#Kyle crane x reader

[bunji-enthusiast]

Jade: I told Crane his ears turn red when he lies.

You: why?

Jade: so that I could do this.

Jade: hey Crane! Do you love us?

Crane, pressing his hands against his ears: no.

You, now realizing: ooohh!

Jade, smiling: you get me.

[eddiescorrodedcoffin86]

Dying light is seriously lacking in fics and it should be a crime😭

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Affections + First Kiss — General! Scarecrow, Riddler, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Catwoman x gn! reader

summery: affection and first kiss headcanons.

tw: mentions of abuse (physical and verbal), mentions of toxic dynamics

a/n: I've never wrote headcanons for multiple characters in one thing before, so enjoy! I love them all.

wc: 2k

Master List

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Scarecrow

❥Jonathan wasn’t used to a kind touch. Being bullied growing up, being beaten by the bat. No, all he knew was the harsh touch of a fist. The relentless shoves. The purpling of bruises that always showed after. The red blood that would drip from his nose. The burning hatred that steadily grew towards those who wronged him.

❥So when you came into his life, he would flinch if you raised a hand. He would unconsciously back away. The warmth in his heart that you stirred was unusual to him, a feeling he’s never felt towards anyone. He was used to the bitterness after an interaction, not longing. 

❥You eased him into it. Only when you two started dating did he ever think twice about your touch. He knew you held back your affections. He watched you lift a hand up, only to bring it back down to your side. And to Jon, that meant the world. He felt relief when you didn’t push him into uncomfortable territory, and he respected you all the more for it.

❥Although a part of him wished you would hold him. Touch him. He wondered if your skin felt as soft as it looked. Though he also feared that your touch would sting, and the comfort you brought would be no more. No, he would never reach out first.

❥Starting out slow, he let you hold his shoulder. No matter how careful you’ve been for however long, you slipped slightly. It was a gesture not many think twice about. Holding onto someone's shoulder as you look over them, holding onto them for balance. It was only when you felt him tense under you, his ramblings pausing, that you realized your mistake. Yet, Jon had only reassured you that you did nothing wrong. 

❥Having realized that Jon seemed to open your touch, you continued. Lightly brushing your hands, shoulder touches, even just sitting closer. It was like you were single handedly rewiring Jon’s brain, teaching him that not all touch hurts. That he too deserves a kind hand. The flinching had dulled, and he would even look forward to you being near him. 

❥So when you finally got to kiss him? He was a dead man. You got him hook line and sinker. I hope you weren’t expecting to leave him any time soon, because after you opened him into a world of warm affection, he doesn’t want to let go. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Riddler

❥Touch is a big no no. Similar to Jonathan, Edward had been bullied from a young age. Teased and ridiculed, shoved and hit. If not from his peers, then from his own father. His world was cruel for as long as he could remember. In fact, his brain started to warp, perceiving the hits as a form of love, no matter how hard he tried to deny it.

❥Edward Nygma is a touch starved man. He longs for the comforts others seem to get so seamlessly. Yet at the same time, he doesn’t want anyone touching him. Tap his shoulder if you dare.

❥You were no different, at first. You quickly caught on to his distaste of touch when he reprimanded someone for getting a little too friendly with him. But you managed to weasel your way into his estranged heart. With how respectful and kind you were, he quickly found himself ensnared with your affection. Even hands free you managed to boost his ego and make him feel, should he dare say, loved for. You gave him praise that he had longed for, which earned you a seat right by his side.

❥It was also partly to keep a closer eye on you. Part of him preened at your praise, and another was weary. Why were you so kind? He was a well known criminal, he knew better than to just believe you were doing it out of the kindness of your heart. Y’know the saying, keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

❥I honestly don’t know how you deal with it. He always tries to catch you off guard with a riddle or puzzle. He pushes you away by ridiculing you and belittling you. Yet you won’t stop. You keep spilling his praises, and it’s so baffling to him. Yes, he is the smartest man in the world, but you managed to become a riddle. Good luck now.

❥When you first touched him, it was an innocent hug. He had managed to pull off a heist and got away from Batman without a scratch! Of course he had no doubts about his success, you didn’t either. When he got back to the hideout, you were clapping while singing his praises. Edward felt on top of the world, adrenaline rushing through his veins. When your arms wrapped around him, your scent clouding his thoughts, your warmth leaching into him, he found himself reciprocating.

❥Now, whether your dating or you’re just friends, it matters little to the green clad man. You had given him a taste of a touch he’s always longed for. And he realized that he’s more comfortable around you than he’d like to admit. He never reaches out first, but he’ll never turn you down if you want to hold his arm. 

❥His teasing towards you turns lighter, just as his heart feels. So when you finally seal the deal with a kiss, he’ll make sure you never slip through his fingers. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Harley Quinn

❥She will smother you with affection right out the bat. Hugs, hand holding, kisses, you name it. You don’t even have to date her for her to leave a smooch on your lips. Harley Quinn easily trusts people, and you’re no exception. She finds comfort in touch, so why should she deny herself it? She also finds it expresses her genuine affection for you in ways she couldn’t verbalize. 

❥If you don’t like PDA, please tell her right away. She doesn’t understand it, I mean why wouldn’t you want to show your love to the world? But she also doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so if you wanna keep it behind closed doors, she’ll try her best. But don’t be too surprised if she sneaks in a little smooch or hug if no one’s looking.

❥Harley Quinn is one of the most affectionate rogues out there. But it’s not always sunshine and rainbows with her. She had been in a seriously abusive relationship, and you have to help her remember that she doesn’t have to walk on eggshells around you. That no matter the argument, you won’t raise your hand to strike her. It takes her a long time to come out of that headspace, if ever. It’s a good thing you’re by her side to help coax her into healthier practices. 

❥If we want to get a little darker, Harley may try to treat you like the Joker treated her. It’s scary to see her go from bubbly to dark. Her features twisted into a wicked sneer as she asks that you’ll never leave her. That no matter what, you’ll always love her. During these moments, you gotta stand up for yourself. She’s trying to gain a sense of control she never felt in her previous relationship, and you have to make her snap out of it. When she comes to and realizes what she just did, the look of utter terror in her eyes is the most heart wrenching thing. She’ll sob, pleading that she didn’t mean to, that she never wanted you to go through that, that she’s terrified of becoming him.

❥Please hug her, kiss her, squeeze her gently. She loves it. All Harley wants is to be loved and to love, and getting affection shows her how genuine you are and is the biggest comfort for her. Feeling your warmth, feeling the softness of your skin, it brings her peace. 

❥The first time you made the first move to kiss Harley, she nearly did a backflip. Her little sugar plum made the first move! I hope you didn’t have anything planned, because Harley won’t let you go for the rest of the day.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Poison Ivy

❥I’m not sure how you weren’t just killed or turned into one of her goons. She’s not one for humanity. She keeps a sharp eye on those who dare tread into her territory. There’s no way to beat around it. She drugs you, finding out what your true intentions are. It has to be something she deems worthy enough to keep you around. She barely puts up with Harley as it is. 

❥Once you gain your free will again, you have to continuously prove your loyalty. Of course she can guarantee it herself if she has to, but you’ve managed to catch her eye. So prove your worth to her, prove that her interest in you isn’t just a mistake. It will take a long time. She’s been wronged one too many times, and she won’t make that mistake again.

❥Even if you manage to gain her trust, she won’t drop her walls around you. Though she’s a bit nicer. Ivy knows that a person works better with praise, but she also means it deep down. She doesn’t say what she doesn’t mean, so don’t take her words for granted. Not that you really can when her perfume scent always seems to cloud your senses. 

