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notanactressyayy · 1 month

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—𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚, 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩—

pairing . Natasha Romanoff x fem! reader

summary . you both knew you would never be able to be together — so you had to take the shot, even if it would be the only and one time.

warnings . smut! I am not responsible for your content consumption! bottom! Natasha, soft sex, praise kink (?), cunninglingus, face riding, fingering, multiple orgasms, forbidden love, Red Room trope in general, non graphic violence, implied sexual harassment (Dreykov), cursing, angst.

notes . english is not my first language (🇧🇷) so I apologize for any spelling errors. feel free to leave any advice though!

disclaimer: they're both 18, before the graduation ceremony.

highschool sweethearts thing because I'm a simp for it. ^^

divider credits: @benkeibear

"Love is for children." they'd say, "love is a weakness." so how the hell did you manage? Natasha wondered, how did you kept the facade, even with all the things that happened between you, in secrecy from the rest of the widows — from Madam B, and from General Dreykov?

Because even her, one of their best widows, was starting to lose it.

Ever since the beggining, you were the most ruthless, emotionless, cruel widow they had. You couldn't remember your life before the Red Room, because it never existed. They took you from your parents when you were 2, and your training started by the age of 4.

You could swear you were born like that — cursed, without a heart. You never cared for anyone, for anything. Your only task was rob, torture, kill. Because the apple doensn't fall far away from the tree.

But somehow, that girl still managed to change you.

When Madam B put the redhead as your opponent, was when your whole perspective of life, of being, changed. God, you hated her. She had everything you ever wished to have — the longing for a family, the care for people, the gentleness. That showed whenever you went on a mission together — it wasn't a part of her characters, it was herself. When she spoke to you about Yelena and how she tried to protect her, when she took you to the dark warehouse to take care of your bruises.. especially when she insisted on covering your ears and mumbling a russian lullaby to muffle the sounds of the other girls screams in the night.

She taught you what love was. And that made you want to kill her. To kiss her. To tear her apart. To make her scream, and not from pain.

Dreykov always made it clear that romance, or even the slightest display of affection would result in severe punishment, or worse, execution. That was because he knew that the widows would never be able to find a partner outside his walls, so finding that need between each other was the only way out.

Yet, Natasha and you had an advantage point — you were the best of the best, the most talented widows. So first: he wouldn't suspect anything, and second: he couldn't kill his best agents. It would be his loss.

That's how she became your little secret. You were an hell of an expert, because you never let your feelings get in your job. Neither did Natasha, but it still shocked her.

It started with a simple peck on the lips by the age of 13, in the farris wheel of the amusement park you were undercover. Your cart was the one on the top, where you could see all the atractions from, and no one could see you. You tried to convince yourself it was just teenage curiosity, but it still led to that.

The hotel room of Belgium, Brussels.

You never knew the simple mission on breaking in a bank was gonna lead to that.

Natasha did everything in a rush, knowing that you could do it smoothly, but just to be able to spend a little more time with you. Like now.

You sighed deeply, leaning against the sink's counter and looking at your reflexion in the mirror. The cut on your forehead was stinging a little, but you decided not to pay attention. The redhead walked in the bathroom, just not expecting to see you only in a black lace bra and the black tights of the vest. You heard the click of the door, but showed little emotion. "Hey, Red."

"Oh, Y/n..." she whispered, her eyes searching for yours, wanting to know if you wanted her to leave. You gave her a shake of your head and a small smile. She walked through the door with a soft exhale. "I already settled the guns and all the weapons. I also wrote the reports, in case you're wondering."

"You spoil me too much," you smirked tiredly. "You do all of that just to have me a little more, don't you?"

Your joke made her look down a little. "Yes," she whispers.

"You do?" you raised an eyebrow, not expecting her to affirm. "Well.. we still have 5 hours before they retreat us, so.."

"Your forehead," Natasha cuts you off, frowning in concern, rushing to check on you. Her hands went to hold your shoulders as she studied the cut — she only realized your lips parted and your gaze at her when she felt the straps of the bra beneath her hands.

"It's fine," you whispered, clearing your throat. Natasha looked away for a brief second, before looking into your eyes again.

"It's not, let me patch you up—"

You shook your head, placing your hands on her waist and leaning in, shutting her up with a long, gentle kiss. You pulled away and met Natasha's dreamy gaze, her eyes a little disoriented.

"Y/n..." the redhead mumbled, her eyes fluttering close and her head dropping to your shoulder, as she sighed.

"God, the way you look out for me makes me so weak." you chuckled, your palm rubbing her back, fingernails grazing her skin. "You know you don't have to do that. I can take care of myself just fine."

"I don't care," she said, lifting her head again to get herself lost in your eyes once more.

The graduation ceremony was coming soon, and you couldn't care less about that — but with her, it was different. You both knew what the ceremony actually meant, and Natasha was scared. She didn't want her dignity off her. And not knowing how to deal with this, she just wanted to protect you, in a way to comfort herself, her heart.

"It's gonna be okay, Natalia," you smile, planting a little kiss on the tip of her nose. "It's not gonna be the first surgery they perform on us. Besides, I'm gonna be with you as soon as you're back on the dormitory, okay?"

"It's just," Natasha gulped, her arms wrapping around herself. She was thinking far, of the future. "Who's gonna want a woman who can't even do the basics? Who's gonna want a woman who can't give birth to a baby?"

"Me." you simply said, placing your hand on her cheek, Nat immediately leaning into the touch. "I will. Because when we're out, we're getting married." you giggled. "Wasn't that our promise 4 years ago, when we were 14?"

Natasha's eyes snapped back to you. It was clear she didn't want to think of that as a joke — she had to show you how much she felt for you. And she wanted- needed you to reciprocate her. So she completely forgot of all the damn rules. She grabbed the back of your neck, and unintentionally pushed you up against the wall, kissing you with urgency.

Your eyes widened in surprise, but fluttered close again as the shock vanished. Your hands went to hold her waist again, tightening as you felt her press herself against you.

"Nat..." you whispered against her lips, breaking the kiss. She looked at you, her lips grazing yours again, your noses brushing.

"It's our only chance," she whines. "We were pleasure toys for men since we were little, can't we have something real for once? Before everything falls apart?"

Your breathing hitches as she says that. You let your eyes close, guiding her backwards and outside the bathroom, towards the bed.

"It's forbidden, but who the fuck cares? Who knows if we're not getting killed someday, or if Dreykov send us to different bases and we never see each other again?"

"Natalia," you shake your head, shakily breathing. "Everything I've done, everything I did was for one reason — having you by my side."

Natasha whimpered, sitting you down on the bed and standing between your legs. "Y/n, I want to see you."

"Then do it." you replied with no hesitance. "you're the only one who I'd consent to, Natalia."

At this point, you swore you forgot everything else than how she slowly unattached the hostler from your hips, pulling the tights and panties down and breathing rapidly by the sight of you semi-naked in front of her. Before she could do anything else, you stood up, hand moving to zip down the tight suit they made you wear. Natasha whined, leaning herself into your hands.

"So impatient," you whispered, finishing with the zipper and removing the fabric of her body, taking your time to do so. She held your shoulders and let you slip it down her legs — along with her panties, which she wasn't expecting. Natasha gasped quietly as the air hit her core, making you smile softly and stand up again.

"Darling," you cooed, hands moving to her back as your face found shelter on her neck, gently nibbling and kissing there. "you're so pretty it hurts,"

"Y/n," the redhead almost moaned, tilting her head back to grant you more access. She felt the straps of her bra slide down her shoulders and bit her lip as her breasts were freed, the lack of the tight clothing giving both of you an immense relief. In a moment, your lace lingerie was gone too.

"You're so gorgeous..." you whispered in her ear, your fingers tracing all the scars on her body, which you were sure you already had memorized. "And you are mine."

"Yes," she nodded, wrapping her arms around your waist. The skin on skin contact from someone she actually trusted felt too good, too much. "Yes, yes I'm yours."

Natasha then gently sat you down again on the edge of the bed, taking your breath away as she kneeled down in front of you, her hands gently pushing your knees apart and holding them open like this.

"God," she whimpered, leaning her face to slowly press kisses on your inner thighs, your back arching a little with the contact.

You took a moment to look at her dreamily, your slender fingers going to tangle in her red hair and play with it softly. "Lyubovmoya, (my love,)"

Natasha swore she could cry now, from the intense emotions building up within her. She couldn't wait anymore. So she did just that — diving into you, her mouth finding your pussy, her tongue inside you, tasting you, savouring the sweetness reserved only for her.

"Fuck, malyshka, (baby,)" you moaned, the sensation of being filled by someone who wouldn't harm you almost sending you over the edge already. "Yes, just like that,"

Natasha whimpered softly, licking the juices that were already spilling out of you, her tongue moving in circular motions against your clit.

"Nat," your head tilted back, hips bucking against her face as your climax approached. "I'm coming, Nat, I—"

She moaned against your folds as you came, licking all of your arousal, her tongue fucking you through your orgasm. After a while, she pulled her head back and looked up at your face.

"You're so fucking beautiful between my legs like that." you murmured breathlessly, smiling in bliss. Natasha blushed, you could tell she really liked your praises. "Are you really ready for more?"

"This is such a bad idea," she lifted herself from between your legs and smiled weakly, straddling your thigh again and gently pushing your back against the bed. "But the best we'd ever have."

You giggled, crawling further back the bed and laying your head on the pillow, your hands pulling her on top of you. Natasha thought of everything but that.

"Y/n," she bit her lip, getting a little shy. "I don't wanna hurt you."

"Don't be a hypocrite." you smirked softly. It wasn't going to be the first time she had suffocated you with her thighs, one of her combat skills. "Let me taste you too."

Natasha carefully placed her hands on the headboard, lifting herself up and lowering her thighs around your head, so hesitant. You gently squeezed her flesh and pulled her flush against your face, making her gasp a little in surprise. In a second, she felt your tongue inside her. So that's how it felt.

"Oh my," she whimpered, closing her eyes tightly, as she slowly started to grind herself against you.

You moved your hands up her thighs, to her hip bone, running your fingers across the bullet scar she had there. There was no doubt that, of all the Red Room academy, Natasha was the one who most took the harshness from Dreykov — sometimes for punishment, for the so called reward for being a good widow, or even to protect you. So she deserved all the sweetness and care she could get, for once in her life.

"More.." she breathed, her eyes looking down at yours — not expecting you to be so skilled, looking closely at her as your mouth worked on her. Your eyes smiled at her, and she felt it.

"Such a good girl," you whisper, sending vibrations all over her body. You then inserted two fingers inside her, carefully laying her down on the bed and hovering your lips against hers. Not kissing her, yet. "As soon as we get out of here, I'll marry you. And I'll scream to the world that you're mine."

"Y/n," she cried, feeling a warm tear roll down her cheek — not knowing if it was the pleasure only, but also her emotions.

"I feel so lucky," you smiled, so softly, lips brushing against her cheek as you spoke. She giggled, her arms circling your neck. Natasha moaned as she felt your fingers brushing continuously against her g-spot, as if you knew her better than herself, and you did. "I would give the world to have you in my arms, and I have it, and I'll never let you go."

"Say that again." the redhead begged, bucking her hips against your hand.

"I'll never, ever let you go." you repeated, feeling her legs starting to shake. "Even if I have to die for that."

