, Digger was already onto his third pint, and the sandwich was but a memory. Until he burped and you could smell it on his breath, something he found hilarious.

"Lighten up! You try, give it your best shot."

"I'm not having a burping contest with you, George. We're on a date."

"Yeah, but you're on a date with Digger. Way more fun, far less stuffy. Go on."

You mustered up the best you had to offer, cheese and beer and lettuce the most noted flavours in the air you expelled. Closing his eyes for a moment, Digger reached out across the table and took your hands.

"That was, without a doubt... the most pathetic fuckin' burp ever. We gotta get you another drink!"

Before you could say anything, he was already shuffling out of the booth and shakily making his way back to the bar. A bad decision being made and you couldn't really stop him. He could handle his alcohol, definitely, you'd seen him do it a number of times before. Digger could put away what might kill a lesser, for want of a better word, man. But it didn't make him any easier to be around. You'd already found yourself flushing hot, cheeks darkening, a heat building in your stomach with each lingering touch or flirtatious stare. So far this evening, you'd almost kissed him twice. It wasn't going to be any easier to prolong what you felt was the inevitable if he got far too drunk and became his usual, handsy self.

Of course, that's exactly what did happen. One more pint in and Digger was all over you in the booth. He'd leaned in at first to say something to you, speaking over the noise of the bar, close to your ear, his arm reaching up and around you and pulling you close and then keeping you there. As his fingers stroked at your shoulder, the other hand fell to your thigh, periodically squeezing it between his fingers and thumb. And every time you got distracted by how far up your thigh he was snaking his palm, fingers splayed out, pinkie grazing over your crotch, his other hand would pull your attention away as his fingertips skimmed over the top of your breasts.

It was difficult to try and hold him off. You were both tipsy, or at least you were tipsy, Digger seemed to be wasted. No good decision could come from that. But the way he touched you, the way he smelled as he leaned in, sweat, cheap body spray, acrid beer, it was intoxicating. If you'd been any less sober you might have leaned in then and there in the booth to kiss him, tasting the alcohol on his tongue, letting him put his hands all over you, anywhere, anywhere. But luckily, before you could make what you knew was a mistake, he sat back and laughed, one loud and sharp 'ha'.

"I fuckin' love this song, babe! C'mon!"

Before you could argue otherwise, you were being dragged out of the booth to join Digger on the tiny dance floor in front of the band. The song was difficult to dance to, at least you had assumed, given the heavy rock riffs that underlined the inaudible, high volume lyrics. But George wasn't deterred. It was almost endearing, how horrendously embarrassing he was, standing there with his air guitar, throwing goat horns at the band as he bounced on the spot. Cute, nearly. But mercifully cut short as the song ended.

"Aw, just as I was finding my groove."

You smiled at him, rubbing his shoulder in sympathy, biting your inner cheek as you felt how strong he was, impressed by his muscular arm as you let your hand slip down to graze over it.

"A real shame, George. Let's go back to- "

The band started up again, this time, a slower song, one that lent itself well to the kind of 'end of prom' vibes all young lovers were hoping for. And before you could finish your suggestion of heading back to the booth, Digger had pulled you close, his arms around your back, falling to your waist as he swayed back and forth. It could have been dancing, it could have been the uncoordinated shuffling of a man who had one too many beers, but either way, you leaned into it, allowing your head to rest against his chest while you placed your hands, linked together, at the nape of his neck.

It was almost too romantic, in its own, strange way. The dim lights, the other couples around you, the unique twang on the guitars, the stench of the greasy food, and the way George kept his hips, his crotch, pressed tight to you as you leaned against him. Not particularly from a storybook romance, but perfect all the same. You'd known this would happen. One date, and you were already falling for him. Not because of anything he'd done, but because deep down you knew you had been into him, since almost the moment you'd met. But you'd fought it, because men like George Harkness, you assumed, weren't the kind of nice boy you dated.

But here he was, holding you, swaying you, sighing softly as the music swelled. Granted the movements weren't exactly graceful, but they were surprisingly fluid, as though he might be good at dancing when he was sober. Yet another surprise for you to learn about, but obviously not right now. He was trying though, his hands at a respectable height, his head leaning on your shoulder. Every so often, he nuzzled into your cheek, placing a soft kiss to it when the notion took him. And when the song finished, you could hear his words clear, spoken gently into your ear.

"You wanna head out?"

You weren't sure if that was "out" as in "get some fresh air" or "out" as in "let's head home, yours or mine" but either option seemed good. The last remaining bit of sun and a soothing breeze might be enough to sober George up before you brought him back in for more dancing. And if it didn't, you were happy to take him to your place for a coffee, nothing more. Although, you were potentially considering letting him sleep on the sofa. You couldn't imagine how difficult it would be to nurse a hangover in the back of his van.

Outside, finally able to breathe without choking on the stench or the thickness of the air, you watched as Digger shielded his eyes from the sky. His stumbling stopped, and he began walking with his usual confidence, almost sobering up immediately in the light of the day.

"Christ! Still pretty bright out here..."

"Yeah, it's not that late. You tapping out early, George?"

"Nah, nah. Not at all! If I've got you for the night, then I'm havin' you for the night. C'mon, I know a place."

Admittedly, and strangely enough, you really hadn't had enough of him yet. It was one of the few things you agreed on, actually. This was supposed to be a date, you'd set aside the evening for it, so you were keen to make it last as long as possible. You couldn't let George know that, though. Keeping the upperhand seemed to be key with him, so you offered him a reluctant smile and rolled your eyes dramatically.

"Well, I suppose so."

Stepping up into the passenger seat of his van you caught him smiling back at you, knowingly. You weren't kidding him, he wasn't as stupid as he seemed at first pass, but he was kind enough to let you keep up the ruse. It didn't stop him getting a little dig in at you, however.

"Are you sure? If you're not keen I can take you home, babe. Wouldn't want you to be bored or something."

"And where are you planning on taking me that isn't boring, then?"

"Eh... just a little spot I know of. Quiet, secluded. Up that back road to the overlook. But again, if you're not into it..."

"No, no. It sounds... well, it doesn't sound boring, anyway."

Digger laughed, starting up the van which groaned horrendously before sputtering to life. Before he drove off, he turned to you and winked.

"Definitely won't be, it never is with me, babe."

Pulling out of the parking lot, he turned away from the city and onto the quieter roads which led out past the city lines and into the expansive countryside that secluded Gotham from the rest of the world. From the window, you watched the sun slowly setting, clouds turning purple and navy as they pushed in from the sides like curtains on a stage show. You had all the time in the world to gaze peacefully, as George was driving in complete silence, way below the speed limit, focusing intensely on the road. He'd seemed to sober up once you were out of the bar, but you didn't want to distract him while he was doing his best to keep you both alive.

The van bounced along a short dirt trail until it stopped in a small clearing, surrounded by trees on all sides and far above the dim, intrusive glow of the city, which buzzed against the now deep, navy sky. Shutting off the engine, George turned and shot you a smile, eyebrows raised playfully, before he leapt out. He walked quickly to the back of the van and you followed, waiting patiently as he opened the two back doors wide, finally giving you a better look at what had been rolling around there the whole time he had been driving.

There wasn't much you could think to say, being of the opinion that you should only speak if you had kind things to say. From where you were standing, you could definitely tell that you had been correct in your earlier assumptions. This was where he lived. His rolling apartment. Convenient, yes. But it was a long way away from being one of the trendy 'tiny homes' you'd seen. The walls were adorned with four posters in total, all of them the kind of cheap standards you would expect in the bargain bin of some ancient music store, miscellaneous women in very little clothing gazing out as seductively as they could from the airbrushed backdrops. On the floor, there was a stick and poke tattoo kit that looked like it might be the source of several new variants of hepatitis, and it was littered with empty beer bottles and cans, some of which may have been half-full at the point he decided to drive off given how sticky the surfaces looked. And to top it off, there was a worn out mattress. No sheets on it, no sheets around it save for one scruffy blanket. It was covered in stains that you couldn't quite place, which matched the single, dented and almost flat pillow that lay haphazardly to the side.

"You live like this?"

That was what you had wanted to say, but again, your polite nature stopped you.

"Handy to just get in the van and sleep, or get out of bed and go."

George smiled, looking oddly proud of himself.

"See, you get it. You won't believe the amount of people who have been put off by- uh... well..."

He looked to the ground, rubbing at the back of his neck with his hand.

"Not that there's been that many people I've invited into- A-and not that there haven't been any people that have been-"

"George."

You placed a hand on his shoulder and raised your eyebrows, offering him a sympathetic grin. He took the out, thankful that you'd put an end to his suffering, and reached in for the blanket, placing it flat over the top of the bed before offering his hand to you. Taking it, he helped you shift yourself into the back of the van, watching as you got comfortable on the mattress as best as you could, at which point he joined you.

Leaning back on his arms, he looked to the sky, sitting in silence for a few minutes. You had joined him, watching the stars start to sparkle as they became visible against the darkening backdrop. At some point, you realised that he was staring at you, and you wondered how long you'd had his gaze trained on the side of your head. Not on any other part of your body, you noted. He was looking at your face, gazing at your eyes. When you turned, you caught his stare immediately, smiling softly when he blinked and looked away with a cough meant to clear the air of the awkwardness he was bringing about.

Rooting around behind him, he eventually found two unopened beer cans, both of which were loose amongst the rest of his belongings. Keeping one for himself, he passed the other to you. He raised his, tipping his head with a 'cheers' and then cracked it open. You watched the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped, a small trickle of foam slipping past his lips and down his chin. The urge to lean in and lick it off was disturbing, most of all because you felt yourself moving towards him before you even realised it. Settling back down into the strange romance of the moment, you pulled the tab on your own can.

The immediate explosion, the build up of pressure and gasses from the can being jostled around as you drove up the bumpy, dirt track to the spot you now sat in, left you in shock. Your shirt was soaked, completely, and the cool air was already beginning to chill your body. You blinked in shock, watching as Boomer tried to conceal his giggles while he stood up.

"Take your shirt off."

Looking to him, you raised an eyebrow, a look that said "is this really how you're going to make that move?" in a way that he read almost straight away. He began unzipping his blue hoodie, turning from you and passing it behind him, generously, and uncharacteristically, offering you some privacy.

Taking it from him, you quickly made the swap, your body exposed to the cold night air only briefly before you zipped up the hoodie, still warm from Digger's body. You tucked your bra and shirt under the mattress, making a mental note to collect them before you were home, hoping they would be dry. Making sure the zip was up completely, not offering any suggestive cleavage for Digger to hook his ideas into, you settled yourself, noticing that you were smiling. You could smell him on the fabric that covered your body. Beer, sweat, lingering smoke, an acrid smell you couldn't quite place and a sweet one on top of that. As the fabric grazed over you, you could feel your nipples hardening. It wasn't the cold though, it was faint arousal at the way you felt so close to him.

"You done yet, you're only putting a hoodie on!"

"Shit, yeah, sorry."

"I can look?"

He raised his hands, pulling them from his pockets and holding them up to his side, questioningly.

"Mhm, yeah."

When he was facing you again, he let his lips turn into an appreciative expression.

"Looks good. Suits you!"

Thudding back down beside you, George immediately lifted his arm up, wrapping it around your body and pulling you close. You found yourself settling into the hug, a natural embrace, one that made your heart flutter slightly as you let your head rest entirely against him. And then it happened, the moment that secured your confusion about him and his intentions. He sighed wistfully. So deep and joyous, his fingers digging into your arm to let you know you were the reason for the warmth spreading through him.

"It's nice out here, you can actually see the stars. Couldn't tell you what any of them were though."

"Are you kidding me right now?"

He turned slightly to look at you.

"What?"

"What? What are you doing? You brought me up here to look at the stars?"

George narrowed his eyes, his brow furrowing in confusion and slight irritation.

"Yeah! I thought it would be romantic!"

"Exactly!"

"Exa-... what?"

"You're so confusing. This whole evening, you yourself, it's not how I thought it would be. I mean, it wouldn't be you without the occasional grope and cheeky wink, but you've been so... You're so... It's weird to see you being so..."

Digger's hand fell to your thigh, a light pressure aiming to calm you down.

"So what?"

You couldn't answer it, because you weren't even able to settle on a definitive answer yourself.

So confusing?

So disgusting?

So gentlemanly?

So romantic?

So hot?

All of that and more.

And when words had failed you, you decided that you'd have to express your feelings another way.

It was less of a romantic, graceful move and more that you sank into him, falling against his body, your lips luckily making contact with his as you both found your way in the kiss. Neither of you expected it, both of you surprised. The tenderness, the hunger behind it. You could taste everything about him, smell him even better than you had when you had put on his hoodie. You expected he was experiencing the same.

Digger fell back, his hands catching your waist as he pulled you with him, both of you laying now on the mattress in the back of his van. His hands pawed, grabbed, skimmed over you, oddly restrained in fact. That was until you shifted yourself up and onto him, straddling his hips and staring down at him, panting heavily as you both caught your breath and took stock of the situation you were now in. His hands on your waist made their way up to your shoulders, your neck, cupping your cheeks as he grinned at you. Watching your face, your expression, for any subtle changes as he let his hands trail back down your front, fingers catching on to the zip of his hoodie and pulling it down slowly, opening it to expose you to him before he cupped at your breasts as you bit your lip.

