#harley has dimples.

[fiapple]

also i typically don’t have super strong opinions on comic characters’ appearances, i could probably count the ones i have on both hands total, but one of them is that i don’t care if helena is attractive. i don’t. what is very important to me, however, is that there is something haunting & morose about her. she should have eyes like a graveyard & a face that rests like the dead who are waiting to be put to bed.

also dark eye bags & strong eyebrows, but that’s just projection.

[fandomnerd9602]

First Meetings

Petra Parker x Stark!Reader

Set during Captain America: Civil War

For @omniman65 and @supercorpdanbeau

Being the son of Tony Stark has perks and it’s disadvantages. On one hand, you have the coolest avenger for your father and unending resources to be able to create your own iron suits. On the other hand, you have the fact that everybody wants to get close to you just they could be with your dad

So besides your best friend and future college roommate, Harley Keener, it could be very lonely being the son of Tony Stark, the invincible Iron Man.

It all started during the Sokovia Accords incident. You naturally chose your father’s side, not all willingly but you understood where he was coming from. You thought you’d be able to revise it from the inside. Maybe create a special council for it.

But that was less on your mind as Dad had you track down Steve and Bucky to an airport in Germany. You had Natasha, Vision, and a new guy in a panther suit in a hanger on the outskirts of Schkeuditz, Germany.

Your dad walked in a little more serious than usual as he approaches you. “Junior,” he states, “please show Ms. Parker here around”

He gestured to a young woman, close to your age. Brunette hair, hazelnut eyes and the cutest smile with dimples that you had ever seen. If you weren’t dating Wanda, you would’ve asked her out right then and there.

She turned to you and smiled, "H-Hi there I'm Petra. Petra Parker."

"Hey" you gave her hand a quick shake, "I'm (Y/N). (Y/N) Stark. Codename - the..."

"Iron Knight!" She giddily interrupts you, "sorry I'm just such a fan of yours. I'm Spider-Girl."

"Always nice to meet a fan" you try to go back to your task of fixing your armor. She looks over your shoulder, "anything you need Spidey?"

"I was just thinking you should add titanium couplers to your routers, should allow for faster cooldown and energy retention"

You put down your tools in amazement, you put on your Edith glasses, "Edith run Ms. Parker's hypothesis for me"

A female, robotic voice answered, "Ms. Parker's titanium couplers would in theory do exactly as she stated."

You turn to Petra in amazement, "a gal after my own heart."

"I just love fixing things. You learn a lot when you make your own equipment." She says with a blush. Petra pulls out a makeshift suit with cumbersome looking web shooters

"Gotta be difficult on the wrists" you remark

"Kind of is," she tries to hide her embarrassment. You inspect one of the web shooters.

"Give me a couple hours" you state with a smirk

"Huh?"

"We can't have you going into battle wearing a set of PJs, Parker" you smile at her, "besides I owe you for the whole coupler idea"

"I think you and I are gonna get along just fine" you smiles.

And you did. You got Petra her new suit and web shooters. Dad transitioned you to being a liaison for an idea he dubbed the Young Avengers initiative, this meant that you and Petra would be spending a lot of time together in New York as ground level heroes after class.

Class. Yeah Tony didn't tell you that it also meant you would no longer be home schooled by Pepper or Edith and would instead by transferred to Midtown High. You were in shock. Pepper was happy you'd be socializing with people your age. Meanwhile, Happy was just glad that Petra would be calling you rather than him.

[barleytaegyu]

The Baddest Supervillain🃏

╰┈➤ taegyu gotham city au

・❥・ wip, 1.4k words

・❥・ rated e

・❥・ power bottom taehyun

・❥・ service top beomgyu

・❥・ feminization

・❥・ knife play

・❥・ murder mention

・❥・ slight dub con

・❥・ masturbation, orgasm

summary:

Kang Taehyun as Harley Quinn has the handsomely detective, Choi Beomgyu, held captive against his will.

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"I like you like this... all tied up for me," Taehyun said affectionately, admiring the detective as he gently caresses his soft cheek with delicate fingers. Fingers from a hand of a murderer.  

Beomgyu tensed at the touch and condescending words. He feels apprehensive with his hands and legs tied firmly to the chair he's secured on.

There is no escape.

"Please," Beomgyu pleads with a shaky breath. "Let me go."

With a glint of mischief in Taehyun's eyes, he straddles the detective's lap. He sits himself down and adjusts his position until he's comfortable. Beomgyu almost groans at the sudden contact, inhaling sharply. Then Taehyun starts playing with the detective's hair. His dominant hand moves in gentle motions, disheveling the hair he's fondling like Beomgyu is some sort of pet. His right hand holds the knife in a threatening grip near the detective’s neck.

Beomgyu remains still as possible while this villain is straddled on top of his lap. He is afraid that if he squirms with even a slight movement, he's dead. His heart is racing and his blood is pulsing hot.

He's undeniably trapped.

Taehyun tsks, " I don't think so baby. In fact, I want you. I want you to heed my every command. How about that detective? Will you allow me to be your master?"

Ultimately, Taehyun not only wants more control than he already has on Gotham City but he also desires a pretty plaything, mostly for his entertainment. And having someone from the justice system, under his power who obeys to his every command? It would be an added bonus if this detective submits to him because his beautiful visuals will definitely have Taehyun achieve both goals.

Taehyun is enraptured with this feasible outcome.

However, Beomgyu thinks he will be nothing but a mere puppet for the villain.

Little did the detective know Taehyun thought of him as something more.

"What's in it for me?" Beomgyu boldly asked.

"I won't kill you darling," Taehyun giggled then leans closer until their lips are almost touching. "Be mine and you'll get to live." He places the knife's blade delicately on the detective's pretty neck. Sudden thoughts about marking the man appear in his sadistic mind.

Taehyun has a twisted imagination.

Then Taehyun starts to softly grind on the lap he’s planted on. Beomgyu attempts to suppress a moan from the pressure and friction but embarrassingly fails.

To Taehyun's surprise, Beomgyu doesn't tell him to stop. Instead the man underneath him slowly begins to surrender in his mercy.

The villain who is slightly moving his hips with purpose flashes a cunning smile and Beomgyu's heart clenched at the single dimple that appears. All of his unsettling thoughts suddenly dissipates.

Beomgyu has no choice but to take the torturous pleasure as he thought about how his life is on the line.

Or was it actually? Taehyun wouldn't ever kill him, unless he crosses him of course yet Beomgyu indeed doesn't know that. However, he would rather not be murdered by a dangerous villain so he decides to submit in utter defeat.

"Okay," Beomgyu whispered while panting heavily.

"Hmm? What was that?" Taehyun asked mockingly as he slowly tilts the detective's head so his mouth can latch on the delectably tempting neck. Beomgyu gasps as Taehyun licks and suckles sweetly.

"I-I'—."

It was difficult for Beomgyu to formulate words. Taehyun smiles as he doesn't falter his sweet torture, gradually grinding and sucking harder. He felt elated when he could feel the detective underneath him becoming hard.

Taehyun couldn’t be more thrilled that his scheme was working.

"Say it darling. What is it you want to say?"

After a moment of accepting the pleasure he was receiving, Beomgyu moans, "please."

Taehyun halts his actions and lifts his head from Beomgyu's neck to gaze at him, smiling fondly at his captive. He snakes an arm around Beomgyu’s shoulder and neck possessively, pressing himself impossibly closer to the body he’s engulfing. His hand continues to fondle the soft hair on the back of Beomgyu’s head.

"Please what darling?"

"M-More," Beomgyu rasped.

"More what?"

Although Taehyun already knew exactly what Beomgyu wanted, he enjoys teasing him.

"Don't stop."

The knife is still gripped in the villain’s right hand while he lightly traces it on the detective’s cheek, neck and exposed collarbone.

"Just tell me you're mine and I won't."

Beomgyu shudders at the knife on his skin and his heart races.

"I-I’m yours."

A smirk appears on Taehyun’s lips.

"That's right darling. You're mine."

Taehyun cups his face as he slowly leans forward and presses a gentle kiss on Beomgyu's lips, as if he was sealing the agreement like a contract. He continues to kiss Beomgyu with ease while Beomgyu forcibly kisses back. After a moment, Taehyun bites his bottom lip harshly and a sudden whine comes out of Beomgyu from the pain.

Taehyun slightly pulls away from Beomgyu’s lips with a unrestrained tug from his teeth and says, "The first thing that I want you to do for me is beg. Beg for me."

Beomgyu softly says with no hesitation, “Please."

"Please what?" Taehyun asked sternly.

The only answer Taehyun receives is a whimper which makes him change his demeanor.

"Do you want me to take care of this?" Taehyun asked softly as he caresses Beomgyu's hardness with a feather-like touch.

"Please."

Taehyun hums in satisfaction.

"I'm going to take care of myself first. You can watch."

Taehyun stands up and places the knife on Beomgyu’s lap. Then he disregards his shirt and plaid skirt while Beomgyu stares with anticipation, eyes widening the moment he sees Taehyun in lace panties. Beomgyu watches intently while Taehyun feels himself over the panties. Taehyun notices Beomgyu swallowed hard and giggles at the aroused detective. He knows the detective likes what he sees, it was obvious to him that Beomgyu was biting back a moan at the view. He strips out of the remaining undergarment seductively. He holds the panties in his right hand and picks the knife back up with the same hand before he plops his bare ass back onto Beomgyu's clothed lap, adjusting himself onto the perfect spot so he can feel Beomgyu's hardness. He smiles victoriously when Beomgyu made a strangled noise at his movements.

Momentarily, Taehyun brings his left hand to Beomgyu’s mouth and presses his thumb against the bottom lip, lightly swollen from the bite.