"If I die..." she whispered, and suddenly, a wave of arousal washed over her, and she threw her head back, her cum all over your fingers. You gently fucked her through her orgasm, and then licked your fingers.

Nat gripped your back, her fingers digging into your skin. You rolled over the bed and pulled her on top of you. She looked like a baby now, so innocent, so precious. She clinged to you, wanting more of your safety, of your love.

Yes, love. And it didn't matter if she was considered a child now.

"I-if I die," she continued, her voice so so small. Your fingers ran through her hair, through her red locks. "At least I had one good thing in my life. You. You're the only fucking good thing I ever had, Y/n. And I'll take you in my memories forever and ever."

"I love you, Natalia." you said with conviction. "I'll love you in my every reincarnation, in my every life."

That's when you heard a loud bang in the door. The tracker, the wire.

"Goodbye, princess." you held her tighter, as she buried her face on your neck.

"See you soon."

Everything went black. Two widows terminated. Two shots fired.

Dreykov would have to train two other girls to replace you, and it wouldn't be easy.

At least you were free now. And had to hope you'd be married with two kids and a picket fence for the next time.

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anthonsgi · 10 months

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★’･ﾟ:｡･:*:HSR Men random bf!headcanons:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★

【Note: Hello! I have decided to write short headcanons for a few men in this game [playable only, sorry Oleg simps (*_ _)人], excuse any fluency errors, English isn't my first language, and I am still learning as I go! Please enjoy, and don't hesitate to request anything; I'm open to suggestions!】

【Pairings: Dan Heng, Gepard, Jing Yuan x GN!READER】

【CW: none!】

☆〜DAN HENG〜☆

He enjoys your company even if you two aren't speaking; simply being aware of your presence near him when he's focused on something insignificant, like reading a book, relaxes him.

Definitely has a soft spot for you and lets go of his usual cold and reserved demeanor when you two are alone.

There have been a few instances of him unconsciously beaming at you as he got lost in thought, looking at your excited face while you rambled about something you're passionate about. He'd never admit to it, though, if you called him out on it.

Prefers to be the big spoon mainly because he loves the feeling of your back pressing against his chest when your breathing slows as you fall asleep.

However, he appreciates it if you ask to be the big spoon whenever he has a nightmare or one of his visions.

He has little relationship experience [renheng ＼(º □ º l|l)/], so as committed as he is to making you feel loved and appreciated, he searches the data bank in the archives for information on romantic gestures and comes across a book about the significance of pet names. After "educating" himself more, he may refer to you as "my love," "darling," or even "baby" if he's feeling particularly lovey-dovey.

Dan Heng isn't a jealous boyfriend; nevertheless, if something bothers him, he becomes touchy! Always holding your arm or wrapping his hand around your waist.

Haven only just awakened, he's such a sleepy cutie! He'd try to kiss you but miss and peck your chin instead.

☆〜GEPARD〜☆

He's an exceptionally blushy guy, and it's pretty simple to make him flustered. Just hold his hand, and he'll melt.

No matter how long you've been together, Gepard loves to kiss but will never do it without getting your consent first. His kisses are short and gentle, but they are also tender and reassuring, given that he frequently cups your face in his hands.

Even though this guy evidently struggles to keep his plants alive, he will make every effort to grow a lovely flower as a gift for you.

He attracts kids like a magnet; some of them aspire to be captains like him, and it's the cutest thing ever to see him grow nervous as they shower him with compliments and questions.

Sometimes he'd find you asleep on the couch, and he'd pick you up bridal style and carry you to bed carefully so as not to wake you.

Oftentimes, Gepard's responsibilities prevent him from spending time with you, but he always strives to make up for it.

Used a cheesy pickup line once and never tried it again after feeling the second-hand embarrassment.

He always looks for a way to impress you with his strength.

☆〜JING YUAN〜☆

His duty as General usually keeps him occupied with work stuff, so when you pay him a visit during the day, he'll light up almost instantly and he'll be in a good mood.

You have to constantly kick him (gently or with force depending on how much sleep he has robbed you of) so he can turn to the other side and stop snoring.

When writing about his day in his diary, he always mentions the instances where something reminded him of you. (Spoiler alert: the majority of his day description is him adoring your facial features).

Jing Yuan's kisses are typically quick, although if he's feeling exceptionally touch-deprived, he prefers deeper, longer kisses.

If you decide to move in with him, it will be incredibly domestic; you would prepare each other's favorite drinks and meals just the way you like them without needing to ask, and you will share each other's clothes and accessories on a daily basis.

Routine, even if secure, can be exhausting, and he finds himself trapped in one. Therefore, Jing Yuan appreciates it when you try new things with him and make him feel like he can breathe freely again. Without worrying about any boring responsibilities, just you and him spending time together. Those are his most treasured moments.

He's very protective of you. Secretly that is. It might seem that he's not that bothered by the times you may have spent a while longer on an errand or went exploring, but he's actually worried! Sometimes to the point of sending someone to go look for you, just to be sure you're all safe and sound.

Has asked you to massage his back on multiple ocassions after a particularly tiring day.

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ecoamerica · 22 days

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creepling · 2 months

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˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ dating digger harkness headcanons

this is a very specific reader because i love the idea of this grimy hobo having a cute, smart girly partner that is the candy floss to his raccoon energy OKAYYY. also tcm shenanigans will be back shortly, i just had to give some love to a dc rogue like the old times<33

tags: feminine reader (wears dress, skirt, heels, mild makeup and has breasts and v) but gn pronouns. sugar daddy digger if you squint. reader is a jailbird. cuddling. pet name: birdie. smut under the cut - minors dni. polaroid nudes. (m) masturbation. thoughts of: oral (m receiving) and cowgirl.

If you were to ask Digger the first thing he noticed about you, his caveman mind would be objectifying. But your ass did look very flattering in your skirt and the smile you shot his way was the cherry on top. He likes them sweet and innocent, you like them rugged and dangerous. It was a match made in hell heaven.

After a few dates spent in dingy pubs and lover’s lanes, he was enamoured by you. He’s never had someone look at him the way you do. Eyes full of light, glistening at the sight of him. You always welcomed him with open arms, practically throwing yourself at him. He liked how easy you were to pick up, and the way you wrapped your limbs around him. How your soft skin blushes red against his scruffy neck. No matter the setting, you sat so close to him that you were more or less on his lap. He wraps his arms around you, or has a hand on your thigh, letting nearby acquaintances know you belong together. Digger thinks to himself, “I got so fucking lucky.”

His love languages are primarily gift-giving and physical touch. More times than you can count, Digger has fallen asleep on top of you. Either on the couch, while watching a movie or he found a way to snake between your legs while sleeping, he has a habit of using you like a pillow. You developed a kinship in moments like this where you play with his hair, massaging your fingers into the nape of his neck or twirling the strands that curtain his temples. You muse at his sleep-full hums, watching this rogue unwind under your touch, satisfied like a dog receiving pets. The gift-giving is when his rogue side is on high voltage. He wants to give you the world, shower you with jewels, let you wear the best of gear. “You want diamonds? Yeah, I’ll get you diamonds,” He’ll muse, mixing his pleasures with yours. When he robs a bank, the majority of his stolen dollars has been spent on you since you met him. Did your car get towed? He bought you a new one, along with the insurance. Need a new dress for the weekend? He’s got you sorted, along with heels and a bag to match. “Can’t have my bird in peasant clothes!” He protests, “Not with that cracken’ bod.” Queue the wink.

He loves showing you off, chuffed that he proved his doubters wrong that he could settle down and have a gorgeous significant other. “What they see in you, I don’t know . . .” They say, whether that be Deadshot, King Shark, heck even Amanda is amazed by it. He keeps candid polaroids of you in his pocket on the job, looking at them when he misses you. He squeezes the unicorn plushie you gifted him when he is stressed, anything to feel your presence when you’re half the world away. A shit-eating grin on his face when people tease him about his love for you, using it to embarrass him. “Awh, it’s puppy love,” Harley cooes, and Digger nods, all chuffed with himself.

Digger gave you the nickname “Birdie” because well . . . You’re a jailbird. He is in prison for heinous crimes, after all! Oh, is he touched-starved when you’re standing there, pretty face to the phone, separated by glass and talking in your voice that melts him like butter. His eyes are eating you up, desperate to have his hands on you. He’ll do all the suicide missions going to shred off the jail time, to get closer to the day his lips are kissing yours. Blackmailing Amanda to get you the best of the best, pay off college debt, holidays abroad, and spoil you when he cannot. “Oh, Birdie, when I get out of here I’m not letting you out of my sight, you’re stuck with me.” He groans, drunk on love. All you do is smile, sliding a pack of Polaroids under the screen when the guards aren’t looking. “Have these to tide you over in the meantime,” you tease. Digger rushes back to his cell, flipping through the photos. First were of you in dresses that were his favourites, the type of ones that are flowy and floral, framing you so delicately. They get more desirable as he flips them over, and his eyes lull in lust.

Digger loves the dirty photos you send him, it drives him fucking insane. It’s good to keep you fresh in his mind, but it borders on teasing just having you to look at. He didn’t have the brightest imagination, but this was good practice. Imagine how soft your thighs are under his callous hands, what your lips taste like with the lipgloss you have on. Your delicate hands trace his bulge, your touch replacing his heavy-handed grasp. Bucking into your hands as he sucks your breasts, teasing your nipples, muttering how perfect you are. His sweet little birdie, all belonging to him. Your eagerness proves your devotion. You take his infamous size so well, your spit coating his cock as your tongue swirls around his pulsing tip. As he wanks himself off, muffling his groans, he has the faintest memory of your cunt. How wet you always were for him, how eager you bounced on his cock. His eyes closed as he pumped his cock faster, edging to the echoes of past moans you chanted in his ear.

#digger harkness x reader #captain boomerang x reader #ssktjl #ktjl #kill the justice league #arkhamverse #fanfic #smut

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love-fictional-ppl · 3 months

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Heath Ledger’s joker as a bf

Pairings: joker x fem!reader

Warnings: language, joker (he needs his own warning) marijuana, blood, criminal activities🥸 smut, etc.

A/N: requested by my home girl😭🤞 (h/c) is hair color

SFW:

On the occasion he gives you a gift, just remember he didn’t pay for it

Both of you dying your hair together and then getting into a hair dye fight where in the end both of you are covered in green and (h/c)

Will force you to rob a bank with him atleast once

If, IF he showers he will make you join him

He smokes/takes Eddies so going to McDonald’s in the middle of the night is a routine at this point

Nighttime, dancing in the rain in Gotham together

Batman impersonations are your inside joke

Sharing your intrusive thoughts with each other and laughing about it like it’s the most normal thing ever

He will not go to the hospital unless he’s shot really badly so most the time he will have you help clean him up after getting into with Bruce.

If you ask him to do his hair or make up (not clown make up) he might say yes but only after a certain exchange iykyk

Will not tell you his real name until like 8 months into your relationship and he does it in the most random and casual way ever. It makes me giggle so lemme play it out for you😭

You’re sat at the table in the kitchen eating cereal while reading the newspaper, Joker sleeping still or so you thought.

“Jack.”

You jump out of the chair landing on the grown, on your ass. Looking up you see the joker standing in the doorway. You annoyed now half-shout, “Who tf is jack?!”

“Me,” he responds simply, “my name is jack.”

“Oh. Well next time don’t scare me!”

Randomly asks shit like “would you rather your brain in a cockroach’s body or a cockroach’s brain in your body?”

