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mdni, 19, dear diary,

[charmiebklyn]

𝄞" sue me i wanna be wanted "𝄞

charm 19 bi

she/her neurodivergent nerd

♯ smut ♯fluff ♯ DCU ♯ The Pitt ♯ MCU ♯ StarWars ♯rants

mdni with this blog

all characters/reader are 18+ unless specified.

I will NEVER write incest or rape. anything with connotations of this is all fake and just an act! (consent is key!!)

lots of love,

charmie

[charmiebklyn]

any short fics you guys would like to see???!

[charmiebklyn]

𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒚

❝ 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 ❞

a/n: i don't know what this is but gosh i love secretary (2002).

warnings: illusion to past relations, fingering, squirting, fem reader, boss and secretary.

18+

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you saunter into harvey's office, clutching a notepad to your chest. “sir,” you begin before looking down at the notes you had scribbled. “mr jones is requesting an emergency meeting for thursday.”

harvey looks up at you with a slight smile before groaning “tell him i’m busy all week.” he beacons you towards him as he moves his chair out from under his desk, legs wide apart in his slacks. it’s later than he usually stays at work, about 10pm, but his coworkers insist on calling at the most inconvenient times.

you move towards harvey’s desk with a content grin. “do you need something?” you ask sweetly.

“check this email for me, honey?” dent asks and allows you to bend over the desk in front of him sneakily. a grin appears on his face before you move back nodding your head.

“looks good, mr dent” you smirk as you turn back around to face him, sitting on the edge of his desk. “but you do sound a little… uh snobby.” a snicker falls from your lips.

his head tilts to the left “snobby? me? never.” harvey chuckles sarcastically at your comment. “that’s just how i write.” he retorts, eyebrows furrowed at your sudden confidence. you’re usually sweet and quiet towards him, yearning for his attention like a kitty.

“gosh,no wonder people don’t like you…” you mumble and begin deleting and typing on his keyboard. harvey’s ears perk up at your comment.

“mmm no i don’t think my emails are the issue.” dent laughs and brings your hand to his face(s?) once you turn back towards him.

looking down at him, your ears flush pink at his smug grin. the sudden splurge of confidence you felt today caused your hand, that was on his scars, to travel down to his chest. one of harvey’s hands find its way to your bare thighs. “what did i say about touching at work?” he growls.

“that it’s risky or whatever, but i need you harv!” you pout as you straddle his lap, your hands fumbling with his belt. harvey rolls his eyes and effortlessly lifts you from his lap onto his desk.

“you’ve been so good recently, why are you being a brat hm?” you press your thighs together at his comment. of course he notices.

“i guess i have to teach you another lesson, princess.” he mumbles before he pries your legs apart, skirt slipping up, wetness seeping through your lacy underwear. harvey’s eyes glisten at the sight of your panties being pulled aside by his calloused fingers.

you whine as his thumb parts your shiny folds just like he had a million times before. “please harvey, ‘m sorry i just wanted your attention.” you whimper out, attempting to grind onto his hand for just a little bit of friction.

“yeah, i know, my little attention whore.” dent snickers at your desperation before pushing a finger into your dripping pussy. your moans come out with a shudder when his middle finger joins his pointer.

“harvey” you throw your head back as your hands travel to his soft hair.

“shh shh, just let go for me, honey” harvey demands, bringing his hand up to push down on your stomach. your legs begin to shake around his head, your pussy clenching violently around his veiny hand.

eventually, you squeal behind your own hand, covering your mouth as liquid seeps from your core onto harvey’s face and dripping down his desk.

“messy girl.”

[charmiebklyn]

my biggest marvel hc is that bruce banner loves rocky horror. including the glee version.

[charmiebklyn]

here you go my sweeties, as promised some older bruce. yes this is self indulgent. #daddy ( ˃` ⩌ ´˂ ) .ᐟ .ᐟ apologies for the spelling mistakes or wtv

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you weren’t sure how this whole predicament started: you wake up in silky sheets with messy hair and a rosey bite mark on your collar. you remember being thrown over a really large man’s shoulder, squealing excitedly and kicking at his torso and something about a very loud whine of “daddy daddy daddy”

you’re mid thought when you hear the sound of feet tapping on the floorboards, moving towards you.

“hey, sleepy head. drink this for me.” bruce demands as sweet and quiet as possible. his arm is extended out to you with a glass of water in his hand. you take it with a small, shy nod.

bruce watches to make sure you drink everything before he sits down beside you, taking the cup and putting it on the nightstand. he rests his achy back against the headboard with a tiny groan. You look up at him with big puppy eyes,wondering if you did something to hurt him.