❥You let Ivy make the first move when it comes to touch. For a seductress, she won’t touch you if she doesn’t have to. Not to mention the toxins that fill her blood. Who knew if one tap on her shoulder meant your certain doom…but maybe that was a bit of the thrill you loved when being by her side. Though you’ve seemed to find a small soft spot in her heart, right next to Harley Quinn. She wouldn’t tell you that though, best to leave you on your toes lest you get too comfortable. 

❥After going so long without a single touch from the green goddess, when she started playing with your hair, you found yourself seizing up. Ivy brushed her fingers through it so gently, yet all you could wonder is if it was finally over. If she grew bored of you, or if she started to find you bothersome. But her gentle reassurances lulled you. Her warm voice and gentle hands relaxed you. It was then that you realized her affections for you ran deeper than she led on.

❥You’re first kiss was electrifying. That underlying thrill that your life was held in her hands. That she killed men with the very action she committed tenderly with you. Yet deep down you knew she wouldn’t hurt you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Catwoman 

❥It's not easy catching her attention. She won’t settle for less than perfection. She is catwoman after all, she has a reputation to uphold. So when she looked at you, and I mean really looked at you, she decided why not have a little fun? Whether you’re a villain, anti-hero, vigilante, or civilian, she’ll take time out of her busy schedule to drop by.

❥She likes to give mixed signals. It keeps you far enough for her to feel in control, yet it also satiates her hunger. She’ll lean in real close, only to grab something from behind you type of beat. She loves to watch you become a stuttering mess, but she doesn’t mind if you banter back. It’s all a part of the fun.

❥No matter how close you seem to get, you’re somehow still a mile away from Selina. She slips away from your affection without you even realizing it. She always turns the moment into a suggestive one. If she left it tender, then it would be too real. It takes time for her to warm up to you and really trust you.

❥If anything, the first kiss happens before anything truly tender. The kiss catches you both off guard, neither sure who started it. Selina tries to wrap it into something that doesn’t make her heart stutter. Tries to turn it suggestively like she always does, but with the way you tenderly hold her cheeks, she feels herself melt. Finally, she succumbs to these feelings you managed to stir within her, and she isn’t sure if she wants to thank you or curse you out. Maybe she’ll settle for a dinner, tab on you of course.

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[gothamgigante]

“ am i crazy? “

— about me…

hey! you can call me what you want, but selina’s a recommendation. this blog is where i don my own cowl and claws as an alter-ego. my pronouns are she/her and i’m based in the u.k! i am currently 19 years old, and i love dc comics, which will be the focus of my main rants at the moment. i also do love star wars and i am currently studying cultural, heritage, & museum studies.

— my favourite characters are…

sofia gigante, selina kyle, jason todd, stephanie brown & jonathan crane just to name a few. these are also who i write for (really, the whole batfam have my heart, so if you wanna request a character not listed, i would consider it)

— my writing style…

honestly, as a full-time university student, i’m just writing for myself. however, if i like a request and i find the time, i will answer it — therefore requests are always open, but it’s never a guarantee I’ll answer. as i myself am AFAB, smut is allll on the cards baby, but as that. other requests can be she/her or they/them as that’s what im comfortable writing.

everything is cross-posted onto ao3.

— my other loves…

bands i have tattoos for (the 1975, paramore, charli xcx), leopard print, and a really good smokey eye. please, i am an enfj so i’m always here to discuss nerdy things — let’s be friends!

[storytimewithtibby]

warnings: none I can think of, catwoman / riddler / scarecrow x gn!reader word count: 2742 work - continuation of this

a/n - surprising no one this got away from me. i will be finishing this up this evening but I want to get my philia of the day done first . smut later today for me

     The chances of seeing most of what the Gotham Gossip had coined as the A List Rogue were slim but not impossible. They didn’t list the criteria, and some of those listed lower had kicked a fuss, but they really hadn’t been wrong. The bank, the dry cleaners, those were par for the course. Riding past two city blocks covered in ice when it was still summer? Unfortunate. Not unusual. Dandelions growing two stories high and teeth? Someone finally got caught for dumping waste where they shouldn’t. 

     But that was all outside a bus window, that was all the way out there while you were relatively safe and moving. Giving a brief look over the other passengers you didn’t see anyone who immediately screamed goon, or plant. Outside the actual plant, a small succulent on an old lady’s lap. So you were fairly confident that you were going to make it home with no further hiccups. 

     And you were kind of right, it wasn’t a hiccup. It was one of those nasty kind of diaphragm jerking, chest punching kind of things. It took you too long to realize that the bus hadn’t stopped in a while, and the street names were wrong. You knew this route better than the driver did, had to be a new guy because you hadn’t recognized him when you stepped on. But turn over in Gotham could be high, it didn’t necessarily mean anything. 

     Except it definitely did now. 

     Realizing the bus was crossing into the East End you tugged the cord to request a stop. Nothing wrong with this part of town but you lived a ten minute drive away, and if you had to walk you wanted to get started immediately. But it just kept on rolling, all the way to the docks. Odd, but not necessarily bad. Selina Kyle ran the East End and she didn’t do human trafficking. 

     “Thanks for the bus, Gus.’ 

     Oh, that wasn’t good. You and the other passengers watched as a man in all green strolled onto the bus, a few of them groaning in dismay. You wanted to use the emergency exit damn the consequences. What had you done to the city to chase your blood like this? As he handed a phone to the man who’d been driving, you flicked your gaze to the back doors that were also open. 

     Maybe if you slid down in your seat and inch wormed you could make it out and start running. But even as you got half way through hyping yourself up to try for it, he locked eyes with you and shook his head. A grunt startled you, head turning to see a man slumped in his seat gun clattering to the floor. 

     A completely different set of green eyes met yours, and you kicked yourself for not noticing. If you made it out of this you were going to have a psych evaluation, watching the woman pull off the blonde wig and shaking loose the dark hair that had been secured underneath. You were too dumbstruck to do more than blink when she pinched your cheek and wrinkled her nose at you. 

“Just play along, kitten, and you’ll be just fine.’ 

     Say. Less. 

     Watching her walk to the front of the bus, you couldn’t help feeling confused when she tucked herself under The Riddler’s arm and slid something into his pocket. Okay so they’d gotten what they wanted, you were all going home now, right? 

     Wrong, Gus was no longer behind the wheel. And based on the other four conscious bodies none of them were good for it. To be fair it was gas pedal, brake pedal, turn the wheel. But the older lady looked about three minutes from something fatal, the two guys in button ups were staring at the floor holding their breath it looked like. Whoever the guy was behind you was unconscious, and the only other person who’d looked capable, was. She just happened to have shifted herself to the other side of the equation. 

“Well that is unfortunate.’ Pulled from your musings, the Riddler was eyeing the empty driver seat. “I don’t suppose you know a guy, who knows a guy?’

“I’m sure one of my girls can drive it, wouldn’t be the first big ride they’ve boosted.’ She rolled her eyes when he lifted her hand to kiss her fingertips. “You still only have four hours, Eddie. Then it’s out of East End your way or mine.’

    The moment she was out of sight, he flapped his hand mimicking talking as he rolled his eyes. He flinched hearing a tap on the window, offering a tight smile at the middle finger she showed him. 

“Well you heard her.’ He skimmed over each face before pausing on yours then moving on. “One of her charming ladies will be along shortly to get you out of East End. After that you can find your own way home.’

     Maybe Gotham didn’t hate you? Feeling a bit giddy at the idea that not only was this an easy in and out kind of hostage situation, but you’d probably get home well before midnight. Except Selina still hadn’t come back ten minutes later, The Riddler taking out a freaking palm pilot and a cord as he leaned against the glass divider for the driver. Who even knew what those were anymore?