"Fuck me..."

Digger let out a low groan that followed his short, to the point statement. His fingers circled your nipples, tightening around them as he teased you. His hips bucked up, jostling you, letting you feel how hard he was. You could tell just from that motion that the rumours about how gifted he was had truth behind them.

Bending down to kiss him again, you let your tongue slip past his lips, his own meeting in your mouth. He tasted divine. Sweet, but acidic. Earthy almost, definitely addictive. Everything felt dream like, surreal. Mostly, you assumed, because you were doing something you'd never dream of, something you knew was ill-advised, a little bit silly, embarrassing in the right company. But it was hard to care.

You were quickly brought out of the dream like state however, as you felt Digger's hands between both of your crotches, unbuckling his belt and fiddling with the zipper on his jeans.

"Wait... on the first date? You think you've charmed me enough for that?"

With the smug, self-satisfied grin you had grown oddly fond of, George looked into your eyes as he spoke.

"I think you started this, so it's a pretty good indication of how much I've charmed you."

He winked as he let his fingers tug at the waistband of your own pants, pulling at them as you leaned in to another kiss. Your attempts to stop him, or at least to pretend that was your intention, were put to one side as your body reacted to the feeling of the cool air against your bare skin, his hands, rougher than you expected, holding your thighs, pulling your pants down further until he needed you to move.

"Well... have I charmed the pants off you at least?"

Smiling back at him, you nodded your head from side to side as though you were weighing up his efforts over the evening.

"I suppose you have charmed the pants off me, yes. But... I'm not sure how much further your winning personality has gotten you."

"There's plenty of time for me to catch up, then."

Clumsily, and with very little grace, you shifted and removed your pants, blushing as you noticed Digger watching you intensely, taking note of every movement, every second of you undresssing, as though you were offering him the performance of a lifetime. As you steadied yourself, he hooked his fingers into the band of your underwear and pulled you back to him, landing you flat on top o f his body, your hands on his chest.

Teasing at the band of your panties, he dipped two fingers underneath the fabric, skating over your mound and down to your lips, stroking them gently before spreading them apart. He rubbed one finger up and down, collecting your slick as he licked his lips, desperate to know how you tasted. Bringing his fingers to his lips, he ran them on his tongue, sucking them with his eyes rolling back.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me."

He continued unzipping his pants and pulling them down, boxers included, to reveal his more than impressive cock. At least ten inches, easily, thick, perfect, topped with a tuft of almost flaming red hair. Trying to control yourself, you leaned back.

"What are you planning on doing with that, Harkness?"

He squirmed, pressing his eyes shut and biting his lip before he managed to strain himself enough to speak.

"I just want... I want you... touch it... feel you... something... come on, please!"

Shuffling forward, teasing him knowingly as you felt his head, his length, against your thighs, you mused out loud, humming as though you were actually considering it, as though you hadn't already made your mind up yet.

"I suppose... this was a pleasant enough date. I could give you something, throw you a bone."

He nodded furiously below you, muttering his words of agreement.

"But! Just the tip. I'm not sure how much more of that I could take. It should come with a warning."

George actually blushed, looking away from you for a moment, as though the comment had genuinely embarrassed him. It did seem odd to you in that moment that he wasn't constantly bragging about his prowess in that area. He struck you as exactly the kind of person who would mention the size of his cock at any opportunity. You wondered if had the effect on others that it had on you. It was daunting, a little bit nerve-wracking. How many of the few people who had made it this far had given up at the sight of it, you wondered.

Most, you assumed, as despite how desperate he seemed to fuck you, he agreed enthusiastically, happy to be offered any opportunity to get as close to you as possible. He was already pulling at your underwear, grasping at it, trying to pull it down before deciding to push it to the side as he lined up the head of his cock with your swollen lips.

Looking directly at you he maintained the intense eye contact as he slid himself between your lips, pushing at your tight entrance slowly, carefully, only allowing his head to enter you. It felt amazing. So good, better than you thought. It stretched, filled you up, and that was ten percent of what he had to give. He hissed, gritting his teeth in concentration, trying his hardest not to move his hips, to buck them, to push himself any further inside of you.

As you balanced yourself, trying to contend with the little of him that was inside of you, he brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing it, making you twitch, contracting against him, tightening the grip your cunt had on his head. As he groaned, you couldn't help yourself anymore. You wanted him, all of him. You were willing to risk it.

"God, George... just fuck me."

"Wh-what?"

"Fuck me! Just..."

Realising you might need to take matters into your own hands, you let yourself slide down his cock, each inch stretching you further, a shockwave of pain followed by dull throbs of ache and arousal coarsed through your body, the pit of your stomach feeling pressed, your insides stuffed with him. Llike you were being entirely consumed, enveloped, in George Harkness.

"Christ..."

It was all he could manage with the limited breath he had, his whole body stopping any other function to focus on not letting himself cum inside of you immediatel. The sudden warmth, the tight, wet embrace, the way you leaned back, breasts bouncing as helped yourself to him, riding his cock as he lay back and held your hips. His thumbs, stroking against your skin, where the top of your thighs met your lower stomach, feeling your own desperation as you worked him harder, faster, palms resting on his chest to balance yourself as you took everything he had.

Brows furrowed in concentration, pursuing your orgasm, you wailed as his fingers found their way back to your nipples, teasing them, grabbing at your breasts as you rolled your hips and felt his cock twitching agaisnt your walls. It hurt, but in a way that was delicious, a way that felt like it should be borderline illegal, like most things that provided such a wonderful, addictive experience were. But there you were, enjoying it. Loudly, explicitly. And very publicly. It didn't matter to you, and it really didn't seem to matter to George. You were quite happy to scream it from the rooftops then and there, how much you were enjoying it. Being fucked by Captain Boomerang, as ridiculous as his name always seemed to you. You'd be quite content to tell everyone that he was making you cum, that he was one stroke of his thumb against your erect nipples, one tap of his cock against the exact spot inside of you, from losing all composure.

"George... George..."

"Yeah... yeah, it's good... eh? I'm good."

"Fuck, you are. Yeah. Yes! Yes!"

One final, loud, resounding 'yes' echoed around you, filling the air, bursting through the trees. You imagined that anyone within a five mile radius might have heard Digger coming. His cock, falling from you against his body, still dripping with your slick, still spurting streams of his thick, white cum all over his abdomen, covering his thick pubic hair. His hands, still embedded in your skin, creating deep, red marks where the grip was far too tight, stinging so perfectly pleasantly.

Your own notes of pleasure hadn't exactly been all that much quieter than his own, but still drowned out by the amped up grunting and wailing of George. At least you could hold that saving grace. Allow yourself to cling to that modicum of your dignity.

Because you certainly weren't bothered about any other facets of it, as you slid down beside George on the dingy mattress, curling around his body, hand on his chest, smugly satisfied to know that you had contributed to the stains that would no doubt be a permanent feature.

#captain boomerang #digger harkness #george harkness #captain boomerang x reader #captain boomer x you #captain boomerang fanfic #finnie writes

[fxdizz-y]

GHOST X GEN Z + GN!READER

A/N: Hiii first fanfic on tumblr kinda nervous😣 I'm not going to take request just yet this is all for my cravings💀🙏🙏 I'd love if you teach me scottish slang too!

Pairing: (mainly) Ghost x gn!reader || slight Task Force 141 x gn!reader

C/W: Strong language, age gap, fluff, kinda suggestive flirts, Ghost being a boomer, dark humor, no use of Y/N, your call sign is 'Spring' (the metal one), teasing, not in the same timeline as the game, they simping hard for each other

T/W: unhealthy habits (skin peeling around the nails etc)

(Don't mind the song I just listen to it while writing)

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Your life was dull, nothing seems to made you excited anymore. Don't get you wrong, you have an okay childhood, even though you had force yourself to grow up at some point but you didn't mind all that much.

Not like you ever did, you're that 'nice' kid that let people borrow their belongings and seems to don't hold grudges.

But in truth, you weren't that nice. No, you did hold grudges, the only reason you didn't say anything was because you knew that it'll be pointless to argue and you just over all wasn't a social kid.

When you finally hit off to high school, you instantly realized that it'll be hell.

And you weren't wrong.

You were one of those alt kids that wear band shirts and heavy eyeliners. Admittedly it was kind of fun.. But the bullying just drove you to the edge.

But those were memories in the past.

You're 23 now, fidgeting your fingers and scraping the dead skins on your nails, standing next to a woman with dirty blonde short hair.

Her icy blue eyes stare right ahead of you both. She had introduced herself earlier, her name is Kate Laswell.

You both were waiting for some dude to show up, apparently he's supposed to come and get you so you can officially be in his little group.

After what feels like years, a man finally make his way to you, or more likely, Laswell.

– "Price."

Laswell said, turning towards the man, you took a step behind Laswell, hiding yourself from the taller male.

– "Laswell."

The man greeted, before continue.

– "And where is this rookie?"

'Price' ask, his eyes scanning the room. Laswell scoff and give your back a harsh pat, making you step out of her shadow.

– "Price, this is Spring."

– "What."

Price look at you and back at Laswell, clearly hoping this was some sorts of joke.

Unluckily, Laswell eyes tell the truth.

– "For fuck sake, that's literally an INFANT! "

Price exclaim, gesturing towards you while keeping his eyes on Laswell.

You held yourself back from rolling your eyes, keeping your composure.

– "Where the fuck is your manners? You either take them or have troubles missing a skilled hacker."

Laswell snaps, glaring at Price.

The corner of your lips tug up at that, feeling happy and flustered.

Price groans and turns to you, looking at you up and down, judging you hard.

– "Oh my fuckin.. You know I can't just put a baby with the toddlers, the big boys can be mean sometimes."

– "The baby are the meanest, trust me."

Laswell sigh out, pushing you towards the captain.

Price sigh in defeat, before just nod at Laswell.

– "I'll take them"

He grumble before mentioning you to go outside, which you obeyed.

When you made it outside you wait for the captain, which come after you after a few moment.

He gesture to the car and you sat on the backseat.

He quirk a brow up but didn't question it.

The way to your new base felt like forever, especially when none of you decide to talk. So being you, you hums to yourself to MCR.

You were into your own little world and didn't noticed how Price glance at the mirror sometimes to look at you.

He didn't speak of course, just silently observing and quite enjoy this rather than painful silence.

After quite some time the car park at an unfamiliar base, well to you anyways.

You scrambled out the car and went back to fidgeting your fingers, scrapping and peeling off the skin around the nail etc.

Price glance at you and pat your shoulder, a quiet sign for you to follow.

You follow without hesitation, stuffing your hands in your camo pants pocket and let your eyes wander around the place, taking mental notes on which path leads to where since you figured you'll be staying here for awhile.

Each steps you take only make your excitement grows, something that you haven't felt this strong for ages.

Your eyes sparkle with wonders like a child again and you have a great feeling about this, despite your captain bad first impression.

You both walk into a room and the captain told you that your team would be meeting you when they arrive, so you sit on the small locker and swinging your legs, feeling nervous.

You didn't let your mind wandered for too long when the door swing open and 3 men walks in.

And good grief.

They were huge. And you didn't mean it in the dirty way.

Like literally. Especially the one in the back. Despite being behind the two other men you can clearly tell that he's the tallest and the biggest, his skull mask stands out as his eyes stare right into you, you feel absolutely fucking naked under them.

Price motion for you to get down and as you hop down you could almost feel your knees gave up.

– "Hello sailor.."

You mumbled, eyes glued to the tallest man in the room. You could tell that he's about 6'2" and a half.

Luckily Price didn't heard what you just mumbled and continue on introducing you to the team.

You smile cheapishly at all of them, deciding that it was enough eye candy.

– "Aye Rookie?"

A man with faux haircut call you, whom recently introduced himself as Soap wink at you playfully.

– "Name's Spring, sir."

You said, winking back, returning the energy.

– "What's with the name?"

Gaz ask, patting your back.

– "I can do em big jump, sir!"

You exclaim proudly.

Gaz look at you with mischief in his eyes, despite being older you can already tell this guy means good trouble.

Soap, who's probably the closest to your age sling his arm over your shoulder.

– "How 'bout yer show us hm?"

He said, letting his arm fall from your shoulder.

You nod and looking around, looking for a perfect thing you can jump on.

Before it lands on one and only Lieutenant.

Soap immediately notice and give you an unsure stare, knowing how Ghost hate physical touches.

– "Lieutenant?"

You call out, a fuzzy feeling form on your stomach.

And it explode into thousands butterflies when his eyes snaps to you, before they turns gentle.

It may look like he's glaring down at you but you both know that if you look close enough, you'd see the soft, gentleness in it. As if he's being careful to not scare you away. Or maybe it's your imagination.

You sure hope it's fucking not.

Ghost couldn't even believe it. He doesn't believe in this whole love at first sight deal. Just ridiculous.

And ironic isn't it, Lieutenant?

He wasn't listening to your chit chats before so when a soft voice calls out for him he was surprised.