"Open."

Beomgyu obediently does what is he told then Taehyun slowly enters his fingers inside the wet cavern, biting his lip when he hears a soft moan that came from Beomgyu. Once satisfied with the amount of wetness coating his fingers, Taehyun pulls his fingers out and replaces them by shoving his panties inside instead.

"Hold onto these for me yeah?” Taehyun asked, patting Beomgyu’s cheek with his wet hand.

Doe-eyes blink at Taehyun before he receives a nod. He internally coos at the innocent look.

Taehyun starts to pleasure himself while Beomgyu has no choice but to watch. He thumbs his tip, smearing the precum then strokes himself. When he gradually picks up his pace, small whimpers and moans escape.

“I wish this was your hand doing this to me,” Taehyun quaked, knowing that Beomgyu’s hands are tied.

Taehyun purposely moves the knife in between their body as he releases, cum lands onto Beomgyu’s clothes and his knife.

After Taehyun calms down from his high he pouts, feigning innocence.

“You made me cum on my knife.”

He takes his panties out of Beomgyu's mouth, tossing it somewhere then lifts the knife closer to his face.

"Clean it for me darling."

Beomgyu obeys and opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out. Taehyun carefully presses the side of the knife on Beomgyu’s tongue, where the cum is glazed, yet making sure the blade doesn't slice Beomgyu. He willingly licks it clean with his eyes closed. The sinful scene makes Taehyun’s dick twitch.

After there is no cum left on the knife, Taehyun takes it away. He pecks a quick kiss on the detective’s lips adoringly.

There is a possibility he may be in love with this detective already.

“As much as I want to ride you until you’re squirming and whining underneath me, I unfortunately have a meeting to attend to. Sorry I can’t help you this time.” Then he leans closer to Beomgyu’s ear and whispers, “Just wait for me until I see you again.”

The disapproving sound Beomgyu makes has Taehyun slightly hard again yet he dismisses the detective that’s currently in denial. Taehyun leans back as his eyes darken. He says menacingly, "You belong to me now detective Choi Beomgyu and no one else."

Then instantly Taehyun’s expression softens before he stands up abruptly, picking up his clothing items that were discarded on the floor. He intentionally bends down where his exposed ass is facing the tied up detective. The action was deliberate, he knows Beomgyu is painfully hard and he tends to keep it that way until he leaves.

Taehyun informs nonchalantly as he dresses himself, “I will have someone untie you and escort you back to your place.”

Beomgyu cries out, “B-But..”

Before Taehyun exits the door, he turns around to stare at Beomgyu with such fondness it makes Beomgyu’s stomach twist in knots.

The pitiful detective, all tied up with a noticeable boner and a mark on his neck to let everyone know he belongs to someone. Except the person he belongs to isn’t just anyone.

The person Beomgyu belongs to now is the baddest supervillain in Gotham City.

“We’ll be together again. Wait for me darling.”

╰┈➤ full prompt on twitter - Link

[ashtraythief]

Out of curiosity, in Underneath, what’s Jared and Jensen’s favorite thing about each other? Could be something dorky or sweet…just whatever. 🙂 Just curious what quirks they love.

Oh hmm, I think it's hard to pick a favorite thing? But something small would be that Jared really loves how grumpy Jensen can get about little inconsequential things, because a) he thinks Jensen looks cute when he's grumpy and b) because Jared likes pulling him out of it. It's the little things victories.

For Jensen, I think a small quirk would be that Jared usually projects a very tough macho exterior, but he does have a caring heart. So Jensen's always extra endeared when Jared's playing and cuddling with the dogs. It makes him melt a little. There's a picture that Chad took a couple of days after Jared adopted Harley and Sadie and it's Jared on the floor in basketball shorts and a Stanford t-shirt and the puppies are crawling all over him and Harley is basically licking his dimples because he's smiling so much. I don't know if Jared knows that Jensen has seen it, or that it even exists, but it lives in Chad's room at the house, in a drawer for personal stuff and loose ends with a couple of other pics from their time in Palo Alto.

[julians-muscles-and-tits]

A pet play sub/dom x reader fic of Julian with smut, dirty talk, teasing and aftercare? 👉👈

*NSFW PET PLAY JULIAN X READER FIC* "Good Pet"

Julian had a new pet he enjoyed playing with, that pet was you.

He walks into his living room and has in one hand his glass of rum and coke with the ice cubes loudly clinking and in the other he's gripping a silver metal dog lead that's just over 2 feet long. He turns and playfully whistles as you slowly come round the corner with the leash attached to a black leather dog collar around your neck. You're wearing a black leather bra and panties.

As you compliantly walk into his kitchen you're greeted by him and how hot he looks, he's wearing his usual outfit tight black tshirt showing off his muscles and black trousers, a small satisfied smile curls up on his lips as he carefully tugs on the leash leading you over to the couch and sits himself down. He sits very relaxed with both legs apart, one hand on his rum and coke that's on the arm of the chair and the other on the leash. You obediently kneel in front of him staring down at his black leather Harley Davidson boots like a good little pet, you're so close you can smell his cologne and it makes your knees go weak.

“Look at me,” Julian commands firmly and you stare up as you do you're greeted by his handsome tanned face staring down at you, his prominent nose, icy blue eyes and jet black hair, he's smirking smugly showing the dimples on his cheeks he loves how submissive you're being for him he finds it so cute but also hot, dominance is simply something that runs in Julian's veins, he reaches a hand out stroking your cheek tenderly. “Is my little kitten hungry?” You nod fiercely and he grabs a tiny round chocolate sweet from a bag nearby on the table and holds his hand out flat as you eagerly eat it from his palm.

“Attagirl” he silkily praises stroking your cheek with his finger tips his gold ring brushing the side of your face and then he removes the leash from the silver ring on the collar. “Come lay on my lap” You lay on his lap the way you know he wants you to with your arse underneath his wide beefy chest, you can feel the warmth of his body heat, the collar feels thick on your neck. He lovingly carresses your underwear with his big hand and even with the most minimal contact he can feel they're partly soaked. He chuckles lightly.

“Mm someone's awfully wet eh?” Julian coos rubbing the crotch of your panties in a teasing manner, looking down at you as your head is laying sideways on a black silk cushion, those words make your clit throb with desire and your knees weaken even more. “How long has it been since I gave you my cock? A few weeks now?” He rips your panties off in one sweep and exposes your glistening soaked pussy to the air. “Poor baby so horny and desperate for me to fuck you aren't ya? Look how soaked you are tsk tsk tsk” You moan silently arousal spikes through you and you buck your hips uncontrollably on his knee feeling ashamed you had no control over your body's reaction to his playful teasing words, he gently laughs at this finding it amusing. His fingers slide up and down your sensitive flesh becoming drenched and it tickles but feels so good. “You been a naughty girl? You been touching yourself without my permission when I'm not around?” you let out a muffled “No” into the cushion. His fingers travel down and they mildly rub your swollen clit making you emit a loud whine.

“Good. You fucking like that? I bet your pussy is throbbing so bad right honey?” This makes you even wetter to his absolute delight and the pulsing in your pussy is now worse than before and you whimper. “Aw what's the matter sweetheart? Does it hurt? You can't take it anymore?” You look over at him as best you can from the pillow and try to shake your head frantically with tears misting in your eyes for how desperate you are for any sexual relief from him. “Want me to make it better? You want me to make you come?” You twitch your hips again with a small tear running down your cheek and rub your clit against the fabric of his trousers for any kind of relief he'll let you have your hips slowly move forward.

“Yes, God yes please,” you needily whine being reduced to a begging tortured wreck practically humping his knee he smiles devilishly at the slick sopping wetness between your legs and gently begins rubbing your arse cheeks.

“Say the words kitten” Julian purrs seductively.

'“Yes master..please, please make me come'“ Julian takes a sip of his drink and puts it down then from underneath one of his cushions he gets out a hot pink rampant rabbit dildo he turns it on as it buzzes and lightly brushes it up against your entrance. Where the hell did he get that from? You feel him push the hard yet silky toy inside you and your eyes widen in surprise as you gasp. You moan out uncontrollably as he slowly moves it in and out of you but not doing much else to sexually torture you, how cruel. You gasp louder feeling it poke you, you pretend it's his cock, you're so moist you're a filthy saturated mess and you're practically dripping on his knee. He loves it. He's still going at a torturous slow pace and you know because you've used that particular dildo on yourself before that those two “bunny ears” on the underneath side tickle and stimulate your clit in a divine manner you desperately need him to put those on your clit and make you climax you've never needed anything more in your life.

“Juliannnn,” you whine his name as if saying it causes you physical pain. “please make me come, pleeeasse?” He presses down on the button and the vibrating pleasure between your legs stops.

“Why did you stop?” You ask croakily.

“You called me the wrong name” he says sternly.

“Sorry master” you whine and he chuckles triumphantly at what a mess you are and lightly slaps your arse, he presses the button again this time putting it on a higher speed and you spread open your legs as much as you can to encourage him to let the flicking vibrating ears find their way to your neglected clit. They do and it feels like pure heaven as they tickle, flick and vibrate on the bundle of nerves. You close your eyes, gasping and moaning your body squirming on him and the couch.

“Oh my, oh my God” you moan helplessly against one of his silk cushions. He pushes it in and out at a faster pace now.

“You like that you little slut?” His masculine voice teases.

