the man who would be bat

a not-entirely-earthling stinky boy

Only Way To Live - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 4818

Warnings: Kinky Filth, NSFW, 18+, Oral (Female Receiving)

Notes: Honestly, I’m kinda mixed about this entire thing? I don’t think it’s as good as some of the other stuff I’ve written. The idea was so good for this too! I got the idea from an episode of Attack of Titan while I was in my slump. So, please, any feedback ya’ll have would be appreciated.

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Good Catch

Good Catch
Ship: Baseball!Jimin | Mascot!Reader
Description: Jimin had a crush on you, the team mascot, for as long as you started working with him, though he was always too shy to confess to you. But maybe the tedious kiss cams can help this batter make a good catch for a change.
Warning: Fluff, Intercourse, Blowjob, Oral, Pretty Fucking Tame Compared to my Other Sin Works
Word Count: 5,229
A/N: OK, so I’ve been dying for Jimin to be in a baseball uniform, and just… what’s cuter than a Baseball player and a Mascot? I wanted something fluffy instead of just straight up sin but I hope you enjoyed the change of this compared to others! I found it sweet.

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        Mother and Father. They would have laughed. To see me all dressed up. The Bat-Man. They would’ve laughed and laughed. My father was classically dignified, my mother was classically kind. They were not people who laughed often. The world was a burden to them. A burden they bore with dignity and kindness. But once in a while. If they saw something–something particularly ridiculous…
        When I remember them, I remember them laughing. And they should laugh. Good and hard. Everyone should. It’s funny. The whole world should laugh. Do you think I don’t know? A grown man. Dressed as an animal. Sitting on a gargoyle. Waiting for crime to come. And when it comes, he’s just going to punch crime in the face. And if that grown man just punches crime hard enough, then that’ll just make everything all right. It’s funny. And what makes it funnier, what would make the whole place screaming, is that it’s not really a grown man. That’s just the mask under the mask. No. Way up there. Looking over us. Trying to save us. That’s that kid. That’s that little rich kid whose mommy and daddy got shot. And instead of mourning them properly, he got on his knees and made a vow. “I swear by the spirits of my parents to avenge their death by spending the rest of my life warring on all criminals.”
        A kid and a vow. The ears and the belt and the batarangs and the Batmobile and the gargoyle and the roof and the leather and the armor. How sad. How stupid. How immature. How hilarious. How hilarious all of it is. I want to laugh, too. Do you know how much I want to laugh?

anonymous asked:

Yoongi, 6&“Get on your knees.”

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Rated - M

goblin inspired. 

muses: ceo!yoongi x heiress!reader
genre: angst, smut, fluff
words: 2.8k
note: this was meant to be under 1k bc it’s supposed to be a drabble but. please forgive me for the upcoming ceo au’s

warning: sexual tension, oral, “get on your knees, yoongi.”


you knew him, not personally per se. but you might as well claim to with all the things you’d been hearing of that man. at the age of 22 he had graduated college and immediately got into the business. two years later, he’d earn his masters degree and his startup had been blowing up with established business pledging alliance and overpouring promising clients waiting to sign contracts of agreement before others waltzed in and stole the chance.

and yet, you refused to be one of the many that’d worshiped the ground he stood on. you detested the need to have him as an affiliate. you loathed having to put on the ivory, skin tight dress, wear your hair up and don yourself the bloodiest red on your lips. and you gravely hated having to sit across from the man who didn’t even bat an eye at you as though you were another pretty instrument he would keep within his chambers as your father discussed the terms of the agreement with cold sweat running down his temple - as if this man was beyond god. min yoongi - what a humble name for a god though.

“the things here all belong to you, you may do as you like, go along with your routine as before so long as you do your part in the contract - appear as my beautiful loving fiancee in public events.”

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“Worth It”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)

Summary: In which a friendship drastically changes due to an all-campus text alert about a strange man wandering the campus.

A/N: Another one from draft-purgatory. It feels weird releasing it into the wild.

“I hate you. So. Much,” Bucky deadpans, looking up from a stapled packet of papers. “It takes me two weeks to write something of this quality, yet you pulled it off in two hours.”

"We’ll know if it’s really ‘quality’ when Professor Coulson gives it back,” you yawn, snatching the 18-page research paper from him.

“How do I obtain your kind of focus? What’s your secret?”

“The startling realization that a deadline is actually 8am and not 8pm.”

The brunette stares at you as if you just grew a third eye on your forehead. “You’re either completely insane or a brilliant genius,” Bucky sighs with either admiration or exasperation.

“Well, all this insane genius wants to do right now is sleep,” you sleepily murmur as you slide your paper back into your bag.

“Too bad Coulson docks points if you’re absent.” Bucky swings his messenger bag around and swiftly zips it open and pulls out a bottled iced coffee. “Take this,” he nudges.

“For me?”

“No, for the unicorn behind you,” Bucky sarcastically says, pushing the iced coffee towards you. “I can tell by your dark circles that you didn’t sleep much.  Take it, you have class until 8pm today,” he insists.

Touched, you take the iced coffee and scrunch up your face in a cute way, but you don’t know that, of course. “You’re one of a kind, James Barnes,” you grin.

Bucky crosses his arms against his chest, a slightly peeved look crossing his face. “How many times did I ask you not to call me 'James’?“ he defeatedly sighs.

"A little less than a million times.” You laugh as Bucky looks like he can’t decide on laughing with you or strangling you, but both of you know that you’re absolutely right.

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tony-starks-intern  asked:

Is it just me, or do you think Spoiler!Steph would fit in perfectly to the CW Supergirl universe?

Oh man, Spoiler!Steph is 1000% tailor-made for the CW Supergirl Universe.