Does not filter himself in public so strangers do get details about your sex life

AND SPEAKING OF WHICH

TIME FOR THE NSFW PART

NSFW:

He definitely is a fan of doggy style, when you do doggy he like to put you in a chokehold

Likes to tie you up

He’s dominant that’s a fact, if you want to top him you gotta plead a little bit

Will ask to try new things a lot

Loves getting head more than giving it I feel like

Likes to cum in you or on your stomach

Overstimulation king 👑

Has a mushroom tip🫥

Tbh gives no fucks about ppl being around like he has fingered you in front of a train full of people

He hates condoms but doesn’t want kids so you better be on the pill or ready for the consequences

Degrades you and call you shit like:

“Slut”

“Whore”

“Cock sleeve”

“Cum dump”

But he also will mix nicer pet names in like:

“Pretty girl”

“Hot stuff”

“Sugar”

“Baby”

“Good lookin’”

He sucks with aftercare ngl

Most he’ll do is bring you water and cuddle a bit

Tbh that’s all I can think of😭😭😭

#heath ledger #heath ledger joker #dark knight #dc joker #joker x reader #heath ledger joker x reader #joker smut

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lunatic-pudge · 3 months

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TF2 Mercs Green Flags (except it's very biased)

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I love my boys. Yes, this is biased and questionable. But this is meant to be cute and fun.

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Scout:

-Silly little goober, great person to be around when you need cheering up

-Golden retreiver boyfriend

-Can easily make you laugh without even trying

-Artsy fartsy

Pyro

-Cutie patootie who makes the cutest drawings of you two together

-Owns an Easy Bake Oven

-Master at baking, never-ending supply of sweets for you to indulge in

-Your biggest supporter. Would literally cheer for you if you rob a bank

Soldier

-Also your biggest supporter, will demand that other adore you as well

-Will let you own any pet you want no matter what the animal is

-Speeches of why you're the best thing to ever exist and how America is blessed to have such a beauty like you live there

-Will give you anything and everything you could ever want, like human ears. Definitely a good person to be if you like collecting weird stuff

Demo

-Precious baby boy is a major cuddle bug

-Def knows how to knit/crochet, will make you whatever you want

-Baby man likes learning about folklore/mythology

-He's essentially a big walking teddy bear. Perfect for cuddles, especially on a cold or rainy day

Heavy

-GIANT WALKING TEDDY BEAR

-Protective baby boy, big scary dog privleges

-Bookworm, can recommend a good book if you don't know what to read

-Perfect person to lay around and cuddle with, he can smother me any day. Dates at home are TOP TIER

Engie

-THE BEST PERSON TO GO TO WHEN YOU'RE HAVING AN OFF DAY HANDS DOWN

-Smart boy, can make you stuff that helps with day to day activities which is helpful if you can't do certain things to having a disability or something

-Dad bod, dad bod, dad bod, dad bod, dad bod, can't get enough of it

-Voice of an angel, will sing for you if you'd like. Can def sing you to sleep

Medic

-NERD, he's an adorable nerd! Let him ramble about his hyperfixations!

-Def a good pet owner, would kill someone if they don't take proper care of their pets

-Would make sure you take care of yourself, he's kinda like a dad that cares

-He's such a maniac. I can see him just secretly being up to no good all the time. And he's also very girlypop

-Putting an extra for him cause I can: Medic boobs. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

Sniper

-Sweet, precious baby boy who can do no wrong. He strikes me as someone who listens to EVERYTHING when it comes to music. He ain't genrephobic

-Also a collector of weird things. Likes making bone jewlery. Bone boy

-I just love the concept of him being feral? This is probably the weirdest thing on the list. Like there's the golden retreiver boyfriend (Scout), and then there's the feral boyfriend (Sniper). Literally acts like a cat, hiding away from people, hissing when people that aren't you tries to touch him, will demand attention/affection from you, ect. I need to make a more detailed idea of a feral boyfriend so work with me plz

-He would absolutely let you wear his clothes, thinking about how adorable you look. He'd do the same with your clothes if they're big enough for his lanky body. You two swap jackets in the winter time so you guys always have a piece of each other when you two are busy and aren't able to see each other

Spy

-I know a running joke is that Spy is a smelly French asshole, but I really do think that he wears some of the nicest smelling cologne out there. Expensive af colonge, but damn, it's addicting

-Smarty pants. Not just anyone can be a spy, it takes quite a bit of intellect for it. And not to mentions he knows multiple languages? Love it, even if I hate the French language with a burning passion

-Him having a good taste in fashion? He's gotta know what he's doing by wearing suits all the time. Not only does he look fresh af, but people always look so good in a suit, especially when it fits them. But please also picture him dressed in a more romantic goth aesthetic plz, okay I'll stop now

-Is good at paying attention to even the littlest of details about his partners. Even if you're trying to be cryptic or subtle about things, he'll always find out. He's def a protective type too

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s0xmsstuff · 5 months

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miguel meets his stans

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover.

Couple – Miguel O'Hara x Gn!reader.

Warning: English is not my first language, if you see any grammatical errors, don't be afraid to correct them openly.

It was no secret that you were a Spiderman fan. The truth is, it never bothered you that people knew, much less that someone told you how childish it was to leave your apartment one night with a camera, your phone, and a small ham sandwich on your bag.

You walked through the empty streets of Brooklyn, you cling to your jacket that keeps you warm against the cold of the night. With luck you would see some criminal rob a bank which would lead you directly to meeting your hero. At least that was what you preferred the moment you felt your bag being ripped from your arm in a single movement.

Scared, you ran after the thief who had your bag in hand. You frowned as you tried to grab the bag with one outstretched hand but when you managed to grab it, You watched the thief take a gun out of their pocket and the world slowed down.

Your breath hitched, your shoulders tensed, and your arms moved over your face in a futile attempt to avoid the future shot that would land on your skin.

Maybe in the past you would say that being rescued by someone from death was something super cliché and that it would cause you to pause the movie on TV because it wouldn't show something new. But in this moment. This precise moment where the incredible Spiderman held your waist, pressed you against his chest and pushed you away from him, quickly preventing that bullet from hitting you. Made you love those silly love movie scenes.

In less than the blink of an eye you were back on the floor with your bag in your hands and the thief on the wall, wrapped in vibrant red cobwebs that immediately made you recognize who was your savior.

You watched Spider-Man with a great deal of wonder, love, excitement, and exaltation. He was in front of you, you had to take the opportunity to talk to him even a little.

"Spiderman..!" You said breathlessly as you felt your knees wobble. You tightened your grip on your bag, feeling nauseous from the strong emotion in your body that made you sigh. "I... I'm a big fan of yours!" You felt your face blush deeply from the nervousness and embarrassment of the moment.

The masked man looked at you for a few moments before nodding slowly and looking back at your swaying figure. Did you raise your trembling hand towards him to perhaps ask him for a hug? An autograph? A kiss? All your desires for months were drained from your mind when you had the man in front of you.

Miguel, behind his mask, watched her small hand try to get closer to him. The man looked at you out of the corner of his eye before taking your trembling hand, smiling a little as he saw you tremble with that silly smile of yours. Miguel tilted his head slightly.

"Thanks for... For all the truth! I wanted to see you.." You mumbled as you felt Spiderman's hand almost wrap around your hand.

Miguel smiled behind his mask without you being able to identify him. He nodded again and ran his thumb over the back of your hand before slowly releasing your hand. "It doesn't matter."

You almost fainted when you heard his voice. You savored the moment with a smile and kept it in memory with a blink. When the man had to leave, he looked at you again and nodded again with a smile. You smiled after him, feeling satisfied to fulfill one of your greatest wishes.

Maybe in the future you can fulfill another one.

– You can tell I enjoyed doing this. I feel like Miguel would be soft with his fans and even more so noticing how nervous they are to meet him. Thanks to Anon for requesting this! I could only imagine Taylor's Lover to do this..

– Sox

#across the spider verse x reader #spiderman atsv #x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #spider man 2099 #spiderman atsv x reader #spiderverse x reader #fluffy #lover taylor swift

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eyesfullofmoon · 5 months

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Letter sent from Leonard Cohen to Marianne Ihlen. Dated March 10, 1962. London, England.

"I miss everything that I love. I long for you and blind love, brown bodies that speak to one another in a language we don't want to understand, I long for readers to devour my soul at a feast, I long for health in the sun, woods I know, tables of meat and fruit and bread, children shattering the monarchy of the home, I long for cities of preserved elegance and the chaotic quarters of modern cities where the village persists, for loyal restaurants, for parks and battles. I have so much affection for the world and you shall be my interpreter. I want to get back to Canada and rob a bank. All my love, Leonard."

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azar-rosethorn · 10 months

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Security Breach Incorrect Quotes Part 3

Once again there will be stuff in here that's exclusive to my AU, which I still have nothing figured out about yet, so when those things do come around, just pretend like u know what's going on

Sun: I love the term 'partners'. Are we dating? Are we robbing a bank? Are we the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies and are members of an elite squad known as the special victims unit? Who knows.

*Glamrock Freddy is casually searching around the room*

Monty: Hey Freddy, what’re you looking for?

Freddy: My will to live.

*Gregory walks into the room*

Freddy: Oh, there it is.

Roxy: Whatever happened to the concept of less is more?

Glamrock Chica: But if less is more, then just think of how much more 'more' will be!

Glamrock Bonnie: *trying to fight off Vanny's control over him*

Monty: You can do it, Bonnie!

Monty: But if you can't, at least your death will be quick, painless, and really cool to watch!!

(Monty this is why everyone thinks you killed Bonnie you idiot)

Vanessa: If I was married to you I would put poison in your coffee.

Monty: If I was married to you I’d drink it.

Glamrock Chica: It's called cauliflower, not ghost broccoli.

Gregory, eyes wide: I know what I saw.

Sun: Just so everyone knows, don't ever try to climb a tree at night carrying a strobe light, owls DON'T like it.

Roxy: ...what happened?

Sun: I made a VERY bad mistake.

Sun: honk.

Glamrock Chica: WHAT.

Sun: HONK.

Chica: WHAT DOES HONK MEAN THIS TIME YOU WHIMSICAL PIECE OF SHIT?????

Vanessa: Wow, great work on the Halloween decorations. Where did you get the fake skeletons?

Roxy: Fake?

Vanessa: Dammit, Roxy, you ruined everything!

Roxy: You’re welcome.

Glamrock Chica: Can you recommend a book that'll make me cry?

Gregory: General Mathematics 8th Grade Edition.

Glamrock Freddy: Bonnie! I thought you were dead!

Glamrock Bonnie: No, just in deep cover.

Freddy: ...But it was an open casket.

Bonnie: It was very deep.

Roxy, with a headache: Advil me up, daddy.

Glamrock Freddy: I will short circut the language centre of your systems if you say anything like that ever again.

Glamrock Freddy: I love hearing Vanessa shouting at someone else. It makes such a nice change.

Glamrock Bonnie: Don't joke about murder. I was murdered once and it offends me.

Glamrock Freddy: I asked Bonnie out.

Roxy: Oh, I’m sorry.

Freddy: Why?

Roxy: Well, I assume he said no.

Freddy: No, he said yes.

Roxy: Really? Then I’m sorry for him.

Chica: It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close.

Roxy, blushing: Okay.