“Mm, yes I love it so much,” you mewl helplessly. “Feels so good..ah” he moves the dildo in and out of your sensitive flesh rubbing the ears against your clit and stimulating it at the same time, it feels like pure sweet bliss and and you can feel the waves of pleasure rippling through you as the heat swirls in the pit of your stomach, he speeds up even more brutally pushing the thick buzzing delight in your cunt you want to cry it feels so good and you know with how big his muscles are that arm is not going to get tired anytime soon. He's looking down with a sly smile as your moans and cries have got louder and you're panting, you keep bucking your hips involuntarily, your nipples have hardened and they're wonderfully brushing up against his jeans everytime you move. Your eyes roll back in your skull Julian pushes your hair out of the way so he can see your wrecked blushing face and your desperate scrunched up expression. He grabs your hair pulling it back ever so slightly forcing you to roll over and lay on your right side staring down at you hungrily like he wants to devour you, he wraps his arm around your chest and pulls you up as you lay sideways but both legs are spread one is on top of the couch, he leans down and kisses your neck softly while he jack hammers you with the toy with the other hand in the most orgasmic way.

“That's it baby you gonna come for me kitten?” He whispers darkly in your ear looking down at you as he drills and twists your cunt with it, the rabbit ears work their magic as you're so close tears are forming in your eyes and your breathing is erratic and out of control, you're moaning so loudly you can barely hear all the dirty awful things he's whispering in your ear. You look up at his black goatee and the cruel grin he has on his face.

“Yes, yes master i'm-i'm gonna come ohhhh fuuuuck!” you breathlessly pant and feel dizzy and then with one last push and one last exquisite stroke of your clit everything feels too hot, your body dissolves into pleasure you feel like there's an explosion it makes you cry out and shake as he holds you close and watches you orgasm. He gradually slows down as tears stream from your eyes spoiling your makeup, he removes the toy and you wince slightly at the loss of contact as he throws it on the floor he looks down at the puddle of your come that gushed from you onto his jeans and some on the expensive stolen leather sofa and he laughs silently, if anyone else had made a mess on that couch he'd be angry but you're his pet and pets get special treatment.

Your breathing has slowed down a bit but you feel light headed, your clit is painfully sore, your head spinning you feel slightly drunk, the powerful orgasm took it out of you and you're done in. He sits you upright so you lay on his chest so gently it takes you by surprise considering he was mercilessly pounding your pussy with a dildo barely 3 minutes ago. He kisses you delicately and wipes the tears away from your eyes with the pad of his thumb. Your hair is a mess, you're a mess and you feel physically shattered. His arms are big and he's so warm, you feel safe and protected in his hold. He knows the rush and emotional impact of this ordeal is something that's hit you like a train.

“You ok honey?” Julian asks calmly rubbing your shoulder reassuringly. You gently nod.

“Such a good girl,” he praises gently in your ear and his somewhat rough hand gently strokes your back. “You came so hard” you begin to cry from how overwhelming yet euphoric the experience was and you wrap your arms around him your face buried in one of his plump pecs and you silently thank him.

“You're welcome sweetheart, since you've been such a good kitten how about I give you a nice bath?” You nod against his chest and he smiles warmly as he kisses your sweaty forehead and princess carries you to his bathroom.

You're naked in the bath tub the water is warm and soapy and you're struggling not to fall asleep as he gently bathes you with a blue wash cloth. When he's done he gets you out of the bath lifting you like you're as light as a feather to him, he gently dries you off and wraps you up in your favorite dressing gown. He princess carries you to his bed lays you down and lets you sleep. You've never been happier to be someone's pet.

#NSFW #smut #x reader #Julian #trailer park boys #pet play #sub/dom #bdsm #sex toy #female orgasm #aftercare #dirty talk #fem reader #fan fic #reader fic #tpb Julian #tumblr ask box #suggestive #reader

[call-sign-shark]

♢ "SHARK" || Top Gun Maverick: OC ♢

Since we have reached 200 followers here, I thought it would be interesting to introduce you to my TGM OC, Shark. The first reason is that she already appears in several one shot, either mentioned or as a tertiary character, for she is readers' best friend. Defacto, she'll continue to do cameos, also in Angel In. The second reason is that it just makes me happy to tell you more about her, even though I know most people are here for actual top gun characters and not for an original character! :) Nevermind, I hope the few people who'll read that introduction will love it. Shark hugs them tight and gives them a friendly bite 💚

♢ Playlist 💚 (put your headphones and enjoy the CHAOS)

♢ Full Biography (PDF)

♢ Shortened Biography:

Seven "Shark" Kriegel is a former navy SEAL sniper who had struggled to change her career path after getting brutally attacked and wounded in Iraq. Only her best friend, you, knows that she is Cmdr Mike "Viper" Metcalf's illegitimate daughter.

From joy to rage-filled, Shark is a soldier of a different kind. Known in the naval base as a fierce and vicious pilot, everyone knows who she is because of her everlasting fangs-filled smile and her common psychotic bursts of laughter. Despite her wild soul and her sometimes suicidal maneuvers, Shark is a reliable and skilled ally working in the Dagger Squad on top of being one hell of a loyal friend. She would help you hide a corpse, believe me.

A lot of crazy in a bit of pretty - Shark's nature tends to be unpredictable and impulsive. Moreover, she tends to laugh with a slight psychotic undertone in her chuckle each time she feels overwhelmed by strong emotions, whether positive or negative. She relies on sarcasm and dark humor to cope with bad situations. These, added to her hyperactive, bubbly demeanor and her love for pigtails lead her friends to call her "Harley", even though she hates it. (which makes me laugh because an adorable anon requested me a Bob or Rooster x reader with Harley as a callsign aha)

♢ Physical particularities

All of her teeth are fang-shaped, except her central incisors

Her platinum blonde hair is not natural, she bleaches it.

She as many scars from Iraq: one thick one crossing her mouth, another one on her left ribs, and three cut on each side of her neck.

She has visible dimples because of her former cheeks piercings

She's small and hates that.

Other info

Usually, she is really close to the readers, who had taken her under their wing.

She's supposed to be Mav's love interest

Her hair is either stylized in pigtail Harley-Quinn style or with Dutch braids. At home she lets them down.

Feel free to ask something to her, she'll be happy to answer

Feel also free to ask for a request of Shark x Mav or Shark x Reader💚

[haredjarris]

as a doll collector i’m actually super impressed they came through somewhat on the facial difference. it would have been SO easy to just have the eye and glue the mask to his face and have buyers and collectors use their imagination, especially knowing that a lot of people would probably keep him in the box and never even touch him, but they didn’t.

wish i could own these dolls but i don’t have a spare £400-£600 knocking around lmao

his little smile i’m

photos are from:

[bluclinic]

6 Different Types of Non-Surgical Body Treatments You Should Know About

If you're looking for a non-surgical body treatment in Harley Street, London, or elsewhere, there are several options available. In this blog post, we'll cover six different types of treatments that can help you look better without surgery.

Cellulite Treatments

If you have cellulite, you're not alone. Cellulite is a condition where fat is deposited under the skin and causes it to dimple. While it can be embarrassing and make you self-conscious about wearing certain clothes or going out in public, there are treatments available that can help reduce the appearance of your cellulite.

There are several different types of non-surgical body treatments available for people who want to improve their appearance without going under the knife. These include massage therapy, laser therapy, and radiofrequency (RF). These treatments aren't always effective and might not work for everyone with cellulite; however, some people claim great results from them, and if nothing else they can provide temporary relief from symptoms like soreness or swelling related to exercise during recovery periods after workouts.

Non-Surgical Nose Job

When you hear the word "nose job" you probably think of the surgical procedure that reshapes the nose. But there's another type of nose job, a non-surgical one.

A non-surgical nose job involves injecting fat into your nostrils to make them appear larger and more defined. The process is pretty simple: a doctor will first numb your skin with anesthetic and then inject fat taken from other parts of your body (like your thighs) into each side of your nostril tissue where it will stay permanently.

You should know that this procedure isn't for everyone; if you have large or wide nostrils already, then adding more volume may not be desirable. However, if yours are narrow and need some extra width and depth to match the rest of your face shape, then this could be just what they need.

Body Contouring Treatments

Body contouring treatments are for those who have lost a significant amount of weight and want to tighten up loose skin. These procedures can be done in-office, or at home with a device that works similarly to liposuction.

The best candidates for body contouring are people who have lost between 20 and 50 pounds and have excess fat around their abdomen, thighs, or arms that they would like removed. If you're not sure if this is right for you, talk with your doctor before proceeding with any sort of surgery or treatment plan.

Mesotherapy

Mesotherapy is a non-surgical treatment that uses a mixture of vitamins, minerals, and amino acids to stimulate the skin. It can be used to treat a range of conditions including cellulite, stretch marks, and scars. During the procedure, you will receive several injections into your skin at specific points on your body. The injections are made using tiny needles that go into your subcutaneous layer (the layer just below your skin) which causes them to swell up slightly over time. This process helps stimulate collagen production within this area as well as increase blood flow, leading to improved elasticity in those areas where mesotherapy has been applied.

Dermapen

The dermapen is a non-invasive treatment that uses high frequency to penetrate the skin and stimulate collagen production. It can be used on many parts of the body, including the face, neck, chest, and arms. The results are similar to those achieved through PRP injections, known as plasma-rich platelets in Harley Street, or elsewhere, but with less discomfort as there is no need for numbing cream or needles.

The treatment takes less than 30 minutes and involves rolling over areas with an electric device called a dermapen which operates at 40 kHz - 40 times per second. This creates micro-injuries within the layers of your skin so they begin healing immediately while also stimulating new collagen growth which helps improve firmness along with reducing wrinkles caused by sun damage or aging processes such as smoking cigarettes over time.