ALLOW ME TO EXPAND ON THAT:

- The Guardian story line is a direct result of the network change because the CW loves ‘em some street-level vigilantes and GUESS WHO FITS THAT DESCRIPTION.
- Steph that’s who.
- She also fits the tone of the show better than say…a certain brood-y billionaire.
- She is a Batfam member without that pesky ‘Bat’ bit in her name that seems to make DC skittish when it comes to who is allowed on what show. She’s Batgirl, but not
- So, you get all the perks of having a bat on your show to go w/ your supes but you aren’t so beholden to all the continuity/legacy stuff. (I mean. There’s some, but it’s not quite the same thing as bringing Barbara Gordon onto the show. That has Expectations and Preconceived Notions.)
- With Steph, you have more wiggle room.
- FEMALE FRIEND FOR KARA.
- A FRIENDSHIP THAT HAS COMICS CANON PRECEDENCE.
- In conclusion: I very much agree with you SHE WOULD BE PERFECT FOR THE SHOW but it’ll never happen because we can’t have nice things.

Mutual Destruction - Jeff Atkins x Reader // Part Two

Part One | Part Three>

A/N: I really hope this lives up to expectations guys! Apologies if it doesn’t quite and i’ll see how it goes concerning a part three.

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Weak When Ur Around - Blackbear
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“I should’ve listened to Jeff!” Monty spat at Y/N. Quite the crowd was beginning to form around the two of them at the lockers.

“Jeff, huh? And what did he say about me?” She smirked.

“You’d break my heart. Or, in so many words.” He looked at her despairingly. His jaw clenched.

“Jeff’s a smart guy.”

—-

A few nights ago; Rosie’s Diner

The atmosphere was cheery and bright, almost as though she really had been transported back to the superficiality of a commercialized 50′s diner. Except the place had been refurbished a little. Dim lights, oversized clocks with touchy hands and artificial grins. She knew the place well, but something of it haunted her tonight. Maybe it was the way the Jukebox laughed at her for the memories she’d had here. The memories shared with one Zachary Dempsey, who she’d begged to put coins in the Jukebox, and who’d picked the ever appropriate ‘A Teenager In Love - Dion & The Belmonts’.

A loud cough from Montgomery de la Cruz, who was now sat across from her, broke her from those thoughts.

“Cruz. I was beginning to think you were a no-show.” She looked up through her painted lashes at the freckled boy before her. He looked good. Really good. Possibly even better than he had the day she had approached him. It reminded her why he was even here.

“You think I’d stand you up?” He scoffed, eyeing her up.

“I wasn’t sure…” Y/N stirred her milkshake absentmindedly.

“Guess you don’t know what kinda guy I am.” He smirked. He’d regret saying that, she thought. Because she did know, and knowing how he was, and what she was doing, would almost make her a little guilty, if she tapped into her emotions.

—–

Although she didn’t want to admit it to herself, she’d had a good night. Monty was funny, and surprisingly sweet, not to mention those devilish good-looks. So she’d decided to take the plunge and take a little Montgomery. His lips were unexpectedly smooth, moving against hers with obvious hunger. Her arms fell loosely around his neck and his gripped her ass tightly. When they broke apart, both were breathing heavily and smiling to themselves.

“Wow.” Monty panted.

“Wow.” She repeated.

“When I asked you out, I wasn’t really expecting a yes.” He revealed. She chuckled.

“Honestly, I’m not sure I was, either.” She revealed, tracing his jawline with her index finger.

Monty didn’t always quite understand the way she spoke to him, but he made the mistake of liking that about her. And he made the mistake of starting to like her. Monty wasn’t big on mistakes, but this was a BIG mistake. The baseball player liked to think he was a player player- he was wrong about that too. He ended up getting too involved and getting burned. Jeff always helped him, but he knew that Monty wished he was more like Jeff.

—–

Monday’s number one priority was avoiding Montgomery until she had decided where she wanted this to go. She still wondered what flavour girl baseball players were into, but would be lying if she said Monty wasn’t a bit of a liability.

If she was being completely honest with herself, Monty’s friendship with Zach was a driving factor in this escapade. She wanted to hurt him the way that he had hurt her, not really caring who else got hurt on the way.

She saw Jeff Atkins on the way to her first period, wondering what it would be like to tutor him. He was with a group of guys, messing around and laughing, and she thought he was probably just as she imagined.

—–

“How’d it go man?” Jeff brought his bat down to his side to meet Monty.

“Yeah, really good I think.” Grinned Monty.

“Really?” Jeff attempted to hide his surprise, but to no avail.

“Yeah, she was really into me.” Monty was determined.

“Have you spoken since?” Jeff brought the bat back up, wanting to avoid his friend’s eye contact. His eyes always told the truth.

“She said she’d call me.” He shrugged, leaning against Jeff’s batting cage.

“And has she?” Jeff cleared his throat.

“Well…it’s only been a few days.” He shuffled his feet a little.

“Huh.”

“She does like me, I’ll prove it to you.” Monty’s anger came through in his voice.

“Go ahead.” Jeff hit the incoming ball with force.

—–

Something she kept to herself, was the amount she visited the school’s library, so she knew the inside out of it. She was a little early for her lunch revision session with Jeff. The table in the very corner called to her, and she set up her psychology things, ready to tutor. She still wasn’t entirely sure how this boy could really need a tutor in psychology, but the extra credit wouldn’t go unappreciated. Just as she was putting her glasses on, Jeff slid into the seat opposite her.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m Jeff.” He reached out his hand for her to shake, which she did, but laughed at his introduction.

“I know who you are, Jeff, your reputation precedes you. I couldn’t count the number of home runs you’d had, literally and metaphorically.” She casually noted as she passed him a red pen.

“Well you’re not shy, are you.” He raised his eyebrows at her forwardness.