“‘m okay, just gettin’ old” he chuckles and pats your head playfully.

“you’re not old” you laugh softly and lean into his hand.

“you barley know me,honey” bruce murmurs and takes his hand of your head to cover you back up with the comforter.

Later in the morning, you leave the bedroom with a yawn, hoping to find bruce looming somewhere. turns out he was napping on the couch like an old grandpa. cute!

you giggle quietly and bend over the back of the couch to run your hand through his hair, just like he did to you. you knew bruce was insecure about your age difference: it’d been obvious the first night you slept together. he doesn’t know that you love having a big strong old man to take care of you.

bruce’s eyes flutter open, looking up at you with one eye barley open. he sits up and grabs your waist from over the couch cushions, pulling you over them gently like a baby kitty. He places you on his lap as he runs his hands up and down your sides.

you smile down at him, hands on his chest, waiting for some form of attention from the handsome guy below you. slowly, your fingers travel to his jaw and rub against his salt and pepper stubble.

“hot” you whisper, trying not to make eye contact with bruce’s gorgeous eyes, that are roaming your entire body like you’re some sparkly treasure he found.

your hips grind slowly against his lap with a small hum coming from your throat, whilst you grab his huge hands and force them onto your tits.

“please” you pout, begging for nothing in particular, you’re already taking everything you need.

“i gotcha, bunny” bruce grumbles, his hips moving away from your pussy so he can pull down his sweats and move your cute little panties to the side.

you squeak a little as his cock fits snug inside of you, your walls contracting roughly. “bruce, oh fuck!” your whimpers and whines pour out your lips as you struggle to move your hips onto him.

bruce, being the most observant man, lifts you up, his cock never leaving you, and lays you softly on your back.

“yeahh, there we go, ain’t that nice?” he grins down at you, he wants to get rough just like you want but he can’t hurt his baby. you’re tiny compared to him, his body engulfing yours, making you feel every vein and muscle on his body as his dick kisses your cervix.

his soft stomach presses against yours as he lifts your legs onto his shoulders. “sweet girl, always so good for your daddy” he growls. oh so he did remember what you called him last night…

“oh shit, bruce!” you pout and grab at his forearm.

“not my name, honey” bruce snickers as he leans down, pushing your legs back slightly, meanwhile pushing all the way into your pussy. “tell me, and i’ll let you cum with me.”

“daddy, oh gosh, you’re my daddy” you moan out before bringing your hand to your mouth and biting down, trying to stop yourself for saying something even more icky and embarrassing. “m cummi-“ you attempt to scream until bruce thrusts completely inside of you once again, painting your walls just like he did the night before, and before and before.

“good baby” he pants taking his cock out of your pussy and looking at his art. he uses his thumb to part your folds, watching your mixed climax drip out of your hole.

You want to wake up like this every morning, with your old man that you sometimes called daddy.

[charmiebklyn]

adrian chase imagine

the bruce smut I just wrote deleted itself so have some baby boy instead

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 +18 smutty hcs !

adrian chase is the weirdest man you’ll ever sleep with, he’s constantly spewing nonsense like his life depends on it. It’s endearing, really. laying on his torn couch, surrounded by blood money and tonnes of untouched cocaine, grinding and humping against eachother whilst trying to keep his running mouth preoccupied with your fingers.

“yeah yeah yeah please, please faster” he’d whimper around your two digits, covering them with spit. he looks up at you whilst his glasses slide down his nose, begging for some relief. for his dick inside of you.

“thought I told you to be quiet,huh?” adrian nods quickly. “then what’s with all the noise, ade?” You pout back at him, taking your wet fingers out of his sloppy mouth.

“no no please I need something in my mouth!!” adrian whines and paws at your stomach, begging and pleading with his best puppy dog eyes.

you would never give in to those eyes, but he’d been so so so good for you, not cumming in his pants and keeping his mouth shut for atleast ten minutes. he deserves something. so, you take down the top of your shirt leaving you in a lacy bra that you take off with ease from under the shirt.

“here, honey” you stroke his hair sweetly as he wipes the drool from his lips and dives into your boobs, a little too roughly.

you huff and yank at his hair causing him to groan and buck up against the couch. adrian gets the message and stops motorboating you so he can lick and suck on your nipple. Bonus points if it’s pierced because your boy loooves playing with the bar with his tongue.

in summary, this guy has an oral fixation.