Aqualyx Treatment

This is a non-surgical body treatment that uses water to help your body release its own fat cells. It's been called "liquid liposuction" because it can help you lose inches in the areas you want to slim down without any needles or surgery.

Conclusion:

We hope you have enjoyed reading about the different non-surgical body treatments in Harley Street, or anywhere else, that are available to help improve your appearance. The most important thing is to choose a treatment that's right for you and your needs.

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Halloween Costumes Masterlist

Be the Harley Quinn to my Joker? (ao3) - mikeyspankme michael/luke T, 1k

Summary: Luke picks out couple’s costumes for him and Michael.

Bun (ao3) - FayeHunter luke/ashton E, 1k

Summary: Luke has a nice costume he wants to show Ashton

Dude, puppy costumes are lame (ao3) - purplexhemmings michael/calum N/R, 1k

Summary: Calum and Michael go to a halloween party and Calum seem’s to think its acceptable to dress up as a puppy to a ‘cool kids’ party as Michael likes to think of it.

Fake Blood And Black Lipstick (ao3) - merlypops michael/calum E, 6k

Summary: ‘Michael was panting, his cheeks flaming as red as the flyaway hair sticking to his forehead. He seemed to be attempting to sweat all of his face paint off which was gross as fuck but Calum looked gorgeous and there was black lipstick smeared everywhere and Michael had never had hot zombie-actor-sex in the backseat of his car before but he was so down, he swore.’

Michael thinks Calum makes a cute zombie and Calum just wants to kiss Michael’s neck (probably).

Family Matters (ao3) - FayeHunter luke/ashton T, 2k

Summary: It's Halloween in the Hemmings-Irwin house

Halloween: Cake (ao3) - 5sosquiff luke/calum N/R, 1k

Summary: "Fuck just open the doo-" Michael barged in and saw Calum zipping up his Costume and Luke buttoning up his pants still shirtless a hickey on his neck.

"Uhhh we'll just wait outside." Ashton, dressed like spongebob, said reaching around a frozen open mouthed vampire Michael to close the door

haunted (ao3) - no_clue_who luke/ashton, michael/crystal E, 1k

Summary: Luke checked his makeup over once more, they didn’t have long enough hair to nail the look but he hoped the bow and the wig would work enough for tonight. He fixed the straps of the dress, smoothing it down a bit and turning to look themselves over once more. He checked his hands once more, making sure there was no blood on them, they didn’t want to look messy.

He tucked one more piece of hair behind their ear and then left the bedroom, Petunia following closely behind him. They walked downstairs and saw Ashton, fixing his apron as Penny ran around his legs.

or how not to do a couples costume

Hole In The Ground (ao3) - merlypops luke/ashton T, 3k

Summary: Ashton attends a truly terrible Halloween party and Luke tries to drown him in a punch bowl. Kind of.

Howdy, Partner - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) calum/ashton, michael/luke E, 7k

Summary: When Ashton slipped on that tasseled jacket and those boots, he fucking knew what he was doing.

When he strolled into the party with a bright dimpled grin, put two long fingers on the brim of his hat and tipped it to Calum with a gruff, “Howdy, partner,” he’d known full fucking well what he was doing.

i can't keep drowning in the shadows (you're the only one that matters) (ao3) - beecosmic calum/ashton T, 4k

Summary: in which Calum never really learned how to say no to Ashton.

I Don’t Even Like You (ao3) - scruffylou michael/luke N/R, 5k

Summary: Calum laughed from where he sat on the edge of the bed, dressed as a superhero in a costume his sister made him. “You look scary as hell Luke! And kinda sexy. You look really good.” Luke had painted his face like a skeleton, bone teeth and sunken-in eyes and drawn cheekbones and all, and he’d done a really good job. He was wearing a white trench coat with a black button-down and black skinny jeans and he’d even bought some old combat boots at the local thrift store. As he looked in the mirror again and added a top hat as a finishing touch to give himself a bit of a steam punk look, Calum giggled again behind him. “Dude, you can’t even tell it’s you.”

“Really?” Luke asked, glancing back at Calum before turning back to his reflection and messing with his hair a little bit. “Yeah, if I didn’t know it was you, I wouldn’t know it was you,” Calum said incredulously. Luke smiled and rolled his eyes at that.

Basically, Michael and Luke are both at the same Halloween party, but Michael doesn’t know it.

Sick - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) ot4 E, 3k

Summary: Luke (5:06 pm): calum wont fuck me 🥺

Sometimes A Whisper’s Too Much (ao3) - IfWallsCouldMuke michael/luke E, 2k

Summary: Luke goes to a Halloween costume alone as Rapunzel to meet an attractive bloke dressed as Eugene.

sparkle like bowie in the morning sun (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: Whoever let Ashton think that dressing as a fairy for Halloween was a cute, original, quirky idea really should’ve smacked him in the face or something.

Or, the minute Ashton and Luke put their costumes on for Michael’s Halloween party, they’re stuck as the creatures they’re dressed as for 24 hours. Awesome.

TEETH (ao3) - wickedarcher_08 harry/louis, luke/ashton E, 16k

Summary: Harry and Louis start the night off with their friends like they would any other Halloween, but then things take a strange turn.

[lanigirlsm]

The Call Out

aniya or shorty doo wop as they called her around the campus due to her sorority and TikTok but lil did she know that one of the infamous alphas she had followed on Instagram also had followed her on TikTok and make a video(hyperlink video) so she decided at the next divine 9 even that they had she would talk to him

Alpha Phi Alpha Hoco Party

Not only did niya come a bit different from what asani had always seen on her post. she came with cool dark grey cargos with white and grey Harley davidson baby tee with her light armor blue dunks and her locs in a cute pinned up bun with a couple curly locs hanging out she walked in looking around and grabbing a cup that has down jungle juice in which she knew was goin to have her fucked up later but she needed to put something in her system so as she walks up to him she chugs her drink and taps him

“i heard you was trying to match outfits in the airport so where we going”she asked as she smiles with her brown lined lips that made her dimple poke out and her eyes go chink Asani turns around from facing his boys and likes his lips and smirks”oh so I see yo folks move fast getting word around huh never knew I could have a lovley red in my face like this y'all mf a lil rude” Asani said taking his shades of putting them on top of her head as he took a sip of her drink and she just laughs “you stil yappin and ain't telling me where we going”niya said getting a lil sassy with him and not fully making eye contact with and as he notice that”im take you anywhere u wanna go but I wanna know why they call you shawty doo wop” Asani question the time like his was any better which it wasn't but we will get to that soon but the way it rolled of his Detroit accent killed her in every ascpect “well if you like to know it something common where I'm from when a female can make the world revolve around her and have any man wrapped around her finger”she said with all the cofedince in her heart knowing that this was man she had to be bold with he called her out Many divided 9 wont make relationship liking as open but he was bold enought to so she had to step with the same energy which made Asani chuckle “oh so you saying this lil fun size you working with gon have me stuck what u be doing huh that why these nigga be scared to holla at you” lifngting her Chin up as first time -by Elliotie t as she let her eyes sink into his catching a butterfly which could only mean one thing and this one thing was going to have her stuck for a minute but she forgot that she was standing in front of him and his group of friends

“you gon let me introduce you as mine or I gotta work for that too and watch your every move In case I gotta fuck a nigga up”and she smiles making her dimpled face turn red”ima make you work for it but you should have knew that by now wrapping her arms around his neck and looking at him ‘you wanna get out here cause I can tell that this is not your vibe at all and from the way yo eyes looking like you drunk to much trying to build a courage wall to talk to me”he says chuckling throw niya over his shoulder making her gasp and giggle and dapping up boys letting them know that he was going to be heading out and who to take over the head of the line if they decide to stroll .

[sheinthatfandom]

Finally watching last nights rampage how long was Jericho talking for I had to up the fast forward speed

Danny baby I love you so much and I would actually like to see you feud with Hob and get the win

Harley is so pretty

Ruby is so pretty

Marina is so pretty

HOLY SHIT NYLA!!!!!

Omg Nyla I’ve missed you so much!!!

We need a Nyla match soon come on tk

Unless she’s injured then let her heal up

Actually if she’s injured then let her just harass serpentico and let it be a fun backstage segment

I know people don’t like marina being shoeless but i do lol

I used to be really big into MMA so honestly it doesn’t bother me and I love seeing her footwork cause she’s a fighter and has really great footwork

Nyla chased off saraya!!!!

Harley willingly getting punched just so ruby can get the pin and hold the pants lol okay I’m liking this

Ugh fucking don Callis whyyyy

Takeshita you used to be so over

Not Ricky trying so hard to not laugh at the big black and jacked lol

Look at Ricky’s dimples ahhhhh I love him so much

[angclnumber]

" I'LL KEEP THAT IN MIND ..." shiv murmurs lightly, meeting harley's lips with her own as she leans in . she can't smother her smile as their lips connect, humming happily before she's pulling back only to kiss harley twice more . " the next time you're upset i'll just kiss you ." the words are teasing, light as shiv leans in to press a kiss to the slope of harley's nose . " it'll be an easy fix . i'm sure it'll go really well ." and the crazy thing is shiv can imagine it . she can imagine exactly how it would go, just like she can imagine how it will feel to squeeze into harley's tour bus bunk later tonight, or the thrill she'll be faced with on stage when harley is just a bit too close . shiv can imagine it so clearly that it's almost like she's feeling it now . like she's felt it before and she'll feel it again and again and again . how is she ever supposed to fathom a life without harley when confronted with that ? "are you telling me that you're attracted to other women right now ?" shiv teases back in amusement, her lips twitching even as she presses them to the dimple in harley's cheek . " are you trying to make me jealous ?" shiv has to blink in surprise at the accusation, her jaw dropping playfully as she leans back and defends, " those old people were dying, harley ! that's a very normal thing to cry at !" shiv is pouting playfully with the words, an expression that falls away at harley's kiss and — she doesn't think she could wipe the goofy smile off her face if she tried . she combs her fingers through harley's hair as she says, " let me take you somewhere tomorrow ?"