     The pile of clothes on the seat behind the driver seat shifted, and you felt guilty for not recognizing it as a homeless person. That was a real problem in most major cities, and Gotham was no better. You thought you were better than that, you tried to be better than that. Long limbs slowly stretched out before they rolled onto their feet. Really casual considering The Riddler was blocking the aisle, twining around the unmoving man. 

“Y’ get it?’

     No, no, no. There was no mistaking the drawl from the lean figure that attempted to peer over The Riddler’s shoulder. No mistaking who it was even without his own signature “look” to hide the semi familiar face. What a fucked up combination…

“Jesus Christ!’ He almost dropped the Best Buy bargain bin rejects he’d been balancing in his hands. “I’m putting a bell on both of you, that’s the fifth time today!’

“Can’t help it you’re skittish.’ Your nose itched, instantly suspicious, immediately concerned. “Shouldn’t’a been nosy. I told you not to go into the room for thirty minutes.’

“The kitchen, where the food is.’ 

“And the pots. Had to heat up something and a bit spilled into the water.’

     He’d started walking down the aisle, pausing in front of the older lady who was staring up at him with an expression equal parts fascination and fear. The look on her face didn’t change as he walked away, but the moment his back was to her she started praying. The Riddler made a small disgusted noise before connecting the cord to each piece.

     Whether it was for the flippant rebuttal, or the woman’s praying, you wished he’d kept Dr. Crane’s attention at the front. A soft groan from the seat behind made you tense, the long fingers that had been reaching out for one of the guys’ chins freezing. No, no, no, making eye contact over the frames of his glasses and tried to figure out how to react. 

“Leave them alone, Jon. You know how she gets when you start parceling out your snake oil on her “turf”.’

     Feeling very much a bird in grass that wasn’t tall enough for your liking, you watched him straighten and his attention shift. Not enough warning to do anything as an arm wrapped around your neck and dragged you over the back of your seat. Legs flailing, you didn’t notice the knife resting under your jaw until your ankles hit the floor of the bus with a jarring thump. 

     Hands locked around the poles on either side of the aisle, Dr. Crane smiled at the man holding you, slowly leaning forward. The Riddler barely glanced up, holding the small device he’d gotten from Selina between his pinky and ring finger while he balanced the pilot on his palm. The stylus’ clicks were audible, and you wondered if he had to replace the screen often. 

“What’s the plan, boy?’ His head jerked back in The Riddler’s direction. “You think either of us give a damn about that city slicker?’

     Offensive. Was it the suit? You had to wear it for work, you only had two, surely that didn’t count. The edge of the knife scraped over skin, and you felt the rasp like it had fingers that touched places it shouldn’t. Thankfully both men ignored the whimper that escaped you, though you knew Dr. Crane had heard it. His fingers wrung the poles he was half hanging from, eyeing the courier behind you with mocking amusement. 

“No. But the Bat will.’ 

     At the doctor’s slow blink, not impressed by the logic presented, the knife pressed harder. And you couldn’t help sinking your teeth into your lower lip, closing your eyes and counting to ten. Then twenty. When you opened them again the doctor was staring, and you had the oddest feeling that he knew too. It was the same certainty that had struck you earlier when the Joker had let you go. 

     You could feel the trickle of blood over your collarbone, coaxing a similar fizzle of heat that you could feel trickling down your body to settle low in your gut. And it must have been clear to Dr. Crane because there was a slow realization on his face that the courier mistook for a small victory of his own. He was wrong, any interest Dr. Crane may have had in the conversation had been derailed. Which was a terrifying thought, one that should have been a splash of cold water to your face. 

     It wasn’t. 

“That’s right, doc. I kill ‘em and with your fingerprints everywhere, his too, he’ll assume you twose were behind it.’

     Being saved was no longer a priority, because it meant that you’d be here on this bus with Dr. Crane who was looking at you like a present he was excited to tear open. You did not want to be Christmas come early, hearing the squeal of skin on metal as he twisted his hands to straighten again. And you really didn’t want him to announce his conclusions, seeing the smirk on his lips as his fingers skimmed down the poles before dropping at his sides. 

“Long as the poor lamb isn’t gagged on toxin he’ll know it’s not me. I don’t waste my time on picking people apart without it.’ He shrugged, your breath caught in your throat as the knife pressed a little deeper, widening the small cut. “But you know Selina doesn’t like cops sniffin’ ‘round East End, they’re real hard on her girls.’

     You were hard, and aching, and at the angle Dr. Crane was standing; it wasn't hard to notice the clear evidence. With the way the courier was hunched over to use you as a shield, his knees pressed against your lower back, forcing you into an awkward arch. Nothing you could do would make it less obvious, anything you tried would only make it worse. 

“Should have just been happy you were able to end the night alive.’ 

     That was a threat, and even if it wasn't aimed at you, the jagged croon had to crawl over you to get to the man behind you. And it left little pinpricks of heat that coaxed another low sound from you. This time The Riddler noticed, pulled from his work and letting out a low noise of exasperation. Your body jolted, your brain struggling to catch up on events. 

     A tendril of smoke danced at the end of the muzzle, ears ringing as The Riddler stared at the scene he’d so abruptly ended. There was a fuzziness to his look like he was recalibrating, hell all of you were. Who shot off a gun in an enclosed space? Rubbing at his ear, gun awkwardly nudging the brim of his hat, The Riddler didn’t even attempt to stop the other three people on the bus. 

     Scrambling to get away from the body, not a courier any more unless it was bad news for the Devil, your desperate crawl came to an abrupt stop in front of pointy shoes. Head lifting, you almost threw yourself backwards at how close his face was to yours. With a bit of distance you could see that he’d bent over at the waist, his head tilting to follow you as he slowly straightened. 

“Are we keeping this one?’ He asked, and you really wanted to shake your head, caught by his gaze that pinned you over the golden edge of his glass’ frames. “Might need a hostage now there’s a dead man.’

“What’s that?’ 

     You wanted to look away but there was the concern that if you did he’d move closer, like some demented game of red light green light. The way his gaze kept looking you over briefly before moving back to eye holding was unsettling. 

“Breathin’s a bit ragged, pupils dilated, and if that lower lip sees any more action it’ll get gnawed right through.’

     You immediately stopped, and realized it didn’t matter if you did or not, a low considering hum escaping him. There had to be a more precarious position than the interest of Dr. Crane, but you couldn’t think of one off the top of your head. The Riddler sighed and moved closer, eyeing you over his shoulder with a flicker of recognition you didn’t like either. 

“Must you always play with your food?’ He muttered, though he didn’t look as irritated as he should have been given his tone. “Either eat it or leave it alone.’

“That’s the problem, it wants eatin’.’ 

     The slow smile that curled his lips did not put you at ease, bedside manner one out of five stars, will write scathing review. A part of you was waiting for the jumpscare, for Dr. Crane to just move inhumanly fast and disjointed. A vibe sure, but not one you were down for. But it was the long, intense staring that kept going as you waited for them to decide something. 

“That’s all I get? You aren’t going to illuminate me, go on and on about the psychology of it all?’ 

     He moved around Dr. Crane, putting away the device as it chirrupped. It was rude not to look at the person closest to you, etiquette and all that, but you still couldn’t manage it. A gloved fingertip rested under your chin, and your head turned though your eyes didn’t move. He didn’t like that, taking hold of your chin in a hard pinch and giving your head a rough shake until you looked at his face.

     If he moved you were going to lose it. 

“Do you think this is an explicit candy gram situation?’ He asked, voice all conversational and mild. “Because you’re right, they look like they’re a bit pent up. … Wait, how’d you recognize it?’