And he craves more of your voice. He wanna hear you say his name.

And god you're so tiny standing in front of him.

You look so.. So fragile to him.

– "Uhm.. Sir?"

You call out again, slowly placing a hand on his arm, fucking desperate to get his attention back.

You definitely awoken something in him with that.

And you knew it when you can feel him tense up.

Ghost focus back on you again, nodding for you to do whatever you want.

Soap and Gaz was FLABBERGASTED.

L.T being soft? Man they whish they could record this right now.

But that'll be a dead wish.

You jog behind him, before running up to him and jump high. And holy shit.

You didn't lie.

You could almost jump over him.

But you didn't since there wasn't enough space, instead you land on his shoulder.

You would be concern for the neck you could broke but you weren't in your gears so you weren't heavy.

You cheers when you land on him, almost sending him to the floor.

He pause. Unsure how to feel.

#ghost call of duty #ghost riley #mw2 x reader #simon riley #call of duty x reader #x reader #gen z!reader #cod mw22 #call of duty modern warfare #task force 141 #gender neautral reader #Spotify

[typhoons-mess]

i just want boomer and a brat reader like won't listen to him and is a little shit

Little Shit

Captain Boomerang x Reader

Warnings: Reader is a lil shit, sexual theme mentions

Rules • Request • Masterlist

It’s been a hot minute since I wrote so bear with me-I SWEAR I USED TO MANY YOUS IN THIS

You knew what would happen if you didn't follow his orders. But it was just so fun to watch him get frustrated. Especially when you had hidden his favorite unicorn somewhere in his apartment.

Jealousy might have sparked this little escapade. Seeing him pay more attention to the little stuffie than you wasn't fair. But at least he's paying attention to you now.

“Now luv', I ain’t gonna ask again. Where did ya hide it?” Digger looked at you with his arms crossed. He’s usually a sweet dummy, but he doesn’t make exceptions to his unicorn missing. You kick your feet as you look up at him, “I have no idea what you're talking about Digger.” He clicks his tongue as he crosses his arms, “Oh I know ya do luv'. And you know I don’t let anyone touch em’.”

"Like I said. I don't know what-" a thump can be heard coming from the other room. You looked nervously towards your bedroom where you hide the object. It must have fallen from the top of your closet since you had to stand on your tippy toes to get it up there. Digger starts to make a move towards the door, which makes you get up and sprint to the room. "Oi! I know it's in there now cupcake!" Giggling you open up the door to your room with Digger right behind you, scampering to the closet to get to the stuffie. Seeing it on the floor you scoop it up.

Giggling you run around the room with the unicorn in your hand as Digger stares you down. "You trying to make Daddy mad luv'?" He smirks at you, "Maybe looking for a spankin'?" Your face flushes thinking about him bending you over his knee. Seeing this, Digger sees it as an opening to scoop you up into his arms. "H-hey! You cheated!" whining out as he whispered into your ear. "Then ya shouldn't have been such a lil' brat and stealing my things."Snatching the stuffed unicorn out of your hands, purring into your ear, "Naughty girl."

Pouting you looked over your should towards him. "I just wanted for you to pay attention to me..."Giving a lopsided smile, he squeezes you. "Awe cupcake, all you had to do was ask. You know I love to focus on you at all times." You smile down at the ground as he kisses the side of your temple.

"Now, let Daddy give you the attention you need."

#captain boomerang ktjl x reader #captain boomerang x reader #george harkness x reader #digger harkness ktjl x reader #digger harkness x reader

[https-wildchaos]

boomerang w a s/o that clings to him like a backpack 🥹 or is just super affectionate in general

a/n;; ah yes the pinnacle of fluff, physical touch

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ss:ktlj george "digger" harkness / captain boomerang x male reader

“ Surprise Ride ”

the infamous thief was either hated or feared by some, specially some other prisoners on his cell but everyone knew he had that special soft spot reserved for his one and only m/n, the two could never be seen without each other, some speculated that digger was the more affectionate one but that was proved wrong on the first few missions they've been togheter on.

— "you tired yet hun?" he asked affectionately as they walked through a street, looking at m/n with a soft gaze on his eyes while his lover nodded. "ye want that piggyback now bud?" the aussie asked him to which the other jumped onto digger almost making him fall directly to the floor. george let out a groan before catching your hips on his side, carrying them gently like if you were a child. "all good, papas here." boomer said sarcastic before chuckling but he shut up quickly after you hit him in the head gently.

he carried you until you both reached the chopper to go to the next location on the mission, having everyone wait for you two while you just slept easily at the others one back. "aww, the cute little lovebirds did infact make it back!" harley said before Deadshot groaned before giving her some of his secret contraband he was going to keep after this mission. "you guys placed bets on this cuties life?" digger would reply angrily before he set you down on a chair by his side while you lazily woke up. "you're worried about us betting on m/n but not worried about placing bets on that stupid ass head of yours?" deadshot replied, slightly confused.

"of course! you can humiliate me but don't do anything to him."

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#captain boomerang #george harkness #george harkness x male reader #george digger harkness #captain boomerang x male reader #captain boomerang x reader #george harkness x reader

[double-hoe-seven]

Breaktime

Kinktober Day 6: Hair Pulling

Summary: You and Digger take a much needed break during a routine recon mission. Pairing: Digger ‘Captain Boomerang’ Harkness x Reader (ft: former background  Rick Flag x Reader) Word Count: 1,445 Warnings: Smut, swearing, Boomer, pet names (daddy, princess)

| 18+ Only | Minors DO NOT INTERACT |

| 18+ Only | Minors DO NOT INTERACT | Smut below the cut |

"See anything?" You ask into your earpiece as you look around the bar. "Nothin' on the second floor," Rick answers back. "Or the basement," Harley added happily. "I see a fox on the first floor," Digger said with a snicker. "Keep it in your pants, Harkness, we're here on a mission," Rick warns. "You aren't the boss of me, Flag," Digger scoffs. "Actually, he is, love." You finally chime in. "Why are you backin' him up over me?" Digger asks. "Because Rick's in charge, we follow his lead." You say casually, continuing to look around for anything useful. You fought the urge to roll your eyes when you heard him mockingly repeat after you. The tell-tell click of channels was heard before Rick said something "so, Harkness, huh?" "Don't give me that tone, Flag." "I'm not giving you any tone, I'm just curious." He defends. "He's a little rough around the edges but-" "A little?" Rick interrupts with a scoffing laugh. "Yes, a little, but he can be soft when he wants to be." You defend. "Whatever you say," Rick mutters. "Don't be mad that I'm getting laid and you aren't." You tease. "I'm going back to the main channel." He says with a slight laugh. "Whatever floats your boat." You hum before hearing another click.

Fifteen minutes later, you were kneeling behind a desk, looking through the drawers for anything useful. You were so focused on sifting through the different papers that you didn't hear footsteps approaching. When you felt something cold and metallic on the back of your head, you froze, only until the familiar smell of citrus and cedar permeated your senses. You turned and immediately smacked the boomerang out of his hands. "Real mature, George." You grumble as you stand up, facing the laughing Australian. "C'mon, loosen up, babe," he said when he finally settles down, tucking the weapon back into his belt. "God, you're such an idiot." You groan, making no effort to stop him as he cages you between himself and the desk. "Aw, you'll hurt my feelings, babe," he says with a faux pout. "Since when do you have those?" You tease with a smirk. "Oh, feisty ." He grins, leaning down to kiss you. "You're a pain." You mutter, hopping up to take a seat on the desk. He stood between your legs, tangling his fingers in your hair as he pecked your lips. "This mission's boring, love. Let's make it a little more fun." "We're here doing recon. It's not supposed to be fun." You hum. "But we could make it fun." He proposes, taking out his earpiece and yours, and tossing them across the room. "What if there's trouble?" You ask curiously as your hands go to mess with his belt. "They can handle being without us for a bit." He promises.

"Admit you need this as bad as I do, love." He orders, giving your hair a slight tug and smirking at the whimper you let out. "Or what?" You ask with a smirk. This time when he tugs your hair, he does it with more force, attacking your exposed neck with kisses and bites while lightly grinding his hips against yours. "Admit you need it." He challenges. He keeps a tight grip on your hair while the other hand slips below the waistband of your pants, teasing you over your panties. "Make me." You challenge back with a smirk. Digger gives another sharper tug and smirks at your pathetic moan. He gently bites at the base of your neck, his fingers teasing you for a moment longer before he hastily pulls his hand away; he chuckles at the whine that leaves you. "See? You fuckin' need this, babe." He teases as he backs up. Digger helps you off the desk and turns you around. He hastily pushes his pants down around his ankles while you do the same and bend over.

He leaned over you as he positions himself at your entrance, slowly pushing his hips forward. "Keep an eye on the door, love." He mutters, his hand again going to tangle into your hair, using the grip to pull you upright. Digger reaches around you and lets his hand slide under your shirt to fondle your breast while he rocks into you. He uses his grip on your hair to hold you upright and keep your back flush against his chest. He bites and sucks along your neck, leaving a series of bite marks on the skin as his hips move faster. A shaky groan leaves him as he settles into a rhythm of teasing your nipples and speeding up before slowing down when he feels you getting too close. Each time you let out a frustrated sound, he chuckles and tugs your hair again. "You just have to admit you needed this too, love." He teases.

"Bite me." You mutter. "That can be fucking arranged." He smirks, using your hair to tug your head to the side and biting at your neck just hard enough to leave a nice, obvious mark without breaking the skin. "Poor little thing enjoys having her hair pulled. I bet you were fun on the playground." He teases, pinching your nipple harshly before you can reply sarcastically. The relief of his hand leaving your breast was short-lived when it found a home between your legs. "You know what to do if you wanna cum, babe." He teases, bucking his hips faster. His hand settled over your mound, his index and middle finger going to tease the nub, "c'mon, love, just admit it." He coos. When you object again, he tugs harder, pulling your head back against him. "Good girls don't lie to daddy, do they, princess?" "Fu-uck me..." You mewl pathetically, grabbing his wrist in a vain attempt to pry his fingers away from your sensitive clit. "I-I needed this!" You finally concede, desperately trying to gain that tiniest bit of extra friction. "Needed what?" He asks, tugging your hair until you're standing upright with him pistoning into you from behind. "Say it, love." "Fuck!" You exclaim out of a mixture of frustration, annoyance, and pleasure as the tip of his cock hits that perfect little place deep inside of you in this position. "I n-needed you to fuck me!" You huff "now let me fucking cu-ow!" You hiss when he slaps your clit. He tsks and shakes his head. "Ask nicely, love."

If looks could kill, this man would've been dead long ago. "C'mon, big girl words." He teases with that cocky grin of his. "Please let me cum, Digger..." you plead desperately, trying to push back against him. He hums in thought without stalling his movements in the slightest. "Digger..." You warn lowly, a faint whimper in your tone. He savors the moment with a grin before relenting "alright, love, go ahead, cum for daddy." It took no time at all after his words before the wave of your orgasm washed over your entire body. A shiver ran up your spine and his name left your lips as bliss overtook you. He squeezed your hip tightly as he came moments later, burying his face in the crook of your neck and biting into your shoulder to muffle his groan of pleasure. His hips gave a few more languid thrusts as he rode out his high. Carefully, he slipped out of you, letting go of your hair. He happily took a seat in the office chair, catching his breath with a wolfish grin on his face. "I don't wanna hear it." You mumble with an eye roll, turning away to avoid him seeing you grin as you got dressed again.

"I wasn't gonna say anything." He said innocently, raising his hands in surrender before finally getting up to fix his own clothes. "Liar. You were gonna make some stupid joke about me and Rick." You tell him, grabbing your earpieces off the floor and putting yours in, handing him his own. "Fine, I was, but then I thought, it's not his cum leaking out of ya, is it now?" He smirks proudly. "Glad you can be mature about the fact that I'm friends with my ex." You say sarcastically. "Well, I've got nothing to be jealous of, do I?" He asks, once again tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling you into another kiss. You took the opportunity to lightly tug his bottom lip when you pulled away. "Let's just get to the meet point." "Happily, lead the way. And I’ll keep an eye on the rear." He grins, gesturing for you to go first. "Perv." You joke. "I'm sorry, brat who enjoys having her hair pulled says what?" He asks with a hum.

