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ddagent · 1 month ago
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The Hangman and the Penguin
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janethrlsworld · 1 month ago
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'Me and you, and you and me, no matter how they toss the dice, it had to be. The only one for me is you, and you for me so happy together.' 👒❤️💜☂️
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josephinekhawaja · 25 days ago
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The show’s official Facebook captions the post “A complicated history.” Well, no shit. My only consolation in the back half of the series might just be imagining what might have been had Arkham Asylum never come into the picture. They kind of give me Xia Ling x Razor Fist vibes — my Shang-Chi OTP — and I am down for that.
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i-smoke-chapstick · 2 months ago
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‘SAILOR SONG,
-THEPENGUIN!SOFIA FALCONE X READER-
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⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; You run into Sofia at Berto’s funeral. You’re the only one who can calm her down.
⋆ tags/warnings. sofia falcone x female reader. ANGST AND COMFORT!! Might make this a series if anyone likes it enough <3 she’s my literal BABY im so in love with her it makes me want to kms! she deserves SO much better i just wanna give her a hug (and a kiss). slight homophobia mentions, past relationships (but unclear), THE HANGMAN!!!!! Based on 1x2, bertos funeral ! she is my girlfailure wife and i need her
♫ “Begging, baby, would you please? / Do the things you said you'd do to me. / And when we're getting dirty, I forget all that is wrong / I sleep so I can see you 'cause I hate to wait so long.” Sailor Song by Gigi Perez
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High tides. That’s what Gotham is, after the haunted return of the Batman. At least, that’s all you see around you now. Theres blood in the water, and the sharks have all come to hunt.
You think it’s all bullshit. The bat, the Riddler, this fucking funeral. You hardly knew the man, and you know it’s a waste of time. Everyone dressed in black here is only cutting their losses. It’s all out of fear. Berto was unabashedly himself. And that was weak. He tried too hard to be his father.
You scan the funeral, which might as well be a party for some of these fuckers, and hold your breath. Okay, maybe you’re more upset than you’d like to admit. Nihilism appeases the soul where optimism does not. You’d only had very few conversations with him, but he was…nice, to some extent.
It’s a day of mourning. And that’s what you do. Memories come to you in unsafe and ungrateful waves, alerting you of every interaction you’d ever had with the man of the night.
“Hey, so,” He scratched the side of his head with his index finger. “Wha- What’s up with you and my sister?” A bitter smile on his face, nose scrunched in faux curiosity. You’d known better. You grew up your entire life in Gotham, and you had known a thinly veiled threat when you’d heard it.
“Sofia?” You’d asked, lighting a cigarette. The sunset flooded through Italy’s streets. It wasn’t your first summer here. You took a long drag of smoke, thinking of how to phrase your answer. The Falcones weren’t stupid, none of them were, not really. “Nothing.” You settled on, dabbling it out in the ash tray. “Why?”
You’d expected some bullshit to fly from his mouth. The family…That you were an outsider. That whatever the two of you had going on was distasteful. A woman and a woman. Not a good look in the papers. Weak willed woman frolicking together in Gotham’s underground. You expected him to insult you, and her. What would their father think?
But Alberto didn’t say anything like that.
“If you hurt her,” He began, and you felt yourself visibly recoil. “I’ll have to, you know,” He motioned with his hands, forming a gun with his forefinger against his temple, and a pew sound. “Pop your top.”
Returning to yourself, you find it in yourself to be greatful. For Alberto, not ratting the two of you out. Whatever you two had…was more than the both of you ever managed to let on. Small touches here and there, kisses when you played house. Laughing underneath streetlamps, painting her nails. And then she got locked up in Arkham. Your best…friend.
And now she’s finally released. Idiots with poster boards outside begging for her return to the loony bin. She’s somewhere in this house, on the same floor as you.
You mindlessly sip on your glass. Alchohol is your real friend tonight. The undergrounds in shambles, the entire city is. What’s stopping you from leaving? You don’t know. Not until you see her.