Gregory: It's fucking summer.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf incorrect quotes #fnaf gregory #fnaf security breach #glamrock freddy #glamrock chica #glamrock bonnie #montgomery gator #roxanne wolf #chica x roxanne #fnaf #fnaf vanessa #5 robots 2 humans sb au

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jell0buss-37 · 10 months

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Could I ask for a peter b parker x black!fem!reader where maybe Y/N is the prowler in Peter's dimension and he's friends with her and then he finds out she's the prowler (and perhaps she also finds out he's spiderman 👁👁) and he tries to talk to her

If you don't like the prowler idea Y/N can just be any Villian :))

(This is kinda angsty I'm sorry 😭)

I love this idea! I think it'd be interesting if they were more rivals to begin with and had started to slowly grown closer. And as their super-sonas, they'd always have more playful banter. I also thought it'd be interesting if the reader and him started working together on certain cases and such! I'm writing this while waiting for my tires to get looked at, and this gave me a lot of ideas. I hope you like them!

He is so goofy I love him <3

You two had known eachother since high school

Neither of you were exactly over achievers whenever it came to academics, but boy were you guys competitive

Nothing really interesting either of you unless one of you were suddenly better than the other at it

Mathematics? You only took AP to spite him

English Language Arts? He yoinked that from you by winning multiple prizes for his short stories.

You were in Theatre, Art, and Auto shop, while he took over Orchestra, Band, and Culinary

Once the two of you graduated, you thought all of this feuding would finally be over

You and your sister lived together and took care of her son, your sister being a cop. She met her husband in the academy, and went on to join the army

You had your nephew, Miles, who was only 2 at this time

You'd spend many nights taking care of him

He was your favorite little dude

Eventually, times started getting tough, Your brother in law going MIA

He was presumed dead

You had worked at your dad's mechanic shop when you got the news

You were quickly by your sisters side

You had moved in by the end of the month

About a year later, you still worked as a mechanic, however due to how tight money was getting, and Miles getting older, you had to take on another job

You met this guy, a doctor at the University

He took you under his wing, and taught you all about robotics

Soon you became the prowler

You'd get these shady deals to do some crimes, smuggling certain weapons, handling affairs with shady politicians

You weren't proud of it, but it kept the cash flow steady.

You soon we're able to move your older sister and your nephew into a nicer neighborhood in Queens, nothing much but a good apartment with a good daycare down the road for Miles

You didn't, however, count on your new neighbors

"(Y/n)??"

You froze in the door to your new apartment

"Peter..."

It was awkward at first, and so you both held this silent agreement that you just wouldn't talk to eachother

Until your sister invited him to dinner

It was... Awkward

At first

Soon you guys were talking about old times, realizing how stupid it was to be feuding in the first place

And soon it's as if you never even hated eachother

He thought it was cool that you were a mechanic now, admitting he actually knows more about cars because of you in high school

He was very sympathetic to your sister and the loss of her husband, even offering to watch Miles every now and then if you guys needed

He was quick to become a family friend, coming over almost every Sunday now

How you two had met as the prowler and spiderman was a different story, however

You had been stealing out a large corporate bank, your Intel being to take a certain actors bank deposit

However, things were quick to go tits up

It appears that some other guys had the idea to rob that bank as well

Just a bunch of guys wearing Halloween masks

Amateurs.

You were quick to crash into the scene, finding them threatening bystanders and taking hostages

Amateurs.

Suddenly, a certain hero had also crashed into the scene, to find you beating up and knocking out a couple of the crooks, sending away the hostages

He was surprised, unsure if you were friend or foe

Either or, he helped you handle the guys

The two of you worked pretty good together, making a pretty decent team

It seemed you were a friend!

Until you went and just grabbed the bank statements, knocking Spiderman out of the building with an explosive you had planted

Okay, you were a foe.

You were gone before he could even collect himself

These little interactions would continue, him always joking and making smartass comments and remarks, you only staying silent

Although he was pretty amusing

Meanwhile, in your civilian lives, things seemed to be going pretty great

In fact, it appears that something more seemed to be going on between the two of you

It starts turning into more one night, when you come home early from a day at your auto shop, finding Peter watching a movie with Miles and eating some snacks

"Hey! Look Miles, your Auntie is back from being a grease monkey!" "Hey, look Miles, Uncle Peter is always a monkey!"

Miles loves you both so much, and was really excited to be tucked in and read a bedtime story to by you guys

You sang his favorite little song to him, the ABCs (don't ask, it's what my mom sang to me as a kid), and finishing it off with My Little Sunshine

Peter watches from the doorway, staring almost dreamily at you while you comfort the little guy

You close the door lightly, standing outside his door with Peter, the two of you joking with eachother for a bit

Eventually, it's about time he heads out, and you walk him out to see him off

He seems to be contemplating something in his head, and he suddenly turns around to ask you something

But you're right in front of him already, your noses bumping a bit, causing your breath to hitch a bit

"Hah, u-uh, I was just thinking, there's that new movie coming out soon, and-"

Your lips are suddenly on his, a light peck to his own

You pull back with a smile, laughing at his dazed expression

"... So is that a yes? Or-" "Yes, Peter."

You two start dating soon after, finding that the times spent together are so much funner whenever you guys aren't fighting

You were worried at first, due to you having to disappear every now and then because of your Prowler duties, and you were worried he would start questioning you

However, Pete was also worried about the same thing

You two didn't even notice that you guys would disappear every now and then to lead your double lives

It wasn't until about 6 months into you guys dating, when you both had come home around the same time covered in bruises and scratches from your previous excursion together

Peter was so worried, asking a thousand questions a minute

Meanwhile he had a black eye himself, and you two were freaking out at the same time

You both had came up with your own excuses

However, you guys started becoming distant since that event, both of you scared at what would happen if your lives got mixed up in eachothers

The break-up was inevitable at that point

You guys avoided eachother for a month, both as your alter egos and as yourselves

You guys were both obviously hurt from this

You had even started to question your work as the Prowler. You decided to put an end to being the Prowler. You were gonna get your Peter back

You were on the way to see the Doc, to give him his things back, a text sent to Peter telling him to meet up

When suddenly there was a collapse on the bridge, and you see spiderman fighting the very same doctor that you were on your way to see

Except now he had... 8 robot arms???

You were quick to suit up, helping out the vigilante that had become your friend

You help anyone that needs it, and even jump in to help Spidy

You both eventually defeat Doc Ock, and your by his side when he's stopping the bridge from completely collapsing

He gets hit with some falling debris, and he's knocked out, along with his mask

You're quick to go and catch him before he falls into the water below you

You get him to a safe place, only to find-

"PETER!??"

You were quick to rip off your own mask, trying to shake him awake

When he comes to, he sees your tearstained face looking down at him

"Hey pretty Lady... I was actually just on my way to see ya!"

He panics when he realized he was in his spidersuit, but you were quick to calm him down

He was... Shocked to find out that his "favorite colleague" was his girlfriend the entire time

"This is great! Now we can be the ultimate smoke show power couple!!"

Yeah, things were going to be great

#fanfiction #peter b parker #peter b parker x reader #peter benjamin parker #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman #spiderman into the spiderverse #headcannons

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foxcantswim · 9 months

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Barbie x Harley Quinn // Lucky I Love Ya

First Barbie x Harley fic out there??? I am now BEGGING for more. I am also begging for requests for these two. I'm on my knees at this point.

Harley breaks Barbie out of jail. Afterall, she would do anything for her girlfriend.

TW: Mention of catcalling, blood, language

Barbie had been arrested… again… She had been catcalled one too many times and she had simply lost her patience, a punch and a kick there had landed her in yet another cell.

Harley grabbed hold of Barbie's wrist and pulled her closer, "Watch your back!" she shouted before pointing a gun at a cop who had appeared behind Barbie.

Taking a deep breath, Barbie closed her eyes and awaited the gunshot. She flinched. Harley had always been on the extreme side. She had even offered Barbie a gun a few days ago, which she obviously declined.

An arm wrapped around Barbie's waist, "You sure are lucky I like you enough to bust you outta here, puddin'."

A shy smile appeared on Barbie's face, "You know I appreciate it. But you don't have to keep…" she dared to take a look behind her towards the body on the floor, "Keep doing things like this," her voice became quiet.

The concept of death was always something Barbie had a problem with. And Harley didn't exactly help with that.

"Anything for my doll," Harley licked her lips, leaning in close, "One day you'll use a gun and you'll see just how exciting this shit can be." Barbie took a step back, narrowly avoiding Harley's kiss. Harley stuck out her tongue, Barbie couldn't help but smile.

Barbie was grateful for Harley. She had run into her when she was robbing a bank… Of course she was. A stray bullet had flew past her head, missing her by mere inches. Harley was about to make sure the next bullet hit its mark, but then she realised something. It was almost as if she was looking into a mirror…

Harley was determined to look after this mysterious woman from that day on.

It had been a few months since the two first met now.

"You want to take me to where?"

"BarbieLand!" Barbie exclaimed with a huge grin on her face.

BarbieLand was something she had brought up a few times, Harley was still confused at the possibility of a whole other world which was run by women and… very pink?

"This again?" she groaned, "You really think someone like me would be able to function somewhere like that? You know I love ya, doll, but I ain't goin' anywhere near that place," Harley said as she sat down on the sofa, leaning back.

"Erm… Gloria probably wouldn't like it if you got…" Barbie nodded towards Harley's blood covered clothes, "That on her furniture."

Speaking of Gloria. She almost fainted from a panic attack upon seeing TWO Barbies. It had taken a few weeks for her to get used to it.

"Isn't this kind of weird…?" she had asked.

"I'm literally friends with a walking shark and a woman who can control plants. Nothin' is weird to me."

Harley giggled up at Barbie, "Me n Gloria are like this," she crossed her fingers, "She won't mind."

"I won't mind what?"

"Speak of the devil," Harley smirked before kicking her feet up on the coffee table.

"Hi, sorry I'm late I had a-" Gloria froze in her tracks, "Get up! Now!" she shouted, instantly moving to grab Harley's hand to pull her up, "What the hell happened?"

"Nothin'!" Harley smiled as innocently as she could.

Gloria released her hand, "Really?" she tried to control her breathing at the sight of blood staining her couch.

"Some assholes were gettin' all up in my doll's business. I only did what was right and broke her out of jail."

"Jail?! Again?!" Gloria's eyes darted towards Barbie who was shifting back and forth on her feet.

"She was stickin' up for herself," Harley argued, "Men can be assholes."

Gloria sighed deeply, "That doesn't mean you can go around killing people! For one thing, you are dragging evidence here!" Despite not wanting to be anywhere near the blood, she ran to the kitchen to grab some rubber gloves in preparation of a thorough cleanup. This hadn't been the first time Harley had shown up covered in blood. Of course Gloria had called the cops the first handful of times, but each and every time Harley would somehow escape and show up once again.

"She was only trying to help," Barbie muttered as Gloria made her way back towards the couch with multiple different cleaning products in hand.

Harley laughed and walked up behind Barbie, wrapping her aways around her waist, "Ya see… Even puddin' knows I'm only doing what's right."

Gloria had found it incredibly narcissistic when Harley had announced that she was in a relationship with Barbie a few weeks ago. But then again, that was totally a Harley thing to do.

"I never said it was right," Barbie gasped.

"You wound me, babe!" Harley pouted as she rested her chin on Barbie's shoulder.