Tag Team: @bdffkierenwalker​

#Digger Harkness smut #Digger Harkness x Reader #Captain Boomerang smut #Captain Boomerang x Reader #Kinktober 2022 #Kinktober #Rick Flag #The Suicide Squad #Suicide Squad

[originallandlockedmariner]

2023

Pickleball. Generative AI. Lula takes office in Brazil, Amazon Rainforest throws a party. Prince Harry refusing to stop talking about his frozen penis no matter how many times society begged him to stop. UFOs are real. Viral cat dubbed ‘largest cat anyone has ever seen’ gets adopted. Pee-Wee’s big adventure ends. Musk & X. Turkey-Syria earthquake kills thousands. India surpasses China as ‘country squeezing in the most peeps’. Tucker Carlson ousted. Miss USA and her 30 lbs moon costume. Wildfires in Kelowna and Hawaii. Macron tinkers with retirement age of the French. Paltrow can’t ski. Big Red Boots. Bob Barker leaves us. Alabama mom delivers 2 babies from her 2 uteruses in 2 days. Charles III. Ukrainian counteroffensive against Russian forces as the war drags on. Taylor Swift is Time’s Person of the Year. African ‘coup belt’. Flo-Jo dies in her sleep. Chinese spy balloon shot down. Hollywood writers strike. Human ‘nice mugshot’ Shitstain and his 91 indictments. Highest interest rates in 2 decades. The Bear’s Christmas episode. War in Gaza. Shinzo Abe is assassinated. Alex Murdaugh. Ocean Cleanup removes 25 000 lbs of trash from the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. Vase purchased for $3.99 sells for $100 000 at auction. Barbenheimer. A third of Pakistan is flooded. Lionel Messi is the GOAT. Travis Kelce. The Sphere opens in Las Vegas. Regulators seized Silicon Valley Bank and Signature Bank, resulting in two of the three largest bank failures in U.S. history. “The Woman In Me”. WHO declares COVID ain’t a thing no more. Titan sub sinks, rich people die. Matthew Perry drowns. Dumbledore Dies (again). Massive sales of ‘Fuck Trudeau’ flags for jacked-up micro-dick trucks. Everything Everywhere All At Once. June-August was the hottest three-month period in recorded history across the Earth. Tina Turner dies. And the Beatles release a new song?! Wow… You got big shoes to fill 2024.

Archives for context:

2020

Kobe. Pandemic. Lockdown. Koalas on fire. Harry and Meg retire. Toilet paper hoarding. Alcoholism. Impeach the f*cker. Parasite. Bonnie Henry. Tiger King. Working from home. Sourdough bread. Harvey Weinstein guilty. Zoom overdose. Dip your body in sanitizer. 6 feet. Quarantine. OK Boomer. Home schooling (everyone passes). Murder hornets. Dolly Parton. Don’t hug, kiss or see anybody, especially your family. Chris Evans’ junk. TikTok. Glory holes. Face masks. CERB. West Coast wildfires. Stay home. Small Businesses lose, big box stores win. F*ck Bozos. ‘Dreams’ and cranberry juice. Close yoga studios, but thumbs up to your local gym. Speak moistly to me. George Floyd. BLM. F*ck Trump. Phase 2, 3 and Summer. RBG. Baby Yoda. Biden wins. Bond and Black Panther die. No more lockdown. Back to school and work. Just kidding... giddy up round 2. Giuliani leaks shit from his head. Resurgence of chess. UFOs are real. Restrictions. Dave Grohl admits defeat. Monolith. “F*ck... forgot my mask in the car”. No Christmas shenanigans allowed. Bubbles. Alex Trebek. Use the term ‘dumpster fire’ one too many times. Jupiter and Saturn form 'Christmas Star'. Happy New Year Bitches!!!! 2021... you better not sh*t the bed!!

2021

“We love you, you’re very special”. Failed coup attempt at the Capital. Twitter, FB and IG ban Donny. Hammerin’ Hank goes to the Field of Dreams. Bozo no longer richest man but still a twat. Leachman, Tyson, and Holbrook pass. The economy is worse than expected. Kim and Kanye split. Brood X cicadas. Dre has an aneurysm and nearly has his home broken into. Bridgerton. MyPillow CEO is a douche. Covid restrictions extended indefinitely. Captain Von Trapp dies. Proud Boys officially a Terrorist Organization. Richard Ramirez. Cancer takes Screech. Travel bans. Impeachment trial (again?… oh and this was barely February? WTF??!!) Suez Canal blockage. Myanmar protest. Kong dukes it out with Godzilla, while Raya watches. Olympics. Friends compare elective surgeries. F9. Canada Women’s Soccer Gold. Free Britney. Multiverses. Residential Schools in Canada unearth children’s bodies. Kate is Mare of Easttown. Cuomo resigns. Disney and Dwayne cruise together. Wildfires. Delta variants. Musk passes Bezos. Candyman x 5. Capt. Kirk goes to space. F*ck Kyle Rittenhouse. Astros didn’t win. Squid Game. Goodbye Bond. Dune is redone. Angelina is Eternal. Astroworld deaths. Meta. Omicron. Three Spidermen. Tornados in December? World Juniors cancelled. Pills against Covid. School opening delayed. And Betty White dies. 2022… my expectations are ridiculously low…

2022

Wow… eight billion people. Queen Elizabeth II passes away after ruling the Commonwealth before dirt was invented. The monkeypox. Russia plays the role of global a**hole. Wordle. Mother Nature rocks Afghanistan. Hover bike. Styles spits on Pine. Olivia Newton John, Kristie Alley, and Coolio leave us. Pele was traded to team Heaven. FTX implodes. Madonna and the 3-D model of her vagina. Pig gives his heart to a human. Beijing can brag that it is the first city ever to host both the Summer Olympics and Winter Olympics. Uvalde. $3 trillion Apple. Keith Raniere gets 120 years. The Whisky War ends with Canada and Denmark going halfsies. Mar-a-Lago. Nick Cannon brood hits a dozen. Shinzo Abe is assassinated. Inflation goes through the roof (if you can actually afford to put a roof over your head). Volodymyr Zelensky. European heat wave. Bennifer. Salman Rushdie is stabbed on stage, Dave Chappelle tackled, and Chris Rock is only slapped. Thích Nhất Hạnh. Heidi Klum goes full slug. Cuba knocked out by Ian. Liz Truss and 4.1 Scaramuccis. Taylor Swift breaks Ticketmaster. Human shitstain Elon Musk ignores helping mankind and buys Twitter instead. Riri becomes a mommy. NASA launches Artemis 1. Trump still a whiny little b*tch. Music lost Loretta Lynn, Christine McVie, and Meat Loaf. Democracy died at least three times. Pete Davidson continues to date hottest women on the planet (no one understands how?!) Microplastics in our blood. Alex Jones is a c*nt. So is DeSantis. Argentina wins the World Cup. Meghan and Harry. Eddie Munson rips Metallica in the Upside Down. tWitch. Roe vs Wade is overturned by the micro dick energy of the Supreme Court. CODA. James Corden shows he is a "tiny Cretin of a man". Amber (and the sh*t on the bed) Heard (round the world). Sebastian Bear-McClard proves he’s one of the f*cking dumbest men alive. Latin America's ‘pink tide’. Anti-Semitic rants by Ye. Bob Saget. A verified blue checkmark. Godmother of punk Vivienne dies. And, Tom Cruise feels the need for speed yet again. 2023… whatcha got for us?!? Nothing shocks me anymore.

@daily-esprit-descalier

#me #my words #doodles

[littlefreya]

Hi Freya, if you have time, can you please link some shitpost/funny or sweet stories you wrote? I had a very stressful week at work and I'm so tired. I am thinking of taking a day off for my mental health and in the meantime unwind with your stories and a nice cup of tea :)

Hey lovely 🖤🖤 I am sorry you had a stressful week. I hope that the weekend will allow you some time to unwind. Here is some silliness I wrote to help

RPF - Henry Cavill

Snow Figures - Henry x Reader (fluff) Henry likes to build snow dicks to make you laugh. 

Vanilla Milkshake - Henry x OFC (fluff, friends to lovers, sexual innuendo, mild seduction, sex talk, an unwanted boner, Henry being a boomer, Henry having a meltdown. )  Henry and a long time friend hangout at their usual spot when things turn chaotic because of an innocent misunderstanding…

Raspberries - Henry x Reader (Pure fluffy romance, slightly erotic vibes) Henry is a big fluffy bear who likes to take his time. He wants to get to know you before having sex for the first time.

A creepy Surprise - Henry x Reader (Fluff though suggestive)  Henry forget to take off his Witcher costume while results in some unfortunate panic

Scruffy Kisses - Henry x Reader (Fluffy Fluff) You come home crying after a terrible week and Henry is trying to cheer you up with a little surprise.

The Baker of Blavikan - Henry x OFC (Fluffy romance) Waking up in the morning to find Henry gone from bed and some obscure situation happening in the kitchen

Kal watching Henry when he is trying to get it on Henry x Reader (fluff, suggestive)

Can I pet your titties? 

Some random memes I made

Captain Syverson

Buns in the Oven - Captain Syverson x reader (Pure fluff) Sy has hidden clingy tendencies and he is very much afraid to admit it until one night has one drink too many and all his secrets are exposed.

Knockers - Captain Syverson x Reader (Fluffy, Suggestive, slapping man titties) You found a new way to provoke the Captain

A valid argument - Shaving off the Captain’s beard

August Walker

Something Wicked - August Walker x Reader (Fluff) August sleeps tightly, and you decide to exploit the situation.

Boomer Walker

Always Sunny in Philidelphia meets August Walker

August joined the CIA for the wrong reasons

Walter Marshall

Santa Baby - Walter x Reaser (Fluff, a tad suggesting)  For over a decade, detective Walter Marshall kept a dirty little secret, thinking no one would ever find out about his past. Sadly for him, you are somewhat of a detective yourself.

Walter with a man flu

Multi character headcanons

Henry’s characters as supernatural beings  

Henry’s characters daughter dating reaction 

Henry’s characters reacting to their girl being tattooed 

Henry’s characters accidentally walk into the room while you are changing your clothes :O 

What pets do they have? 

How do they react to you stabbing your toe on the corner 

Characters and their ice cream flavour

Characters and their cars

Ghost hunting crew

When he sees you drinking an energy drink 

The men referring to their “junk” 

What attire do they sleep in?

Incorrect subtitles gifs

Naughty Clark 1

Naughty Clark 2

Naughty Clark 3

Food dilemma

August on a mission

August being inappropriate

August being inappropriate again

August being August

Lane mocking August

Clark on breeding mode

Sassy Sherlock

Sassy Sherlock 2

Sassy Clark

#henry cavill #ask freya #anon asks #august walker #geralt of rivia #captain syverson #henrycavill #henry cavill shitposting #henry cavill shitpost

[froot-batty]

Captain Boomerang fan here, you ABSOLUTELY have invented Captain Boomerang x Killer Moth.

(The only ships that exist for him are Boomer x Rick Flag, Boomer x Harley, Boomer x Deadshot, Boomer x Deadshot x Harley, Boomer x Polkadot Man, and Boomer x Riddler) and each of these ships has like... 2 or 3 people, at best, shipping them at any given time.

If someone had gotten to Boomer and Moth before I did I would have been VERY surprised. Punching box boomerang man and d-list anti-batman bug? Thats only something produced by my strange strange mind

#i dont know why but i felt i needed to put boomer in a suns out guns out tanktop in this #he looks naked without his beanie #ill get to my other asks tomorrow probably! i am tired and my hand hurts. i drawed too much #frootverse #drury walker #killer moth #george harkness #captain boomerang #doodles #WHAT. WHAT DO I CALL THE SHIP NAME #motherang? #um. killer boomerang #help

[jaxxsoxxn]

Funny scene imagine it

Boomerang and Bart talking about anything and having fun

Hal huh? Who knew that kangaroo actually is good with kids can you believe that Barry 

Barry looking at boomerang like he’s the only person in this room hal knowing that look too well

Screams out Flash no are goddamn serious. Barry caught off guard. Wait what

hal of all of the men in this world and the women him why him Barry looks at the hand that he pointing at to boomerang wait no no no no no no no that’s no oh don’t lie to me I know that look Barry I don’t like him like that I promise hal you sure cause your face is turning red OK fine so it’s not a big deal a big deal. He’s a criminal well your girlfriend was once a criminal your ex-girlfriend you did not pull that card Barry I did. Hal

Come back to boomerang then Bart what the bloody hell are they screaming about I don’t know should we go stop them boomerang no kid let’s see this play out.

—🐌

Henlo Snail Anon! :D why won't I write the scene out a little ;>

Also, poor Wally, he didn't connect the dots yet :')

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Bart and Digger share few things with each other - their hatred to boredom, their inability to think some things trough and stop moving being one of those, so when Barry sees them meet, he honestly expected them to at least understand each other.

The Suicide Squad (or something something force X) is helping Justice League with some type of mission, which is centered around the Bat, so unsurprisingly not many of them know exactly what is the mission about or what is the danger they are helping with, but it leads to the squad meeting up with a lot of sidekicks.

Of course all the Robins know Harley and Deadshot, Aquaboy or however he's called at the moment also know King Shark.

(said Villain waves at the kid almost shyly and Barry can see Hal roll his eyes in fondness - man was always weak for animals and after sitting trough Guy's drunk rants about sharks and how they're misjudged, he might've grew a soft spot for them which he's not proud of)

Surprisingly for him, Wally barely even knows Boomer. He blinks few times after somebody mentioned that Captain Boomerang was a Flash Rouge and looks closer, which causes few of the more vigilant sideckis to stop in their tracks and look from Kid Flash to the villain.

Digger, being one of the first to notice Wallies confusion, scowls visibly and just averts his eyes. Flash couldn't stop the slight grimace at the scene, feeling bad for the man. That is, until Bart, always his actions faster than his thoughts (though he's learning to do better) gets inside their meeting place and starts running circles around Boomer.