She trails in the room, and the first thing you hear are overwhelming whispers. You don’t pay attention to them, how could you? Her hair tied up messily, sticky bangs and beads of sweat on her forehead. Her makeup is neat, but just barely smudged.
She’s bug eyed as she enters, chest heaving in…anger? fear? She pays much more attention to the whispers than you do, you realize.
“She’s crazy,” You hear from behind you. Faces hide behind there glasses and hands, leaning down and gossiping amongst themselves. It makes you sick. She makes you sick. Even more so, as she seems to lose herself. It starts with a small bite, digging at the finger food, before she picks up heaps of it in her palms. Over and over and over again…
“That’s enough,” You whisper, sternly, grabbing her forearm. Her mouth almost drops open with the food, eyes widening even more. She stops chewing, and for a moment, it seems everything and everyone is finally scilenced.
She doesn’t say a word in her shock, her arm falling down. She lets you guide her out the room, and the both of you ignore the comments from passerbys.
When you finally reach an empty room, you close the door. Her blood runs cold, and she’s perpelled to the edge of the room, like a cornered and vulnerable prey animal.
“What are you doing here?” Sofia drawls, clearing her throat. Her cheeks are tinged pink from embarassment, and her nose twitches in frustration.
“I knew him too.”
“No, you didn’t.” She remarks, firm in her stance. Her jaw is clenched tight, and you sigh. You make your way over to a couch, sitting down lazily. It doesn’t feel how it used to.
“Yeah, I didn’t. But I got an invitation.”
She ignores you. Straight to the point.
“You’ve heard. What they are saying about me, out there.”
“Hard not too.”
She scoffs, letting out a hmph noise. She turns away from you, blinking.
“Well. Do you believe it?” She tests, arms crossed. You feel your eyebrows scrunch, and you give her a once over. You want to scream at her, that she isn’t crazy. That whatever she’s done isn’t her fault, not completely. But you can’t claw the words out- not after not seeing her in years.
“You do, don’t you?” She continues. She stops pacing the room to take a seat parallel to you. You bite your tongue.
A beat of silence, and something in her dark eyes takes it as your final answer. Theres something deeper, darker swirling in them you can’t quite place. She’s not the same girl you knew as a child.
“No,” You whisper, finally, and watch her perk up. “You’re not crazy.”
She stays silent as she looks at you disbelievingly. Like you’re saying it simply to appease her. You find it in yourself to let the tension melt away, leaning back into the cushions.
“You don’t need help.” You affirm, and her expression is unreadable. “You aren’t broken. Or whatever those fuckhead doctors told you in Arkham. You’re just…” You trail off, needing to word this right. “You’re just your fathers daughter.”
You expect her to ask ‘what thats supposed to mean?’ but she doesn’t. No…she looks too vulnerable in this light to fight back against you. Again, silence sounds, and you wonder if you’ve made a mistake.
It’s only when she speaks, voice trembling, do you see her resolve break.
“Why didn’t you visit me?” It’s quiet, almost a whimper, and her voice breaks. “In Arkham?”
There it is. The question you’d been dreading, mostly because you didn’t know the answer yourself.
Her eyebrows are pulled together, nails clenched into her own skin. You go to tear them from her palms, opening them up to find the marks. She doesn’t say a word. She makes no move to push you away. She’s too tired. She’s greiving, her father, her mother, her brother, her sanity.
You lean down, and press a gentle kiss to her nails. A strangled sound is ripped from her at the action, and you notice how her eyes turn glossy. You decide to ignore the question for now, watching tears finally slip from her eyes. She’d been holding them in for what felt like forever. But not with you, she finds, she could never hide anything from you.
You pull her in, embracing her for all its worth. She immeadiatley falls into you, open mouthed sobs against your shoulder. You hug her tight, and it feels blissful. After so long of only seeing her on TV reports and pictures, touching her, feeling her, is heavenly. Just like it used to be.