"You need to leave. Both of you. I need to disinfect the whole house." Gloria loved Barbie, regardless of her choices. And if Harley made her happy, then who was she to judge? If Gloria was being honest, she was glad that Harley was there to look after Barbie in the outside world. She was still learning about how to be human, afterall. She just hoped that Barbie was learning how to be a good person.

Harley planted a kiss on Barbie's cheek before moving away, "But where would we go? You can't kick us out like this," Harley wiped her eyes, trying her hardest to produce tears.

Barbie's frown soon turned into a huge smile, "We can go to BarbieLand!"

Before Harley could protest, Gloria interrupted, "Yes. That is a great idea. The police won't look for you there."

Harley was quickly on knees in front of Gloria, "Don't let her take me there!" she clasped her hands together and begged, "What if I don't make it back alive?!"

"You are always so dramatic," Gloria shook her head before looking over at Barbie, "Go on. Take all the time you need."

Barbie giggled with joy before pulling Harley up from the ground, "We're going to have so much fun, Harley!" she placed a kiss on her cheek, which melted the latter's heart.

It was becoming increasingly hard for Harley to deny whatever Barbie wanted. It was rare for Barbie to show affection, so a simple kiss on the cheek was usually her undoing.

"Okay! You've convinced me, doll!" Harley linked their arms together before dragging her towards the door, "Good luck with the blood!" she laughed towards Gloria.

"Ha ha……" Gloria rolled her eyes. Just before thy were about to leave the house, Gloria gasped, "Harley! Clean yourself up before you leave!"

"Booooo! You're no fun," she replied. Barbie had to forcefully drag Harley up the stairs towards the bathroom.

Harley clicked the lock as soon as they were in. It was barely even five seconds before Barbie found herself pushed against the sink.

"Nope!" Barbie put a hand up as Harley leaned in, "I refuse to kiss you when you are covered in… that."

"Dollfaaaace, you're killin' me!" Harley rolled her eyes, but she did indeed move Barbie out of the way in order to reach the sink. She had never scrubbed her face faster, water and soap splashed over the sides haphazardly.

"There we go!" Harley cheered before turning towards Barbie once more, instantly claiming her lips with her own. Barbie automatically smiled into the kiss.

"Much better," Barbie said when she pulled away.

"Love ya, babe," Harley moved a stray hair out of Barbie's face before going back in for seconds. The kiss soon deepened, it was always hard for Harley not to escalate things.

A loud bang could soon be heard coming from the front door.

"Ma'am, we're looking for Harley Quinn… Again."

"Fuckin' cops," Harley groaned as she buried her face into a panting Barbie's neck.

"L-Language," Barbie shivered under her grasp.

"I think it's about time we jump this place, puddin'," she pressed a soft kiss to the underside of her jaw before reluctantly pulling away.

The pair made their way to the room next door, Barbie always made sure to keep a spare change of clothes in a bag for Harley.

"Do I really need to change?" she groaned.

"Yes! You can't go out looking like that!" Blood still clearly stained her clothes.

"Lucky I love ya," Harley rolled her eyes before grabbing the bag.

Barbie clapped her hands together in excitement as she watched Harley change, "We're finally going to BarbieLand!" she shouted.

"Shh!" Harley hushed her.

Once Harley was finally changed, she ran towards the window and flung it open. She reached out to hold Barbie's hand before the pair jumped.

Harley was not looking forward to the trip to BarbieLand. She had no idea what was in store for her… But if it made Barbie happy, then so be it. The smile on her girlfriend's face as they skated alongside the beach was worth it.

#barbie #harley quinn #margot robbie #barbie x harley #suicide squad #dc universe #harley #barbie fanfic #harley quinn fanfic #margot robbie fanfic

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literaila · 2 years

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Hi!! I love your writing sm!!

If you don’t mind, could you pls write Matt dating Frank’s little sibling? Anything goes, it’d just be a fun dynamic I think :)

kid, jackass, love

matt murdock x reader

warnings: implied age gap, threatening, siblings, fluff

a/n: and welcome to this new series of blurbs. also, i didn't write any of the punisher era because i'm lazy. assume what you will. love ya.

"we can't do this."

matt's voice is firm as he stares toward you. firm and strong and every single inch and ounce of regret that can fill his body.

you're smiling. maybe just a little.

"matthew," you say back, rolling your eyes. "there are plenty of things we can't do. like tax evasion, for example--"

"y/n."

"--or murder, or robbing banks for pleasure. i mean, we have a moral responsibility and all."

"you have a skewed perspective on morals," matt retorts, and he's mostly joking.

"there are lots of things we can't do," you say again. "but this isn't one of them."

he swallows. takes a step back like you aren't going to notice.

like you aren't just going to take a step forward.

"we can't do this."

you hum. "we can."

"it's a bad idea."

you smile, bigger now.

take another step towards matt, memorize the concaves of his jaw, the pink of his lips.

not that it takes long.

"we can," you insist, with every ounce and inch of rebellion in your body.

matt is sardonic; he is a storm, watching you.

"we can't."

he says.

but it's too late.

the first time you'd met him, it was with puffy eyes.

which, of course, you'd been experiencing a lot of lately.

not to say that it meant anything. it didn't. you were fine.

"are you supposed to knock?"

frank spared you a glance. "no."

the two of you stood in front of the door. staring at the napkin of a sign taped to the front of it.

"on a scale from one to ten--"

"don't start this again."

"--how lousy are these lawyers?"

despite franks annoyance at everything you stand for--irritation and stolen appreciation--you watch his lip twitch and feel a bit of pride spark in your chest.

he doesn't smile very often, anymore.

"if you weren't so stupid--"

"i object."

"--we wouldn't be here. this is your fault, kid."

you cross your arms. "don't call me kid."

"it's a fitting nickname."

"i'm going to start calling you 'jackass' then."

frank almost laughs. "language," he says.

you stare at him. puffy eyes and all.

he doesn't budge, but neither do you. you've learned from the best.

"can we just go?" sighing, you lean against the wall, wondering how fast you would have to be to run away from him.

frank glares at you. "you need the help, so no, sweetheart, we can't just go."

"i'll handle this without you, jackass." you smile at him oh so sweetly.

"you're not going to--"

but frank is interrupted by the door--which you had mostly forgotten about--opening in front of the two of you.

you almost trip on the wall.

"oh," someone's voice says, only momentarily surprised. the door must open wider because frank takes a step forward. "can i help you?"

you push yourself off of the wall, pushing frank a little as you move in front of him, smiling pleasantly at the poor man who has subjected himself to this war.

how to win? you're not quite sure.

"hi," you say, instead of glaring at frank again. "i'm y/n. we're here to learn about zoning permits."

frank steps past you, arriving at your side again, just to remind you that he's still got the upper hand here.

which he doesn't.

"you mean to say that we're learning about how to avoid getting arrested for trespassing--"

"i mean for you to be quiet."

he stares at you, you stare back.

fire meets fire.

you've always had a particular reaction to being told what to do.

"so..." the man in front of you says, clasping his hands together and acting like he hasn't taken several steps away from the two of you since you walked in. "you need a document?"

"i need my brother to stop acting like he's the boss of me."

frank gives you his grinding teeth smile, turning away from you, and meeting eyes with the man.

"you must be the other one."

the man blinks, wide eyes. "i'm sorry?"

"is murdock here?"

"you know matt?"

and then another door opens. and another man walks out.

but this one isn't smiling. he's got a frown on his face, eyebrows raised as he walks over to the three of you.

you barely even notice him, honestly.

"frank," he says, interrupting whatever train of thought--whatever attack--you had. "what can i do for you?"

"you know him?" the other man asks. a look of disbelief appears on his face and clears in almost an instant. "of course, you know him."

"frank's a friend."

frank clicks his tongue. "yeah. i'm a friend."

the two of them stare at each other for a moment--matching frowns. from what you can tell, they're sizing each other up.

a very usual friendship.

eventually, matt--you assume--clears his throat. "this is foggy nelson," he says, gesturing towards frank. foggy gives the two of you a little wave.

and then, for the first time, matt turns towards you. his hand is overwhelmingly intimidating as he holds it out. "matt murdock," he says.

and he has to be talking to you.

"y/n castle," you say back, after a moment of silence.

"castle?"

frank's about to say something, but you interrupt him. "yes, well, frank here has had the misfortune of dealing with me for most of his life. siblings, you know."

foggy nods.

matt raises a brow.

"yeah, okay. anyway..." you look at foggy, threatening him with every spare thought you have. "can we go now, frank? we don't need to bother them anymore--"

"you need a lawyer."

"i'll find a lawyer," you retort. "one. single."

everyone seems to stare at you for a moment.

"no offense," you add.

"none taken." matt's got the barest twinge of a smile on his face. it's eerily familiar.

"thanks for your time," you say, turning to leave.

"get that look off of your face, red."

you turn around. matt laughs.

he's standing so perfectly chill in front of you. completely relaxed, completely still.

you look between the two of them.

foggy lets out an awkward chuckle. "come back in if you change your mind," he says to you, a bit of hesitation in his voice. "we'll take pretty much anyone in."

matt nods.

frank is still staring at him.

he doesn't say anything, as you leave. but he's seen something--beyond the puffy eyes.

"we can't," matt insists.

but it's too late. you both know that it's too late.

"matthew," you tease again, so close to him now, you can almost smell the guilt coming from his skin. "just give me a chance."

"it's not you i'm worried about."

you raise a brow. "that's concerning."

matt sighs. he runs a hand through his hair. "your brother would kill me."

you throw your head back, groan at the very mention of him.

"he's made it very clear--" matt takes a step away from you.

you move forward, pushing the boundaries. "i don't care about what he thinks--"

"that's a lie."

you groan again. "matt."

he laughs.

"we could just get it over with," you suggest. "you could just kiss me."

"and then it'll be fine?"

"it's already fine."

"frank threatened me earlier tonight about staying away from you."

you shrug. "his bark is worse than his bite."

matt laughs at the obvious lie.

you smile back at him, adoring how he hasn't moved away. appreciating his dimples, his freckles, the places you can't see from any farther away than this.

"besides," you whisper, slightly distracted. "he only does that because he likes you."

"threatening to murder someone means you like them?"

matt has played this game with you before.

"you're old," you suggest, a mere whistle into the world. "the modern world is much different than the one you're used to."

matt scoffs, shaking his head. "just another reason why we can't do this."

you stare at him.

you will your heart to let this go. to just listen to him. to anyone besides yourself for once.

but matt speaks a million unspoken words into the world with every breath out of his mouth.

"god, you're pretty," you say, instead.

matt blinks. he pauses, for just a moment.

and then slowly, he comes back to life.

"god..." he whispers, just close enough for you to feel it on your cheek.

and then he leans in.

and you can't let him go.

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Summary: After getting sent away by your father nearly two years ago, you return to your hometown, Outer Banks.

You reunite with your friends and twin brother, John B, and help them find the lost gold and the Cross of Santo Domingo. But, during it all, you find yourself falling in love with your brothers blue-eyed best friend without realising it.

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Language, child abuse

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Chapter 19-

That caught your father's attention real quick and within a blink of an eye he was on his feet. His tall, large frame stood over you as he glanced to John B somewhere behind you with a betrayed look in his eye.

"Don't look at him. Look at me." You instructed, his eyes flashing back over to you.

"I had no choice. They were going to kill us."

"Bullshit. You were the one that followed them out into the ocean, knowing full well that they both had guns. What the fuck did you think was going to happen? You put John B in a life threatening situation, so don't even try to say that you were doing it to save him because you were the one who put him in that position!"