“Autassassinophilia.’

“I beg your pardon?’

     He was closer, crouched near your feet, long torso slowly moving closer as he braced his weight on a hand that felt too close to your hip. Or not close enough, he could be gripping it. The Riddler gave a dry chuckle when you inhaled sharply, your back hitting his knee making you jump. Not good, hadn’t noticed his shifting to make room for Dr. Crane. Who definitely didn’t need any further room. 

“Know your enemy.’ You were confused for a moment, you worked for a bank. Not exactly masterminds either. “Nothin’ more irritating than trying to drive someone mad with fear and they get distracted by the drive to fuck the feelin’ away.’ 

“Touche.’

“What are you two doing?’

     There was no evidence that she would save you. As a matter of fact it really seemed to be the direction the wind was blowing that hour that decided if she wanted to be altruistic. Considering the fact that she perched her hip on The Riddler’s shoulder, the arms loosely crossed over her middle leaving view as she bent over. Eyes averting, but that left you staring into Dr. Crane’s lenses as his head tilted and he smiled. 

“I think your kitten wants to be eaten, Ms. Kyle.’

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[horrorslvt]

𖹭 ── Batman.

Batman / Bruce Wayne. (Keaton, Bale, Pattinson)

Nothing yet.

Catwoman / Selina Kyle. (Pfeiffer, Hathaway, Kravitz)

Nothing yet.

Penguin / Oswald Cobb. (Farrell)

Nothing yet.

Scarecrow / Jonathan Crane. (Murphy)

Nothing yet.

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

Take A Little Time For Me

Pairing: Kyle Crane x male reader Summary: reader gets some much needed alone time in a freshly cleared safe house Words: 1,065 Im so happy i actually wrote something today!! Warnings: dick, cock, balls Notes: idk if anyone actually reads anything with kyle but i finally wrote something so I'm not going to complain.

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you sigh as the last zombie falls to the ground with a heavy thud, there weren't as many in this safe house as all the others you've cleared out today. You wrinkle your nose in disgust when one of the biters twitch, yeah, you definitely needed to clear this place out before you could rest.

It didn't take nearly as long to clear the apartment out, the splatter of blood on the ground after you threw the bodies out of the window was almost enough to make you sick but before you could delve too deep into your thoughts crane’s voice rang loud and clear over the earpiece.

“yo y/n, you alive?” he sounds so tired but god does it suit him, his husky drawl made something in your belly tingle pleasantly. “sadly” you reply wryly, it isn't long before he replies sounding unamused “That isn't funny y/n.” THAT makes your cock twitch, he sounds so done with you. your belly flutters as your mind wanders, you've been the recipient of his demands before but what would he sound like if he were ordering you to suck his cock, or fuck yourself with your own fingers.

With those thoughts rolling around in your perverted brain you quickly find yourself getting embarrassingly hard, you swallow hard and shift uncomfortably, your thighs are already sticky with your own sweat, you don't want to imagine the kind of mess your underwear would be in if this continued. “What’s got your panties in a twist crane?” You look down at your walkie to make sure you're on a private channel.

Crane gives you the honor of hearing him scoff before hes telling you off, sleepiness getting him agitated. Your cock throbs at the sound of his voice and before you can think rationally your hand gains a mind of its own and you find yourself rubbing your growing bulge through your pants, you're immediately met with the uncomfortable sensation of your sweat-stained boxer briefs. you curse and look around for some kind of wipes to at least clean your hands before you do anything else.

You come up with nothing so in a last-ditch effort you try the faucet and miraculously there's running water, the stream is weak, and its probably draining what little water is left from the pipes so you waste no time in shoving your pants down your thighs and getting your hand wet enough to half-ass cleaning your cock and balls before the water dries up.

“earth to y/n… are you okay? where are you?” Crane's voice breaks you out of your mindless stroking, you clear your throat before pressing the button on your earpiece, “Yeah, I'm okay… sorry” you curse yourself at how stupid your voice sounds “Uh… where are you?” You add meekly, hoping it could get him talking longer. “I’m back with the quartermaster just dropping some shit off” You shouldn't get so turned on by the sound of crane cursing but your dick throbs anyways.

“I’m heading out now, there's a lot of shit I need to get done before dark” he sounds like he's mumbling, he's probably outside. your hand moves back down to your crotch “Could you stop by here? I need some help” The words tumble out of your mouth before you can think, you curse yourself but before you can get too deep into your self-pity crane sighs, his voice is rough and he sounds a little out of breath when he speaks again “I dunno, I'm pretty fucking busy.”

his voice goes straight to your dick, you run your thumb over the sensitive head and then over the slit lightly to make yourself shudder, a soft whine forces its way out of your throat. “What was that? y/n?” Crane's voice cuts back into the silence and you come to the horrifying realization that you had the button pressed, he heard you whine. you cough and press the button again “y- yeah… yeah I'm fine” you curse your voice for being so shaky.

“alright, im coming” He’s totally not convinced, your heart thuds against your ribcage, and your belly tingles at the thought of Crane coming over and seeing you like this. would he laugh? would your body gross him out? would he pin you to the wall and fuck your brains out? your cock throbs as your anxiety-ridden thoughts take on a hornier tone. your fingers slip down your shaft to caress your aching “Kyle” it comes out more as a moan, your heart feels like it's going to leap out of your chest.

You're being so stupid, when have you ever been this risky? the channel stays quiet for a long moment, the static feels deafening and you start to clam up, anxiety taking over but before you could start groveling the static cuts out and you can hear Crane clear his throat “That was so fucking hot.” your breath catches in your throat and your cock throbs hard, pre dribbling out over the head of your needy cock.

Before your nerves settle in you press the button on your earpiece and blurt out where you were, “hurry” you add meekly. Crane takes just long enough to arrive that you're already cringing at how you were acting but he drops down from the hatch on the roof faster than you can get your pants back up, you don't have time to react before he's crowding you into the counter and thumbing at your wet slit, you choke out a surprised moan and cant your hips up into his hand. Kyle doesn't give you enough time to think about hygiene or get anxious before his hand circles your touch-starved dick to give a firm stroke, you shudder and groan and he chuckles breathlessly at how desperate you are.

“We gotta be quick, okay?’ he whispers darkly against your lips, his hand tightens around your throbbing shaft and he strokes faster, the feeling of his warm palm nearly making your knees buckle. Your arms fly up to wrap around his shoulders tightly, your knees wobble as he beats your cock mercilessly, never letting you catch your breath and after an embarrassingly short time you’re body tenses with the best orgasm you've had in forever.

[sheepispink]

grumpy simon riley x sergeant reader (platonic or romantic, up to you) featuring the 141 briefly too

You’ve had Soap complaining to you all morning about how grumpy Ghost is today, throwing his hands up in frustration as he explains how hard he had been tossed down by him whilst practicing. Then Kyle chimes in, describing how a rookie nearly wet himself from how Simon had glared his way— the kid had barely breathed the whole hour after that.

You know it’s bad when Price comes in huffing, his hands gripping his mug as he recounts Simon’s behaviour in the debriefing, not to mention how he’s just angrily slammed every single door he’s ever walked out of. At this point, all the doors are likely on their last hinge because of him.

Then finally you encounter the hulk of the man who's been terrorising the base for the past two days. You’re sat in the common room when he comes over and drops his entire weight on you, forcing the air out your lungs and making you choke. “What the-“

“Stop breathing.” He grumbles, and you realise now he’s ripped his mask off, discarding it near the door. You blink, confused as to why Simon of all people has his whole face buried into your back. His body squashes you like a cat annoys its owner, purposely pushing you into the couch.

“I cant stop breathing, idiot.” You huff, managing to push him off just slightly so you can lay on your back and fill your lungs again.