“Or maybe I am, It’s all to do with psychology.” She tapped her brain demonstratively.

“That was a clever change of subject.” He chuckled.

“So, exactly how bad are you at psychology?”

Y/N and Jeff spent the next 30 minutes in complete concentration on what she was teaching him, he listened with intent and asked questions when he needed to. This was a surprise to her, because she had assumed Jeff was failing because he didn’t care enough to try, and that he was too busy with his other ventures. She started to think that maybe she had been wrong about him.

It was common knowledge that Jeff Atkins was a bit of a womanizer, and she had noted to stay away from that trouble, she much preferred to create her own.

Out of the corner of her glasses, she noticed a familiar figure coming her way.

“Hey…you never called me back…” Monty played with his bag strap nervously, coming up to the head of the table she and Jeff were sat at. Monty was shocked by Jeff’s presence, but it was too late to turn back now.

“I know.” Her voice was cool and detached. It shot Montgomery right in the chest.

“But I thought-” He faltered.

“What? That I owed you something?” She scoffed.

“Well I mean-” Monty continued to stutter, clearly feeling uncomfortable discussing this here.

“I think it might be best if you leave, dude, we’re studying right now.” Jeff piped up, calm and collected. He gave him a pressed smile, something in his eyes saying; we’ll talk later, which struck with Monty, and he left.

“Thanks. Let’s carry on.” She motioned to the textbook and smiled sweetly, hoping Jeff would ignore what had transpired. But, of course he didn’t.

“So you didn’t call him?” He smirked knowingly. “Could’ve picked someone easier, L/N.”

She remained stoic for a few moments, before looking up at him; “Where’s the fun in that?”

“Touche.” He flashed his bright teeth, before seeming to remember something. “But Monty, he’s-”

“Delicate.”

“Yeah.”

“So was little Lacie King. She was distraught when she realized she wasn’t so special anymore.” She pouted, mocking sad.

“So that’s how you wanna play, L/N?” He crossed his arms over his broad chest.

Her shit-eating grin said; bring it on, Atkins.

Safe - Negan x Reader

No one asked for it, but I love the A/B/O dynamic and it is seriously lacking in TWD fandom, so here’s some Alpha!Negan x Omega!Reader. 

Disclaimer: i’m honestly a piece of garbage so i’m sorry if my writings aren’t 110% accurate, but i used @kittenofdoomage‘s ABO RULES to base this off of. (i love her)

Warnings: A/B/O, mentions of death, typical Negan things (swearing and such)

[part two]


Never before in your life had you been surrounded by so many Alphas, especially since the world ended. Most groups you had been a part of, even Alexandria, were majority Beta, which reflected the population of the world before the dead started walking. You were sat on your knees, lined up next to your friends as you all stared at the RV in front of you. You took the chance to peek over at Rick, and your heart broke as you took in his features. He was one of the first Alphas to actually treat you with respect; he even saved you from an Alpha that was the total opposite of Rick. You were the only Omega in the group—he the only Alpha—and while nothing “romantic” ever happened between the two of you, you both felt some sort of responsibility to each other.

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Pete| Bad Things |Dunne

Title; Bad Things

Words; 5,644

Pairing; Pete Dunne/Reader

Summary; I wanna do real bad things to you.

Warnings; NSFW. Porn without plot. Biting. Hair pulling. Choking. Orgasm denial. Latex free. If you squint and tilt your head to the side, some BDSM.

A/N; Y’all thought I forgot about you guys huh. Never fear. Momma’s back. Vegas was like a livewire to my brain. Child’s Play is coming this week. Leave some love and/or constructive words. 

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His Innocent Queen ~Jerome Valeska

Summary: You were the complete opposite of Jerome. He was fearless and murderous. You on the other hand was shy and innocent. When someone disrespects you, Jerome’s queen, Jerome knows how to show who’s boss.

Warnings: Blood, Mild Violence

 Author’s Note: I’m starting to watch Gotham because Joker is my favorite villain and I’m a sucker for nice girl and bad boy fics.

Originally posted by miravnda


You sat on the couch reading your favorite book until you hear someone tapping on your window. You look over and see your psychopath of a boyfriend, Jerome. Your relationship was quite odd. He was a murderous circus boy who murdered his mother and you were a shy book nerd who practically fainted over the sight of death. You quickly ran over to the window and opened it. 

“Hiya toots,” Jerome grinned at you. 

“Jerome. You’re not suppose to be here,” You say softly. 

“Had to see you before I had to go back,” You take a couple steps back to let him in. He comes in and he opens his arms out.

“Come here,” He said. You smile and run over to give him a hug. His arms automatically wrap around you as yours wrap around his waist. Jerome gives you a small kiss on the head making you blush.

“Jerome,” You say softly. 

“Yes?”

“For once, can you not be a psychopath and can we go on a real date?” You asked him kindly. 

“Baby-”

Now you were pissed. Every time he would begin to say no to you, he would start off with baby. This was almost the millionth time he had said that word.

“Jerome, all I’m asking is for a nice, non murderous date with you. For once, please stop with the murders and go on a simple little ice cream date with me?” You asked angrily. This was new to you. You’ve never yelled at Jerome and he had never yelled at you. Jerome gave you a satisfied grin before giving you a quick and passionate kiss.

“With that tone of voice? Sure. Anything for the Queen,” Jerome said once he had pulled away from the kiss. 

“Thank you,” You squeaked shyly.

The next day, you told Jerome to meet you at the park and he showed up in a disguise. He wore some normal clothing along with a hat on. 

“Later, we can go back to my place and we can be alone together,” Jerome said. 

“Okay,” You said softly. 

You grabbed some ice cream before you both headed over towards the park. You sat on the bench as you both talked about being together away from Gotham. 