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I hope that was okay guys I’m so sorry for the inactivity I’ve been so tired lately!! Thank you for the continued support it makes me so happy to see the notifications 𑣲₍ ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

[charmiebklyn]

I’ll answer your requests either later today or tomorrow bbs!!

some Bruce cooking up and maybe a Jack abbot treat ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

[charmiebklyn]

my reply to these requests just deleted itself. It took me an hour. I’m crying. 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

[charmiebklyn]

masterlist

𝓙ack 𝓐bbot:

neighbor AU- all parts linked.

𝓑ruce 𝓦ayne:

greying

older

𝓑enjamin "𝓓ex" 𝓟oindexter:

my target

𝓜att 𝓜urdock:

getaway car

𝓕rank 𝓒astle:

getaway car

𝓐drian 𝓒hase:

imagine:one

𝓒lark 𝓚ent:

𝓗arvey 𝓓ent:

[charmiebklyn]

I’ll answer your requests either later today or tomorrow bbs!!

some Bruce cooking up and maybe a Jack abbot treat ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

[charmiebklyn]

Can you go I to more detail about greying Bruce Wayne? 👀

oops sorry I didn’t see this!!! I’d love to talk about peepaw. >⩊<.ᐟ

Bruce is a tad insecure of his greys, it means he’s getting older and possibly less “fit” even though he’s jacked as hell.

You do notice a lil pudge on his lower stomach and you love it sssooo much it hurts. It’s incredibly hard for you not to stare at him when he’s coming out of the shower, a towel dangerously low on his waist. It’s hard not to stare when he’s shaving his stubbly jaw, bicep flexing, looking like a sexy silver fox. (˶˃𐃷˂˶)

Now, into my smutty thoughts…

Bruce is a pretty hairy guy, especially at this age. Yes there is a dark happy trail. Yes you do lick it. Yes he enjoys it. His chest has a thin layer of hair on it with teeny speckles of grey like his stubble and his gorgeous abs are still as hot as ever!!!

Sometimes, Bruce would look at himself in the huge bathroom mirror and catch glimpses of grey in his hair and the chub on his stomach. You, however, noticed a while back and can’t help but ask, very sweetly, if you could ride his thick thighs and run your hands across his body. He was reluctant at first, too insecure, but eventually he lets you push him down onto the couch and relaxes into the cushions.

I mean, hey if we’re getting real freaky on main, he might even let you rub yourself on his stomach when he comes back from the gym or patrol… all sweaty…

Phew! Hot hot hot. Thanks for the request, spooky! And I’m so so grateful for my 100 followers ahh!𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

[charmiebklyn]

I just want a greying Bruce Wayne in my room rn. Big huge muscles that could choke me out.

u guys don’t even understand how much I need that old man to come home, drenched in sweat, suit still on, and just pounce on me.

someone request something I’ve got my smutty brain turning!!

-🍀

[charmiebklyn]

okayokay so you don't have to do this at ALL. BUT i'm SOOOO obsessed with your older! neighbor jack so i was wondering if you could do more of those?? i love ur work btw !!

Bby’s first request!!! I’ve been thinking about doing another part for my older neighbor Jack so I hope you enjoy (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ‹𝟹

mdni- ── .✦ part two! ── ── ──

Older! Neighbor Jack who lets you leave little trinkets around his -arguably “manly” looking-house because he likes having little parts of you scattered around.

“honey, what the hell is that thing?!”

“It’s a Frankenstein calico critter!”

Older! Neighbor Jack is a slut. He refuses to wear a shirt or fully put on his pants whilst he makes breakfast in the morning, hoping that you’ll pad on by sleepily.

“Geez, put a shirt on old man, the whole neighborhood can see your tits.”

“I can see you drooling, baby. Don’t lie.”

Older! Neighbor Jack would be cautious about formally asking you to be in a relationship with him or vice versa because of the age difference.

“Look,it’s almost a power imbalance. I wish we could just live happily ever after but it’s not that easy.”

“Why not? I don’t care, I love than you’re older! Makes me feel safe” :(

Older! Neighbor Jack can’t keep his hands off of you, aaand usually that means retaliating.

“fuck, Jack please touch me!!” You’d pout and whine.

“I’m touching you as much as I can,honey.”

Older! Neighbor Jack who takes his job as “daddy” very seriously.

“Hey, don’t be bratty towards daddy, bun.”

“stop calling yourself that, i said it one time!”

Two seconds later you’re bouncing on his dick whining and crying “daddy daddy daddy”.

Older! Neighbor Jack is very accommodating to oral fixations. Even if you knock at his door before he goes to work and pout, he’ll gladly give you something to put in your mouth.

“cmere,bun. Get nice and comfy” he’d whisper as he pushes a thumb into your mouth.