She still smells the same. Her makeup runs as she cries into your shoulder, and you gently hush her. You pet her head and hair, cradling her like she’s fragile glass about to break. She’s yours. You’re hers. You always have been.
Rocking her back in forth, you place a kiss on her forehead. When she leans into you, you place more. Soft little pecks across her skin, to her head, wrist. You kiss all her tears away as they fall. Sweet and salty, wetting your lips. You feel her try to catch her breath.
She pulls away from you, hair messy. Her lips are parted, and her pupils blown, and theres a silent promise in the air between the two of you. I’m with you. Im on your side. I am the woman who wants you to win.
Her hand trails to your cheek, and she looks at you worshipfully. Her eyes flit to your lips, as if asking, begging for just one.
You nod. You could never deny her anything. She leans in, tentiavley, before connecting your lips. Memories flash through your head. She tastes the same, acacia honey and cigarette smoke. Besides yourself, you deepen the kiss, and she responds tenfold.
Her hands thread through your hair with a gentle tug, as if there is a feral need buried underneath her skin, to possess you. Remind herself you are here, and you are hers, not an illusion. Not a nightmare. She would kill for you.
You have to almost fight her to part for air, pulling away with heavy breaths. She doesn’t let you get far, resting her forehead against yours.
For better or for worse, she has stuck her claws in you. You realize she will not let you go. Not tonight. Not tommorrow. Not ever.
Breath intermingling, her body heat radiating against yours, you can’t find it in yourself to care.
You stay like that, unanswered questions still plaguing the silence. You’ll answer them one day. For now, you choose only to lose yourselves in one another.
You regret not telling Alberto the truth before he died. She’s not nothing to you. She’s everything.
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youronebraincell · 19 days ago
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I just know that Sofia uses sex as a grounding technique. The only way she can truly calm down is being skin to skin with her girlfriend. Kissing her, looking deep in her eyes. Generally being very possessive and close to her. She’d be very verbal and talkative during sex. Talking about how stressful her day was, how she’s feeling, her fears, her worries. They’re all laid bare into her woman’s bare skin until it all washes away and all she can think about is the angel kissing her and telling her it’s all going to be okay. That she’s here and she’s never leaving Sofia
Sofia Gigante x fem!reader
I’ve never written a self-insert fic but I got this ask and couldn’t resist so bear with me.
Warning: spoilers for the first five episodes of The Penguin, angst, implied homophobia, mild fluff, reference torture/abuse, smut, spit as lube, strap-on, rough sex, masturbation, minor voyeurism, sustaining injury, possessiveness, floor sex, tribbing, cunnilingus
Word count: 3K
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Though she kept it well-hidden, Sofia was extremely anxious most if not all of the time. With the stress of the foundation and being the daughter of mob boss Carmine Falcone, you were the only thing that kept her sane.
Then she got sent to Arkham.
You didn’t see or talk to her for over a decade, but not for the lack of trying. Carmine forbade you from going to Arkham by ‘kindly suggesting’ that Sofia take this time away to work on herself until she’s all better. It didn’t surprise you.
He had never approved of your.. close relationship with his only known daughter.
But then he passed away.
You and Alberto were able to file for an appeal for Sofia’s release. The judge that previously handled her case was found unresponsive in his chambers a week before Carmine’s death.
You saw this as an opportunity to get a new judge, someone who wasn’t on Carmine’s payroll, to review the case. It didn’t take long before Sofia was exonerated and released back into society.
Sofia was different.
The light in her eyes had dimmed. Her smile, once so bright and blinding, had become faint and bittersweet. Every response, every move she made seemed premeditated.
Sofia stayed at your place. You didn’t think it would be good for her to go back to the Mansion so soon. To your surprise, Alberto agreed.
You didn’t mind that he stuck you with two of his guards stationed outside of your apartment in the process. All that mattered was that you had Sofia.
