EYYYYY CODY’s BACK :D
EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY I AM ANON!!!!!
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EYYYYY CODY’s BACK :D
EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY I AM ANON!!!!!
A Burning Hill (Batman/Bruce Wayne x fem!reader)
PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE
Rated: Mature, Explicit 18+
Word Count: 7.4k
Warnings: !!spoilers!!, some fluff!!, smut, explicit language, unprotected sex, oral (m&f receiving), cum eating, vaginal fingering, face sitting, slight praise kink, mentions of violence/death, (lmk if I missed anything please!!)
a/n: not too proud abt this one but oh well hope you enjoy!!! thank you for your patience!
The funeral is drab, and the weather even worse. The crowd is a swath of black—solemn faces of the mayor’s colleagues and bitter contempt of the public who emerged to pay homage, or to spit on the mayor’s casket. You can’t blame them for that. You’d rather mingle with the crowd than be standing on the smooth steps of the town hall—scrutinized for whatever the public assumes you’ve done wrong.
Your mother is a tipping point—you love her, you really do, but Christ she’s overwhelming. Swarmed by cameras, gaudy public statements and hounded by media is not your cup of tea. Senator Nahdi thrives in it. It’s a good thing your parents all but scrubbed away your existence—different last name, no sight of you on campaigns or honorable mentions—a ghost. If anything, you’re mistaken as her assistant and not as her daughter.
It’s for the best.
Keep reading
With Hearts Aflame (Batman/Bruce Wayne x fem!reader)
PART ONE PART TWO
Rated: Mature, Explicit 18+
Word Count: 8.4k
Warnings: !!spoilers!!, some fluff!!, smut, sex at the bat tower lmfao, explicit language, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), semi-public fucking, vaginal fingering, ruined orgasms, overstimulation, slight praise kink, mentions of violence/death, (lmk if I missed anything please!!)
a/n: ruh row it’s getting complicated
The current atmosphere of your life, at the moment, can be described as nothing but tumultuous. From your overloaded work load, a masked freak acting like a shitty rendition of Jigsaw, to fucking a vigilante the city calls Batman. Sounds like a shitty sitcom.
At this point, you’re so sleep deprived you’re starting to hallucinate. Not in the I see dead people sorta away…just the, y’know, like when your eyes feel like lead but every so often black dots appear in and out of your vision, but you can’t sleep due to your unlucky situation. You’d never hear the end of it if you fell asleep in the field, face down in a pile of key evidence you need to collect.
And the worst part of it is—you can easily fix it. All that you need to do is give Gordon a call, tell him you’re out and boom. Your sleep schedule is magically fixed—no more late nights and no more undercover work without pay.
But fuck that shit.
Until Ashes Are All You Breathe (Batman/Bruce Wayne x fem!reader)
PART ONE PART THREE
Rated: Mature, Explicit 18+
Word Count: 6.8k
Warnings: !!spoilers!!, smut, sex in the batmobile, explicit language, unprotected sex, handjobs, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, edging, mentions of violence/someone getting shot, (lmk if I missed anything please!!)
a/n: WELL HERES A SECOND PART BC I CANT CONTROL MYSELF SJKWEJHR also I do not cARE that the bat mobile is too small–I have taken creative liberties so wkjrkjr
The mayor is dead.
You get the call not even an hour after the murder has taken place.
It’s a gruesome scene—not so much as gory, but more along the lines of completely fucked up. Bashed in skull, wrapped in ductape and plastic wrap. This is something beyond the simple, random act of violence or a targeted, passionless hit. This is…personal. And the weirdest thing about it is that, there’s a letter taped to his chest addressed to the Batman.
Hits a little too close to home—no one knows you’re in cahoots with the guy save for Gordon. Your reputation is still fresh and you’re young. Your image can’t be tarnished this early in your career working with vigilante justice, Gordon explained. Gives the station a bad rap—specially if it came to attention that a crime scene tech was passing off evidence to the certain vigilante in question. Not even Gordon nor the haughty position your mother holds as senator could save you from that sort of backlash.
And so, like you’ve always done since you’ve been hired—you keep your head down. You focus on your work, documenting every stray fiber, scuff mark, stain and beyond. Some people, however, do not respect these perimeters you’ve set for yourself.
Surely, You’d Burn the Same (Batman/Bruce Wayne x fem!reader)
PART TWO PART THREE
Rated: Mature, Explicit 18+
Word Count: 6.2k
Warnings: smut, sexpollen (dubcon), explicit language, handjobs, oral (both male and female), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, mentions of violence, brief mention of an IV/needle, Bruce is touch starved lmfao (lmk if I missed anything please!!)
a/n: ok while consent is given on both parties, it’s has sex pollen-esque features so it is dubious consent!! just be aware of that! ANNYWAY PLEASE ENJOY (also thank u sm to the lovely @jango-fettish for helping me come up with this idea)
Fuck Lieutenant James Gordon.
Fuck him and his stupid penchant for glorifying vigilante justice. And fuck yourself for coming back here in this shithole of a city called Gotham. You’re a goddamn forensic analyst. You’re not supposed to be involving yourself with shit like this.
But alas, trouble always has a way of finding you.
It nears six months into your job when you start to hear the rumors. Missing money from evidence, smudged fingerprints, evidence destroyed. Staff meetings about bribery, pay-offs to cover up the ferocious criminal underbelly of Gotham. The list goes on and on. Half the CSI staff eats out of the hand of some crime figurehead. The Penguin mostly—dude’s got a thumb in every pie scattered across the city. You don’t entirely blame them—the pay is shit and the job shittier. If you didn’t have the familial ties that you do, you’d be in the same bind as them.