And a

“thaaats it. Nice and slow, good girl” when his cock hits the back of your throat.

Older! Neighbor Jack who calls you bunny (reasons in part two hehe) so he finds its ironic that people call him Dr rabbit.

Older! Neighbor Jack is sweet and accepting of your apologies if there’s been an argument, he knows that it’s normal and you’d accept his apologies too.

“‘M so sorry, Jack. I shouldn’t have yelled”

He’d hug you so tight and press the biggest, flirtiest kiss to your forehead.

“Forgiven, baby girl.”

Older! Neighbor Jack is big on praise.

“That’s my girl.” Is probably the most frequent message he sends to you. He relishes in the feeling of pride and you love the feeling of making him proud.

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thank you for the request, anon. It’s like you knew I wanted to write more neighbor jack…

Mwah mwah mwah

[charmiebklyn]

suggestive/smut mdni

Part one

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older! neighbor jack who loves flinging you over his shoulder when you refuse to go to bed.

older! neighbor jack who would never raise his voice at you but would always let you know when he'd disappointed.

"'m not mad, honey. just disappointed."

"stop being a brat."

older! neighbor jack who isn't afraid to fix your attitude with his fingers deep inside of you.

"Sorry, honey. No cumming until i say so."

"don't be silly, you know what you did."

older! neighbor jack who loves cooking you breakfast shirtless, just so you get worked up and beg him to eat you on the counter.

older! neighbor jack loves receiving, but licking your pussy when he gets home from a long shift is the best feeling.

older! neighbor jack who catches you touching yourself in his bed, thinking he's still at work.

"Awh, don't be embarrassed sweetheart, keep goin' for me."

older! neighbor jack who can’t sleep unless you’re drooling on his chest.

older! neighbor jack who thinks you look like a baby bunny when you’re bouncing on his cock.

“so fucking cute bouncing on me like that, bunny”

“You gettin’ tired, bun? Just a little more for me and I’ll flip you over and get all up inside of you.”

older! neighbor jack who just thinks you’re the most precious girl in the world.

Knocking on his door even though you have a key, cooking breakfast when he’s tired, kissing anywhere he aches. He rewards you, of course.

older! neighbor jack who loves the feeling of your hands in his hair, combing through the soft greys. Sometimes he’ll even appear uninvited and lay across your lap just so you’ll do it.

older! neighbor jack who loves licking and sucking your tits.

“ugh, best fuckin’ thing I ever tasted”

You chastise him for talking with his mouth full.

older! neighbor jack who literally cums as soon as you call him daddy. :(

“Daddy please!!”

“Shit, don’t say that honey. I’ll fill ya up too fast”

[charmiebklyn]

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older! neighbor jack who's having a midlife crisis over his love for you.

older! neighbor jack who "accidentally" leaves his shutters open when he's cooking so he can catch you drooling at his biceps.

older! neighbor jack who will always drive you home after a night out.

older! neighbor jack who tucks you in at night, leaving a cup of water on your nightstand.

older! neighbor jack who would notice you getting closer to him over time, touching him more, looking at him through your lashes.

older! neighbor jack who would reluctantly let you crash at his place when you felt lonely but would sleep on the couch so you could be comfy.

older! neighbor jack who's questioning his morals when you grab his face so he can no longer look away from you.

older! neighbor jack who lets you fall asleep on his lap on movie nights.

older! neighbor jack who rubs your back and carries you to bed.

older! neighbor jack who stutters out an "i can't, honey" when you ask him to stay.

older! neighbor jack who spends his entire shift texting you back after you try to flirt with him. "No, you shouldn't be thinking about me like that."

older! neighbor jack who has to slam his phone down after you send him a picture of your shirtless body.

older! neighbor jack who has no clue what to say. "Honey, were you supposed to send that to me?"

older! neighbor jack who's walking home at the end of his shift, picking up his phone and sending you a stupid 'dad' selfie. "Leave your door unlocked."

[charmiebklyn]

If I can pluck up the courage to write smut would we like…

☄️🐇💥

Sub! Ryland grace x co worker! reader

Rabbot x reader established relationship + age gap

Corensupes Clark Kent x reporter! reader

Older! Dr Robby x cutesy! Reader

Voting ended onMay 8

[charmiebklyn]

What the hell was I on last night….

[charmiebklyn]

"my target"

"He's my white feather, hawk tail, deer hunter"

warnings and tags: Domestic life with Dex, Most likely ooc, countryside, allusions to stalking, undisclosed past friendship, mentions of hornball business.