“Alright, now since we’re done with our ice cream, why don’t we go back to my place?” Jerome asked. You nodded and he held your hand. You both went to some large mansion and he opened the door for you. 

“Welcome. Now, let me show you around,” Jerome said. 

“Who’s this Jerome? Some toy of yours?” A man asks Jerome. You look up at your boyfriend who had a mad expression. 

“Sweetheart, let’s go to my room for a moment okay?” Jerome said. 

“Alright,” You shrugged. 

You both go upstairs and he shut the door behind you both. He went to his closet and grabbed out a bat. You stare at him confused before he gave you a smile. 

“I’ll be right back,” He said before walking out. 

“Don’t kill him,” You said. You knew he would ignore you but yet again. the man called you Jerome’s toy. 

A few minutes later, Jerome came back with a now bloody bat. He tossed i to the closet before sitting next to you on the bed. 

“No one should disrespect you,” Jerome said before giving you a soft kiss. You smiled softly at him as you moved over to sit on his lap. 

“I love you,” You tell him.

“I love you too.”

You give him a long kiss before the door knocked. Jerome growled a little in annoyance. 

“What?”

“Did you hurt, Marcus?” You heard. 

“No,” Jerome lied. 

“Jerome, do you have someone with you right now?”

“Just my girlfriend. Now leave us be,” Jerome said before kissing you again. 

kajiyafujiiro  asked:

It's Dick's fault that everybody believes that Bruce is older than them, people expects that if you're the parent figure of a 15 yo you're at least 35 and married.

GOOD POINT

“22 year old puts on bat costume to punch criminals, has no powers” is hard enough to wrap your head around but throw in “24 year old adopts 12 year old who also punches criminals, has no powers” and that is not something that would ever occur to anyone

like OBVIOUSLY batman must be an older man who knows what he’s doing, and not just some traumatized 20-something accidentally collecting traumatized children

haha wow referring to bruce wayne as a 20-something really puts things in perspective. batman: probably actually younger than joey from friends.

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Our Kind of Love (Part 1/12)

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Steve x Plus Size!Reader

Summary:  You and Steve have a special kind of love.   One that many may not understand.  After all what would a super soldier who looked like that, want with a girl who looked like you?

A/n: Saw This post and was inspired!  If you would like to be tagged please let me know!


I want a goofy smile when I walk in the room kind of love.

You were a lucky girl, and everyone knew it.  You had the perfect guy.  You were the girl who had Steve Rogers.  You had met Steve at the veteran’s hospital where you were volunteering.  All the nurses immediately fawned over Steve each one trying to get the handsome super soldier’s attention.  He only had eyes for you though.  

While the rest of the girls were batting their eyelashes and tossing their hair, you were playing cards with a group of sergeants who fought in Vietnam.   Your laughter caught Steve’s attention and he found himself drawn to the woman who could have cared less that he was in the room.  To say the other girls were shocked when he asked to join your group, was an understatement.

Why the hell would Steve Rogers, a man who had the perfect super soldier body and handsome looks want anything to do with a woman who had more bumps and curves than any other woman in the whole hospital.  At least that is how you saw yourself.  You had wide hips and a tummy that was anything but flat, people would say her face is gorgeous, she would look amazing if she just lost some weight.  

None of that mattered to Steve.  All that mattered to him was the fact that you glanced up, gave him a smile, and turned your attention back to the three sergeants in front of you.  After prying himself away from the numerous women around him, he asked if he could join your game.  After two hours of cards, Steve had asked for your number and secured a date with you.

You were frankly in shock when he asked for your number.  Glancing at Charlie, your favorite sergeant, he smiled at you encouragingly and gave you a wink.  You gave Steve you number and a shy grin before telling the boys that you would see them next week and made your way home.  You had no idea that he would actually call you, but he did.

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Obsessed| Part ONE


Negan x Y/N x Daryl

Words: 1253

Summary: The reader is the 20 years old daughter of Rick, in a relationship with Daryl for some months now. When Negan killed Abraham and Glenn, Daryl attacked him because Negan was interested in you.

Warning: Coming Chapters contain smut, drugs and suggested rape

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Everything started so good. This day started so good. We all were happy, we all were safe and now, nothing good was left. 

I was scared but I guess this was normal in a situation like this. We were on our knees, surrounded by those men, who pointed their guns to our heads and the worst part was: All my loved ones were here and could die, everyone except Judith. My baby sister could lost her whole family right now, this thought made me sick.

“Calm down, Y/N. I am here, I won’t let anyone hurt you,” Daryl whispered, who was kneeling next to me and I tried to calm down, but it wasn’t that easy. I just was happy he was here. So many days we were separated and I had hoped to see him today again. My wish came true, but this wasn’t what I imagined.

“You can’t promise something like that,” I whispered and looked to my dad, who was next to Carl. Jesus, when I lose one of them I would die.

“Pissing our pants yet?” Scared I looked to the man, who got out of a bus and in his hand he had a fucking baseball bat, “Boy, do I have a feeling we’re getting close. It’s gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon.” Shit. All I could thought about was that this guy here was completely crazy. He smiled like something great just happened, walked to the circle, where our people were kneeling and I knew exactly who he was. This has to be Negan. The real Negan.

“So, which of you pricks is the leader?” The man who took all our weapons pointed to my father and I closed my eyes, when the man I was fucking sure about he was Negan, walked to him. My strong father, who was my little hero my whole life, he was pale and I never saw him this scared. He wasn’t scared he might could die, no, he was scared because everyone knew we won’t make it out alive, not all of us.