“It’s annoying.”

“Me breathing?”

He groans again, his face now hidden between your side and your arm since you turned over. “Your shirt is rubbing against my face. Dont like it.”

His nose is pressed deep into your side, carving into your muscle and you roll your eyes at his dramatic display, eventually letting your hands settle on the messy blonde mop on his head. It’s dry, of course, this man never used the conditioner.

“Well you’re the one who put your face in my shirt.”

Just for that, you breathe heavily on purpose, forcing him to lift his head and give you a tired glare, eyes squinted and nose scrunched up at you. “I hate this.”

“Hate what?”

“Don’t like my face out.”

You raise a brow, craning your head to glance at the mask on the floor and then back at him. He realises your questioning look and scowls at you, his head hovering above you as he keeps you trapped. “Weird texture. Scratches against me— it’s not the same as my usual one.”

“Just wear your usual one then.”

“Cant.”

“Why?”

“It’s in the wash.”

Really? All of this because his mask was in the laundry?

“You can just buy another, yknow. The same material as your usual.”

At that he scoffs, like you just said the stupidest thing on Earth right to his face. “I dont know where i bought this one.”

“Then dont complain, you big baby.”

You huff, forcing all your strength to push him up just enough so you can sit up. He pushes you down again, forcing you to lay back against the cushions as he huffs, a reluctant look on his face. “I’ll get a new mask. But you have to shop for it. I hate shopping.”

“Alright, fine. Now will you stop flattening me?”

With your agreement, he’s relieved but your question makes him pause. “No.” He pushes his face back into your side, his arms wrapped around your middle and squeezing you so tight you might aswell be placed in a sandwich press.

You huff out a long breath, deciding to just leave him be for once. Though you should check if amazon has any next day delivery before he ends up turning you into his human sized stress ball.

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Buy me a kofi!

COD Masterlist

[dmitriene]

cw: kind of voyeurism, little tf141 x reader.

kyle garrick is sly enough to put your most vulnerable picture on his phone lock screen, a photo in which your face is almost invisible, partially hidden by a pillow and his palm, which outlines your jaw, holding, making the gaze of those who look catch on your drooling, pouting lips, disheveled hair, there's nothing remarkable about it, but all those little details, glimpses of your naked skin, make everyone understand what was happening in the background.

no one has been there, but it's easy to imagine how you looked, laid out prettily on your tummy, round ass perched out under the grind of his hips, the palming, greedy touches against your skin, kneading at the fat globs that bounce in front of kyle's heavy lidded, murky gaze, crinkling at your gurgling moans, neck craning back as your sweet keens drown down his hoarse grunts, lengthy cock pulsing, leaking along your tight, rippling walls.

even at the picture, there's a small glimpse of your teary, glossed eyes, rolled down in your head almost completely, and the sight is addicting, to the point where the one who saw kyle's lock screen, those being his comrades from the task force, have to fight themselves so as not to fist their cocks at the image of you, failing nonetheless, your bare form haunting, pressed down by lean, smooth chest down to the sweaty, soiled sheets, sobbing during your orgasm.

fucked back by the tight, enveloping grip around the curve of your waist, tugged in time to meet kyle's rapid, pistoning hips, rutting in your pussy to the point where you just jolt weakly, his weight bearing on you the more he gets close, searing coil squeezing, tightening in both of your stomachaches, as you babble out small gasps, hips squirming, pushing, before your orgasm wrecks you, slick squelching, dripping between your thighs and down his thick cock, catching at the curly hair of his groin.

when kyle snaps the picture, you aren't even fighting him and the bright flash of the camera, just laying there, melting into the bed in the afterglow, tingling shivers coursing through your body, as he smoothes a soothing hand down your curled back, cooing something you barely hear, a bright, toothy smile to his lips, missing the mention of that the boys gonna love you.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || poly!141 x Reader

[Chapter 25] || [Chapter Pre-27] || [Chapter 27]

Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.2k~ cw: smut, penetration, oral sex (m!receiving), gay sex (anal) Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: we're almost THERE

Chapter 26: Smart mouth

If you thought last time you guys did this was too much, you weren’t ready for this afternoon.

Had you had all your braincells intact, you would’ve pondered HOW John would end up adding to this, if it was even possible to add an extra person…

But they weren’t intact. You were utterly fucked out, stars prickling at the corner of your eyes…

You were lying on your tummy, legs spread apart to either side of the bed, Kyle steadily snapping his hips against your ass, the sound of his cock plunging into you wet and slick echoing in the room, not even concealed by your muffled moans.

Your head was craned back, your neck straining a bit in that position to allow for Johnny’s cock to plunge deep into your mouth, muffling any of the cries of pleasuring coming from you.

It didn’t help that Johnny was not controlling himself, his cock hammering into your mouth with wild abandon.

But that must have had something to do with the fact Simon was fucking him from behind, a hand gripping Johnny around the hip, the other holding your hair to make sure he stayed buried in your mouth.

The corners of your mouth hurt, Johnny’s shaft so impossibly thick, just like the rest of him, that you couldn’t help but whine and whimper at the stretch it forced your mouth to perform.

And Kyle with his damn moans and sighs behind you, his lengthy cock plunging so deep inside you, his thighs nearly permanently glued to your ass more often than not.

“Tha’s it… Wanted to ‘ave a fucking smart mouth, did ya?” Simon taunts who you know is Johnny, but frankly he feels like he could be speaking to any of you really.

“I-I… I’m sorry L.T.!” Johnny whines, his eyes rolling back, his back pressed firmly against Simon’s chest, head lolling against the taller man’s shoulder.

“Don’t apologise to me. Apologise to the pretty thing that’s got you all the way down their throat.” Simon replies, his tone bossy and authoritative.

“I-I’m sorry, bonnie… A-Ah…” Johnny got interrupted halfway as Simon’s hand bobbed your head back and forth, causing some audible sounds of you choking.

“Fuck… Looks so good…” Kyle huffed behind you, bent halfway over your body, panting right against your shoulder blade.

All he could see from that angle was your nose burrowed to Johnny’s pelvis, Simon’s hand in your hair, tears in your eyes…

Simon’s hand left your hair for a moment, allowing you to swallow the build up of saliva in your mouth and to breathe better through your nose, instead caressing Kyle’s cheek, his thumb grazing his bottom lip.

“You’re all doin’ so good f’r me…” Simon tells you, Kyle’s eyes closing at the praise, his lips parting to suck Simon’s thumb. “Good…”

Your eyes watch the entire scene, or… they would, if you weren’t already 2 orgasms in, too fucked out to think of anything at all beyond the fact this all feels too good.

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You find yourself stirring awake by a sudden lack of warmth and groggily look around to notice Kyle leaving the warm pile of bodies on your bed, revealing your back to the cold air of the bedroom.

Grunting softly, you're shushed by a kiss on the crown of your head and an arm wrapping around you tighter, rubbing your bare back.

You’re hugging onto Simon, who has an arm around you. Kyle had been behind you this whole time, spooning you, and Johnny had been behind him.

“He's going to let John in,” Simon tells you as he keeps rubbing your back, gentle kisses pressed to the top of your head.

Johnny is sleeping soundly, just like you had been, his breathing steady, not quite a snore, but loud enough.

“John?” You murmur, rubbing your eyes.

“Yeah, he texted me about an hour ago, asking if we wanted dinner.” Simon tells you.

“Dinner?” Johnny murmurs in a half-awake state.

“Bloody ‘ell, did’ya wake up at the mention of food?’ Simon quips with a soft rumble of a laugh against your ear. It sounds like he's purring…

Johnny scoots closer, taking up the space that Kyle had been in until now, his lips beginning to press kisses to your bare shoulder.