Dex was a city boy, so what the hell was he doing here? Vast, never ending plots of land that lay untouched, besides the odd few horses grazing on the lush fields. It's new and different but he was thriving. No sirens or noisy neighbors or a devil trying to lead him astray from his mission. His girl. His target. You.

You'd moved to a more rural area, trying to escape from the chaos that is the big apple. It never really mattered to you if you were alone or not, in fact it was preferred; you got to relax, read, have as many pets as you want, walk at night, get changed in front of windows, sit on the porch, watch the wildlife. It was perfect out here.

Dex sat patiently on your porch, bouncing his leg nervously to the beat of a record echoing softly around the house. Cautious as to not scare him, you creep open the door and sit criss cross beside the awfully silent man, hoping that he'd tell you the truth. The truth about why he followed you out here when his whole life is back in Hell's Kitchen.

"I want you to tell me everything." you begin. "You owe me." You're trying to be sweet as possible because, even though you haven't spoken since he was in the FBI, he was still a friend. sort of.

" 'm sorry" He murmurs, staring at your puppy as he chases birds playfully. You nod acceptingly and listen when he explains. Explains how he followed your car as it left your street, watched you from his car when you danced around the house with your dog. It should've creeped you out, but in a way, you felt honored that he wanted to protect you. Dex finally looks over to you with glazed over eyes, he looks prepared to run away and continue to watch your life from the sidelines.

Instead, you turn towards him, placing your palms on your knees. "I want us to be friends, Dex." You smile softly. "I'd rather have you watching me from like a meter away than from the shadows." you giggle- which makes his ears perk up.

Dex is a pretty good roommate. He's tidy and quiet: he usually keeps to himself until you initiate a conversation, forcing him to open up. Reluctantly, he tells you about his childhood and his job, well old job, which results in you giving him the tightest hug possible. You seem to understand his feelings more than any therapist ever could. You were both freaks - if you were being honest. Nobody would even think of letting a guy who stalked them into their heart. But you love him.

" I just think you should get a hobby or something." You shrug, shoveling a chunk of ice-cream into your mouth. Both of you have been sat on the couch, an hour into some crappy movie, sat comfortably munching on spoon fulls of cheap ice-cream. "something other than driving all the way back into the city just to kill evil pieces of shit." You say half joking, it makes Dex's ears perk up.

Personally, he thinks he spends his time in a perfectly valuable way. It keeps you safe whilst also keeping busy. But... he does understand why you want him to do something else, it must be scary seeing him covered in blood and wounds every night. "What do you want me to do?" Dex asks quietly, willing to comply. you smile over at him and put your ice-cream tub down.

"You could," You drawl out. "take up knitting" You laugh at the though, making the blonde next to you huff with a grin. "okay, well, i don't exactly have any ideas but i think a hobby could do you some good!" A snort comes from the right of you. "You have too much faith in me".

Dex chuckles to himself and gets up from the couch and wandering to the kitchen for some water. "I think..." He begins again. "I have a perfectly good hobby." He walks back over with a cheeky grin and plops down beside you again, bringing his hand up to your face and squishing your cheeks slightly. Lips smooshed together as he looks at you with the biggest, most adorable doe eyes, "Keeping my target safe." His lips press against yours softly and quickly before leaning back like nothing happened.

"oh..." You whisper to nobody in specific. Maybe just yourself. You always knew he had some form of attachment to you, but what you didn't know is that it was getting kind of romantic. At least for him. He grins over at you, a big stupid grin. It make your stomach flutter and your legs snap shut. You've never seen him so confident before when he wasn't in his suit.

Dex snuggles into your couch, arms resting on the pillows behind your neck. He reaches his fingers up slightly to let them get tousled into the stray baby hairs on your head. "hmph" Dex breathes out contently, unintentionally leaning his chin on your shoulder. He feels himself slowly drifting asleep, eyes drooping slightly and breathing beginning to falter.

Eventually, a sweet, snoring Bullseye is drooling on your shirt, blissfully unaware of your hand drifting to his hair and combing your fingers through it. A groan escapes his lips. Well, maybe he was slightly aware.

Sun beams glare through your fogged up windows, causing you to squint your eyes as they open. You fee the weight of Dex's head against your chest, face smushed comfortably between your tits. Poor guy's gonna suffocate but at least he'll die happy. You roughly ruffle his hair.

He groans into your chest. "morning, princess" You giggle playfully. It's sweet seeing him like this, head tilted upwards, chin on your chest, eyes sparkling like your the biggest star in the sky. His north star. You hope he never stops looking at you like that.

A/N- I hope this was okay guys, let me know your thoughts and also feel free to request. I love praise xx

-charm!