"Cap! Cap! Cap!" a show of affection in his way, chanting his nickname and running circles, while every person that can see above Bart could notice Digger bite back a fond smile.

His Speedforce gauntlet shines lightly while he grabs the kid behind his neck and pulls him up with an amused huff.

"Me, me, me." he repeated after the boy, slowly letting him down.

Somehow, ignoring the shock of few people around them, the two jump into conversation like it's their second nature. Bart still moves around like normally, but Digger does the same, if slightly slower.

When they finally stop for a second, all people can decipher is "Barry talks about ya do much." and then they brush it off, continuing.

Hal, gods bless Hal, doesn't notice it. He's smirking slightly, pointing at their general direction with his hand, while with the other he practically hangs himself on Barry.

"Who could've guessed that the kangaroo is good with kids! Especially since he put bombs in two of 'em..." he wants to carry on, but he can't help but catch the way his friend stares at his Rouge.

Barry has a light smile on his face, soft and so admiring that it's almost loving. His eyes are squinted and shining with delight at every silly joke Boomer and Bart make to each other. Green Lantern's jaw is on the floor so quickly, that he could be mistaken for a speedster himself.

"No, Barry, no." he shakes his friend lightly, to not cause a scene, but his eyes are wide enough for Flash to know he's serious. "Bar, there's no way--"

"What? What's wrong now?" his head moves in his way, he's eyes confused, even if they jump back to Boomer and Impulse whenever a loud cackle or a snort is heard. "What's with you?"

"With me?!" Hal slightly loses the control he had on his tone of voice. "I'm not the one thirsting for a goddamn Villain-!"

Flash stops him with his hand against the other's lips, his eyes darting around the room making sure that no-one heard the man. Somehow in the back of his head he can hear Wally also joining Bart's and Digger's conversation, though he's way more subtle than Impulse.

"Shush! It's not like that, I have no idea-"

A hand grabs his writs and Hal pulls his mouth free.

"Like hell you have no idea! If I'd look at anyone the same way you look at him, you'd probably play wedding bells!"

Barry can feel his face starting to match his suit and he grimaces at the sight of a prideful smirk on GLs face.

"Okay, maybe, but it's not a big deal!" he hissed back at the man, who looks at him like he's the biggest idiot here.

"Not a big deal-?! He's a rouge, your very own one! He tied you to a giant Boomerang once!"

"Okay, first of all, it was the funniest shit ever and it wasn't even that serious, second of all, the name Carol Ferris rings any bells?"

"Oh you did not-!"

"... Does anyone know why Bar and Hal are arguing over there?" Wally asks, staring at the pissy fight his two elders have, somehow in disbelief when Flash grabs the other by the hair and pulls almost lightly.

Bart and Digger don't stop talking about their favourite Just Dance dances for longer than a second, just to shrug at him.

With a heavy sigh, Kid Flash is still trying to put together how does Captain Boomerang know Impulse, since the only person Barry actually talks about is this silly Harkness guy or George, whoever he might be.

#idk #probably bad english #bsing trough life #ssktjl #<3 #boomerflash #flasharang #flasherang #flash x captain boomerang #Hal is a good friend #But also a goddamn parasite #When you've talked to your rouge about one of ur totally not sons enough that he knows him on sight #Barry who got a card for father's day from both Wally and Bart “those ain't my actual kids” #Yeah tell yourself that #Good father boomerang my beloved #I just want to say it isn't max erasure bc he also got a father's day card from impulse #A kid sometimes has 4 to 5 dads and that's ok

[it-is-i-zim]

what issues of the flash (or the suicide squad) are captain boomerang mainly in/best written in because next time I get the opportunity to go to a comics store I want to be able to get something with him in it because he’s actually quite interesting (in a positive way) (sorry if this sends multiple times or something my service is being weird)

Not a lot of recent ones. I don't know a ton off the top of my head because they haven't really interacted much in decades but there's Flash (2016) #18, #19, and Annual #3 (The date for the 3rd annual should be 2020, I think). For the Annual, you might want to pick up Suicide Squad (2019) #4 and #5, because the Annual is a direct continuation of those comic. I'm still procrastinating on my other list that includes all the old comics. Also Justice League VS Suicide Squad had them interact a few times.

Edit: Realize this was about the best comics for him and not the comics where Boomer and the Flash interact. My brain was not turned on when I got this ask.

Robin (1993) #62-64 are some really good issues that show Boomerang interacting with Riddler that I thought were really fun.

Still agree with Suicide Squad (2019) #4 and #5 as well as Flash (2016) Annual #3. On that note Flash (2016) #18 and #19 are also good.

Suicide Squad (2016) #47 was quite enjoyable for me, and it's easy to get into because you don't need the context of the rest of the run to know what's going on.

On of my favorite storylines with Boomerang though was the Secret History of Task Force X, which were within Suicide Squad (2016) #27-#32. The toilet humor was kinda immature but there's not a lot of good stuff for Boomerang that isn't like... From the 1960s.

Suicide Squad: Kill Arkham Asylum just released and so far I'm loving him in that comic.

#captain boomerang #george harkness #digger harkness

[chibishortdeath]

Fuck it, Simon Belmont, because why not you basically themed your blog after him

You don’t have any specific numbers, so I’m just answering every question >:3c mwahahaha—

1. “Why do you like this character”:

A lot of reasons!!! First off, most of his games are super fun and some of my favorite platformers just in general. I replay CV1, Simon’s Quest, and SCV4 most often cause they’re a real joy to play! I also absolutely LOVE Simon’s story, I’ve considered making comics about it if I could ever get out of recent art block whoops, even though I’ve seen many people say he doesn’t have one (´TωT｀). His designs are really cool, he’s got great music in his games, there’s just a lot to love and I’ll explain more in detail in other questions.

2. “Favorite canon thing?”

I really like the concept that he looks up to Christopher as this legendary hero and then ends up considered the same kind of legendary hero by Juste and others after him. It’s pretty ironic, kinda bittersweet, especially after being hated for so long. Castlevania loves its cycles like that. Also just Simon’s Quest in general, I love that game.

3. “Least favorite canon thing?”

Ooo that’s very hard. There’s kinda a lot of things about him that aren’t explained or confirmed, especially personality wise, but I kinda like that in a way cause it leaves room for interpretation and whatnot. Idk hmmm. I’m gonna go with Grimoire of Souls in general. I had some hopes for it, but it ended up being kinda lame. A lot of the characterization was weird and don’t even start me on things like the Cursed Whip theory being in there 💀. So I just choose to ignore it and not consider it canon.

4. “If you could put this character in another media, what would it be?”

I have thought about drawing him as if he was a character in other series for ages lol. I’ve already drawn him as a Pokémon trainer, I’ve thought about drawing Castlevania and Soul Eater crossovers before, and I tried drawing him in the style of Resident Evil 1 but could not get the art style down. Idk put him in Fortnite or something that’d be funny we already got Solid Snake so Konami has been in talks with them I guess X,,,,,,,,,,D

5. “What’s the first song that comes to mind when you think of them?”

Probably either Simon’s Theme (of course lol) or Bloody Tears, but I do wanna mention that I have a YouTube playlist of songs I wanna make Simon animations with eventually (alas animation is HARD).

6. “What’s something you have in common with the character?”

Mostly negative things unfortunately d(;w; ). Like self comparison, doubt in my own abilities, trouble making and keeping friends, etc etc. Although a lot of these are based on assumptions and interpretations, as a lot of him usually is. Simon does have a really similar hair color to me on the NES box art tho so that’s cool.

7. “What’s something the fandom does with this character that you like?”

There’s a lot of really nice art of him!!! Usually portraits, but sometimes there’s other doodles and whatnot too :3. Cool fan redesigns too! I also have seen a lot of neat headcanons, a lot of which I’ve adopted. I also appreciate the Captain N reunion stuff for the most part, it’s pretty wholesome.

8. “What’s something the fandom does with this character that you don’t like?”

I’ve seen a lot of comics, especially around when Smash Bros Ultimate came out, that were really… weird. I think all of them could kinda be boiled down to “old = bad” in the way that the artists probably just found out he was from the 1600s and then decided to make him the Boomer to Richter’s Gen Z for whatever reason (ya know despite Richter being from the 1700s but anyway). Simon would either be the jerk in the situation and/or the butt of the joke. I don’t think that Simon would have any issue with any of the female characters’ outfits let alone start harassing them for it. I saw some comics that made fun of him for not speaking very much in some genuinely disgusting ways too. Like making him not able to read or practically just the generic caveman stereotype. Especially in cases where the artist would depict other silent NES protagonists really nicely after making Simon out to be a complete idiot and asshole. There was also the trend of making him generally be all “oh no witchcraft!!!!!!!!!! What sin!!!!!!! The horror!!!!!!!!” about like anything and everything. I guess a lot of this comes from Smash Bros fans not usually being fans of Castlevania, but I’ve seen it in the Castlevania fandom too just less frequently. There’s also the “Simon has no story” thing oof. I’ve seen people tell people to skip his games or play fan games instead before :(

9. “Could you be roommates with this character?”

Realistically, no, my room is too small for another person :(. If that wasn’t an issue, then yeah probably :).

10. “Could you be best friends with this character?”

I WOULD REALLY LIKE TO—

11. “Would you date this character?”

No, he’s probably married, generally feels more like a bestie, and I’m aroace lol

12. “What headcanon do you have for this character?”

Too many oh my god. I think he probably makes things. That’s a very vague sentence lol, but think like armor, knives, general woodworking, all his necklaces and headbands and stuff, etc. He generally seems like he keeps to himself and lives mostly alone, so I can see him doing all that by himself. He keeps some bones and teeth of things he hunts most of the time. A lot of people have him as the most super Christian of the family, but I see him as like Christian but really not organized or strict about it, if that makes sense? I’ve seen someone else describe the Belmonts as like “Christopagan” before and yeah I think that fits. Idk why but I have consistently drawn him with his cross necklace in his mouth sometimes. I headcanon him as semiverbal (I think that’s the correct term for it, basically like inbetween speaking and nonspeaking). I like to think he’s like really average height for the 1600s cause he’s about as tall as other townspeople and skeletons and stuff. Which is funny cause that’d make him like 5’5-5’7 ish and that’s kinda short in modern day lol. And I guess that makes his 8bit sprite being used all the time make more sense XD. I have way more, I didn’t even get into Simon’s Quest related ones, but I don’t wanna make this too long aaaaaaaaaaaa

13. “What’s an emoticon that reminds you of the character or you think they’d use a lot?”

Ok this is funny cause I actually do have one for this and it’s got context. It’s the “:3”. So I was watching a bunch of people’s playthroughs one night cause I was bored and ran into a channel with a toooooon of speedruns of maps from Harmony of Despair. Whenever they’d get to a boss battle they’d use the typing feature just to go “hi” with a different cutesy emoticon every time, but when they got to Dracula they specifically went for the “hi :3” and then went “oh no :(“ when Dracula started attacking and now that’s the way I think he’d text I guess.

14. “Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character”

How does one properly explain how much this guy slays in one aesthetic term—

15. “What’s your favorite ship for this character?”

Oooooo, in canon probably like his wife (Selena) and/or the Mysterious Woman (who could be the same character depending on what theories you go by), but outside of that Simon Belmont x Getsu Fuma and I can’t even explain exactly why, but it’s pretty cute.

16. “What’s your least favorite ship for this character?”

Any BelmontXBelmont shipping ugh, it’s unfortunately really common on some places… also the whole Lucas or Pit or whatever other child character thing the smash bros fandom had ugh. I guess I also just don’t see the appeal of shipping any of the Belmonts with Dracula.

17. “What’s a ship you don’t hate but it’s not your favorite?”

I’ve also seen people ship him with Solid Snake, Palutena, or Bayonetta before. Ummm he doesn’t really have a lot of other characters he’s shipped with tbh. Idk I saw someone ship him with one of the priests from Simon’s Quest once.

18. “Relationship in canon you admire?”

Unfortunately he doesn’t really talk to people enough in game to form canon relationships 😔

19. “Relationship in canon you don’t like?”

I don’t even know if I can answer this one for the same reasons as the above 💀💀💀. I guess the townspeople hating the hell out of him, but I don’t hate that cause it’s kinda integral to the plot???? Yeah idk lol

20. “What character is the ideal best friend for this character?”

Simon and Shanoa would get along a lot I think. Sara too. Hmmmm… I think he and Alucard would probably also be good friends. Christopher too for many reasons. Simon just really needs friends my poor dude is out here in Dracula’s Castle and the Romanian countryside after being cursed alone like this poor guy :’(

21. “If you’re a fic writer, what’s your favorite thing to do when writing this character? What’s something you don’t like?”

I have not written much at all, however what small comics I have done I looooove to make sure to sprinkle in whatever symbols he has in the games into it. He has a lot of cool things ranging from like rose thorns to The Hanged Man card and a lot of them end up meaning things like martyrdom and whatnot idk I made a post about it a while ago :3. I also like specifically Simon’s Quest speculation stuff, like what if scenarios for the vague, left open spots of it. If it’s not something super angsty or lore heavy, it’s usually just wholesome character interactions or doodling him being comforted by Christopher or Trevor cause I was sad or something lol. As far as things I don’t like writing uh idk that’s hard, maybe just any kind of filler scenes cause I’m not very good at those oof. Dialogue is hard too 💀💀💀

22. “If you’re a fic reader, what’s something you like/don’t like to see in fics?”