You gave her space even though it was the last thing you wanted. Sofia must’ve had the same thought because on her first night in your apartment, you awoke to the sound of her settling beside you on your worn-out couch, her breath soft and even against your neck. She kept her hands to herself. You did the same.
Yet when morning came, her arm was draped over your waist and your hand was close to her chest. When your eyes fluttered open, you saw big brown eyes staring right at you.
“You still snore.”
You let out a laugh.
The corner of her mouth tugged upward into a smile. It was small, but you didn’t care.
It was progress.
But then.. then Alberto died.
Sofia completely unraveled. She moved back into the Mansion and took you with her.
You watched as the family, especially that fuck Johnny, sidelined her, treating her like she was nothing more than an inconvenience instead of the only living Heir to the Falcone empire.
(Un)fortunately for you, this caused sex with Sofia to improve greatly. Not that it wasn’t already out of this world before, but it was different. It was like she had something to prove now and she had to do so by working her fingers inside of your wet cunt, her teeth grazing against your collarbone.
You were the outlet for her frustration.
Like now at her brother’s memorial.
It didn’t matter where you were. She’d pull you aside, find somewhere private and then eat you out or fingerfuck you to the brink of insanity while ranting to you about whatever asshole or shitty situation upset her this time.
When you came for the second or third time, your legs a little shaky, she cleaned her fingers with her lips and tongue. She held your gaze as she proceeded to wipe them on your dress.
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
You were rewarded with a chaste kiss on the lips before she told you to clean yourself up and meet her back inside. You didn’t care that she made you feel like a whore when she left.
You were hers. Solely and unconditionally, hers.
If a whore was what Sofia wanted,
then a whore you would be.
You were reading a book late in the night as you waited for Sofia to come to bed when the double doors were thrown open, startling you and making you drop your book in your lap.
Sofia closed the doors behind her and made her way over to you, her heels clacking against the polished wooden floor. “Take off your clothes.”
You stare at her, your mouth slightly agape.
“Now, Y/N!”
You closed the book and set it on your nightstand before pulling your shirt over your head and lifting your hips to take off your panties.
You were more than a little concerned, but also really turned on by your girlfriend’s commanding tone. A gush of wetness left your cunt as you thought about what she was gonna do to you.
Sofia took off her dress, her bra and panties following soon after. She let her hair down and opened the walk-in closet.
When she came out, she looked down as she adjusted the harness of the strap-on around her waist. A black dildo stood out between her legs.
Your jaw dropped as you marvelled at the size.
Sofia eyed you with a hint of irritation as she walked towards you on the bed. “Close your mouth. I won’t be needing that tonight.”
You closed your mouth.
You moved to sit in the middle of the bed before spreading your legs. Sofia was on you in a matter of seconds, her mouth ravishing yours as she laid you down. Her hand slithered down to see if you were wet enough. She pulled away, breaking the kiss. She watched your reaction as she slipped her middle finger into your cunt.
You tried to suppress a groan, but she noticed.
“Don’t do that. I need to know if I’m hurting you.”
She spat into her hand and rubbed her spit along her length before pressing the tip against your entrance. You shivered with want.
She spread your lower lips with her fingers. Her eyes never left your face as she pushed her cock inside of you, watching every microexpression from the furrow of your brows to the slight tremble of your bottom lip. It was bigger than the dildos she used on you in the past. This one was stretching you out in a way that was almost too much for you to handle. Almost.
You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding when she bottomed out. She gave you a moment to get adjusted to her size.
You put your hand on her shoulder, but quickly pulled it away when you touched her scars.
“It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt me.”
You looked up at her.
“Go on.”
Hesitantly, you brought your hand up to her shoulder. You grabbed onto it. You brushed the pad of your thumb along her scars in a back and forth motion, a frown forming your lips. “I’m sorry..”
“No. None of that, okay? The past is in the past.”
Still, your jaw clenched at the torture and abuse Sofia was subjected to at the hands of her father.