“…give me your shit or I will kill you,” Negan said in a cold voice to my dad, “Today was career day. We invested in a lot, so you would know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now. You have shit, you give it to me. That’s your job. Now, I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it you most certainly will. You ruled the roost. You built something. You thought you were safe. I get it. But the word is out. You are not safe. Not even close. In fact, you are pegged, more pegged if you don’t do what I want. And what I want is half your shit.” He started to walk and looked at each one of us. When he was in front of me I drop my gaze. I didn’t want to look into his eyes. I didn’t want to see his face in the nightmares I have and I had many of them, every single fucking night. I saw walkers, I saw the dead and the faces of men like him, who were just crazy. Without Daryl I would have lost my mind a long time ago.

“You don’t really think that you were gonna get through this without being  punished, now, did you?,” Negan asked amused and I could hear my heart breaking into pieces. He will kill us all. I looked to Maggie, one of my best friends, pregnant, she deserved so much better and now she could die and even if Negan won’t kill her or us, she might die tonight, she wasn’t in a really good settle.

“So now… I’m gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you,” he said happily and I was glad when Daryl took my hand in his one, even when his grip was painful but he tried to calm down, before he might do something stupid. I knew him very well to see that he was about to do some mistakes. Negan walked from my father to Abraham and over to Carl, who looked to this dangerous man like he was about to kill him. Jesus, my family was crazy.

“Shit kid, lighten up. At least cry a little.” Nope Carl won’t cry. My little brother had more guts than I could ever have, but I just saw so much more pain in my life. I was broken, not completely but a part of me just was broken. I was too much in my own thoughts and when Glenn screamed ‘No’ I just was confused about what happened when Negan’s men pushed him back in line. At least Negan showed mercy and didn’t kill him right now for this move.

“All right listen. Don’t any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions. First one’es free, it’s an emotional moment I get it,” Negan explained and in the moment he decided to sing a fucking song and chose in that way who is going to die, I closed my eyes, let my hair fall in front of my face like a curtain and tried not to cry when Negan stopped his little game “and you… are… it.” I opened my eyes, saw it was Abraham and closed my eyes again when I heard the other cry, when I heard the sound of his head squishing and I thought I’m gonna puke but I managed it. Abraham was dead. I started to cry with this thought and opened my eyes slowly, looked horrified to all the blood and how Negan stopped hitting Abraham’s head which wasn’t even a head anymore.

“Look at my dirty girl,” he laughed, meant his baseball bat Lucille he introduced earlier  and I winced when Negan suddenly looked to me, “Oh sweetheart, you hid your pretty face from me and now look at you. A beauty with doll eyes.” He smiled and I had no idea what I should do. Now I looked to the man who was able to kill us all, who just killed Abraham for fun and I imagined a monster, but he was just a handsome man with the smile of the devil. I didn’t know what to do when he looked to my hand which was still clasped with Daryl’s.

“Was he a friend of yours?”, Negan asked amused and scared I look to my father, who looked like he will pass out soon.

“Y-yes,” I answered and winced even more, when he stroke a strand of my hair back and I saw that Daryl will explode in some seconds. O god we will die.

“And your name is?”
“Y/N,” I said quietly and Daryl shouted: “Get the hell away from her!”

“Daryl!,” I whispered scared and Negan started to laugh.

“You worried I could find interest in your little girl? Because you are damn fucking right when she looks at me with this big fucking eyes, I just wanna take her and…” That was too much. Daryl jumped up, released my hand and hit Negan in his face. I started to scream and just felt how Michonne grabbed my arm, pushed me back, when Negan’s men took Daryl to one of his cars. Negan’s attention went to Glenn and the punishment for Daryl’s action was Glenn’s dead. 

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I know my english is bad but I hope you guys like it somehow. The gif is not mine xx
 

Leto!Joker Imagine - Batman messes with your mind

Originally posted by fakesonia

Originally posted by ageofsuperheroes

Your P.O.V.

Long story short, Batman didn’t let me and Joker escape that easily every time. We had been messing with good old Batsy tonight but somewhere during that fun we crossed the line. The car chase part was all fun and games but it came to an end when we kinda crashed into a warehouse. Both cars went through the walls like a knife into hot butter. Now we were here and a real fight was on.

Joker got out of the car and so did I. The warehouse smelled bad like rotten wood and fish but it wasn’t in the middle of the city. We could blow up stuff! Well technically we could do that in the middle of the city too. Oh well.

‘’Come out Batsy! I can count to three!’’ I yelled at him while holding my beloved gun. You see we checked his car and it seemed empty. We couldn’t open it but I doubted he was in it. So Batsy had to be behind one of these boxes. ‘’Are you scared of my Y/N?’’ Joker laughed darkly. I smirked and narrowed my eyes. Suddenly I heard footsteps and I turned to my left. Through flames and broken stuff I saw Batsy coming. He looked rather calm but I could tell he was angry.

‘’Gotcha!’’ I chirped and aimed my gun at him. I felt happy and excited now. ‘’We both know you won’t pull the trigger on me Y/N’’ Batman told me seriously. What the heck? I gave him a stern look and I pouted my lips. That’s when Joker walked closer to us. Batman didn’t seem worried although he had two guns pointed to him. ‘’What do you mean Batsy? Don’t be so full of yourself. I don’t love you if that’s what you think’’ I spat and wanted to show him my tongue. It made Joker giggle.

‘’I can’t blame you. You don’t even know what true love is’’ Batman told me rudely. My eyes widened this time. How could he?  ‘’Hell yeah I do Bat. If you look right next to me you can see a very real man who I love and he loves me’’ I defended myself. Joker put his hand on my shoulder and I smiled. I loved him and he loved me.

‘’Really? What exactly do you call love? He just hurts people for fun’’ Batman growled. I saw that his hands were empty which surprised me. Usually by now Batsy would have made an attack.  ‘’Shut up Batman. This cat and mouse was fun tonight but I think you should already go and hang yourself. I mean, if that’s how you sleep since you’re a bat’’ Joker started to get angry. Why was he taking this so seriously? 