I’ve mentioned a lot of things I don’t like seeing in uh question 8, but things I do like is when people really try to go full horror with him. I’ve seen some Simon’s Quest fics (sadly there’s very few :’3) that really try to get that same feeling of anxiousness and dread the game does and I love that honestly. It’s a really dark story in the series! I also saw one that went psychological horror with it with him kinda losing himself a little at night it’s just ough it’s cool :D! Simon is a horror protagonist! Make him afraid!!!

23. “Favorite picture of this character?”

Again, too many!!! X3

24. “What other character from another fandom reminds you of them?”

Not from fandoms I am in (yet, hopefully I’ll get into these), but Ragnvaldr from Fear and Hunger I’ve heard is just directly inspired by him and Alfred from Bloodborne also, to me, seems heavily inspired by him. The whole Vilebloods section seems very Castlevania inspired tbh. From other fandoms I’m in, that’s hard to say, there’s not really any I don’t think.

25. “What was your first impression of this character, is it the same as now?”

Well I got into Castlevania through Smash Bros and at first was completely indifferent about him, he was just kinda fun to play as. Then Richter got me to play SotN and actually get into the series more. I had no idea I had SotN on XBOX360 for a long time, but that made it pretty easy to start playing. And now I am absolutely hooked and Simon is my favorite character so uh yeah X3.

26. “Freebie!”

I guess I just say anything? Ok, I am currently half trying to cosplay Simon’s Simon’s Quest design rn! I have like everything but the armor, but I’ll have to wait a while to be able to get materials for it oof. But yeah :). Hopefully that works out. 

Ok yeah that’s pretty dang long wow, but yeah, thanks for the ask!!!! I am happy to rant about Simon anytime :3

#castlevania #castlevania games #text post #simon belmont #asks #ask game #yay! Simon :3 #I feel like I could probably go on even longer with other questions but uh yeah #more reason to do more of these ask things they’re fun :) #incoherent rambling #idk if I should put a cut somewhere in this cause WOW that is LONG jesus #hmmmmmmmmmmmmm idk #I should post some of the Simon and Fuma art I have sometime when I’m not feeling weirdly self conscious about it—

[finniestoncrane]

shuffles in here hiii I was hoping to request KTJL!Boomer x Fem nb reader (she/they with feminine genitalia and the like, who is on the curvier side in terms of body type) who are in an established relationship and just having a fun night in together

I’m not super picky on what directions things go and honestly it could just be pwp but I would love to see the following things included in no particular order:

boomer being his usual sleazy self lol

mean but playful flirting

praise kink

squirting

overstimulation

reader being really into Boomer’s hands

mating press

i love love love your writing, the way you write boomer is so good! I hope you’re having a good day!

Messy

KTJL!Boomer x Fem!Reader, word count: 1.2k okey dokey i THINK i managed to cover everything, even if i did get sidetracked by the squirting!💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: fingnering, squirting, overstimulation, flirting, teasing, good old fashioned fuckin

You held his hands, stretching the fingers out, holding them, placing your palm against his, before letting your fingers fall between his, pulling him to you, clutching at his hands as you pressed them to your sternum.

"I like your hands, George. They're big. Strong. And very skilled."

Flattery was alwas the way with Digger. Stroke his ego, and you got the same result as if you were stroking anywhere else on his body. In response to your compliments, he lifted his hand, taking yours with him, kissing the back of it before letting it rest back on your chest.

"Comes in handy, I suppose. There's a fair bit of you to grab, I like to make sure I get the most out of ya."

You giggled, delighting in the way he smiled wide as he stared over your body. Trying to hide your own beaming grin, you took your hand from his. When you let go of it, he walked his fingers down your body, stopping at your abdomen and grinning as you whined.

“You really that desperate for it?”

Familiar by now with Digger's brand of playful teasing, you played innocent, knowing he preferred to tease you, to see you blush.

“I’m not desperate at all.”

“Oh yeah?”

With one hand on your waist, he reached the other down under your panties, fingers splaying you open, one of them sliding between your lips to collect your slick.

“You seem pretty keen.”

Splaying you open, fingers spreading your lips, he drooled at the sight of your pussy, shockingly wet already.

"I could drown in there, and you're gonna lie and say you're not absolutely frothing, huh?"

Biting your lip, you tried to avoid eye contact with him, your blush and giggles already giving up your true feelings under his scrutiny.

"Hey, no worries, babe. Let the Captain take care of you, no judgements. I'm ready for a dirty, wet root myself."

The way his voice rasped on the words, almost growling, had you unconsciously opening your legs wider, giving him complete access to you. And he took that invitation, immediately curling his fingers up inside of you, his thumb lazily circling your clit as you began to moan, warmth spreading over you, the heat of arousal spreading.

It always felt good when George was giving you his full attention, focused on only your pleasure, his long, strong fingers stroking and fucking you, much more manageable than his cock. This felt slightly different though. You coudn't tell if it was the build up, the romantic, lazy way you had been curled up in his arms before, or if he was trying a new technique, but there was a pressure in your abdomen that was new.

And you were closer, far quicker than usual. Orgasm imminent, you clutched at the bedsheets below you, certain that George was about to make you cum in record time, his sexual expertise once again impressing you. But instead of a body clenching climax, your thighs wet with your own arousal, you let out a scream unlike anything you thought you were capable of. You gushed, streams of liquid exploding from you, splashing onto George, his chest dripping, covered in you.

“Fuck me, babe!”

“George… I’m so sorry, I didn’t even know I could-“

“You got another one in ya?”

He thrust his fingers back inside of you, free hand tapping lightly on your clit as he pumped his digits into your walls, crooked up and tapping at the exact spot that had made you gush before. There you were, writhing under his touch, skin still flushed in embarrassment after making a mess everywhere. And there he was, on top of you, grunting with exertion as he tried to recreate the explosive burst of pleasure, his body positioned in a way that meant he would be soaked, covered in you. Mouth open. Tongue hanging out. Hoping to get a taste.

“I really don’t know if I FUCK!”

A quick spurt emanated from your quivering pussy, legs shaking, body trembling as you squealed in delight. But it wasn’t enough. It was a tiny dribble, and George was intent on making a splash.

“George… I don’t think… I can’t take much more…”

“Just a little bit longer, sweetheart.”

He caught your eyes, keeping his locked in to yours.

“You can do it, eh? Make old Digger happy, huh?”

The pleading tone, the way his crooked smile made his long, hooked nose curl up slightly, made your heart flutter. It was too much. You were over the line, body convulsing, tears forming in the corners of your eyes from the strain. Every one of your limbs felt like they were twitching and spasming as the continuous orgasm coursed through your nervous system. And then finally.

"That's it... good girl... what a good girl!"

With a scream, you felt your muscles relax, body falling into the mattress, your legs still kicking a little as you felt the liquid erupt from you. One quick spurt, followed by another, and then a long, splashing wave that soaked George as he leant in. Smiling wide, mouth gratefully receiving everything he could catch in it, moaning and gargling as he spat some back over his lips and down his chin.

Licking his lips, he once again caught your eyes, a predatory, hungry look glinting in his light green irises. Shuffling inelegantly on his knees, he lined himself up with your body, your legs open and resting at either side of his hips. Before you could get comfortable in that position, however, he caught you under your knees, pulling you to him, his cock resting against your cunt as he pushed your legs back, carefully and slowly, until your ass was raised and your body was pressed down to where he wanted you.

Rubbing the head of his cock along your slit, coating it in your own cum, he slid himself into you and began pumping his impressive length in and out, alread stretching you, bringing you close to yet another orgasm as you whimpered.

Everything about you in this position made his heart pound. The way your stomach folded, jiggling as he thrust, how he could see your eyes closed tight, teeth biting down on your lip, your breasts bouncing with each brutal pounding of his body into yours. Pinned down, submissive, ready for him to fill you up.

And it was equally good for you, having him take control, a little raucous, a bit dirty, like you were being used by him. The thought of that alone, that you were there to take him, for him to empty himself into, made your clit twitch, the heat in your stomach growing as you reached another climax.

"George... I think I might... again..."

"Yeah, no shit princess, I'm actually counting on it!"

He grabbed onto your hips, thumbs digging into the plush skin there to get a better hold of you as he pummelled your body, desperate to see if he could have both of you finish at the same time. He imagined that would be quite messy, and that was how he liked it.

#captain boomerang #digger harkness #george harkness #captain boomerang x reader #captain boomer x you #captain boomerang fanfic #finnie writes

[highwaytothedangerzone502]

Ghost Story - Chapter 14

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 3651

Warnings: None

Summary: No one will miss a ghost. It'd been a running joke for as long as anyone could remember, something Ghost herself started, and she always said it with a smile on her face or with mirth in her voice. The untouchable stealth pilot in every sense of the word, no one could've predicted the depth of her turmoil over recent events, nor the extremes she would go to in order to protect the man she loved, not even those closest to her. Now, all that was left of the young aviator for Maverick, Hangman, and Rooster were the memories of the past, which would slowly fade with time. She'd come into their lives and made an unforgettable impression, and then, like a ghost, she was gone... Then again, ghosts can't die a second time.

Notes: The chapters/parts in italics are flashbacks. And see if you can find the Viper quote reference!

Chapter Songs: Middle Finger Winner At A Losing Game

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Ghost

Senior pilots sat in the front of the room, lounging around like they owned the place. Ghost slipped in unnoticed, taking a seat in the back in an unoccupied row. Hardly a minute later, Cyclone and Warlock strode into the room. All the pilots stood at attention.

"You may be seated," Cyclone said, standing front and center of the room. He continued once the pilots returned to their seats. "A mission of critical importance has arisen deep in enemy territory. Due to the distance and the extensive radar network, we conferred with a skilled and seasoned aviator to determine the best course of action. He decided stealth fighters were the best chance at having a successful mission. That being said, even if you make it through the mountain range to the target area, you will most likely be faced with heavy opposition both in the form of air-to-ground lookouts and potential enemy aircraft. We will not brief you on the full details of the mission due to the top-secret clearance it requires. However, I want you to realize that all missions you have gone on before, whether regular stealth or black ops, will not compare to this one. The twelve of you have been chosen based on your skills and track records, but only one of you will be chosen officially. You will then choose a wingman and two reserve pilots to take your place in case anything happens. Any questions?"

"Sir, you said there were twelve of us, but I only count eleven," a pilot up front said, someone Ghost recognized well but not necessarily liked.

Leaning out into the aisle, she remarked, "You should really get your eyesight checked, Boomer."

The pilot turned around. Although he smiled, she saw the venom it, the hatred. "Winchester. Did you buy your way into this mission?"

"Did you go on that stealth mission in Russia?" she countered coolly. 

Boomer's expression fell hard. "No."

"There's the answer to your question."

Before Boomer could retort back, Cyclone interrupted with, "You'll be going through a series of trials, a mixture of eleven dog fights and course runs each over the course of the next two weeks. After each day, one of you will be knocked out until only one of you remains. The lone pilot will be the team leader for the mission. For the first dogfight, you'll be in pairs, so select your wingman after you suit up and go to your assigned planes."

The group stood, and Boomer took the opportunity to say, "Be careful up there, Winchester. You're going up against the big leagues now."

He left with the other pilots before she could respond, and Ghost rolled her eyes, unperturbed by the threat. She'd beaten Boomer before, on more than one occasion too. She wasn't worried in the slightest about this time. Someone else seemed to be, though.

"Lieutenant Winchester, be careful," Cyclone warned. "Captain Henrikson has a bone to pick with you after you beat him out for the Russia stealth mission, and you pointing it out to him only aggravated him. Most of the other pilots probably share similar sentiments toward you since you've been chosen over them for coveted missions. They're going to go after you first. While I know you can hold your own, watch your back up there."

"Are you worried about me, sir?" Ghost queried, biting back a grin.

"With how you fly, I should probably be more worried about the others."

"It almost sounds like your bets are on me, sir."

The smallest of smiles tugged on Cyclone's lips. "My bets are always on you, Ghost. Get going."

Saluting him, she hurried off to change into her flight suit. Ghost geared up as fast as possible, not wanting to be the last, even though she had good reason to be after being detained for a brief conversation with Cyclone. Still, while she had nothing to prove to the pilots, she didn't want to draw more attention to herself in any way. Ghost knew they'd be after her. She was the youngest and had a record that rivaled all of theirs, not to mention she had the least amount of experience. In their eyes, she was the weakest link in the group. Ghost would use that in her favor, though, along with a few other tricks of the trade she'd learned over the years.

Upon arrival at the hangar, relief surged through her when she saw she wasn't the last to suit up. Most of the pilots were 'unfriendly' faces, but one she recognized and her elation spiked.

Stopping by his side, she greeted cheerfully, "Hey, Hollywood!"

The kind, seasoned aviator jumped at her unannounced presence. "Ghost! I was wondering when you were going to say hi to me. I tried catching you as we were leaving, but Cyclone started talking to you."