It relaxed as you let out a surprised gasp when Sofia pulled back and thrusted her hips forward.
She spent the rest of the night and better part of the morning fucking into you with reckless abandon as your velvety walls clenched around her faux cock orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.
From what she was saying, the family wanted to send her away to Italy. Assholes.
Then there was something about her being suspicious of Oz..
It was hard for you to keep up as she fucked you well within an inch of your life.
Sofia seemed content with the barely coherent hums you gave her every now and then.
You dragged your nails down her back when you came for the umpteenth time. You hid your face in the crook of her neck, whimpering as another orgasm washed over you like a crashing wave.
You heard her panting lightly next to your head.
You felt raw and empty when she wordlessly pulled her cock out of you. Your walls clenched around nothing, immediately missing the warmth and stretch that the toy provided.
You tried to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling as you laid sprawled out on the bed.
You closed your eyes.
When you opened them, you turned your head towards the sound of uneven breathing and saw Sofia masturbating, the strap-on long abandoned. Her eyes were glued to the ceiling like she was planning something in her head.
You turned to lie on your side so you could watch.
Her neck strained when she tilted her chin up. You could tell she was close. She inhaled sharply and suppressed a groan when she came, her eyes still trained on the ceiling. She breathed out.
Then she turned to look at you.
Your fingers danced on her upper arm, slowly making their way to her face. You tapped her temple. “What’re you thinking?”
“You need to go to a hotel for a couple days.”
You brushed the end of her brow. “Okay.”
You didn’t question her. You never did.
Sofia smiled and took your hand from her face to press a gentle kiss to your palm.
“Grazie, bella.”
She set you up in a hotel suite just outside of Gotham with one simple instruction: don’t leave the room. Two guards were stationed outside to make sure you didn’t defy her.
On one of those mornings while you were eating a breakfast sandwich in bed, you saw the news of what happened at the Falcone Mansion.
You saw Sofia talking to Chief Mackenzie just outside the Mansion before going in. The camera panned to Gia being taken away in a beige van.
Your heart dropped to your stomach.
You jump out of bed and put on a shirt and some sweats before opening the front door.
One of the guards, a tan woman about an inch or two taller than you, stepped in front of you.
“Get out of my way.”
“I have direct orders to keep you here, ma’am.”
“I don’t care. I need to see Sofia.”
You tried to move past her, but she continued to block your path. The other guard didn’t bother stepping in. His phone rang. “Shit. It’s the wife.”
“Go. I got this.”
The man walked away from the suite, his receding footsteps growing quieter and quieter. The woman made sure he was out of sight before pushing you back into the suite by force.
You stumbled backwards and fell flat on your ass. The back of your head made contact with the edge of the footboard. You cried out in pain.
The guard didn’t seem to care. “You will stay here until Miss Falcone says otherwise.”
She left you on the floor, the door slamming shut behind her as she made her exit.
You stood up and went to the fridge to get something cold for your head. You take a soda can from the back of the fridge and press it against the bump forming on your head. You wince when the cool metal touches your scalp.
A few hours later, the woman came in unannounced to tell you they’ll be taking you back to the Mansion. She handed you some painkillers. “For your head.”
You stared at her, your eyes ablaze with fury.
Much to your irritation, she cracked a smile. “We leave in ten. That should give you enough time to look.. presentable for Miss Falcone.”
Your nostrils flared as she left. Bitch.
You put on an emerald green, one-shoulder evening dress. You contemplated putting your hair in a bun, but decided against it last minute.
You didn’t need Sofia asking questions.
The drive to the Mansion was spent in silence.
When you arrived, you walked behind the guards and entered what you called ‘The War Room.’
Sofia was standing at the head of the table with Johnny sitting on her right. You watched in awe as she spoke. You hung on to every word.
Johnny told her to take it easy.
You rolled your eyes.
You flinched when she shot him in the head.
Silence enveloped the room.