“I'm so sore…” You murmur, lamenting how sluggish you feel, not to mention your cotton mouth.

After your session, you had all taken turns showering and Simon had made sure to get you all to drink water, but that did little to help your sorry state.

“At least ye don't have a bum knee.” Johnny quips behind you.

“And don't pull a muscle while sitting down,” Simon remarks.

“Or fuck up your back while having a one night stand.” John announces when he shows up at the bedroom door, Kyle right behind him.

Besides Simon, John’s the only one that's dressed, a pair of dark blue jeans, a white undershirt and a brown sweater on top, his hair slightly disheveled from having taken off the beanie he usually wears as a civvy.

“Hi…!” You greet him lazily.

“Hi, darling.” John replies as he approaches the bed.

He drops a kiss to Simon’s head, a peck on the lips for you, and runs a hand over Johnny’s messy mohawk.

“I see you lot had some fun, hm?” John teases before crouching by the bedside.

“‘f course we did, sir.” Johnny jokes with what you know is a sly little smirk on his lips.

“How about you lot get dressed and get some food, hm?” He quipped and ran a hand through your hair as you remained warm sandwiched between Johnny and Simon. “I brought Indian.”

“Ooh, butter chicken?!” Johnny remarks and immediately bounces up, trampling over you and Simon to get off the bed, causing you both to groan.

“I just said I'm SORE!” You scold Johnny as he starts gathering his clothes, which Kyle is also doing for himself.

“Clearly not sore enough! Guess I didn't fuck yer throat hard enough if your mouth is still yapping.” Johnny retorts, causing you to gasp.

“Johnny-” Simon replies as he slowly shifts and stands up as if already threatening him with another fucking to get the attitude out of him again.

“Tough talk for someone that had a cock up the ass 3 hours ago.” Kyle quips from beside him.

“HAUD YER YEESHT! You’re just bitter Simon didn’t fuck ye!” Johnny retorts as he nudges Kyle, the two of them picking up on their usual bickering.

“I wouldn't count that as fucking, more like putting you in your place.” Simon replies swiftly, joining Kyle in tag teaming Johnny.

“My PLACE?!” Johnny gasps.

John takes a seat in the spot Simon had been occupying, letting you curl up to him instead as the lads descend into the madness that is their usual bickering.

John’s arms pull you up onto his lap, wrapping you in a warm hug, his chin resting on your shoulder as you both gaze at the loud men in your bedroom.

“I'm sorry you have to deal with them.” He tells you playfully.

“And I'm sorry that you've been dealing with them for so long.” You retort.

You both share a glance and a chuckle.

"You know if you ever want a break from them... I've got my own place..." John suggests with narrowed eyes and a smile, puffy cheeks lightly pink.

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[hxney-lemcn]

Fake Dating — General! Scarecrow, Riddler, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Catwoman x gn! reader

summery: an excuse to pretend to date the rogues (some scenarios go better than others)

tw: Harassment, bad intentions (scarecrow), toxic ex

a/n: do some of these count as fake dating? It's more like kissing to throw someone off but same deal ig.

wc: 2.2k

Master List

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Scarecrow

❥Your stupid boss made you stay back late. They didn’t care that it was dangerous at night, and you had to walk home. No, only work came first, safety was barely a thought. You were rightfully pissed, and the thought of quitting briefly fluttered through your mind. 

❥Which led to your current predicament. The streets of Gotham were dark as you walked along the wet pavements. Your paranoia was proved correct when a catcall was heard from behind you. You kept walking, hoping that ignoring them would deter their unwanted advances. You heard two more pairs of footsteps fall in sync with your own. 

❥Your heart started beating faster, eyes frantically looking for a way out. You were on a main street, but the people of Gotham don’t look twice when someone needs help. The men continued to harass you as you walked faster. You didn’t want to lead them to where you live, but nowhere was open this late at night.

❥That’s when you saw him. You didn’t know who he was, but so far he was better than the men behind you. It was a 50/50 chance that he was gonna kill you. So you jogged up to him, a fake smile on your lips as you greeted him, “Hey…love.”

❥When Jonathan had gone out for some fresh air, the last thing he expecting was someone coming up to him and calling him…love. Remind him that perhaps staying in his lab was better than taking a break. Jon stared at you like you had two heads, but the way your breath was rapid, your pupils constricted, and your eyes kept glancing behind you. You were scared, something he found amusing. Eyes trailing behind you, two drunken men leaned against a wall, seemingly waiting for you to be alone again. 

❥Jon wasn’t a good man, he found the fact you ended up looking to the master of fear for help hilarious, but he didn’t let that show on his face. You clearly didn’t know who he was, otherwise you would’ve taken the two drunken idiots. He could’ve had his fun, deny you help and watch as your fear grew. Hell, he could’ve taken you in for his own heinous experiments, but there was something about you that made him reconsider. Perhaps it was the fact you trusted him (at least enough that you weren’t just running away), or maybe it was a tinge of selfishness. He wanted to be the cause of your fear, not some lowlifes.

❥”Hello…dear,” Jon replied back awkwardly. He wasn’t used to helping people, less so treating a stranger like a loved one. You felt your body relax when the stranger complied. Not to mention the fact that he looked intimidating. He was outrageously tall and his expression was grim. The two men groaned loudly, crying out about maybe next time. 

❥For some reason, that rubbed Jon the wrong way. You weren’t his, not in any way, he didn’t even know your name! But for some damned reason, he didn’t like the thought of those two coming back to haunt you. He was supposed to be the one who haunted people's nightmares, not some nobodies. It was a matter of pride. And so he walked over to the two men, hand fiddling with the new fear toxin he had created. It was a dust, that once ingested, it would take immediate effect. He needed some test subjects for it anyway.

❥You felt your blood drain at the sight of your two harassers start screaming as the stranger blew an orange dust at them. No, he was no stranger, he was the notorious Scarecrow, and when he turned back around, he felt utter delight at the fear that shone through your eyes.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Riddler

❥It was hard focusing on the mechanical work when Eddie wouldn’t stop talking. When his fans found out you were his assistant, they blew up, drawing art and speculating about your relationship. You’ve been a part of fandoms before, so you didn’t think much of it. But seeing fanart of you and Eddie kissing did take a bit of a toll on your mental health. 

❥Eddie had a harder time ignoring it, which made it harder for you to ignore it. Whenever he would look himself up, you seemed to pop up with him. It irritated him greatly. I mean he was supposed to be the one getting all the praise and attention, not you. And the fact that they put you on a pedestal right next to him? Were they even really his fans? You were a mere assistant, he could swap you out for anyone! 

❥He’s read multiple fanfics of you two. He would never admit it. He’d also deny how they would make his heart pitter patter like an absolute sap. You bet your ass you walked in on him one time, laying on his stomach, feet kicking in the air as the fanfic he read concluded with the two of you kissing. He totally has an alt account that likes and shares all the stories he really thinks make him shine. 

❥”Maybe if we pretended to date they’d get off our backs,” You offered. It was absolutely ridiculous and you knew it, but you’d do anything to get some work done in peace. Eddie scoffed, looking at you with a slight sneer. Really, how idiotic could you get? Why should he give those morons what they want? Absolutely not.

❥Yeah he caved pretty quickly. There was no other reason than to quench the masses. Nope. Nada. Why would he want to date you? He’s a man of intellect, not emotion. Mhm. Totally. And when he went live one day (obviously he covered his tracks so no one could find his location), and when you kissed his cheek on said live, the masses went crazy. In fact, your little plan had the opposite effect.