"Considering you're my only friend here and assuming someone else hasn't snagged you yet, would you like to be my wingman?"

"Yes, ma'am. Come on, I think our planes are next to each other, as luck would have it." Ghost followed Hollywood to the flight line. On their way, he asked, "How long have you been at North Island?"

"About a month, month and a half."

"And they're already tossing you back up in the air?"

Ghost thought back to the past few weeks- her claustrophobia on the ground, her anxieties over her friendships, and her fight with Rooster a mere hour ago. "Yeah, but it's honestly a welcome distraction. I missed being up in the air."

"Ghost, I have four daughters. I can detect when you're not telling me everything," Hollywood pointed out, raising an eyebrow at her. "What's going on?"

"Boy troubles, but I'll leave it at that for now. We have a mission to win."

Hollywood nodded. "Let's show them how's it done."

***

Ghost and Hollywood landed with victory in their hands. As Ghost predicted and as Cyclone warned, the opposing pilots went after her with a vengeance. With nail-biting acrobatics and some close calls, Hollywood and Ghost managed to turn the other pilots against each other, pointing out to other teams when someone had a clear shot of another pilot. Soon, the opposing pilots started taking advantage of the others' tunnel vision, and Hollywood and Ghost kept on the defense until only four 'enemies' remained. Then they got down to business, exploiting the weaknesses of the other pilots, initiated by Ghost.

Tyler 'Frenchie' Paris tended to get irritated when his lead wouldn't take the shot and would try to get it himself by breaking away, leaving him open and undefended. Hollywood used himself as bait for this, and when Frenchie predictably tried to go after him when his lead couldn't get the shot, Ghost nailed him. 

Keegan "Comet" Westin failed to see Ghost slip underneath him when he had his sights dead set on Hollywood for taking out Frenchie, who had become his wingman when Comet's original one got knocked out of the fight by Boomer. Hollywood continued to stay out of the Comet's reach, and when Ghost saw the opportunity, she locked onto him and sent him home.

Ian 'Twister' McIntosh attempted a Cobra maneuver and failed miserably, for Ghost had seen him do it to other pilots during the fight and recognized the signs of when he was about to do it. She allowed herself to get close enough to him so he would take the bait and perform the trick but giving herself enough space and time to mimic the maneuver. As predicted, Twister went up in a Cobra, and Ghost immediately did too, gliding overhead of Boomer, who had been following her. He jerked his plane downward, straight into the sights of Hollywood, who had been cruising just above the hard deck, out of sight and out of mind of Boomer and Twister. Meanwhile, Ghost and Twister both leveled back out, and the latter, disoriented that his trick didn't work, had a lag in reaction time and, before he could gather his wits, found his missile alert going off in his cockpit. Ghost had gotten him.

After the dogfight came a mock course through a 'radar-infested' jungle. The lower altitude you flew, the harder it became for the radar to see you, but it also became more challenging for the pilot to pass the course. Three pilots got 'killed' by entering the radars, and another four completed the course but failed to meet the time limit. Only five passed it with flying colors: Ghost with the fastest time, followed by Boomer, then Frenchie, then Hollywood, and finally Twister, who narrowly beat the clock by .01 seconds. 

Disembarking from her plane after landing from the course run, a red-faced Boomer stalked toward her. "What the fuck were you thinking pulling that kind of stunt during the dogfight?! You could've gotten all three of us killed doing that double Cobra!"

"I was fully aware of what you and Twister were doing," Ghost replied calmly. "I wouldn't have done it if I thought it put our lives at risk."

"Easy, Boomer," Hollywood said icily, coming to stand protectively next to Ghost. "It might've been dangerous, but it worked, and the only thing that got wounded is your pride. Walk it off and try again next time."

Boomer glowered at Ghost and Hollywood but said nothing else, recognizing he wouldn't get a rise out of them. This wouldn't be the last time he confronted her, though. Of that, she was sure. Once out of earshot, Hollywood said, "He's right, you know. That could've gotten all three of you killed."

"It could've if the timing had been off, but I knew what both of their reactions would be, and I trusted my instinct. It's gotten me this far, hasn't it?"

"You're a dangerous pilot, Ghost, but whether that's to your enemies or your allies, I'm not sure."

"Unless I somehow get an ally killed, it'll just be my enemies. Let's get out of here before Boomer comes back for round two and before Cyclone calls me out on the Cobra maneuver too." Ghost strode off with Hollywood back to the changing room. She slowly changed back into her civilian clothes, the excitement and adrenaline of the mission quickly fading, replaced by the misery of her argument with Rooster. Ghost had wanted to join the Daggers at the Hard Deck tonight, but he would undoubtedly be there, and outside of Hangman, they were his friends first, not hers. Even though she figured they wouldn't care if she and Rooster were having problems because God knows they didn't mind him when he was having issues with Maverick, Ghost still felt like she'd be an imposition on them, like she'd be out of place amongst them. 

Leaving the changing room with every intent to return to her apartment, Ghost started heading down the hallway but hardly five steps in, and Hollywood joined her side, asking, "Any plans for this evening?"

"No, not really," Ghost admitted with a nonchalant shrug.

"Don't tell me you're staying in on a Friday night."

"That's precisely what I'm telling you."

"Ghost, I'm in my late fifties, and I'm going out tonight. Even the other pilots have plans to hang out. Don't let old-timers have more of a life than you on a Friday night!"

"I'm not!" Ghost said indignantly. "It's just all my friends will be hanging out with the boy causing my problems, and I don't want to be around him right now."

"Okay, I'll give you that one, but I'm not letting you stay in on a Friday night because of a boy being a dick to you. Why don't you hang out with me for a bit? We can catch up because it's been a while since I've seen you and your mom."

"Who's being a dick to you, Ghost?" A familiar voice inquired from behind. The two pilots turned around to find Maverick walking over to them. Ghost lit up.

"Mav!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"That 'skilled and seasoned aviator' Cyclone mentioned in his briefing was me. I was watching the hops with him and Warlock," Maverick replied, stopping in front of them. "You're a hell of an instinctive pilot."

"She reminds me of you," Hollywood said with a broad grin. "Good to see you, Mav."

Maverick responded in kind and shook the other pilot's hand. "Good to see you too, Hollywood."

"I'm sorry I couldn't be here for Ice's funeral. My wife had surgery the day before and-"

"I know. How is she doing?"

"On the mend. None of us realized how rough rotator cuff surgery could be. How are Sarah and the kids?"

"They're doing okay. Bryn's had the hardest time of all, but she's been doing better with Ghost and Rooster around. Now back to my original question: Ghost, who's being a dick to you?"

She hesitated, not wanting to voice it. After all, he'd just gotten on good terms with Rooster. Ghost didn't want to drag him into her problems with him. Maverick deserved some peace in his life. "Don't worry about it. Honestly. So, what are you doing tonight?"

Recognizing the swift change in topic, Maverick let the line of conversation drop, but Ghost could see in his eyes he hadn't forgotten about it. "I was going to the Hard Deck to hang out with the Daggers and Penny later. Why?"

"Hollywood is giving me grief about wanting to stay in on a Friday night, so I was going to see if you wanted to join us for a drink or something."

"Sure. Why don't we meet at the Hard Deck?"

Ghost and Hollywood agreed, the former reluctantly and only because she reminded herself that Maverick had said he would be hanging out with the Daggers later, which most likely meant they weren't at the bar yet. She would stay until Rooster arrived.

The three pilots briefly parted ways to their respective rides. Maverick and Ghost rode side-by-side on their motorcycles to the Hard Deck, giving her a certain amount of joy to be alongside her idol. Maybe one day they could fly next to each other. If she won the tournament between the stealth pilots and got to choose her team, perhaps she could consider Maverick as a wingman. Of course, he'd gotten out finally, had a peaceful life. Did Ghost really want to disrupt that?

"Penny Benjamin! You're a sight for sore eyes," Hollywood said, striding up with a bright smile to the bar with Maverick and Ghost behind him, the latter scanning the room for signs of Rooster, even though she hadn't seen his unmistakable blue Bronco out front. Other than her comrades from the tournament in one corner and some civilians in another, none of the Daggers were there. Ghost allowed herself to relax and took a seat between Hollywood and Maverick. The two men started chatting, catching each other up on their lives and reminiscing about their time at Top Gun. Ghost said little, but she enjoyed listening to their conversation and learning more about both of them. Penny would chime in occasionally while keeping a steady stream of drinks flowing for the three of them.

"Hey, Mav, why didn't they invite you to train and compete with us for the mission?" Ghost asked. " I know you're on reserve, but-"

"I don't think Cyclone could handle having me train and lead a second time," he joked, taking a sip of his beer. "I caused a lot of headaches for him. Looks like you're filling in for me in that department, though. Proud of you."

Ghost groaned. "I don't know who's getting let go tomorrow, but I wouldn't put it past Cyclone to knock me out because of that Cobra maneuver."

"Oh, yeah, he wasn't happy about that, but you left before he could find you and reprimand you. Expect that tomorrow."

"Guess I'm going to have to try a new tactic to win. How are we going to do the dogfighting tomorrow? Will it still be in pairs or a free-for-all?"

"Pairs, and you'll be required to choose a different partner."

"Oh. Great. I wouldn't put it past any of them to accidentally shoot me down as my wingman."

Maverick raised his eyebrows. "What's their problem with you?"

"I'm young, and they think I'm dangerous. I've been sent on some missions that they wanted because it would've boosted their careers. It's all personal. It'll be fine, though. Their anger toward me blinds them, so I'll use that in my favor like I did today."

"Mav! Ghost!" Fanboy shouted, waving at them from the front door with Bob and Payback beside him. The pilots waved back, and Maverick promised he'd join them at the pool table in a bit. Ghost stayed silent, not wanting to make any such promises when she knew she wouldn't be able to keep them once Rooster came. Like a ghost, she would slip out of the Hard Deck unnoticed upon his arrival.

Fanboy had other plans, pleading, "Ghost, we need a fourth player. The others won't be here for a while. Come on!"

Ghost relented and, excusing herself from the conversation between Maverick and Hollywood, joined the three Daggers at the pool table. She partnered with Bob, who turned out to be a pool shark. They won by a landslide, much to Payback and Fanboy's dismay. They started a second round, and Payback stepped up to the plate for the defense, blocking Bob's would-be shots. As they played, the other Daggers began trickling in. First, Phoenix, Hangman, Coyote, then Harvard and Yale, and finally, Omaha, Fritz, and Halo. 

Hangman sidled up next to Ghost, his eyes still slightly bloodshot. Quietly, he asked, "What's on your mind?"

"Why do you assume I'm thinking about something?" she countered, lacing her fingers atop the pool stick.

"Because you're quiet, even for you."

"It's a work thing," she replied, which wasn't far from the truth. Ghost's mind was wrapped up in the mission, but it wasn't all of it. If she told Hangman what transpired between her and Rooster earlier, her ex would open up a can of Texas whoop-ass on Rooster, and as upset as she was with him, she wouldn't allow that to happen.

"Bradshaw!" Phoenix shouted, instantly causing Ghost's attention to shift to the front of the bar. Rooster swaggered in. Before anyone noticed, Ghost casually stepped back, rested her pool cue against the wall, and disappeared into the crowd.

Reaching the bar, she said, "Hey, Penny, I'm going to close out my tab."

"Already taken care of," the bartender replied. "It's on Hollywood."

Turning to the pilot, Ghost thanked him. He and Mav asked where she was going, and she told them, "Home. Between recovering from the hangover from last night, the boy trouble, and the missions today, I'm exhausted."

Maverick's eyes traveled briefly to Rooster, who had his back to them. Then, returning his gaze to Ghost, he inquired, "The boy troubles wouldn't have anything to do with Rooster, would they?"

Ghost shifted uneasily on her feet. She wouldn't lie to Maverick. Lies had done nothing for her recently, as well-intentioned as they were. "We got into an argument earlier, and I think it's best we stay separate for now. I'll see y'all tomorrow."

Eager to escape the bar, Ghost bid the aviators goodbye and rushed out the door into the crisp evening air. She felt lighter out here, some of her anxiety melting away. Still, Ghost didn't linger. If anyone mentioned her name and that she was here, she didn't want Rooster seeking her out for any reason, even to apologize. His words had stung, and Ghost needed space.

She had just straddled her motorcycle when Maverick appeared beside her, concern etched on his face. Before she could ask what he needed, he said gently, "Hey, I've been on the receiving end of Rooster's anger before, and I can promise you that whatever he said, he didn't mean it."

"I know," Ghost answered, offering him a small smile, "but he still said it. How'd you figure it out? That Rooster was my boy trouble?"

"I saw the expression on your face when he entered the bar."

"Guess my poker face isn't as good as I thought. I'm sorry, Mav. I didn't want to tell you because I know you two only recently got back on good terms with each other. I didn't want to drag you into our drama."

"Don't worry about me. Regardless of your relationship with Rooster, I'm still here for you, too. Don't let this argument stop you from hanging out with us and reaching out to me. Don't isolate yourself."

"You sound like you're speaking from experience."