She blew a raspberry then continued speaking as if nothing had happened. She opened a duffel bag and dumped stacks and stacks of cash onto the table. Nobody dared to move. Not even when she urged them to take what’s rightfully theirs.
“Come on, guys,” You said with a smile, sauntering over to your girlfriend. “Dig in.”
Sofia wrapped an arm around your waist. “You heard her, ladies and gentlemen. Have your fill.”
Two dozen greedy hands reached out to grab what they could before it was all gone.
“Not you.”
The woman who kept guard at the hotel froze, her body bent over slightly on the table.
“Put it back.”
The woman emptied her pockets and put the stacks back on the table.
“Everyone else, continue.”
The table was cleared in seconds.
Sofia’s eyes never left the woman standing across from her with her fists clenched at her sides. “You hurt the woman I love when you were supposed to be protecting her. I can’t let that stand.”
The woman swallowed nervously.
“Since you were such a loyal soldier to my father, I will give you the benefit of a doubt and let you leave with your head still attached to your body.”
The woman didn’t need to be told twice.
She turned on her heel and left the room.
Sofia’s grip on your waist tightened, her fingers digging into the fabric of your dress hard enough to bruise the covered skin that lay underneath.
“First person to kill her gets ten grand.”
The two of you didn’t witness the chaos that erupted as you left the room beforehand.
She took you into her father’s study and closed the doors. Her eyes raked over your face. “You weren’t gonna tell me.”
You pursed your lips. “I was being difficult. She was just.. doing her job.”
She reached behind you to asses the damage that had been done to the back of your head. Her heart ached at the bump she felt. “Hurting you is not one of the requirements.”
She pulled her hand away when you winced.
You looked at her.
“You killed your family.”
“I did.”
“You orphaned Gia.”
Sofia pressed her lips together. “I did.”
“Did it feel good?”
“Yes. It did.”
You threw yourself onto Sofia, surprising her for a split second before her surprise morphed into something else. Something more inviting.
You found yourself lying on your back in front of the lit fireplace. Clothes were literally torn off and ripped apart by Sofia’s needy hands.
You moaned into her mouth as you grinded your cunts together, sloppily and unrestrained. Your hardened nipples rubbed against hers. Your tongue submitted to hers as they danced inside your mouth to a rhythm only the two of you knew.
She bit your bottom lip when you reached down and cupped her ass, urging her on. You welcomed the taste of your own blood on your tongue.
A thick strand of saliva connected your lips together when she broke the kiss.
“You’re so gorgeous when you’re like this, bella;”
Sofia leaned down to nip at your earlobe.
“Spent, barely hanging on,”
Her tongue licked the shell of your ear.
“But begging for more.”
She kissed you again. You both orgasmed simultaneously, moaning into each other’s mouths while getting down from your highs, your hips bucking wantonly to chase after each other.
When you broke apart for air, you pushed her down so she was the one lying on her back.
“I haven’t seen you in days,” You said as you made your way down her body. You stop inches away from her cunt. “Care to bring me up to speed while I eat you out, Miss Gigante?”
Sofia loved the way her new name rolled of your tongue. “Only if you put that tongue to good use.”
“Don’t I always?”
You ate out Sofia as she told you what you had missed, your mouth and tongue working overtime to satisfy the woman you loved.
Oz betrayed her (surprise, surprise), Julian ‘saved’ her after the Maronis ambushed her and then she killed him before killing the Falcones.
You listened intently to each and every word.
Your bodies were covered in thick layers of sweat by the time the two of you were finished.
You had your head on her chest. You drew meaningless patterns on her arm and stomach while her fingers played with your hair.
“Thank you, Y/N.”
You looked up at her. “For what?”
“Everything, I suppose” She looked deep into your eyes. “You could’ve abandoned me a handful of times, but you didn’t. Which is more than I could say for my family. May they rest in peace.”
You tried not to smile at that.
“Now that Berto’s gone, you’re all I have.”