❥Eddie ate up all the attention you were bringing him. The revelation blew up on social media (much to Batman’s disarray). This caused Eddie to be even more annoying, and you found yourself completing even less work than before. He’d stop you to show how well someone drew him, he showed you praise, that was meant for you both, but twisted it to be about him only. He was a menace, but he was a charming menace. 

❥The line between reality and fake blurred between you both. Now your role as assistant included showering Eddie with affection, on and off camera. You’d huff and puff about it, putting on a show of how much you didn’t want to kiss his cheek goodbye if you left the hideout, but deep down you loved it. No one was as close to the green clad man as you had become, and you felt a sense of pride that you had managed to overcome those barriers. Maybe you should thank your fans for aggressively shipping the two of you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Harley Quinn

❥You found yourself dreading friend night. You and your friends would take time out of your busy schedules and catch up. Whether it would be about work, dating life, or any wrong doings you encountered. It was all fun…until they all started dating. Of course you were happy for them, that they were happy with their partners and wanted everyone to meet them. But that made you feel more of an outsider. 

❥You frowned as the group chat bounced with more and more texts. You all were going to hang out tonight, and you were the last one to have a partner to bring with. Harley had noticed that your lovely smile was gone, so she asked about it. When you explained the situation to her she looked dumbfounded. “I’ll just go as your partner then, silly!”

❥That’s how you found yourself nearly sitting in Harley Quinn's lap during karaoke. Some of your friends were off put by the fact that Harley freaking Quinn was there, but the others welcomed her with open arms. She was loud, rambunctious, and never failed to sing loud and proud, even if she didn’t know the song. She also was being overly affectionate…well if she wasn’t already.

❥When she noticed one of your friends and their partner getting lovey dovey, she’d lean over and give you a kiss with a loud ‘mwah’. She held onto you tightly the entire night, boasting about how great you were and she was lucky you picked her. It was nice, but it felt bittersweet. She wasn’t saying that as your lover, she was saying that so your friends bought the story. 

❥As the night finished, you found yourself in a worse place than you started. Bringing Harley made you realize just what you were missing. But Harley was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. So as you waved goodbye to all your friends, she wrapped her arms around your waist, leaning her head on your shoulder. “How about we do this for reals?” 

❥Did you really think she’d let the night end there?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Poison Ivy

❥You glared at your phone. They just wouldn’t leave you alone. You had blocked them from everything, and they still managed to contact you. It was over between the two of you but they couldn’t get the hint. No, it wasn’t even a hint anymore. You were practically screaming into their face that you were over them. 

❥It went too far when they had reached out to you via your address. Even worse, you were having a day in with Pamela Isley, better known as Poison Ivy. Even worse than that? They had sent you a bouquet of red roses. Ivy frowned from where she sat, eyeing the vase with disdain. You yourself felt very similarly. 

❥You didn’t even notice when Ivy walked up to you, taking the card that was imbedded in the dead flowers. Her expression continued to sour as she read the note. “You have quite the taste,” She murmured, tossing the card into the bin. “That taste has changed quite a while ago,” You replied back, unsure what to do with the flowers. 

❥Ivy asked you to explain. So you told her about your previous relationship, how you ended things, and how they seemed to cling to you desperately still. She only let out a small ‘tsk’. She wasn’t jealous, no. She had no reason to be. She had the world at her fingertips. She could also tell when someone was lying, and you were telling the truth. 

❥”Show them you moved on,” Ivy offered, taking a seat on the couch once more. You placed the flowers on a table, you’ll decide what to do with them later. You asked her how you could do that when that’s all you’ve been trying to do. She beckoned you closer, then grabbed your phone. Unlocking it, she pulled you closer into her, causing you to fall onto the couch. Then, she brought your face towards her and pressed your lips together. You felt like your problems vanished in an instant, unaware of the photo Ivy took. Then she pulled away, finding the unwanted admirer of yours quickly and sent the photo. 

❥You watched with slight terror, only for Ivy to shut your phone off. If your ex was truly smart, they’d realize the woman you’re kissing in that photo was Poison Ivy, and that if they didn’t back off she wouldn’t take it lightly. But who knew, they were never the smart type. And you couldn’t help but long for more than just the taste Ivy had given you, your ex a distant memory.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Catwoman

❥Catwoman ran solo, everyone knew that. She worked best on her own. So when she asked you to accompany her on one of her heists, you did a double take. When you had asked her to clarify, she only winked. Oh how you hated how she had you wrapped around her pinky finger, but that’s how she likes them. She also promised a cut, which was more than enough to entice you.

❥She had you on watch guard. Not too bad you suppose. It wasn’t until the jewelry stores’ security alarm went off that you felt yourself double thinking this. You’d never leave Selina behind, but the thought of getting caught made your blood pump faster. You glanced around for witnesses, and only watched as people scuttled away. An alarm blaring was never a good sign, especially in Gotham. 

❥Selina slinked down, civilian attire helping her blend in. You furrowed your eyebrows, not sure how she normally stole, but this seemed out of the ordinary. Selina pulled you away into the alley. Before you could ask her what the plan was, her lips were on yours. You gasped in surprise, sirens starting to ring out. Even scarier was the fact that a dark shadow overpassed you both. 

❥Although, it was hard to think when she held you, when her lips pushed into yours so fervently. But you knew who she really was hiding from this time. Batman passed over, not even giving you both a second thought. Selina pulled away, she sent you a wink before sashaying away. You followed quickly, trying to ignore the way your heart pounded faster.

❥”If you’re really good, you might see more of those in your future,” Selina smirked.

[thelaisydazy]

Firefighter!Simon Riley x Reader - Coffee Date

The inside of the cafe was crowded as you peered in through the front window, you doubted there was anywhere to sit inside. You chew the inside of your cheek nervously. You were supposed to meet Simon here for coffee, but it looked like you’d have to take your coffee to go.

“Busy.” A deep voice behind you makes you jump. You turn quickly, nearly stumbling into the window before a large hand wraps around the small of your back, stopping you. Looking up you see Simon, who is staring down at you with those impossibly soft brown eyes. He's wearing a black T-shirt under a leather jacket along with his jeans and boots, and of course his skull patterned mask. Your face feels hot as you realize just how close he’s holding you. Thankfully he seems to notice too and releases his grip on you, taking a small step back as he does. He turns his head, looking into the window. “Could always get a cuppa to go...”

“That’s probably a good idea,” you say, fidgeting with the hem of your sweater. Simon stares at you for a moment, picking up on your nervousness.

“You don’t have to go in,” he offers. “You can wait here while I get the coffees.” You look up at him.

“You don’t have to do that,” you say. “I can go in to order coffee.” Simon doesn’t look quite convinced. Quietly, he reaches out a hand to you beckoning you to take it. 

“Just stay close,” he says softly. With a shyness you didn’t usually feel around him, you reach out, wrapping your fingers around his far larger hand. Simon leads both of you inside the cafe. 

While the two of you wait on line, Simon gently rubs the pad of his thumb over your knuckles, a surprisingly soothing motion that keeps you from thinking about how many people are inside the cafe. You’re looking up at the menu, deciding what to get when he looks around, wondering to himself if the cafe is over its occupancy limit. 

As he’s scanning the crowd, he spots Johnny and Kyle sitting at one of the tables, the two immediately looking away when they realize they’ve been spotted. Simon frowns and steps to put himself between them and you, not wanting you to know your date was being watched. 

At the front of the line, you order your favorite coffee, reaching for your wallet as Simon orders himself a cup of tea. By the time you pull out a few dollars, Simon had already paid for both of you. When your drinks are handed to you, he quickly ushers you outside, shooting a glare towards Johnny, who was craning his neck to watch you two. 