"I had to! They had the diary. I needed the diary. Without that diary we can't find the gold." Big John argued, his voice rising a little.

You shook your head, "the gold. It's always about the goddamn gold. Ever since we were kids it's always been about the fucking gold!"

"I'm doing all this for you kids! I want to find the gold for us. To make us rich. I'm doing this for you!" He exclaimed, saying the words John B had said earlier, only confirming your suspicion that Big John had filled your brothers head with his bullshit words and beliefs.

You caught a glimpse of JJ putting his rod down on the dock by the water, the raised voices catching his attention.

"Do not try and justify your actions. You put your own son in danger! You nearly got him killed and don't even get me started on forcing him to rob people and break into buildings."

Big John took a sudden step forward and you flinched back a step, waiting for the backhand that never came.

"I was there to protect him. I didn't let him get hurt. Your brother is fine, see?" Your father all but growled, pointing at John B who was standing off to the side with his head down.

"No. What I see is my twin brother scared. Scared of you. Scared of the things you have done and made him do. You are a horrible father and-"

Big John took another step forward and you instinctively took a step back until your back pressed against the wall of the shack. You silently cursed yourself for getting cornered because your father took another step forward until his face was inches from yours, and eyes red with rage.

His hand was suddenly around your neck. Not hard enough to be strangling, but not not hard enough to be painful. Big John was yelling, if his angry expression and moving lips were anything to go by. But you couldn't make out his words, it was like you were underwater, everything muffled and just white noise.

You felt your necklace under his hands give way. The sterling silver chain breaking under the grip of your father's hand. The same necklace that had JJ's ring attached to. The ring he had given you when you first started dating. The ring that was now probably on the ground and waiting to be stepped on and ruined.

And that thought pulled you out from under the make-believe water, and the first words you heard were;

"I kept a roof over your head and food on the table! So don't come at me and yell about how bad of a father I was. I kept you alive!"

He slammed you back against the wooden wall of the shack, somehow becoming bigger and taller than ever before.

"Dad! Stop!" John B shouted in the background somewhere.

Big John ignored him, but he didn't get a chance to do or say anything else before JJ suddenly yanked your father off you and threw him backwards.

You watched your father stumble back a few steps, unable to keep his footing before falling on his ass in the dirt.

"Don't you ever touch her again!" JJ screamed, planting himself in front of you protectively.

You grabbed your neck, coughing while sucking in deep shaky breaths trying to get air back in your lungs.

Big John stared up at JJ, his mouth pinched shut as though he was holding back what he wanted to say before he slowly got to his feet and dusted off his pants. He didn't say anything to JJ, instead he turned and began walking to the Twinkie.

"Come on, John B. We got work to do. A 500-year-old quest is calling." He shouted over his shoulder.

"He's not going with you." You said, your voice hoarse and sounding foreign to your ears.

"Of course he is. We're doing this together, boy. Just you and me. Father and son, like it was meant to be. You want that gold, right?"

You glanced over JJ's shoulder to John B who hesitated for a moment and that small amount of hesitation made your heart break because you knew what he was going to do. You shook your head at him, silently telling him not to go.

"John B. Don't." JJ warned, knowing what he was going to do.

"I'm sorry. I have to."

"No. John B, bro. Don't. Don't go with him. Please." You begged, your voice breaking as tears burned in the back of your eyes. "Don't go."

He smiled sadly at you. "I'm so sorry."

You watched your brother walk off as JJ shouted his name, but it was no use. He climbed into the Twinkie with Big John and there was nothing you could do to stop him.

JJs body was tense to the point of shaking as he glared at the Twinkie driving off into the distance before he quickly turned around, his worried blue eyes looking down at your neck. You knew it would probably bruise, but you didn't care. The only thing you cared about right now was John B returning home safely and in one piece, but with your father by his side, you feared that may not happen.

The following 24 hours went by in a blur.

You tried to keep busy to stop yourself from thinking about what your father was up to with John B, but failed miserably.

You cleaned the shack the best you could, using the old generator to power the vacuum since the house still didn't have electricity. Big John once again too focused on treasure hunting to pay the bills for his own house.

JJ tried to get his old job back because what else were you meant to do? You had to go back to your boring old lives, except his boss refused to give him the job.

Pope had tried to go back to school, but apparently that didn't work out so great either. Cleo was staying with him and his family though, so that was a small victory in the shit storm you called real life. Kie, however, she was back with her parents, no doubt on lockdown, and Sarah... well, you hadn't seen her since her argument with John B.

JJ came by and informed you that Rafe had taken the cross and melted it down for money which was just another thing to add to the shit list that was already a mile long.

He stayed over at the shack with you. He didn't want to go back to his father's house and you didn't blame him. The two of you fell asleep on the porch couch, out in the cool night breeze rather than your hot, stuffy bedroom.

You awoke early the following morning and slipped out of JJs arms carefully, not wanting to wake him. He was snoring softly, his mouth opened a little, but he looked peaceful in his sleep, younger even.

Quietly, you made your way towards the dock, glancing over your shoulder briefly to make sure JJ was still asleep on the couch before you sat down on the end of the wooden platform, dangling your feet in salty water.

The sun was slowly starting to rise along the horizon, painting the sky various shades of pink and orange. The morning fog settled over the water in the distance, creating a thin hazy barrier in front of the sun.

Small schools of fish were swimming around the wooden posts of the dock, some jumping out the water nearby. The sound of their splashing and the birds in the trees around you were the only noise in the area. It was relaxing, calming even.

You fiddled with the necklace around your neck. The broken chain welded back together thanks to JJ, who nearly set the shed on fire while he did it, but thankfully you weren't far away with the fire extinguisher. You looked down at the end of the necklace, his anchor chain ring shimmering in the sunlight as you squeezed it tightly in your fist while you thought about your twin.

John B still wasn't home, and you were really starting to worry.

Why did he even go with Big John anyway? After what your father had just done to you, John B still left with him. How could he do that? Why would he do that?

There were so many questions tumbling around in your mind, but so few answers.

You sighed, letting go of the necklace and looking down at your hands in your lap, your eyes flashing over to the fading pink scars on your wrist. You grabbed your wrist, rubbing your thumb over the bumpy scars as you stared out at the sunrise, thinking about your brother.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't hear JJ approaching until he plopped down on the dock beside you, causing you to nearly jump at his sudden presence. His shoulder was touching yours, his eyes glued to your scars that you were still rubbing absently.

JJ remained silent as he reached over and grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers with yours before lifting your hand and kissing the back of it gently. You leant your head against his shoulder, the two of you remaining quiet for quite sometime, but you didn't need to fill the silence. That was the nice thing about JJ, he could appreciate silence when others wouldn't. Not needing to speak just for the sake of talking.

He kissed the top of your head and squeezed your hand for comfort, knowing how worried you were about John B being alone with your father. Big John was unstable, he was erratic and he would do anything to get the treasure, no matter the cost and that's what scared you the most.

"Let me see your neck." He whispered, his index finger hooking under your chin, tilting your head up as you lifted it off his shoulder.

You hadn't had a chance to look in the mirror and inspect the damage yet, but by the frown forming on JJs face, you knew it wasn't great.

"Does it hurt?" He asked worriedly.

You shook your head and gently touched the red and blue handshape bruise with a small wince, "I'm fine. It only hurts when I touch it."

JJ didn't seem happy with that answer, his frown deepening, but before he could say anything else about it the sound of a vehicle caught your attention. You both looked over your shoulders and relief washed over you when you saw the Twinkie pulling up to the shack. John B sat behind the wheel, your father nowhere to be seen.

The two of you walked back up towards the shack just as John B silently climbed out the van and looked over at the two of you, but he had this look on his face... this terrified, helpless look that had you on high alert.

Something bad had happened.

"Well, look who it is." JJ hollered, sarcasm thick in his voice as he glared at your brother. "Nice of you to show up. Your sister is fine by the way, in case you cared."

"JJ, just take it easy." You whispered, glancing over at him briefly before looking back at John B.

His fearful eyes were now on you, looking down at the hand shaped bruise around your neck with an uneasy expression.

"The hell is wrong with you, man? You just up and leave with that piece of shit after he tried strangling your fucking sister?!"

"JJ, it's okay." You said, resting your hand on his shoulder. Well, it wasn't really okay, but you didn't want the two of them to fight.

"Nothing about that is okay!" JJ snapped, running his fingers through his hair. "You gonna spill the beans about what you and that asshole have been up to, John B? You gonna tell me the truth about what's going on?"

"Look, I know I've been a little shady. And... stretched the truth a little bit-"

"Yeah, that's called lying." JJ cut in.

"Yeah, I know." John B sighed, looking down at the ground.

"John B, what's going on?"

"My dad killed two guys."

The silence that followed was deafening. The seagulls squawking in the background the only sound for a solid few seconds before your brother hurriedly tried to justify your fathers actions, like he had done when he told you earlier.

"He was trying to protect me."

"No, no, no. Hold on. Hold on." JJ said, shaking his head unable to process such a bombshell of information. "You're serious?"

"It was the guys from the Coastal Venture. They came here looking for Denmark's diary."

Okay, that little detail was something you hadn't know.

"Our dad killed them for that?" You asked in shock.

"Yes, and then Singh showed before and... and they took him. They took our father and they tried to kill me. They took him to South America."

"Whoa, South America?" JJ questioned.

"They're on their way to South America, alright? Then what? Are they gonna off him? I don't know. I don't know what to do." Your brother rambled nervously.

"John B, stop!" JJ shouted, snapping your brothers mouth shut from his frantic talking. "Just breathe for a second. I need to think."

JJ sighed, rubbing his face with his hands before taking a seat on the porch steps, thinking.

"I-I'm so sorry, Y/N. I... I should have never left with him, not after what he did to you. I mean... shit. I'm sorry." John B apologised, looking over at you.

"Why did you go with him?" You asked quietly.

"I... I was worried he might do something stupid and, well, I guess I was the stupid one who thought I might be able to stop him."

"Routledge's. Sit down." JJ called out, patting the wooden step beside him.

You glanced over at your brother who looked ready to burst into tears at any second and your heart shattered seeing him like this. You wrapped your arm over his shoulders and walked him over to the porch before you sat down beside JJ who looped his arm around you while your brother leant his head against your shoulder.

"I don't know what to do guys." John B whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "How the hell do we get to South America?"

For a split second, you thought about saying something along the lines of not going to South America and letting Big John get what he deserved, but you knew that was unfair. Despite everything, he was still your father and wishing death on him was probably a little extreme.

"No clue." JJ answered, with a deep exhale. "But, we're gonna figure it out. We're Pogues, man. We always do."

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Hiya it’s ya girl Elsie, finally got my main account back (whoop whoop!) I was wondering if you would do a NSFW headcanons about Edward Nygma/ The Riddler and Jonathon Crane/ Scarecrow, if their SO was proud of them for getting a promotion/doing well in the villain area and decided to surprise them with a little treat. (I’m thinking candles, wine, roses, black slip and heels, Rom-com style) Maybe them coming home from, work, breaking into a bloody bank or something etc, and finding little clues and eventually their SO their all like “Hi Sweetie what took you so long?”

Sorry if this is too much, I a little nerd that has too much time or her hands 🤣. Yours, Elsie xx

A/N - Hi dear! Oh, how I like this idea!