"maybe, but it's working regardless and that's the important part," harley reasoned, leaning in to kiss shiv some more. she regrets ever involving charlotte in the first place. how could she be so foolish and think that charlotte could ever replace shiv? no one else could ever replace her. not in a million years. no one could ever make harley feel the way shiv did with such ease too. how could shiv not possibly know the power she held over harley? it was disgustingly obvious at this point that harley would do anything for shiv, that she'd crawl back to her each and every time. she smiles when shiv's whining at her to stop, something she'll consider. although she does like pushing shiv's buttons from time to time.

"ooh, don't tease me with a good time. don't you know that i'm attracted to women who terrify me?" harley continues to tease. "mm, maybe. but you've got a little bit of a cheesy romantic within you too. i saw you crying at the end of the notebook." quickly, harley realizes that she's forgotten all about charlotte. she was old news and shiv was the truth. she was here to stay. "you better," harley responds, kissing shiv back and getting lost in the euphoric feeling all over again. "you're my favorite person. that's never going to change."

[tinyspacecowboy]

[sinditia]

Starker Fic - Move Down To Me, Slip Into You - Chapter 1 (Teenker)

Summary: Strip club owner Tony Stark only offers the best of the best in his establishment, so he personally mentors all his new whores before letting them out to dance on stage and take clients. There’s something about one of his newest boys that draws him in more than all the others.

Tags/Warnings: Prostitution. Sex Work. Stripper Peter Parker. Strip club slash brothel setting. Peter/Others. Tony/Others. Open relationship that becomes exclusive Starker over time. Recreational drug use. Smoking. Mutual pining.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3.1k

Tony Stark is reclined on a couch in his office, cigarette hanging off one hand, critically watching one of his girls, Friday, a gorgeous red-head with a banging body, grind on his dick. She’s naked save for her g-string, a bright red slip of a thing that disappears between her ass cheeks. The girl’s got an impressive rack too. Tony would’ve liked to see them bounce with her sinuous movements, but she’s sitting on his lap with her back to him. And besides, this whole thing isn’t for his sake. Not completely, anyway.

On each side of him sits a boy, both barely eighteen, young blood to liven up the place with innocent, fresh faces. They even look similar with their smooth skin, brunet curls, and boyish dimples. Peter’s eyes are a warm brown while Harley’s are a bright blue, but they’re both framed with long lashes that make them look young, guileless, and tempting. They’re both wearing nothing but panties in matching satin, both avidly watching Friday dance, eager to learn what’s expected of them before Tony deems them good enough to work the floor, then maybe even the private rooms.

Tony takes a drag of his cigarette as Friday tightens her core muscles and lifts her weight slightly, circling her hips so that the bulge of Tony’s hard-on through his slacks catches on the plush curves of her ass.

“See this is a pretty killer tease if you can hold yourself up without shaking,” Tony tells the boys. “I know you can probably pull it off, Pete, with those abs of yours. But Harley, you can do with some practice.”

On his left, Harley presses his body against Tony’s side. “I can get in some practice now, if you want, Daddy,” he says, trailing a finger up the man’s bare forearm. Tony had taken off his suit jacket for this demonstration, but he still has his white dress shirt on, a few top buttons undone and sleeves rolled up the elbows.

Tony hums as he regards the boy who looks flushed and aroused and eager to please. “Not right now, baby. I’ve got something else for you to do later. Just watch for now.”

Friday leans back on Tony’s lap, head on his shoulder and a slender arm reaching back to twine around his neck.

Tony grunts as he feels the pressure on his dick increase deliciously with this position. “Now this gives them a great view,” he says, looking down at Friday’s body over her shoulder, getting to see her heaving breasts as she undulates on him. “They’re gonna wanna touch you like this though and if you’re out on the floor you better make sure they don’t. Barnes is there to give you a hand if they don’t take the hint.”

“We can let them touch in the rooms though, right?” Peter asks in a soft voice. Where Harley’s a brazen tease, Peter’s got the innocent act down pat. But Tony’s had them both dance for him when he was recruiting, and he knows the dirty things the two of them are capable of.

“Of course, baby. That’s what the rooms are for. But no one lays a hand on either of you until they pay up. You gotta remember that. Money up front. You can’t go around giving that shit away for free.”

There’s a knock on the door and at Tony’s affirmative, Happy pokes his head in. “Friday’s got a booking in 10 minutes, boss.”

“Alright,” Tony says, patting Friday’s ass. She gets up and flashes him a smile, bending down to kiss him, deep and filthy. “Nice work, baby girl. Make Daddy proud.”

“Will do, boss,” Friday says with a wink, pulling on a short, silk robe before leaving the office with Happy.

Tony takes a final drag of his cigarette and stubs it out. He heads over to his desk, opening a drawer and taking out a little case where he stashes his coke. He tosses it to Harley who begins to carve out neat little lines on the glass coffee table. Tony sits back down between them, watching Harley do a line.

“Take another one, sweetheart,” Tony instructs him. Harley whines a little, but does as he says before handing Peter the rolled up bill, rubbing at his cute little nose. Peter gamely snorts up two lines as well without being told as Tony rubs circles on his bare back. “Good job, baby,” he says, pulling the boy in for a kiss.

Peter’s so sweet and pliable, lips falling open easily and letting Tony lick into him with little persuasion. His moans are soft and languid, like he’s surrendering himself fully to his partner. Tony can already tell he’ll be a big hit with the more dominating clients who like to wreck pretty, virginal young things.

Tony pulls away and turns to kiss the other boy, who’s already looking desperate for the man. Harley kisses him back fervently, hand grasping at Tony’s shirt, arching up his body into him.

“You might wanna slow your roll there, darling,” Tony tells him. “Your job isn’t your pleasure, it’s your clients’.” Tony takes the boy’s hand and places it over his crotch, guiding him to palm lightly over the bulge. “Gently now. Be patient. Do it like you’ve got nowhere else to be, like you can do this forever. Kiss me like that, show me.”

Harley relaxes, sinking into the kiss, nipping lightly, moving his lips against the other man’s with slow, lazy motions. He rubs at Tony’s erection over his pants in a sweet, indulgent tease, feeling out the hard shaft of it with just the right amount of pressure.

“That’s it, just like that,” Tony murmurs. He feels another mouth latch onto his neck as Peter kisses his way up Tony’s throat even as he and Harley continue to kiss. Somewhere along the line they get side-tracked from being a lesson in giving pleasure to taking it. Peter trails his mouth up Tony’s jaw until he reaches Harley’s lips and they settle into a filthy three-way kiss. Tony has a hand each around the boys’ trim waists, pulling them closer to him as he kisses them both.

His boys are so hot. Their smooth, lithe bodies find themselves straddling each of Tony’s thighs, little cocks hard in their panties. Tony grabs a supple ass in each hand and gives it a spank, one after the other, making each boy yelp in pleasured surprise. His fingers trail down the cleft of their asses, slipping in to feel their soft, young puckers through silky fabric. He rubs his fingertips around the rim, feeling them tremble under his touch. He’s itching to fuck them, blow his load in their no-doubt tight little holes. Gotta sample the product before letting it hit the market after all. But all in good time, he’s gotta make sure his boys are proficient in other skills as well.

Tony takes a firm grip around their napes and tugs them off. They have equally dazed looks in their eyes, the high fully hitting their bloodstreams by now. Their lips are pink and spit-slicked and Tony wants to feel them on his cock. But first …

“Why don’t you two kiss for me, hm?”

Peter and Harley’s lips meet together in a filthy wet slide, little pink tongues darting out to taste each other. Even through the arousal clouding Tony’s brain at the sight of them, he notes the way Harley is obviously the more assertive of the two, immediately taking control of the kiss, pulling Peter’s pliant body confidently against him. The other boy lets him, hands running up Harley’s chest almost shyly, whimpering softly in submission. Tony is already picturing in his mind the kinds of shows he’ll have them put on stage. He unbuttons his pants and takes out his cock, stroking it idly as he watches his boys make out.

“Harley, darling, show us how good that mouth is,” Tony tugs at him and the boy goes to his knees on unsteady feet. He then tangles a hand through Peter’s wavy locks. “Watch, baby,” he orders.

Peter plops himself on the couch next to Tony, head resting on his shoulder as he watches Harley take Tony’s thick cock in his mouth.

Harley takes dick like he was made for it. He’s turned some tricks in seedy dive bars and dark alleys before Tony found him. The clientele that frequents Tony’s clubs might be a little different to the dirty truckers the boy’s used to, but a cock is a cock, and Harley knows what to do with one in his mouth.

Tony lets out a contented sigh as he runs his fingers through Harley’s brown curls, enjoying the hot wet feel of that clever tongue swirling around his cock. Harley’s throat twitches around him whenever Tony hits it but the boy is unfazed, taking it deeper and deeper every time like the filthiest dream of a cocksucker.

Peter, though. He’s a sweet boy, a pretty little dancer with a slutty streak that’s just waiting to be unleashed.

Tony looks over to Peter. “You paying attention, kid?” The boy is chewing his lower lip absently, eyes glassy even though he has them fixated on the way Harley bobs his head up and down on Tony’s lap.

“What does it feel like?” Peter asks, glancing up at Tony with those doll eyes of his.

“You never had anyone taste your little cock before, baby?”

Peter shakes his head.