---

“Told you this was a bad idea..” Kyle said, taking a bite of a biscotti he’d treated himself to. He frowned, it wasn’t as good as the ones that came from your bakery. 

“Haud yer wheesht,” Johnny whispered, leaning in his seat. “Where ur they going?”

“Simon saw you.” Kyle pointed half of his biscotti at Johnny. “He’s a big boy, he can handle himself just fine without you.” 

Johnny pouted back at Kyle. He knew Simon could be a little standoffish, he just didn’t want that to ruin the date. Johnny started to stand up from their table. 

“Sit down,” Kyle said sharply. “You’re not getting in the middle of it.”

---

You found yourself walking with Simon in the park, your fingers still intertwined with his. He leads you to a bench, making sure it’s dry before letting you sit. You sip your drink, sighing as it warms you. 

Next to you though, Simon hasn’t touched his tea. He’s just been staring at it since the two of you sat down. You’ve never seen him without his mask on. Even when he came to the bakery for breakfast, he never removed it to eat, he would just take whatever you packed up for him to go.

“Maybe coffee was a bad idea,” you say, only now realizing he might be uncomfortable removing his mask. You start to stand up when Simon stops you.

“Is fine,” he says. He reaches up, pulling down the privacy mask and drinking his tea, his gaze not meeting your’s as he does. The lower half of his face is covered in scars. Dark pink, twisting and raised against his pale skin. You can’t help but stare at first, before looking away. Nervously you sip your drink, letting your thumb brush over the warm cup in your hands. 

When you look away, Simon feels his stomach twist and his jaw clench. This was a mistake. He was disfigured. Why did he think you could ever look at him with anything other than disgust?

As he takes another sip from his cup, he hears voices coming nearer to where you’re sitting. He reaches up to replace his mask, but you stand before he does, turning to put your body between him and the couple walking past, blocking the view of his face from them. He keeps his eyes on his cup, trying hard not to stare at your body, his face growing warm.

“I got this in the bakery.” He hears you say. You have your sleeve rolled up, showing him a dark pink splotch on your forearm. “The donut fryer, spit out some oil. I had just started working there and was a little too close.” The smile you offer him as you sit next to him again is enough to make him melt. 

“Thanks..” he says, a small smile pulling at his lips. 

[cherie-doll]

uhh sweats 💧💧 no idea if you write for m!readers but maybe something like cod men x shorter boyfriend who really wants to top them 💧🙏 if you’re comfortable writing male x male pairings that is, since I know it’s not as popular in x reader writing spaces!! If not that’s okay too, have a great day/night 💕

i went through hell and back for you

⨯ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

Price has always taken the lead, thinking he can get more of a reaction out of you, but the flush that swept across his cheeks proved his point wrong. His winded breaths as he felt the shocks of pleasure jolt throughout his body like electricity, then suddenly tightening. You have this grown man gripping the bedsheets, toes curling, gruffy voice- AHRBHJBAJ

Simon honestly just needs to be shown that you CAN be in control of his reactions, to cause and provoke reactions from him. But as soon as you're pressing your forehead against his and discreetly trailing your hand from his chest down his shirt, slipping it under and feeling the warmth already pooling in his lower stomach, hiking his shirt up he's realized he's fallen right into your trap.

Johnny tends to be all bark no bite. When you say you wanna top him he gives you a look that trails you up and down, as if assessing you and narrowing his eyes, doubting you could make him cum faster than he makes you. It's almost embarrassing for him, when he's repositioning himself higher against the pillow, bracing the headrest above him for support. His eyes won't even meet yours, gaze flickering away; awkward and embittered but no doubt good, maybe he should've reconsidered.

You didn't even ask Kyle lmao. Just saw him sitting on the couch, manspreading on the couch; completely oblivious to what malicious intent you had. Without even giving it so much as a second thought, you pulled at the knot his strings on the waistband of his sweatpants. Before he knew what was going on you were already sinking into him, his head rolling back and as you grinded down on his hips, positioning yourself.

It was a late night making out session, cute and sloppy until Roach couldn't speak, his knees getting weak as you held him closer, skin pressing against one another. It only felt natural for him to wrap his legs around your waist, not knowing you were already brushing your hand against the waistband of his pants. His throat made a weird noise in surprise, something of a choked cry. A shudder he decided to just let ripple through his body as he followed the rhythm you set.

Alejandro lucked out. He loves the completely hazed look in your eyes, his own glistening as he felt himself being able to just follow your movements, however sloppy and desperate you were holding onto him he was quick to redirect your movement, guiding you. The beatific look on his face, making it seem like he was expecting this.

Rudy panicking, not understanding what you meant before you're already pulling him towards you. It was early morning and you woke up hard, his back muscles are just so tempting and upon seeing the shirt he put on before getting out of bed ride up, you saw the unbuttoned shorts he lazily pulled on you almost went feral. His arms above his head on the bed, just craning his neck as he watches you swiftly discard of his clothes, just accepting it.

Phillip is a brat that needs to be tamed, he's smirking and rolling his eyes at you giving an attitude just because since he thinks he's the bigger person he can just manhandle you however. Clearly, he must be taught the essence of pleasure, to fuse with you as his mouth runs dry, for once not being able to say a sly remark. Instead, gritting his teeth as he hisses in pleasure from how untrained he is at receiving the same treatment he's been handling you with.

Again, Makarov would require you to stroke that big ego of his, preferably when you've managed to press him against something like the counter or wall, and he's forced to look down at you, his eyes following your hand as you reach into his pants, the beads of sweat already forming on his hairline. You can FEEL him tense up, not used to being in the opposite position for once, as he doesn't know where to place his hands. Your name slipping through his lips as a series of curse words as well when you prod your tip in, teasing him, torturing him a little before slamming in.

Keegan is the type to want to do sex with his teeth and mouth, so while you're topping him you'll need to keep his mouth busy too. He adores lapping at your collarbones, sucking on them before he can bite in deep while you're slamming harder. It's sort of an alternative for him to keep from groaning too loudly because he's one hell of an animal.

König used to be so shy when it came to these things, not realizing he had an advantage due to his larger size. Now, he liked to slip his cock into you whenever he felt like it, he barely moved his hips, just using you as a sort of cock sleeve. Well, you had to fix that, right? Make his brain short-circuit and forget how things work, have him recognize the musky smell of his sweat and shakily glance at your face above him.

Horangi's small smile around his eyes, observing your deliberate movements, in no rush to get started. You wanted to test him, give him a taste of his own medicine, to get back at him for all the times he made you wait. Now, you want him to be unable to take his hands off of you, to split him open to the core and still make him desire more. For him to not be able to distinct the tears from his sweat, place his head on your shoulder and let his breath warm your ear with his ragged breaths, his lips inches away from your neck as he pants.

Nikto inhaling deeply, his eyes following you, wondering what you would do to him when you sat him down saying you wanted to try something out. He had come back from an exceedingly tiring day, his shoulders sore and ready to collapse into a deep sleep, but not before he got his release from all that pent up stress and frustration that comes with a hard day's work. He's so restrained during sex the most he'll do is grunt, you want more from him. You're insistent as you continue pressing his navel, knowing that's where he must feel the clawing. He's pained with elation, relishing in that pulsating tenderness when you pause, draw out and start all over again.

[gothamgigante]

heyy! starting some requests to build myself up into writing fanfic again, as spicy or unspicy as you want, minus anything that goes against, you know - laws and morals. all for fem!r or nb!r, and apologies if I don’t get around to it.

marvel

natasha romanoff

yelena belova

kate bishop

logan howlett

loki

felicia hardy

dc

selina kyle

pamela isley

jonathan crane

here’s my ao3 to check out previous work :)