Batman’s face looked sterner than usually. Was he actually trying to win this fight with words? With a mixture of the freaking alphabet? Ha! ‘’ Am I upsetting you Joker? Can’t you handle it if she finds out the truth about you?’’ Batman spoke furiously. Their behaviour was so different tonight. I didn’t know whether it was this dark stinky warehouse or their behaviour that made my head ache. What the hell was happening?

‘’She knows the real me. What are you trying to do anyway? Why haven’t you hit me already?’’ Joker snickered and moved away from me. I watched how he got closer to Batman. Oh boy. ‘’I’m trying to make her realize what kind of a fool you are. Y/N was a perfectly fine and sane woman before you fucked her up. She, unlike you, still has a chance to live a good life’’ Batman explained angrily and to be honest it was quite a shocker - even for me.

The next thing that happened was a bit of a surprise.Batgirl appeared out of nowhere and attacked Joker. The two of them fell down onto the ground and started fighting. ‘’Hey!’’ I screamed and hurried to Joker. He would be just fine but I think that the start of the fight was unfair. J punched the red head just as I was going to drag her off of him. Of course I couldn’t do that. Batman grabbed me by my waist and dragged me away from the scene. I dug my nails into his arms but it was useless because of his damn suit.

‘’Let me go!’’ I hissed and then I hit his face with my elbow. He grunted but it didn’t make him let go. Once we were behind a box, he pressed me against it. I didn’t know when but he had sneakily managed to handcuff me. ‘’You big bag of shit let me go’’ I spat into his face. It was so close. ‘’No Y/N you’re going to listen to me’’ He demanded darkly. Something about his behaviour made me a little scared. Batman wasn’t like this. Had he hit his head or something?

‘’Well if you expect me to trust you then you should trust me and I feel untrusted with these damn cuffs’’ I sighed tiredly. This night was a bummer! Why couldn’t we just drive around Gotham and maybe have an epic fight scene on the road and escape like smoke into air? ‘’That’s not the point’’ Batman argued with me. I rolled my eyes and decided to listen. If he got too freaky I’d attack him. 

One thing was for sure, I wasn’t going to Arkham.

‘’If you don’t listen to me now Y/N, there will come a day when you’re screaming for help because he’s going to hurt you real bad’’ Batman warned me without even stuttering. It made him sound very sure of himself. Before I could answer, I heard a scream of pain. ‘’That will be you one day’’ He spat and then ran off. He had to save Batgirl. I followed Batman and stopped at a safe distance. Joker and Batgirl sure had a good fight. I saw blood on the ground and on my J.

Joker walked to me calmly with a smile on his face. He had blood splatters on his skin and I had a strong feeling that they weren’t his. Batgirl had left marks on him ,sure, but she had a knife in her thigh. Batman picked her up and hurried to the Bat mobile. Joker wanted to chase them a little more, but I grabbed his coat.

‘’Not today Puddin, please. I’m worn out’’ I pouted and gave him my big glossy eyes. He sighed and stopped. ‘’Fine dear but next time I want to fight him too’’ He made a deal with me. I just nodded with a fake smile. Don’t get me wrong, I loved Joker. But Batman messed with my mind.

What if he was telling me the truth? Could the man I loved and the man who loved me hurt me like that? Okay J could hurt me a little bit but it wasn’t anything serious. Also most of the time it was in bed. He was bad to me rarely but if he was, it was my fault.

‘’Let’s go. It seems like Batsy gave you something stupid to think about’’ J though out loud with mystery in his voice. ‘’Oh don’t worry J, it was just rubbish’’ I reassured him. Just rubbish..

(Okay although this was Leto!Joker, I got inspiration from the Batman animated series. I just watched so many episodes because of the nostalgia.)

(gif not mine)

Coincidence: Chapter 1

Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4

Pairings: V (Taehyung) x reader

Gender: Female

Synopsis: Life for (Y/N) had been, for the most part, normal. She worked, went to college, went to parties, had friends, you know, the basics. However, all of this changed when she started seeing a mysterious, attractive, and most of all dangerous man everywhere after one fatal night that seemed to be just a coincidence.

Genre: Mafia AU

Warnings: Cursing/swearing, slight violence (not a lot though)

Word Count: 1,110


It was late at night when you first saw him. You were on your way home from your job at the coffee shop and ready to go die in a hole. Work had tired you out even more than usual, and with finals coming up you had little to no time to relax. Why were finals even necessary? They barely even affected your grade! It feels like they were only put into this world to make you suffer.

You sighed as you continued walking home, ranting about finals in your sleep deprived mind. Suddenly, a strong gust of cold, winter air blew in your face, almost throwing you to the ground.

“At this rate I’m gonna catch a cold,” you sighed, annoyed at the fact that the only reason you were walking home was because your friend failed to pick you up. Well, you couldn’t blame her, it was almost one in the morning, who would come and pick you up at this hour?  

“For fucks sake, why didn’t I buy a car!” you whined, feeling all the stress that has been piling up on you slowly leave your body. You shouldn’t throw a tantrum in the street, it’ll draw unwanted attention to yourself, and that’s the last thing you want to deal with at the moment. You took a deep breath and continued walking.

“Hey! He’s trying to run, get him!” a deep voice shouted from an alley a few feet ahead.

Suddenly, a well-dressed man came dashing out of the alley, heading straight for you. You quickly jumped out of his way, hiding behind a few trashcans. This wasn’t a bad neighborhood, was it? You have never seen any gang members lurking around this part of the city, why are they a threat now? You peeked out from the side of the trashcan to see where the man had gone. He was fast, he was almost close enough to (what you assumed to be) his car. However, he wasn’t fast enough. Three beefy men soon came out of the alley running twice his speed, tackling him to the ground in no time. Suddenly, you heard a deep laugh come from the direction of the alley.