“Well that’s a travesty if I ever heard one.” Tony’s grip tightens on Harley’s hair. “Harley, let’s show him what he’s been missing out on. Gotta know what it’s like to get good head before you can give one.”

Harley grins wickedly, scooching over so he’s kneeling in front of the other boy, pulling at his panties. Peter watches him closely, whimpering a little when Harley licks a wet stripe up the underside of his cute little dick. Harley takes him easily down to the root and Peter arches up with a gasp, gripping hard at Tony’s thigh.

Tony nuzzles at the boy’s smooth cheek, feeling him panting desperately as Harley sucks on him expertly, head moving between his legs. Tony grabs at Peter’s chin, pulling so he’s looking at him with wide, lust-blown eyes.

“That feel good?” Tony murmurs, watching the boy’s face twist in pleasure.

“Uh-huh,” Peter breathes, moaning when Harley deep-throats him.

Tony traces a thumb over Peter’s cherry red lips, dipping in when it parts easily for him. Peter’s mouth closes over his thumb and he begins suckling it on instinct. Tony hums, loving the way it looks when Peter’s cheeks hollow, forming a suction over his finger. “That’s it, baby. Your sweet mouth can make someone feel as good as you’re feeling now. You think you’re ready? You wanna have a go at a real cock?”

Peter nods dazedly. Then he starts whimpering, hips bucking up helplessly when Harley starts bobbing his head up and down his cock.

Tony grips at Harley’s hair, tugging him off before he can get Peter to come. “What did I tell you about patience, boy?” Tony asks sternly.

“Sorry, Daddy,” Harley says breathlessly, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, but his eyes are twinkling with mischief. “Petey just tastes so good.”

“I bet he does. But we’re gonna let Peter have a go now.” Tony turns to Peter. “On your knees, baby, let’s see what you can do.”

Peter settles onto the carpet on shaky knees, kneeling next to Harley. He runs his hands up Tony’s thighs, leaning in to give a tentative lick at the head of the older man’s cock. Peter hums, delighting in the taste, and he moves his tongue in a broad swipes up the thick shaft.

“That’s good, baby. You’re doing so good. Get it all nice and wet for me. It’ll be easier to wrap your lips around it that way.”

Peter grows more confident with the praise, placing filthy, open-mouthed kisses up and down Tony’s cock as his little hand strokes at the base slowly. Tony’s large cock looks obscene next to Peter’s delicate features and he’s overcome with an intense urge to see the boy get utterly wrecked with it.

Tony grips at the back of Peter’s head and coaxes him down until he takes that cock fully into his mouth. Peter convulses as his throat closes around the head. He makes a distressed little sound when Tony holds his head down, making him take it, but he lets go before the boy fully chokes. Tony’s going to need to train that out of him. Bonus points for how fucking good he looks doing it though, with how Peter looks up at him with wide, watery eyes.

“Keep going,” Tony tells him. With a little whine, Peter takes Tony back into his mouth, sucking it in and out, hitting the back of his throat with every downward movement. The stretch of Peter’s pink lips over the girth of Tony’s cock is so filthy, such a pretty boy getting ruined. It’s exactly the kind of visual that’s gonna bring in the big bucks. “That’s it baby, breathe through your nose.”

Finally Tony lets him go and allows Peter to pull off with a gasp. The boy lays there with his head on Tony’s thigh, panting like he’d just danced a full set. Tony runs his hand gently through Peter’s hair. “How was that? Did you like it?”

“You taste so good, Daddy.”

“Yeah? You want more?”

Peter nods weakly, leaning up to place dainty, kitten licks at his balls, then drags his tongue flat up the shaft.

Harley’s impatience rears its head once more and he leans in close, latching his mouth onto Tony’s cock so that he and Peter each have a side to give attention to. Tony groans at the feeling of having two wet mouths moving over his cock, lapping at him hungrily, tongues swirling over the shaft and meeting over the swollen head, licking and play-fighting for the taste of his precum.

“Ohh, fuck,” Tony hisses when both Peter and Harley look up at him through delicate lashes, two pairs of wide eyes, one brown, one blue, watching him with approval-seeking gazes as they mouth at his cock. It’s only through years of discipline and experience that Tony doesn’t blow his load right then and there over those gorgeous, lust-slack faces.

At some point, Harley and Peter start kissing each other, open-mouthed and filthy, eyes fluttering closed as they get lost, moaning in the blissful sensations. They’re not so much kissing as licking into each other’s mouths right over Tony’s cock and the older man can’t help but buck his hips, thrusting himself between the hot slip of their wet pink lips.

Something grazes against his legs and Tony realizes that both Peter and Harley have a hand stuck inside the other’s panties, jerking each other off as they kneel before him.

Tony grabs each boy’s arm and pulls them off each other. “Did I tell you sluts you could touch yourselves?”

The looks they give him are agonized and needy. They writhe and bounce fretfully on their knees, desperate for some attention on where they’re so hard and sensitive.

“Oh, come on, Daddy…”

“Daddy, please…”

Their eyes are wide and pleading, pupils dilated with either lust or blow or both. Their sinful little mouths are hanging open, lips slick and swollen and red, and they keep licking and sucking him even as they continue begging to be allowed to cum like spoiled, bratty little boys.

Absently Tony makes a note to himself never to do any more training sessions with Peter and Harley at the same time if it’s always going to end up with them double-teaming him like this.

Tony grips each boy’s jaw tightly, shutting them up and making them listen. “What did I tell you boys about your pleasure, huh? It’s not yours. It belongs to me, and anyone else willing to fork over the cash. You cum when – or if – we tell you to. You understand?”

Harley is wearing an unmistakeable pout on his petulant lips while Peter looks almost stricken at having disappointed his Daddy, but both boys nod against Tony’s grasp.

“Good.” Tony relinquishes his grip on them to run his hands lovingly through their soft curls. “Now I’m going to let you cum. But only if you can do it without touching each other – or yourselves. You can rub all up on me if you want, but no hands. And you’re gonna keep sucking me off like before until I cum, then you’re gonna clean it off each other with just those clever, little tongues. Deal?”

Harley and Peter nod again, much more enthusiastically this time.

“Words, boys,” Tony reminds them.

“Yes, Daddy, anything-”

“We’ll be so good, Daddy, we promise-”

Tony directs those yapping mouths back onto his cock and they get to work immediately. It’s sloppier this time, hungrier with the way they’re rutting their swollen, panty-clad cocks against his leg like horny little puppies in heat. They’re both so close already, moaning desperately. So young and easy and sensitive. So eager to please too, keeping their mouths slack and open as Tony uses them as he pleases. Tony’s going to make so much money off of them.

Peter is the one who cries out first. His eyes catch Tony’s as he cums, his gaze filled with unbridled lust and desperation. Peter’s orgasm seems to trigger Harley’s and they both moan and pant and whimper over Tony’s lap, hips twitching uncontrollably against the older man’s ankles as they soil their delicate panties with baby boy cum.

Fuck, they’re such a sight to behold. Two gorgeous, nearly naked boys, kneeling and trembling at his feet, their skin glowing with a pink flush and their features slack with pleasure. With a final grunt and jerk of his hips, Tony gives in to his own mounting pleasure and spurts ropes of white all over their pretty faces.

Peter lets out a surprised little yelp, blinking when some of Tony’s cum lands on his eyelashes. Harley giggles and pulls Peter in, nuzzling his cheek, smearing cum on the other boy’s skin before cleaning it off with playful little kitten licks. Peter leans in instinctively and they kiss and lap at each other, moaning contentedly at the taste of Tony’s ownership over them.

Tony groans, watching his boys make out filthily. If he hadn’t just come his fucking brains out, he’d be hard again immediately at the sight Peter and Harley make as they share the man’s cum between their lips.

Tony lets out a satisfied sigh. He’s going to make so much money off of them.

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continued in Chapter 2

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[lyssismagical]

Cause I remember the rush when forever was us

parkner. Their future is unbelievably bright but Harley's still having troubles making peace with Peter's superhero gig.

3k words

tw: none? swearing ,,, discussions. Past near-death. Hospitals. Getting Older. Not quite arguments. Past Break-Up. idk lol

There wasn’t much Harley was sure of.

He was never really sure if his dad would come back. His mom never had job security, so their lives were always on the line. They never knew if the rug would be pulled out from under them, if their house would be taken by the bank again, if they’d be able to afford gas or if they’d have to walk the nearly ten miles it takes to get to school.

There was never really anything secure. Nothing Harley could count on.

The one thing Harley did know, the one thing he was absolutely sure of, was that Peter Parker would have wrinkles by the time he was twenty-five.

Peter always made a face when he was thinking too hard. His eyebrows would furrow, eyes squinting a little bit, and his nose would crinkle just enough that his forehead would wrinkle.

And that’s the thing about Peter. He’s always thinking too hard, too much, too seriously.

The only time he wasn’t thinking too much, he was smiling or laughing or talking in that way that he’d get crow’s feet and he has the sweetest little dimples that show.

Peter having wrinkles early in life was inevitable to Harley. He studied Peter’s face enough to know. And trust him, he spent a lot of time studying Peter.

He first comes to this conclusion when they’re seventeen and most of their time is spent when Peter’s studying and Harley’s pretending to. They’re getting closer and closer to graduation day and Peter’s desperate to get his GPA up enough to get a scholarship or two for MIT, he doesn’t need it, Tony’s offered a thousand times over to cover it, but he doesn’t want ‘pity money’ as he calls it. He cuts back on his hours out and stops skipping school as much as he can. He starts doing his homework more frequently and genuinely studying despite everyone knowing he can get easy A’s without studying if he just tried. But he works hard.