Our little cinnamon rolls definitely need some ahem... attentions... for their great villain work in good old Gotham I'm positive!

I’m not really comfortable enough to go full smut in english, but I tried to work on some slight NSFW, I hope it will be ok for you. 😖

Warning : slight NSFW, minor please DNI. English mistakes, sorry it’s not my first language, I’m working on it.

Word count : 1,762

GOTHAM VILLAINS WHEN THEIR S/O WANTS TO SURPRISE THEM

EDWARD NYGMA / THE RIDDLER

Lately, Riddler and Ed gained more and more influence around Gotham and managed to rob so many banks successfully, putting the GCPD on the edge. Tonight, he told you he’ll attack no less than Gotham Central Bank. You had to do something to show him how proud you were of him and his work.

Ed 100% is a romantic, you know it perfectly. And Riddler, too, even if he would have you head if you dare saying it aloud. Both also are obsessed with intellectual challenge. So, why don’t mix the two to prepare a little something something for when they’ll get back home?

Ed would open your flat’s door and find... nothing? Everything would be in the dark, minus one lonely candle lazily burning on your table.

Since he’s a logical man, the idiot still would try to switch the lights. But you’re his s/o and you KNEW his freaking rationality could ruin your plans, so you just turned the power off before he came back. HA!

Obviously, he would think about an electrical problem first and that the candle on the table is because of it. “Y/N?” He would try to call. But you know better than answer him, don’t you?

He would walk to the candle and see a piece of white paper fold in two. Curious, he would take it and open it, just to see a red rose petal falling from it and landing at his feet.

The room being too dark to see exactly where it landed, he had to take the candle and crouch to grab it, only to see many more petals on the floor forming a path. “Oh.” Yes, he FINALLY got it. And a lovestruck grin would grow on his face before the little simp started to follow your clue.

You were laying on your shared bed currently covered by hundred rose petals, lazily sipping champagne from a flute, while holding another one, patiently waiting for your lover to come to you.

And when he did, opening the door slowly, you felt your own grin growing. Ed stopped at the door, looking truly amazed by your work in the room : candles were burning, creating a beautiful and intimate atmosphere, red roses and carnations were put on each of your nightstands and on his, he could see a huge bottle of champagne, some strawberries and a whipped cream bowl.

When his eyes landed on you, you perfectly heard his breathe stops. Your little decoration was something yes, but you had an important part to play in your surprise. Not only for the evident part which will follow in a minute or two, depending on his brilliant mind.

“Hi my love. What took you so long?” You purred, finally deciding to get up and walk to him, extending your arm to offer him a flute he took a bit absentmindedly, too focus on you, your beautiful face and oh dear god, the gorgeous dark green lingerie you put. “Is it to your liking?” You asked, clearly playing coy with him.

“Hm-hm” He confirmed in a very deep voice, his smile growing even more, this time devilishly. Clearly Riddler was the one in front of you right now, but letting Ed enjoy the show, judging by the crimson of his cheeks.

He snaked an arm around your waist to pull you closer and didn’t wait any longer to attack your neck with kisses, making you shiver and grin while one of your hands would burry itself into his hair and play with it. “Thought we needed to celebrate your hard work and achievements. I suppose Gotham Central Bank was a success since you’re here with me”, you said, moving just enough to be able to see his eyes glinting with happiness and a growing lust.

“Correct, my dear”, he purred before kissing you hungrily, making you moan in his mouth. He grunts when he felt your erected nipples through the thin fabric of the lingerie and started to feel really tight in his pants when you went even closer, letting your free hand wander on his torso, unbuttoning a few of his shirt buttons, then going down to play with his belt.

His left hand traveled from your womb to your back, slightly touching your bum to tease you, but continued its course until reaching the opening of your bra to unclip it.

Only to find out it didn’t move. Now it was your turn to grin devilishly. “Now, who is teasing who, Riddler?” You taunted, taking the opportunity of his surprise to show him your back and the mechanism of the bra. On the top, a little “?” was visible and you looked over your shoulder in mischief, just in time to see his grin growing madly as well as the lust in his eyes. “Oh, you little minx”, he breathed, admiring the mechanism again, then started to work on it.

It took him exactly 10 seconds to figured out how to unlock it and five to do it. He took it off and grab your hand to make you face him, kissing your knuckles in the process. “Now, that was truly adorable my dear”, he praised, letting the bra go to resume is hungry kissing, both of his hands now working on your body and its more sensible spots.

“Let’s see how long it would take to solve my favorite conundrum” He muttered against your mouth while you could feel one of his hand slowly making its way to your lower regions. “But most importantly how many times I can do it using many different methods” He continued, making you shiver.

(ADULT) JONATHAN CRANE / SCARECROW

You turned off your tv with a huge smile after hearing your boyfriend latest shenanigans. The last few months, Scarecrow was becoming more more menacing in Gotham, just saying his name was enough to make thugs and mafiosi run for their life. Where you proud? Yes. Definitely. You remembered vividly when Gotham punks and the GCPD was talking about him like some stupid lunatic, never taking him seriously. Oh. How they were wrong. Now he was like a shadow, terrorizing citizen and criminals alike. So, to show your support and how proud you were of him, you decided to make a little something for him.

Like Ed, Jonathan is a true romantic and would totally appreciate the surprise you have in mind to help him relax. You just have to find the perfect balance between old fashion romantic and angst, after all, Scarecrow is never too far from your loving and doting boyfriend and you know it. It’s probably why you survived so well being his s/o.

Jonathan was on cloud nine. Tonight, he managed to gain a few territories near the industrial district he stole from Penguin. The little man’s goons were running wild all around Gotham after a little taste of his brand new toxin. Now he just wanted to go back to the hideout he shared with you near the end of the city, a big mansion lost in the middle of cornfields.

When he arrived at the front door, he had to raise a brow seeing a little pumpkin put on the doormat. The little candle inside of it illuminated the carved hearts supposed to be its eyes. On the side of the vegetable a little branch looking like a hand pointed something on his right, in direction of the barn situated just next to the house.

Now that he looks at it better, he could see cute little ghosts candles slightly illuminating a path. Jonathan being an intelligent man, he quickly got your message and let a little chuckle out before starting to follow the little ghosts, until arriving in front of the gate.

You spent all your afternoon arranging the barn, and even managed to bring a spare mattress inside of it, on which you where currently waiting and also, like your boyfriend did outside, taking the time to admire your hard work.

Earlier, you collected beautiful fall leaves, dozen of roses and stopped in a shop in town to buy fake head skulls you next put strategically all around the place with just enough candles to create the perfect mood. As you were mentally patting yourself in the back, you heard the door being opened and saw your lover standing a few feet from you, amazement by what you created in here clearly visible in his eyes.

“Welcome back honey”, you whispered happily, just loud enough for him to hear. You heard and saw how he released the breathe he was holding. “Wow.” He stupidly said at first, not yet accustomed to all the genuine love and loving attentions he was receiving since he started dating you. “How did you-...?” You didn’t let him finish his question.

Tonight, you weren’t the one supposed to receive all the praises. So you cut him and looped your arms around his neck to kiss him sweetly. “Later”, you said after separating a few inches away from his mouth.

You can see a small smile on his face, growing more and more when you spoke. “I wanted to prepare a little something for my lover, to show him how much I’m proud of him and how much I love him. He deserves it, don’t you think?” You asked mischievously, letting out a squeal when he lifted you from the floor to kiss you hungrily.

When he had to let you go to breathe, you could see his piercing blue eyes lowering on your body and the lust in them, noting your outfit : a black corset linked by satin strings to your black panties, garter belt and a pair of black high heels. You felt your cheeks burn a bit seeing how he bites his lower lips, clearly admiring your audacity.

“You really spoil me rotten tonight, my love”, he muttered, finally deciding to let his hands wander on you, making delicious shivers shaking you. You felt both of his hands sliding down your back, tugging the strings of your corset until successfully untying it, then letting it go to caress your bum, your upper thighs and grabbing them to lift you up, guiding both of you to the bed you created here.

When he put you down on it, he quickly moved on top of you and resume his kissing and touching, consuming you and making you a panting mess, before dropping off butterflies kisses on your jaw and whispering in your hear, “Now, my sweet, let’s see what excites you the most”, while one of his hands traveled down your womb to reach your panties.

A/N - Let’s cut it here since I’m still terribly uncomfortable with writing smut in english. 🙈 I’ll let the rest to your (fertile i’m sure) imagination. I hope you liked it even if it was just slightly NSFW.

Have a beautiful day/night my dear and take care!

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remember, it’s b.y.o.f -- bring your own fireworks.

i only have stories.

there are some children who aren’t really children at all.

it was nothing. i didn’t even think about it.

you did a good thing.

it’s a good day to be indigenous.

looks like nobody’s getting to work on time this morning.

you’d better hurry up and eat those wheaties.

nice suit.

what do you know about fire?

i don’t know what you’re talking about.

sodium burns yellow, and carbon burns orange.

your dad ain’t coming back.

shut up, or i’ll beat you up again.

who do you think is the greatest basketball player ever?

some days it’s a good day to die.

i heard it on the wind. i heard it from the birds.

that ain’t enough money to get you to [place].

i have some money. i can help.

i can’t take your money.

look at this! ain’t it cool?

i’m feeling independent.

i’m feeling extra magical today, like i could make anything disappear.

here, give me that beer.

quit your crying. i didn’t hit you that hard.

go in the house. tell your mama i’ll be right in.

oh, this damn arthritis.

i don’t trust him.

he wasn’t always mean.

people always told me i make the best fry bread in the world.

i got the recipe from your grandmother, and she got it from her grandmother.

you should knead your dough some more.

if you go, i want you to promise me you’ll come back.

you can come with me, but i have a few rules.

you love every song.

hey, watch where you’re going!

you’re so full of shit.

i think it’s a fine example of the oral tradition.

you’re pretty flexible. are you a gymnast or something?

i wish i could do that.

you got nothing to complain about, so why don’t you just be quiet?

nice, my ass.

you really need to grow up.

people are awful. they’ll rob you blind if you ain’t watching.

you still got your piggy bank?

you can’t trust anybody.

come dance with us.

speak up, boy.

your dad took me to denny’s once.

i’ve heard this story a thousand times.

hey, what the hell you doing here?

all you’re gonna get around here is mugged.

if you leave now, don’t you ever come back.

feel like my head’s in the kitchen and my belly’s in the bathroom and my feet are in the bedroom.

i don’t know what you’re talking about half the time.

why can’t you have a normal conversation?

you gotta look mean, or people won’t respect you.

you know, in all those movies, you never saw john wayne’s teeth. not once.

we get there when we get there, okay?

hold on. you just got here.

want something to eat or drink or something?

i bet you’ve been everywhere.

i’ve been a lot of places since i left home.

do you want lies, or do you want the truth?

what’s the worst thing you ever did?

i don’t know if i wanna answer that.

they’re gonna need the holy ghost to beat us!

you gotta have faith, son.

i’m not playing some kind of game here. i’m trying to help.

he was nothing but a liar.

get your hands off me!

this is your fault.

you’re the one who got us in a wreck.

looks like you got yourself into some serious trouble.

that kind of language isn’t necessary.

i never had a drop of alcohol in my life.

we was framed.

i wanna thank you for everything.

if we forgive our fathers, what is left?

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depressopax · 25 days

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From ABQ with love, Nacho

A Nacho spinoff & LCDP x BCS Crossover AU

Chapter 2

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“I have a plan” Four-eyes - that’s what I’ll call him now - says.