“You thought you could get away, cute,” the mysterious man laughed once again.

Was this the gang leader? What if he saw you? Would you get mugged too? He slowly walked over to the struggling man. One thing you noticed right off the bat was that all these people were so well dressed. They can’t be gangsters, can they? They were all well-dressed, so they obviously had no need for money. Who were they, then? Nevertheless, you still were scared to the point where you could piss yourself.

Once the man finally reached the others he reached into his pocket and took out a gun. It took you every ounce of strength in your body to refrain from screaming. What the fuck! Holy shit, was he going to shoot him?

“I suggest you stop struggling and we can get down to business, now, where’s the money you owe?” the man questioned while pointing the gun to the other’s head.

“I don’t owe you anything, V, it’s the boss that does.”

V, what type of name was that? That can’t be his real name.

“Well then, where’s the money that ‘the boss’ owes?” V growled.

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask him?” the other man replied rudely. V nodded to the two beefy men holding the other down. One of the men held the victim in place while the other kicked him in the gut, causing him to spit out blood.

“I advise you to not give me an attitude, and I might let you go alive,” he said, smiling sadistically.

The man took many deep breathes before answering. He look like he was about to pass out from the amount of pain he received.

“Come on, what do they call you? Oh, yes, Jackson Wang, isn’t it? Come on, Jackson, just tell me where the money is and I’ll let you go home to your family and friends. Doesn’t that sound nice?” V urged on the man called Jackson with a teasing tone, as if this was all a game to him.

As bad as it sounds, you didn’t want anything to do with this right now, it all seemed so surreal. Deep down, you really wanted to help Jackson, clearly this wasn’t his fault, it was his boss’s fault. However, right now your priority was to get home and get to bed. All you had to do was get out of the area as quietly as possible. That shouldn’t be so hard right? You carefully started to crawl away from the trashcans and in the direction of your home. However, luck didn’t seem to be on your side today when you knocked over one of the trashcans you were hiding behind.

“Shit”, you cursed, drawing V and his henchmen’s attention towards you, conveniently giving Jackson the chance to escape and get in his car.

“Get her!” V yelled at his henchmen, causing you to run like you were in the Olympics.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whispered as you ran along the sidewalk, heading towards Downtown. They wouldn’t be able to get you there, there should still be an abundance of people even if it’s late at night, not to mention all the lights. Your adrenaline was through the roof right now, making you run the fastest you’ve ran.

“Speed up you dumb asses! She’s getting away!” you heard V yell behind you.

It didn’t matter if they sped up now, however. Downtown was right in sight, and, just as you had predicted, it was still bustling with people despite the time. You quickly ran into the crowd, hoping to make them lose sight of you. Luckily, you looked back just in time to catch the three men heading back the direction you came from.

“Holy shit, I need to start working out,” you breathed out as your adrenaline high came down and the fatigue hit you like a bus. On the bright side, you got away from those men, and even saved a man’s life! However, what still plagued your mind was the fact that they weren’t gangsters. They were too well-dressed to be gangsters, so what were they? Why did they have guns? Why did Jackson’s “boss” even owe money in the first place? You shook these thoughts from your head and started walking back home once again, but one thought didn’t seem to go away.

Why was V so attractive?            

Listen To Me

Summary:  You stay in your room when the Saviors come, only to be surprised that the one Savior you’re trying to avoid comes to see you.  Smutty threesome with Negan and Rick

Category:  Negan X Reader X Rick 

Warnings:  Non-con, SMUT, NSFW,  things that happen in a threesome 

A/N:  This is the first threesome I ever wrote.  I think it might have gotten a little long.  I wanted to write it for Valentine’s Day.  If there’s enough interest I might develop this into a bigger arc.  

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               The pages might as well have been blank.  You sat crossed legged on the bed trying your hardest to focus on the book, but your eyes kept darting towards the window. The Saviors were out there.  They came for their pick up early and Rick had rushed down to meet them.

               You glanced at the empty space in the bed next to you.  Rick was lying there only a few minutes ago, taking a much deserved rest.  You hated the amount of stress he was under and tried your best to be the caring, understanding girlfriend he needed.  You sigh, feeling a bit ashamed that you’re not by his side now.  

               Negan scared you too much.  You wanted to stand proud next to your man, but the way the Savior’s leader stared at you made you too uncomfortable. The last time he cracked a joke about taking you home and making you one of his wives.  At least you thought it was a joke.  

               Your eyes move towards the window again and you debate on standing up and taking a peek outside.  The image of the dark haired man with his baseball bat sends a shiver down your spine.  Of course the devil would be gorgeous.  That was the way the world worked now.  

               The door to your room opened and you jumped up, sliding to the edge of the bed.  Rick appeared, with his eyes fixed to the ground.  

               “That was quick.”  You rose and walked towards him. “Was it smooth this time?”

               “No Doll.”  A hand grabs the end of the door and pushes it all the way open. “I’m never quick and things are always rocky around here.”

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A Study in Pink

The other night my entire life changed, I think for the better, and I want to tell you about it. So this is what happened on the night I moved in with Sherlock Holmes.

When I first met Sherlock, he told me my life story. He could tell so much about me from my limp, my tan and my mobile phone. And that’s the thing with him. It’s no use trying to hide who you are (or what you are, which scares me more) because Sherlock sees right through everyone and everything in seconds. It’s remarkable but terrifying. What’s incredible, though, is how spectacularly ignorant he is about some things.