Harley doesn’t need to, he’s been an avid studier and he always finished his homework, he’s already on track for a perfect GPA, he doesn’t need to do any extra credit. So his time ‘studying’ with Peter is mostly spent reading or playing video games.

Peter’s face for the entirety of their last year in high school is a constant state of thinking. His brain never stops running.

The next couple years are spent trying to balance a job, university, an internship, his extra curricular, relationships, and trips back home as often as he can. It’s understandable why he’s as stressed as he is and why Harley just gets more and more certain that the wrinkles will come.

After college, Peter decides to go to graduate school, so the stress continues.

Now, mid-summer after Peter’s graduation with his Master’s degree, Harley finds he was right.

Peter, face slack and peaceful as he sleeps in on a Saturday morning, gives Harley the perfect opportunity to study his expression. He’s twenty-four, birthday coming up in just two months, and Harley was right. There’s a distinct wrinkle between his eyebrows and his crow’s feet are prominent even without a smile. Maybe the idea of them aging should freak him out, but it doesn’t. They’ve managed seven, nearly eight, years together, so far, and every day that he gets to watch his partner age is everything he could’ve ever asked for, especially considering the dangers Peter faces in his day-to-day life. The wrinkles are just proof of the life they’ve had the chance to spend hand-in-hand and god isn’t that a wonderful thing. He’s the luckiest person alive.

Peter’s face shifts, just a fraction, and his fingers tighten their hold on Harley’s old t-shirt. “Time’s it?”

“Almost noon.”

“Jeez,” Peter says, eyes blinking slowly before shutting again. “What happened to early morning groceries and breakfast?”

“You deserved to get some rest.”

Peter buries his head into Harley’s side, failing to stifle a yawn. “You fed Freddie?”

Freddie’s their dog, a little corgi. It was their first order of business when they could move out of their shitty apartment near campus. He’s sleeping on his nice bench at the end of the bed.

“He’s been fed and been outside. He’s a perfectly happy pup.”

“Tha’s good.” He already sounds half-asleep again, sleep-warm and smelling like fresh laundry and cinnamon, taking up the space against Harley’s side like he’s always meant to. “You up?”

“Yeah, but you can sleep some more, I don’t mind.”

Peter shakes his head, slowly rolling over onto his back, with a yawn. His hair falls like a halo around his head, sunlight turning his brown curls golden. Freddie perks his head up from the end of the bed before repositioning himself and shutting his eyes.

“I meant it,” Harley says. “You can spend the whole day in bed. God knows you deserve as many lazy days as you wish.”

Peter yawns again, fist coming up to rub his eyes. “Nah, I wanna do domestic things with you like groceries and cleaning and taking Freddie for a walk. Plus, I promised I’d go down to see Morgan tomorrow which leaves only today with you.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure. Just need a coffee or two first.”

Harley grins. “Lucky for you, I’ve already got a pot of the expensive grounds on.”

“Have I told you I love you?”

“You have.”

“Well I really really love you.”

“Good, I’ll bring you a cup, stay there.”

Harley heads out to the kitchen, Freddie close on his heels. He grabs Peter’s favourite mug, an old, worn mug that says World’s Best Intern on it and Harley’s favourite which is a Spider-Man mug, of course.

Peter’s already mostly asleep by the time Harley returns with the coffees. He stirs when the bed dips with Harley’s weight and he smiles lazily.

“Falling asleep,” Peter says.

“I’ll say it again, you’re fully allowed to sleep through the day, I really don’t mind.”

“No, it’s okay.” He stretches his arms above his head, triceps flexing and shirt lifting deliciously. If Harley’s hands weren’t full, he’d absolutely take full advantage of Peter’s sleep-warm state, but alas. “I’m determined to hang out with you today.”

Peter sits up against the headboard, slumping into Harley’s side, and accepts the offered coffee, breathing in the smell.

Harley presses a kiss to his temple. “If you’re sure, honey.”

Peter sips his coffee and practically moans. “This is so good. Thank you, you’re the best. I love you.”

“Yeah, love you too, baby.”

Peter’s mostly quiet as he drinks his coffee, and Harley admires his boyfriend unashamedly, not like how he used to all those years ago, stealing glances when he thought nobody was looking.

They have plans to get married eventually, of course they do, after eight years dating, but they’re in no rush. The only wishes they have is to get married while their family is around to see them, Macy and May, Abbie and Morgan, Tony and Pepper. Tony offered to walk one of them down the aisle since both of their fathers aren’t around, but May and Macy had already been given those roles for the day, so Tony’s promised to be minister instead.

Peter’s said that he doesn’t care for a big proposal either, and Harley’s still uncomfortable at the idea of doing anything too big in public as two men. He hates that even now, he gets nervous holding Peter’s hand around new people, but it’s the easiest way to stay out of trouble, and Peter’s never complained. Harley’s working on it, especially since they live in a relatively safe city, especially with Spider-Man looking over them, but it’ll take time.

Harley finishes his coffee first and sets his mug on the nightstand and then leans over to smooth his thumb over the wrinkle between Peter’s eyebrows. The superhero huffs in annoyance.

“I don’t know what your obsession is with my wrinkle, but it’s weird. I’ve put up with a lot of weird things you like, but that’s not one I can get behind. I’m old and stressed and it’s not a good thing.”

Harley laughs, a fond smile permanently etched on his face. “Of course I don’t like that you’re stressed, but I love that you’re getting old.”

“I’m twenty-five,” Peter pouts.

“When I met you, I honestly didn’t think we’d get much time together,” Harley admits quietly. “With your Spider-Man gig and showing up at the Tower every other night to be patched up from some potentially life-threatening injury, it made it very hard to believe that we’d get through high school, let alone eight whole years. It’s just, it’s incredible.”

Peter kisses him gently. “You’ve gone soft, Keener.”

“God, I know. Look what you’ve done to me, Parker.”

Peter sets his mug down too, just in time for Freddie to come bounding up onto the bed, begging for kisses and pets, which he, of course, gets because he’s a spoiled baby. Peter talks in adorable baby talk to Freddie, smiling and kissing his head, and getting him to do tricks, until Freddie gets tired and moves back to his bench to lie down.

“And you said I was soft.”

“I never said I wasn’t,” Peter argues. “But, in my defense, Freddie was your idea.”

“You were the one who said you wanted a baby. I was simply deescalating your crazy idea.”

Peter laughs. “I was drunk and it had been the day after Morgan’s birthday, so you can’t blame me.”

“I still can’t believe Ned’s having a baby. It feels like yesterday we were all just kids fucking around in the Academic Decathlon room.”

Peter’s so warm against Harley’s side, and his smile is so unbelievably infectious, and god Harley is so in love.

“Imagine how I feel. I’ve known Ned since he was like three feet tall and couldn’t read to save his life. And now he’s married and having a baby and paying taxes and working a nine-to-five. It’s crazy.”

“We’re all grown up, huh?”

Peter’s expression manages to soften even more. “Yeah, I guess we are.”

“It’s not a bad thing.”

“No…” Peter still doesn’t sound so certain. “I just can’t imagine everything changing more than they already have. I’m- It’s unbelievable how lucky I’ve gotten, everything I have, how happy I am, and I don’t want things to change from how they are now.”

“Is change really such a bad thing? Our future, a wedding one day, kids maybe, helping Morgan through high school and college, Ned’s baby, Flash’s foster daughter, who knows what else.”

Peter shakes his head. “I’m excited about all that, of course I am, but May’s past sixty. Tony’s going on seventy. I can’t imagine losing them.”

“Oh, honey, I didn’t mean…”

“No, I know, it’s just been a background thought for a little while now. With May’s birthday coming up and Tony and Pepper’s anniversary, it’s just, it’s a lot, you know. The idea of losing either of them.”

Harley tightens his grip on his boyfriend. “You still have plenty of years with both of them. You have time to prepare yourself, and when it does happen, it’ll be their time, and that’s okay.”

Peter nods and goes quiet, curling into Harley’s side.

They stay like that for a while, simply basking in each other. It’s easy, being with Peter is, it wasn’t always so simple, it wasn’t always so daydreamy. There were times when Harley couldn’t get past the idea of losing him, times when he’d convince himself it would be better to cut Peter out himself than to lose him to his side-gig. There were times when Harley hated Spider-Man, hated that Peter prioritized it over him and them, hated going to bed alone, hated waking up to messages from Tony saying that Peter would be spending the night in the Medbay, hated the nights he’d help patch Peter up in their bathroom, hated the days spent holding Peter’s too-cold hands in that damn hospital bed.

There’s a part of Harley that still hates Spider-Man, hates that his heart chose the route that would end in the most pain.

Thinking about the future, it’s a reminder of how invested he is in all of this. He can’t imagine a future without Peter, he doesn’t know what he’d do if he lost him, and that chance is always so much higher whenever Peter slips on the suit and ducks out to fight crime.

“What are you thinking about?” Peter asks, sitting up to look at him properly, doe brown eyes filled to the brim with love just for Harley.

“You. Us.” Harley’s surprised to find his voice wavering and thick with emotion. It breaks when he says, “I just really love you.” And tears flood his eyes.

“God, Harley, I know I called you soft, but this is pushing even my emotion tolerance,” Peter jokes. It makes Harley laugh which sends a few tears over the edge.

Harley shakes his head when Peter looks genuinely concerned and laces their fingers together. “Can you believe that nineteen-year-old us made it here?”

Peter laughs a little, drawing Harley’s hand up to his face to kiss his knuckles. “We were dumb kids back then.”

“I was stupid.”

“Sure, but I wasn’t exactly easy to deal with.”