I cross my arms and stare at him.

“Shoot.”

“What makes a person a villain?”

“What…?”

“Where do we draw the line? When does one become a villain?”

“I dunno… Maybe when robbing a bank?” Maybe I shouldn’t be such a jerk.

Too bad I don’t care.

“Not a bank. The Royal Mint, Ignacio.” He corrects me as if it matters.

As the lunatic Four-eyes seems to be, he starts pacing the room. “And we’re not really “robbing”... You know about Robin Hood, right?”

I nod.

“Of course.” Does he think I’m that fucking stupid?

“That’s our plan. We’re not stealing. We’re printing our own money.”

“...That’s your big plan? To counterfeit some money? Amazing.”

I don’t know why I’m being so rude, but what am I supposed to do?

Blindly believe this lunatic to a man successfully will take over one of the most secure places in Madrid? And print money?

“Ridiculous.” I stand up again.

“Do you have somewhere better to be?” Finally, he sounds annoyed. I shrug. “Do you want me to reassure you that your father is alive?”

“How dare you talk about him?!”

Four-eyes looks calm again. How can he be so calm?

“Ignacio… Like it or not, but we’re allies now. I saved you, and now, I need your help”

“And if I don’t want to?”

“Then you’re on your own. I can’t save someone that doesn’t want to be saved.”

On my own. I’d be stuck here, in a country I’ve never been to before. Stay, and wait until someone finds me. And knowing Gus right, knowing the cartel… They’ll make sure it’s a slow, painful death.

“...I need to think.” I am just about to walk out, and once again - he talks.

Damnit! Can he shut the fuck up already?

“How about 2.4 billion euros?”

I freeze. 2.4 billion. I can’t even wrap my head around how much money that is. With that money, I could go anywhere. I could start over, somewhere far from New Mexico. I could get a new identity. Never have to work another day. Never have to do anything criminal.

And… I barely dare to hope, but… Dad. I can reunite with dad. I can bring him to a safe place. With the money, he’d never have to work again. He could retire early, and be the most rich damn old man ever.

“I’m listening.”

Four-eyes smiles and behind the thick glasses, I can see an entertained shine in his eyes. Finally - it says.

“Thank you.”

He once again starts explaining, only this time - I listen.

After three days my new crew arrives - one by one. The morning when the youngest robber - Rio - arrives at the Toledo House, Four-eyes tells me:

“You need a name.”

“Like an… Alias?”

“Exactly.”

“Nacho.” I say. Professor shakes his head.

“No. A brand new one. A city name”

City?

“Why?”

“No names, and no personal relationships. So what will it be?”

Oh, I know one.

The man named Rio can’t be more than 19. He seems disoriented. Poor guy.

It reminds me of myself - when I first joined the cartel. I must’ve looked just like that - young, confused and out of place. I could feel sympathy, of course. But I just stare at the curly haired guy with skepticism. So does Berlin. His dark, dead eyes stare at Rio. Professor walks next to him.

“Rio, meet your crew.” He nods at me and the fancy son of a bitch.

“Berlin” he says with a nod and then it’s my turn.

“Albuquerque.”

When choosing my city name, it felt obvious to be “Albuquerque.”

The past is already haunting me. Always will. So I’ll embrace it.

Reclaim it.

Our city named crew grows.

Oslo and Helsinki. Two bearded men that must be almost 6.2 feet tall. Oslo is quiet and reserved - Helsinki is extroverted and impulsive.

One day, Professor drives me and Rio to an abandoned hangar. His hideout, and where he’ll stay hidden whilst me and the others are locked in the Royal Mint.

It’s shabby and poorly isolated with rain puddles on the floor by the entrance. Other than that, there’s a table, boxes on the floor and a bunk bed. Four-eyes has a setup with two computer screens, a keyboard, headphones, speakers, a lamp and a red, retro phone.

“What are we doing here?” I ask.

“I need help setting things up for later.”

“But it’s five months left?” Rio questions

“Better to be on the safe side, am I right?”

Me and Rio glance at each other but don't question the Professor's words. He calls for Rio, who helps him set everything up and test the equipment. It takes at least 2 hours for him to explain everything to Four-eyes. It reminds me of all the times I’ve helped dad with his phone and computer. I wander the abandoned place restlessly. It’s not much to look at, and I don’t feel like interrupting the Four-eyes and the Computer-kid. I have nicknames for them all. As I walk through the shabby room, my eyes fixate on the corner of the room. At one point I accidentally drop a glass to the floor. The Professor flinches and looks at me. Rio grins.

I used to despise clumsy people, and those who couldn’t focus when having an important task at hand. How the tables turned. But then again, I’m Albuquerque now.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Professor mutters and turns to the computer again. “We’ll be done soon.”

Yep. Now I really feel like a dumb kid.

When we’re finally about to head back to Toledo, Four-eyes pulls me aside.

“I am a man that keeps my promises. I want you to know that.”

The fuck are you talking about? I want to ask. But my words get stuck. He shows me a security camera, probably one that Rio has hacked for him. The camera shows an airport, and a line of people checking in to get on a plane.

Dad. He’s right there, handing his passport and ticket over to a lady his age. She checks it and hands everything back smiling. But dad isn’t smiling. He looks tense. Tired.

Of course. He thinks I’m dead.

I sink into the chair that Rio just left.

“This was two days ago. The airport in Santa Fe.”

He scrolls through other cameras. The trip must’ve been hell. My father prefers to be at home and only travel to different towns, never further than two hours away. He was adventurous when he was younger - just like me. But the older and more anxious he got - the less he left the house unless it was for work.

…And now he has to move to the other side of the world, because of you.

The guilt washes over me again. The anxiety I can’t seem to shake off - ever.

He changes planes two times. The last camera Professor shows me is him arriving at the airport somewhere in Canada. Where I don’t know - I don’t care really.

All that matters is that he’s not in Albuquerque anymore. The cartel, nor Gus, can hurt him anymore.

“When was this?”

“Two days ago. He’s safe, Ignacio.”

I breathe out. It feels like I’ve been holding my breath for weeks and only now can exhale.

“Thank you.” Is all I can say. The cameras show the same scene over and over - dad getting off the plane. I continue watching it, until I finally believe my eyes. I could cry from relief. Not here. I blink the tears away and stand up.

“Well then. Let’s go back to Toledo.”

I shut my emotions off and walk out of the hangar.

Dad is alive. And for now, that’s all that matters to me.

“So… A jewelry thief, a hacker, an cartel man and us, two war veterans… Who else?”

Helsinki asks during an awkward dinner. Berlin laughs and I can’t keep myself from smiling. It indeed is a weird gang. But then again, nothing normal about planning a heist.

It’s raining outside. The house is cold, so Professor has lit up the wood stove so we won't freeze to death. I hate the cold. It must look ridiculous to wear a jacket indoors, but I don’t care. Even the food is cold, but still tasty. Or maybe that’s because I’m hungry. And I need the food. When I was on the run back home, food wasn’t my top priority. I’ve lost weight, and muscles. Now, when I have a heist to participate in I need to regain it.

“Well… We have an ex-drug dealer, a thief, a robber and a money-counterfeiter. They’ll all join us later this week.”

“And when we’re all gathered, what then?” I ask.

“That’s when the practical part of the heist begins. I’ll tell you all about the plan and how we’ll successfully make history.”

Make history.

The Professor might be a damn lunatic, but still… You gotta be a bit fucked up to succeed. And he indeed is. He has confidence and, whether I want to admit it or not - a good plan.

My dad’s alive and safe, and if I pull this heist off, then I can reunite with him.

Hope is a dangerous thing but for the first time in years, that’s what I feel.

Thanks for reading! Please leave a like, a reblog or comment if you liked it! It does encourage me to continue writing on this story! <3 Have a good day!!

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creepypastalover97 · 2 years

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Here’s another my creepypasta au headcannon.

Today’s creepypasta is…

Slenderman

Let’s get started.

. Probably not the worst boss in the world, not the best one either.

. He’s so emotionally cold. He tells jokes all the time but no one can tell.

Like seriously he finds the Market crash in 1929 funny.

. He has 2 sides. The side that is maternal and wishes for kin and the fighting secluded side we all see. Slenderman it's not as bad as the most of people think, in some way, he transforms children that are disturbed and lost with their lifes into his proxies. He wants them to have a new world, a world of no pain, but eternal devotion. They are considered his "children". That’s why he followed Toby and saved him from the fire, because he saw the abuse he went through and wanted to help him.

. He’s extremely overprotective of what’s his.

. He’s about 15 feet tall 😬 oh boy

. Does have a mouth;a long slit that forms where it should normally be

. Can shapeshift into a more human-like form

. He always forgets who he sends on missions and Masky always has to plan it

. Since he technically makes the Proxies work, he pays them. Nobody knows where this money is from.

Hint, he robs banks.

. Slender used to have an emo-type phase when he was about 6,000 years old. There’s drawings of it.

. He likes to go out and find Proxies and Housemates himself.

. Slenderman knows how to speak all the languages of the world. :)

. Contrary to belief slenderman is actually an old world fae, so iron and salt are irritants for him but not enough to do damage.

. his notes are like fairy cake and drink. Take one and you are transported to a very different and much more dangerous woods.

. Slender is simultaneously more animalistic and more human then people give him credit. He feels an array of emotions but can’t express them due to a lack of a face and the fact he’s a Fae and Fae Do Not Act That Way. He’s fiercely territorial and needs to be warned before someone comes into his Forest. The proxies are fine, they are His, but anyone else needs to make their intentions known or get the fuck out.

. he’s a workaholic. He regularly forgets to eat, sleep, socialize and everything else when a new stack of demonic paperwork comes in. Hoodie is the only one who can even attempt to break this habit.

. He works on the very top floor of the mansion. Enjoys staying in his office to rummage through old documents from the before times, and to walk through his woods. He likes it there.

. the Proxies relationship with Slender is interesting. It’s evolved from “ok It owns our souls and we kill for it and it doesn’t kill us.” To “ok working for a Demon ain’t that bad He’s actually kinda a dork.” To finally “HEY BOSS TOBY SET THE PORCH ON FIRE AGAIN CAN YOU HELP PUT IT OUT.”

Slender is very happy to have his proxies . He will never admit it, but he is.

. Slender loves Blackberries. A lot.

. His tendrils are about 7 meters long (21ft) and are very soft and suishy. They can harden too. Though he does not like people touching them, to him it’s like a cat having there tail pulled. Very uncomfortable.

. Also considering Slenderman’s abilities, the manor is not a regular house either. It is never in one location or another, it moves constantly between different realities. One moment it could be somewhere in Oregon, suddenly it’s in Germany.

. Does not talk how you would think. You can hear and talk to him yes. But it’s telepathic. He can choose wether or not the rest of the room can hear him or just one person.

. When slenderman is with others rulers of the UnderRealm, he brags about his workers and proxies

. He can contact his proxies at any time, anywhere through their minds. He can make them see things.

Over all slenderman helps those who need help, respects everyone equally, and he’s just a gentleman in his heart and mind. But turn him away, be disrespectful or try to fool him and he will eat you alive and take everything you hold dear.

P.s. just to clarify the slenderman and the operator are not the the same entity and at the same time they are. I will explain why later in another post soon.

See ya.

#slenderman #creepypasta world building #character art #slenderman headcanons #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta

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