She cupped your left cheek, her thumb brushing against the corner of your mouth.
“I love you. I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life. Hopefully, I’ll never have to find out.”
You weren’t stupid. There was an underlying threat to her words. Of course there was.
There was no forgetting what Sofia was. Even when you were putty in her arms like you are now, you knew what she was capable of when crossed.
Still, you gave her a genuine smile. “I love you too. Even if you accuse me of snoring which I don’t.”
Sofia let out a loud laugh.
You caved three seconds in and laughed with her.
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caprisunbongwater · 15 days ago
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This might be a bit controversial 👀 but being negative to real people over a fictional character ain’t it. Sorry not sorry.
A fictional character is absolutely no reason to treat someone disrespectfully unless it’s doing genuine harm 👍🏾 shaming writers for fictional characters is distasteful
Lets be respectful to writer’s and everyone in general!
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dymttz · 24 days ago
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I would so easily accept being her pet, something she could use to get rid of the accumulated stress...
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Damn, I love dangerous, psychotic women🥹🤚🏼
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diana-foggy-master · 17 days ago
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Sᴏꜰɪᴀ Fᴀʟᴄᴏɴᴇ ˢ¹ᵉ⁴
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ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ɪꜰ ᴜ sᴀᴠᴇ
ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ
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batmanlovesnirvana · 2 months ago
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Patiently waiting for tonight’s Penguins episode… Hoping they casually drop or mention my husband’s name (Bruce Wayne ofc 🙄)
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I mean, is it too much to ask 😪 ? Just one “Oh, Wayne Enterprises did this” or “Bruce Wayne’s foundation did that,” and I’ll be over the moon…
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evansdoodles · 10 months ago
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From @arabriddler ‘s The Penguin and The Peacock
👀 I love this fic I had to draw something for it,,
[…] He was closest to Sofia, as they found company in each other since they were both bullied for their looks.
[…] Sofia, on the other hand, was always rather large and hefty. Society expected her to be petite and fit into the typical image of a young woman, but also considered her too womanly to be a Don like her father. That did not deter Sofia, who liked to dress up in extravagant dresses and bright red lipstick. She’d take Oswald to her room, dress him up and apply makeup on his face. Then they’d sneak into her father’s study to eavesdrop on crime families.
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jeromeclarke107 · 3 months ago
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Not Sofia listening to Oswald rant about Ed 24/7. Her eye rolling is so real and I love it.
Girlie had no idea what she was actually signing up for
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ddagent · 1 month ago
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I don't know how to trust you. How 'bout I keep showin' you how.
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janethrlsworld · 2 months ago
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Today FalCobblepot nation will rise 👒☂️
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josephinekhawaja · 1 month ago
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How is the entirety of Tumblr — dunno about the entirety of the internet — asleep on this ship?! I know I specialise in many a rare pair, but goddamn🚬🚬🚬🚬.
(Credit to this official post on Facebook.)
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i-smoke-chapstick · 1 month ago
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'ALL YOUR EXES,
-THEPENGUIN!SOFIA FALCONE X READER-
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⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; You attempt to ration with Sofia's jealousy.
⋆ tags/warnings. sofia falcone x female reader. POSSESSIVE BAHVIOR!! minor angst, lots of murder and rage (she's got some issues to work through) somewhat unhealthy obsession, reader comforting sofia <3 pre!arkham sofia.
♫ “I want to live in a world where all your exes are dead, / Be the only girl that's ever been in your bed / I'm confident I've got them accurately demonized / You tell me not to worry, I'm the only thing you see / Well, yeah, I fucking better be.” All Your Exes by Julia Michaels
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You think you should be used to this by now.
You've mulled it over in your head, the implications of dating a mob family member. To you; Sofia was always just Sofia. The same girl you'd grown up with. Respectful, in a quiet and calculated type of way. With you, her smiles were always genuine. A slight twitch of the lips that let you know; she cares for you. You're different. Good.