This morning, for example, he asked me who the Prime Minister was. Last week he seemed to genuinely not know the Earth goes round the Sun. Seriously. He didn’t know. He didn’t think the Sun went round the Earth or anything. He just didn’t care. I still can’t quite believe it, and he’s not taken kindly to me spontaneously laughing about it. In so many ways, he’s the cleverest, most incredible person I’ve ever met but there are these blank spots that partly worry me and partly brighten my day (knowing something that Sherlock doesn’t brings a sort of thrill). At least I’ve got used to him now. Well, I say that, I suspect I’ll never really get used to him. He is like no one else I’ve ever met. It’s just, on that first night, I literally had no idea of what was to come. I mean, how could I? I’ve come to learn that when you’re with Sherlock Holmes, everything is an adventure.

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Bruce Wayne/Batman X Reader- Drugs Make You Do Weird Stuff

You sat atop one of your favorite gargoyles that were in Gotham, enjoying the view and cool wind brushing against your face.  It was a fairly quiet night after you ended Two-Face’s attempted robbery, and you finally had a chance to relax and enjoy something for once in the chaotic city you lived in.  Every since you came to Gotham, your stargazing turned into light watching because of all the light pollution the city causes.  Every now and then you would take a break and drive to a national park and camp out, but you hadn’t done that in over seven months.  For some odd reason, Batman and his family decided that you were an excellent ally to depend on.  You guessed that meant to be available 24/7 in their terms, but after a few curse words you made an agreement to be available whenever you were on patrol, which was almost every night for you.  You had taken a liking in a certain man in a bat suit, but you still had no idea who he was.  It didn’t really matter you hadn’t seen his face yet, but you were in love with his actions and words more than his looks.  He was wearing a bat themed suit for crying out loud, but that didn’t mean you didn’t see anything you liked in that tight suit.

“(Y/S/N), we need your help,” Batman stated through the comm with a grunt.  “We’re having trouble dealing with Poison Ivy.”

“I’m on my way,” you responded and stood up, pulling your mask down on you face.

You pulled out your grappling hook and jumped, free falling from the building until you shot the hook in the direction of Batman’s signal.  Poison Ivy was easy to spot by the screams and grunts from the civilians and vigilantes that were fighting against each other.  You guessed Poison Ivy was using some type of mind controlling pheromone or something related to chemicals and plants to have them under her control.  Speaking of Poison Ivy, she was speculating the whole battle while tucked safely out of reach on a huge plant.  You pulled out your gun and checked the cartridge for tranquilizing darts, which were still loaded from the day before.  Once you checked the darts, you pushed the cartridge back in the gun and took aim, shooting a few in Ivy’s direction.  You quickly placed the gun back in its holster and grappled over to Ivy, grabbing her before the plant platform fell apart.  Once you landed on the ground, you dropped Ivy on a plant and wiped your hands off.  You looked around for the Bat Family, but only had visual on Robin and Red Hood.

“Hood, watch her ass,” you ordered and ran past him.

You quickly sprinted through the sea of confused civilians until you found a beaten and bleeding Batman on the cement.  

“Shit,” you muttered and ran over to him, pressing your comm.  “Batman is down.  Someone send the Batwing or whatever the fuck you call it.  He’s hurt, probably has at least five broken bones and lost over half a liter of blood.  I can’t count every drop, but someone do something before I even consider carrying him to a hospital.”

“The Batwing is on its way,” a british voice said through the comm.  “I suggest you join him in there, I may need assistance with his wounds.”

“Understood,” you said and looked over to the approaching plane. “You so owe me big time after this, Batsy.”

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Once you arrived to the famous Bat Cave, you helped an elderly man, who was the owner of the British voice, haul Batman onto an operating table.  When you were finished, he shooed you out of the room and shut the door, leaving you alone in the Bat Cave. The fluttering of bat wings and running water was all you heard during your time waiting for the man to finish fixing up Batman.  You didn’t know whether or not if you should stay or leave, but your gut told you to stay until they kick you out. After what felt like hours, the rest of the Bat Family arrived through the entrance to the cave on motorcycles.

“How’s he doing?” Nightwing asked, approaching you quickly.

“Don’t know, the British dude kicked me out,” you shrugged and nodded over to the door, “but from what I can hear, he’s fine.”

Nightwing nodded and walked over to Robin, who was watching you from afar.  When he noticed that you were looking at him, he looked away and started a conversation with Nightwing.  You sighed and took off your mask, stuffing it into one of your compartments. Once you put your mask away, the door opened and the man stepped out wearing bloodied scrubs.

“He is fine, nothing that surgery and medicine can’t fix,” the man said.  “Oh, and he wishes to speak to you.”

You raised a brow at the man before trudging over to the door, taking a deep breath before entering the room.  When you entered the room, you were shocked to see a half naked Batman on the operating table.  There was an I.V. connected to his right arm, putting some type of pain killer in his system.  What worried you most was that he didn’t have a mask on, which you wouldn’t complain about.  He had raven hair and a scarred muscular figure, well, from what you could see from where you were.  You approached him cautiously, but that was thrown out the window when he sat up slowly and looked over to you.  He instantly wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close, making you let out a little yelp.

“I’m so glad you’re alright,” he said in a slurred voice.

“Are you alright, Batman?” you asked him, trying not to fumble your words.

“M’fine now that you’re here,” he responded and snuggled into your side.

“I’m glad you think that, but-”

“Are you going to leave? But I love you…” he drawled on.

You instantly stiffened when he said those three words.  He loved you?  Was it the drugs talking or did he actually feel this way?

“Did you not know?  Oops.”

“Batman-”

“It’s Bruce,” he interrupted.

“Okay, Bruce, how about we talk when you’re all healed up and not high on drugs.”

“Okay,” he slurred, “but you’re staying here.”

You sighed and joined him on the bed, “Fine, but you better not suffocate me to death.”

He hummed in agreement and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you up against his bare chest.  It felt kind of weird to cuddle with the Dark Knight with his family outside the door, but it also felt nice that he loved you, too.