"I am, and considering I see a lot of my younger self in you, I know the path you're heading down. It's a dangerous one."

"I appreciate the concern, but don't worry about me. I'm used to being by myself. Besides, I still have Hangman and Bryn, and I have you and Penny. I'm good." Ghost smiled reassuringly at him. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, and Ghost? If you need a partner for the dogfight tomorrow, just give me a call. I'll fly with you."

Ghost beamed at the offer. "Thank you, sir. Good night, Maverick."

She took off onto the busy road, and as she glanced in her side view mirror to check the traffic behind her, she caught a glimpse of Rooster bursting out onto the patio, halting when his attention landed on Ghost disappearing into the horizon. Her heart lurched at the sight of him, but she didn't dare turn back. Distance was the best course of action for them. Distance from a potential new argument, distance from the misery of the former argument, and distance from the pain of knowing she could never be with him.

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[lady-murderess]

I'm a believer...

(Rick Flag x June Moone)

Author's note: So, this is my first time writing something for Tumblr, or rather, something that isn't in an RP format, so I'm definitely not confident with this at all. After rewatching Suicide Squad, I got throw into such a moonflag mood, so I came up with... whatever this is. Enjoy?

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For Rick Flag and June Moone, the Midway City mission had been an exhausting twenty four hours… A crazy twenty four hours, full of worry and fright. The Colonel spent his time dealing with trying to control a group of murderers and misfits, petrified he'd lose the love of his life if he couldn't pull this off. And there was June, tucked away in the witch's subconscious, equally as petrified that Rick would die at the witch's hand because there was nothing she could do about it. But both of them knew that there was so much more at stake her other than their relationship… The more the two of them thought about it though, they realised that neither one of them wished to live without the other, a fear of vulnerability if one of them were to go, neither one wanting to leave their first proper partner.

But thankfully, Enchantress had been defeated, and now they were finally safe and had each other. That was all that mattered.

As the squad left the subway station with Waller, Rick would hold June closer than ever; scared that if he were to let go, June would slip through his fingers once again. There wasn’t a lot of talking amongst the group… Of course the majority of them were all rather proud of themselves for saving the world and wanted to boast about it to each other, throwing around playful insults and banter, just simply enjoying each others company in this newly formed, close-knit family each of them now had. But with Waller appearing out of nowhere the way she did ruined the vibe for each of them. Because at the end of the day, she still had control over each of those bombs in their necks, and she really wouldn’t hesitate to set at least one of them off even now the shit show was over. Amanda was a reminder that none of them were free - not even Rick and June.

“Boomerang, you mind if June borrows your coat?” Rick took a glance over at the Australian as he broke the silence among the group. There was no way he was going to just let June walk out with barely any clothes on, and the way he saw it, it wasn’t like Harkness needed the damn thing anyway, as soon as they’d all get on a chinook back to Belle Reve, he’d be back in prison scrubs, bitching about being locked up once again. “Jesus Christ… Don’t worry, we’ll have it cleaned for whatever mission you get signed up for next. Just give her the damn thing...” Flag would say, a little bit annoyed by how Boomer seemed to have frowned at the request, so he wouldn't quite give the guy a choice. At the end of the day, Flag was still a bit wary about Harkness, they did have... history. And with Boomer being… Boomer, Flag would still forever see him as a liability regardless of whether the selfish idiot had a bomb in his neck or not. He wouldn't and couldn’t trust him fully. But setting their issues aside for a moment , Flag was actually grateful that Captain Boomerang gave up his coat and handed it over, but it wasn’t really just that he was grateful for… He would never openly admit it, but he was mainly grateful for him making the choice to rejoin the squad after they left The Golden Tree bar and headed for the station. George took part in helping him to save June. Without him, the group wouldn't have been able to locate the Incubus's position inside, and Rick wouldn't have had access to Enchantress' heart.

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It would be a good couple of hours before the couple walked through the door of their hotel apartment hand in hand. And as soon as the door was shut behind them, June would hang up the alcohol and sweat smelling thick leather coat on the hooks on the wall opposite her and head right for the bathroom, once Rick’s boots were undone and kicked off, he would follow behind. There was a comfortable silence between the two of them, they didn't really need to speak.

Once the two of them were in the bathroom, they stripped each other down, desperately wanting to get the dirt off and the gross clothes they wore, wanting to just relax under the warmth of the water. As they got in and the shower was turned on, Rick took a glance at the side of her face as she began to budge the dirt out of her hair with her hands. To him, June was the pure definition of beauty, her features looked like they'd been carved so delicately by angels. He loved the softness of her voice, the way her fingers were always smooth as they'd glide down his back when she held him… Damn, he really thought the world of her…

Thinking back to something he'd said to Floyd before the squad came face to face with Enchantress, he decided he meant every word he said. He didn't see love as a real thing, he rated it with UFOs and all that impossible crap, he never had seen any proof of it, until he met her. His June... That's when his mind would change for good, that was the moment when he would become a believer. He couldn't help his next movements, he would come in from behind and wrap his arms around her waist, dipping his head so he could press light kisses on her left shoulder. Rick had no intentions behind it other than to love on her, he simply wanted to take a moment to truly appreciate her and soak in just how lucky he felt that she loved him in return.

They took their time, but finally, the two of them would dry up and leave to the bedroom to dress themselves. Rick going for nothing but some long, dark blue cotton pants, and June wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of her usual underwear. Now they were both comfortable, he'd sit June at the dressing unit by the window in their shared bedroom. He'd stand behind her, reaching over to grab both the hair dryer and hairbrush that was left on the surface. Rick may have come across as a complete asshole to everyone else, but when it came to June, he was softer, loving even. He left the soldier at the door and found himself wanting to love and look after her, so he'd taken to drying her hair and brushing it through every once in a while. With June's long, soft, dirty blonde hair, Rick would happily brush and play with it for hours on end if she'd let him. It just provided him such comfort… "You alright there, soldier?" June's voice would pull him from his thoughts, making him look through the mirror at her as he stood there. "Yeah... Yeah, I'm good, real fuckin' tired though."

"That I don't doubt. You've been a busy man…" June's voice would quieten as she'd watch his reflection, "Rick… I want to really thank you." she'd say just as he'd lean over to the left to plug in the hair dryer. Rick would stop a moment before turning and looking at her properly. His expression was blank, but only for a moment, he didn't know why but her saying such simple words took him aback. "You don't have to thank me…" He'd answer with a soft shrug, trying to act casual about it. "There ain't nothin' I wouldn't do for you. You know that."

"I'm serious, Rick." And with her saying that, he couldn't help the small smile that crept up on his face. "Yeah, I know. And so am I." Once he'd plug in the hair dryer, the exhaustion would creep up on him fast, forcing him to yawn. Covering his mouth with his hand to mask the yawn, he'd see her stand out of the corner of his eye and he soon felt her right arm around him, pulling him in the direction of the bed behind them. "Alright, soldier. I think it's bedtime, don't you?" He'd place down the hairdryer and willingly be pulled to the bed, far too tired to protest like he usually would.

Once June sat herself down and rested against the headboard, she'd pat her lap and hold her arms out to him, waiting. Rick would of course go to her, laying himself down on the mattress and resting his head on her lap. His now droopy hazel eyes looking up at her, soaking up as much of her face as he could see. It wasn't long before he felt himself drifting away on her, but he was determined to keep his eyes open. The Colonel couldn't settle... Yes, her lap was more than just comfortable and she was warm, but he didn't feel safe... Given that he'd taken all of his firearms with him to Midway, there was no longer a handgun on the nightstand at the side of his bed anymore, and that simply made him feel uneasy. He'd spent every night sleeping beside a gun for months on end just in case the witch decided to attack. But no matter how much Rick would try to extinguish that worry and tell himself he shouldn't have to worry anymore, that it was just him and June now and forever, there was still a fear in the back of his mind that Enchantress would return, thirsty for revenge with every intention to do the very same thing he did to her… crush his heart.

June knew what was going through his mind, she knew exactly why he was fighting sleep, so once she began to massage his scalp with her small fingertips, she'd whisper, "Baby… it's going to be okay. She isn't going to come back, I promise. She's gone for good. You saved me from her…" Looking down at him, she knew she couldn't blame him for feeling such a way, this wasn't the most comfortable thing for her either. So she would continue to quietly reassure him, doing all she could to get him to take a well deserved rest, as the poor soldier hadn't had a decent sleep in months… Now it was time to finally rest. And thankfully, it wasn't long until he gave in and let sleep take him in. June's voice was enough to convince him, it wasn't the words she spoke. It was just her voice, and just her voice alone.

Despite the worrying over the now impossible, Colonel Stick-Up-His-Ass had finally found refuge in someone, and now he knew that there was no way she'd be taken away from him, he couldn't have been happier… He was free to admit that he was a believer.

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[https-wildchaos]

Oooh because you have asked for asks I’ll word vomit an idea I had!

Meeting boomer in a bar and he’s just his cocky self and tries to challenge you at pool or darts and he just keeps losing, then cheering him up with buying him a drink lol

a/n;; OH MY GOD HI!! I LOVE UR ART TY FOR THE ASK OH EM GEE YES YES AMAZING!!

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ss;ktlj captain boomerang / george "digger" harkness X male reader

“ Losers Round ”

It was a normal day for you, nothing out of the usual night routine of going to the nearby bar round your house after a long day of working. You entered the bar, greeting the barmen. " the usual? " you nodded with a smile, looking around to see the other folks on the bar counter until you find a new face, a blonde man around your age looking like hr just came out of the costume shop. you felt your social battery recharge, wanting to know the old looking stranger.

— "hey." you tried greeting him, the man raised an eyebrow, turning towards you giving a small nod before taking a long swig of his beer bottle. "you new round here?" you asked him before he opened his mouth to reply: "yeah, name's digger, yours?" he asked you back. "its m/n... had a wild day today? you seem beaten." you'd say, the barmen handing your favorite drink to you. you'd take a long swig before he looks at you with a hint of annoyance as he let out a scoff.

— "ya sure mate? i can prove you otherwise" digger said as he stared at you with a pair of furrowed eyebrows, taking a sip of his drink. "how exactly are you gonna do that?" you asked curiously before he snickered. "ill beat you at every game on this bar" he replied proudly before you let out a laugh. "are you sure? im known as the best player on this bar." he nodded excitedly, ready for a challenge. You both got up ready to compete.

after losing the first round of pool he would scoff, looking at the pool balls angrily "you're just lucky mate!" which he was quickly proved wrong after the few awkwardly short rounds of pool. — "darts! let's do darts, I know for a fact my aim gotta be better than yours you mutt!" he said angrily before you laughed: "ha! alright dude, whatever you say." you guys played darts and well... he proved to be a sore loser after the 5 rounds he lost.

he muttered angrily before sitting back on the bar seat. — "it's some spell you put on me!" he said, looking back at you while you sat by him. "well I've played these for a long time digger, i know you're good at something else." you tried to reassure him, wanting to have him calm down a bit. "yeah alright." he replied, leaning into the corner, tapping his finger on the wood. "listen, what about i give you a beer and we just talk instead, eh?" you'd say to him before he sighed, nodding in defeat.

"barmen!" youd call out with a smile, wanting to know about your new friend

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Space Ghost Coast to Coast #72: “Sequel” | October 29, 1999 | S06E04

Space Ghost Week continues! Here comes the Ghost!

The final Dorkin/Dyer episode! You can tell, because Birdman is in it. There’s also heavy referencing of 60s and 70s Hanna Barbera trash. They’re sorta the Bill Oakley/Josh Weinstein of Space Ghost; seeking to improve on the show while still delivering it’s as-advertised promise of reveling in Gen-X kitsch. It’s also a straight-up sequel to the Lawsuit episode, playing with the notion of non-linear continuity. Moral Orel, eat your heart out. 

This episode memorably begins with Space Ghost in Spacecatraz prison (not to be confused with Spacecataz), fighting with the guard over what to put on television. Space Ghost wants to watch his own show so he can see who his replacement is (spoilers: it’s Birdman). The guard wants to watch the Dilly Sisters. Who doesn’t? Space Ghost can’t cotton to this, so he escapes to whoop Birdman’s ass. Hey, good luck with that. 

As far as Hanna Barbera references go: this one depicts Gravity Girl from the Galaxy Trio as Birdman’s ex. It also features a visit to the Herculoids planet when Space Ghost escapes prison and traverses back to the Ghost Planet. One of the Herculoids kids got a Meatwad voice! Hey! Did you know that Space Ghost actually did cross-over with Herculoids on the short-lived 1980s package series Space Stars? It’s true! It happened! He even met Atro from the Jetsons a couple times! 

The guests are Captain & Tennille, known for their hit “Love Will keep Us Together”, a popular needledrop in movies and shows made by Boomers. Zorak lets us all know that The Captain’s real name is Daryl Dragon, an actual fact that I am pretty sure I learned from this episode first. It’s an oft-repeated bit of trivia. At the end of the episode they perform their other hit “Muskrat Love”, which brings the house down and puts an end to the big brawl that erupted when Space Ghost shows up. After the credits James Kirkonnel awakens from a nightmare, calling back Curses! 

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