“It’s not…” He trails off, knowing Peter’s past the insecurities with their relationship. It’s a joke, easy to deal with, it’s not a worry. “It was never about you, it was about trying to protect me.”

“I know, Harley. That was six years ago. I’ve long since forgiven you, I hope you know that.”

Harley shakes his head again. When they were nineteen, Harley had broken up with Peter, moved out of their shared apartment just outside of MIT’s campus, had isolated himself from Peter as much as he could. It was a hard four months for both of them, but it wasn’t long until Harley was begging for another shot.

“You’d been in that damn hospital bed for three days,” Harley says, more nostalgia than anything. When he’d been sitting there, back aching and feet asleep, he’d gone through pretty much every emotion under the sun, but he’s had a long time to heal. “I was told that you might not make it.”

“What?” Peter lets go of his hand and sits up straight. His eyebrow furrows and his wrinkle deepens. “You never told me that.”

Harley swallows audibly, cards a hand through his hair. “It was the first time they’d ever told me that. It was always he’s strong, he’ll pull through, nobody had ever pulled me aside to tell me that hope might hurt.”

“God, honey, I’m so sorry.”

“Tony threw a chair when he was told,” Harley says with a beat of laughter. “Told the doctors he’d pay them any number they wanted if it meant you’d be okay. Course that’s not how it works, but you know Tony.”

Peter’s face is still in shock and sympathy, hands covering Harley’s shaking ones.

“I prayed,” Harley says, voice thick. He refuses to meet Peter’s gaze. “I’d sit at your bedside and whenever I was alone, I’d pray to a god I don’t think exists. I almost lost you, I believed I had, I couldn’t keep going with us when that was always going to be a possibility, that there would be a time when it wasn’t an almost or a close-call or a he’s lucky. It thought it would be easier to turn my back.”

Peter’s grip tightens. “Why are you telling me this?”

“There is no my future, it’s only ever ours, and I- I thought I had made my peace with Spider-Man, but…”

“Harley, you know I can’t hang up the suit, we tried that, remember? And I can’t do it.”

“I’m not asking you to, love, I just…” Harley swallows again. “We both grew up without our dads. If we decide on kids, if we… I can’t do this without you. I don’t care how soft or codependent or desperate it sounds, there is no me without you. You’re scared of losing May, I’m scared of losing you.”

Peter’s shoulders slump and for a moment he’s quiet, both of them looking down at their hands, folded over each other’s.

“I can’t make any promises, Harley. I’m more careful out there now than I ever have been. You’re not that stupid nineteen-year-old, but I’m not that reckless kid either.”

“I can’t lose you.” Harley finally meets Peter’s eyes, surprised to find wet eyelashes and red cheeks. He presses their foreheads together. “I want you forever. I want to be ugly and wrinkled and ninety in some old folks home with you. I want all the nurses to hate us for being so sappy and soft. I want our grandkids to come visit and to tell them stories about my husband who’s the greatest hero known to New York. I want forever.”

Peter grins, stupidly in love. “I’m careful, Harley. I’m safe. I’ll do everything in my power to give you that future, but I can’t hang up the suit, not right now, not yet.”

“I’d never ask you to, for the record.”

Peter lets out a sigh, pulling away just a fraction. “You’re more important to me than anyone, anything. I’ll always come home to you.”

Harley nods, sniffles, wipes his sweater sleeves over his eyes. “I didn’t want to-”

“Don’t apologize for having this kind of discussion with me. I’m glad we talked. I don’t want you to have all these feelings stuck inside because you don’t want to bother the peace. I want to know every thought that passes through that big head of yours.”

“Every thought?” Harley says, grinning mischievously.

Peter rolls his eyes, but nods nonetheless.

“We should make pancakes for breakfast. I want to kiss you. I love your wrinkle. Let’s get married. We need to pick up tissues. Morgan’s graduation’s coming up and we should get matching suits and find the best way to embarrass her. I-”

“Slow down, Keener. Let’s start with pancakes and then we’ll discuss.”

“I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Pancakes. Let’s go. Get your butt out of bed and please tell me we still have flour.”

There wasn’t much Harley was sure of.

But this?

No question. He’d live the rest of his life with Peter at his side.

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[empirexsin]

“ he made fun of me, doc ” he is sharp with this accusation. this truth. “ they invited me on the show to make fun of me ” he thinks about it, quietly. how he had wanted to kill himself on stage. how that had been the plan all along. he would allow himself to be performative and engaging, before he would shoot himself in the head. it seemed the best option. perhaps then people would have recognised he was suffering. that every day of his life has been overthrown by a big black cloud hovering above his head. that he can't catch a break. that no one will talk to him without mocking him. that no one will shed a kind word. that he has been unable to form any relationship, of any kind, simply because he is seen as a puppet to be controlled and played with - no matter how roughly. that even the smallest of touches make him flinch now. but why wouldn't they? everyone has been the opposite of gentle with him.

“ in...in front of all those people! ” he becomes more animated with his exasperation. even now he can't understand why he's the butt of the joke. why throughout all of his life he has been the butt of the joke and why no one has come to his defense. no one has been nice to him. his mother, penny, had told him that he had been put on this earth to make people 'happy'. while there's reports that she only said this to him as a child to make him feel better about his uncontrollable laughter, he has started to think that his existence has made people happy not through his jokes, but by being an object for them to poke fun at, or allow their violent tendencies to be unleashed upon. “ no one brings that up ” he mumbles. “ all i hear is ' wah, wah, wah. murray's dead ' ”. his decision to be less conscious of his words, more confident, perhaps, is not a reflection on arthur but a glimpse of joker. as though two egos fighting against one another inside his brain. arthur is full of pain and trauma and hurt. joker is a defense mechanism. a protector.

he leans forward slightly now when she shows him her notebook. eyes wandering across the page. he looks at her fingers and fingernails. how sometimes he thinks harley could be compared to those models in a sears catalogue. well put together. the opposite of him, who instead is dishevelled and run down. when she speaks, the words hang in the air and ring in his ears.

i like it.

for a moment, the words seem to stall him. as though they've run over a tripped wire in his brain. soothing and painful all at once. before a smile paints across his lips, causing his dimples to become prominent. not hidden behind clown makeup. deep and genuine. “ i like... you ” he responds, calm and careful. knows that such a phrase could make her push some big red button and get the guards in the room, beating him with accusations he's bothering her. that he's a creep. he's been called it before. he stubs out the remains of his cigarette on the metal leg of the table. slightly leaning with it. *as if he's one of those punch and judy dolls. “ maybe i'll get you a vip seat when they fry me ”

Life was cruel, and Gotham City was nothing more than a meat grinder, the meat goes in and it is chewed up and spat out and you are either holding the crank to turn it or you are one of the unlucky souls to be chewed out and spat out, it was the biggest city within the entire world, and it was nothing other than darkness, all of them, like rats caught here, fighting to survive, but there are rules, there are laws, there is a system, otherwise, there is chaos and anarchy in the streets, that he had started himself. The city was falling apart, the murders that have been linked to him, was only the start, a snowball effect in many ways to be honest, people are fighting, people are taking to the streets, the symbol of the clown, was linked to him and it was costing the city lives, the poor fighting back against the rich, people dying in the streets, and he was within the middle of it. a symbol of hope, for those who had lost it.

A voice for the voiceless.

“Sometimes people slip through the cracks, sometimes the system fails, sometimes we are brought to this moment, I am trying to help you.” She had read the reports, the story he had painted, how much of it was the truth, how much of it was nothing more than a series of lies being spun out to paint him in a certain kind of light, to make one feel sorry for him? She had to admit, it was working on her, she felt sorry for him, sitting her within this room, she could see not a murder, not a monster, not this killer clown that everyone was scared off, that everyone thought was going to be the end of the city and the people within it, all she could see, was a man wanting to be helped, and yet he was unable to see her efforts are for that, she was trying to help him, her own way. The other way, will not bring the results, it would do nothing but break him, leave him shattered and broken, drooling and placed within a white padded cell, where he will remain for the rest of his days, her method, was to try to merely speak to him, nudge him here and there, it did not help matters, that he was charming, charismatic, and above all else, he was funny. He makes her smile, he makes her laugh, but she has to remain straight faced at all times, she was working with him, not against him, she had to draw the land between them, between doctor and patient.

“Laughter, directed at you, or laughter, that was with you?” As she asked, if they had been laughing at him, or laughing with him. “He gave you, your big break?” As she asked, seeing the reports, known the show, everyone in Gotham watched, in the entire country as well. A man like Murry, was famous, talented and respected. He helped people, he denoted to charities, he did his part for the city and the people, he did what he thought was right, but that never stopped what happened, from happening. “This was your golden chance.” To make people smile, to entertain on a grander stage than he was used towards, so the question was, why did he kill the man, that took a chance on him, why him, why not the producer, the director, the guests, the audience, why did he kill the man that tried to make him a star. “I remember seeing you, and leaning forward from my chair to see what you would do.” As she would admit the truth to him, that the moment he walked onto the stage, she was capitated by him. “I did watch it, the same as many others did.” But unlike them, she was not horrified, she did not turn the show off, scream, call the police, call for aid, or believe it was a stunt, she just watched him.

“My reports for my boss.” As she said, turning the notepad around, moving one page and hiding it underneath, the more serious one, as often she merely doddles, she writes down her jokes, she draws him, she paints little pictures of him and her, holding hands, little hearts all around, but this, was her work for her boss, about his progress, which was not going as well as they would want, but it would mean, she would get more sessions with him, more meetings and more chances to be in his presence and that was what she wanted more than anything else within the entire world. “You only have one side.” As she would glance up at him. “And I like it.”