Though, you didn't think she cared this much.
"Tell me you didn't." You say, swallowing. It's rare she comes over to your house, and not the estate. But there is a quiet buzz and intimacy your home captures that hers does not. You think she's always preferred it. "Tell me it wasn't you."
You look between her and the TV. You never pay much attention to the Gotham News. It's always the same; murder, robbery, more murder. But this...this murder was different.
The voice on the screen recites a robotic retelling of a body discovered in an apartment around your area. An apartment you'd been to many, many times. And the body of a girl you'd had more than few flings with in the past.
"It seems as though the Hangman has struck again. This time, twenty-two year old Sarah Parkins has been found deceased..."
You lick your teeth in frustration.
Sofia stands there. You watch her jaw clench, and she seems to swallow in return. Her whole body is taut as the drink she's cradling pauses before her lips.
She sets the glass down with a clink, and averts her gaze from you, as if she's lost in thought. Eventually, her hands fold neatly in her lap before staring up at you. Her facial expression doesn't change besides a subtle twitching.
She knows where this is going.
You'd known she was the Hangman. There were no secrets between the two of you, she'd made sure of that. Though she'd never explicitly stated it, it was glaringly obvious as someone who'd loved her.
"You were going to find out eventually." She finally speaks, nostrils flaring for a moment. She says it simply, like it's been an item checked off her to-do-list.
You gape at her. Despite the quiet monotone in her voice, she seems to be nervous. You glance down to her nails subtly scratching into her wrist.
You take a breath. Or two. Or three.
"Wha- why?"
"She was practically stalking you. Always watching you. She was going to get...involved...eventually. I did what needed to be done."
"Fuck." You mutter, under your breath. You let out a groan, sitting down next to her. You drag a palm across your face as you scan the TV.
"The cause of death seems to be strangulation..."
Having enough, you grab the remote and switch it off.
"You can't do that, Sof."
She breathes hard.
"She was a threat. I handled it. You are vulnerable. I do things you're incapable of to keep you safe."
The words come out with a mixture of indifference and quiet worry. You see straight through the subtle manipulation and choose to ignore it.
"I haven't talked to her in months."
Her eyes narrow, and she leans forward. Her hands find yours, attempting to tether herself to you.
"Are you not listening to me?" She stares deeply into your eyes. "I did it to protect you. To protect us. It's about sending a message."
She looks...raw. There is a fury burning behind her eyes, and an insecurity you can't quite place. You purse your lips, and grasp her hands in return. Her breath hitches.
"There...there were other women before you Sofia. You have to accept that. What's important as that we are together. Right here. Right now. And there will be no one else, ever."
You mirror her intensity, breathing out the reassurance. You feel her hands clench yours tighter when you mention the others. Her insecurities rear their ugly head within her, but she hides it well, keeping her calm exterior as she gazes at you with steely eyes.
"She touched you," Sofia whispers, barely audible, voice shaking with what you can only assume is rage and regret. The next words come out of her mouth tightly, bluntly, like a threat.
"Did you...love her?"
You inhale, and watch what you say. Without a moments hesitation, you respond truthfully.
"No. I've never loved anyone else like I've loved you. You should know that."
When you finish your small declaration, it's like the apex of a crescendo. Her body finally relaxes, and she raises her head out of whatever violent fantasies she was drowning in.
She stops holding your hand so tightly, and nods slowly in response.
She puts a hand against your cheek, softly drawling you in with a nod. She kisses you softly, like it's a reward for your fealty, but you know better. It's for her own reassurance.
She pulls away, scanning you over one last time. There is still a burning jealousy that engulfs her, and her voice is low and serious.
"We belong to each other," She recounts, "Loyalty is very, very important to me."
It's a warning.
"I know." You mutter, before drawling her back in for one more kiss to soothe her.
You wonder if your words are enough to prevent her from tracking down other past lovers of yours.
You assume only time will tell.
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ladylaviniya · 17 days ago
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