You keep your head down. You don’t want any part of it.
Honestly self insert is a hidden super effective coping mechanism that nobody tells u about but once u find out about it you’re unstoppable
if you are taking requests i would love to see flag with a really soft reader! it would be so cute 🥰
A/N: Rick Flag x F!Reader. Brief mentions of smut. Fluff. Gore. Me stuck using just random gifs of Joel because I'm running out of SS ones.
These are the nights he fights for.
At least that’s what he tells himself in order to keep going and pull through and one more mission - one more mile - one more bomb to defuse and then I’m home.
“This movie is terrible,” he deadpans as he shoves more popcorn into his mouth.
#96 with krennic, perhaps? 👀 or the character of your choice if you’d prefer someone else!
oooOoo this is a good one.
orson krennic x f!reader
tags; smut, nsfw, soft dom vibes
I don’t understand the concept of hating “like spamming” or “reblog spamming”. As someone with ADHD and hyperfocus, if you go onto my blog and get lost in the sauce enough to practically reblog the last 5 days worth of stuff I reblogged then good on you my dude my friend my bean, please keep it up I’m glad you like it have a cookie fam, you deserve it cause we have the same taste and I feel like my blog is a public library of stuff I find entertaining so enjoy the browse.
“aren’t you tired?” “i’m fine. don’t worry about me.” for the prompt thing? 👀 (i was gonna send this earlier but i got distracted)
(ily thank you)
let's pretend this is from the KILAS universe
It's sort of unfair that you have to do this work for the Empire. When accepting such a long-term mission - one that might surely kill you - you'd had a tendency to overlook that you'd be taking a job. It's also incredibly difficult to resist the temptation to sabotage these reports. You know that, in a very roundabout way, you are. And doing the work on this end makes it all the more believable. You're certain that staying up this late (the little clock in the right hand corner of your screen reads 1:01am), appearing to be so dedicated to military strategy, definitely gives you some spy kudos.
"that way i'll know you'll rest" catch me with my hand over my heart over this stupid fucking man-
keep it like a secret
an orson krennic x f!reader one shot
tags; brace yourselves...degradation, hair pulling, spitting, spanking, smut, hard dom!!!, all consensual obvs
summary; he was an imp, you were a rebel spy, can i make it anymore obvious
a/n; this is absolutely the smuttiest smut i've smutted since the spring of 2020. i guess i needed to get this out of my system with a VILLAIN it really took an imperial bad guy to get me to not be a romantic sap. please enjoy my likely temporary fixation of this jerk. thank you @gooddaykate for not letting me slip into soft!dom territory as i am wont to (or did i) and for tolerating krennic for this long ily
Grasping your arm, his grip punishing, Orson steers you into his room, the door hissing shut behind him.
“What?” you grouse irritably, though his frustration is plain.
You shake out of his hold, rubbing your arm and nursing it dramatically as you deposit yourself on to the edge of his bed. Only eleven hours ago, a large group of Rebel fighters had attacked an Imperial base - one that had been believed to be undetected - and there had to be an obligatory visit to punish someone. The attack had ended badly for the Empire. You couldn’t believe your dumb luck when the Emperor himself hadn’t come- that, likely, would have revealed too much weakness, showing how much it affected his defense. Tarkin had been the messenger, and had not failed to relay Vader’s temper to Krennic. Orson took it stoically, but you, you.
Was Orson a friend? Orson was an Imp, someone you’d been sent to help destroy.
It’s funny how time can humanize almost anyone.
THAT ENDING HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEE
and the gloves!!!!!! *chefs kiss*
AND THAT FINAL KISS I AM REELING TWAS IMMACULATE OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDD
interact w this post if you want a tag in krennic fic
4K Words of filth and it’s dropping tonight
Endure Part III
A Galen Erso x f!Reader Story
tags; smut, ANGST, a lot of it, i am sorry, this is not the end, however, but probably not the end of angst
a/n; thank you @gooddaykate for being my emotional soundboard and happy new year to all <3
read part i and ii here
The small window beyond the foot of your bed - a double, just big enough for more than one body - gave almost nothing away. Darkness raged beyond it, as it nearly always did, but you deduced it was not yet daybreak. All of these rooms on base were the same; white walls, white plastoid trim, white sheets. Sanitary, nondescript, lifeless. You peered blearily at the clock instead; the red digits read one hundred and forty three hours.
Endure Part II
a galen erso x f!reader story
tags; more imperial business, but with a hint of treason :), smut!!, touch starved smut, yearning, typical yearning
a/n; here is the second installment already. i am writing the third! enjoy :)
read part one here
Nearly two weeks has passed since Tarkin’s visit, and each day you diligently checked the prestigious and cosseted work of Dr. Galen Erso - recipient of both the Ashgad and the Roche Foundation Prizes - and found the same glaring flaw, still a blemish on his otherwise pristine weapon of mass destruction. Though maintaining a benignly professional demeanor, he had begun to avoid your eyes, to make sure to wrap up his plans at the end of each day and retire, and you were certain you knew the reason why.
Galen Erso was an accomplished man and had not produced a single mistake in his blueprints. Galen Erso hardly made errors; this you were learning quickly. His flaw was meant to be there, and you were desperate to learn why.
You wouldn’t push Dr. Erso away, you had to draw him in.
Endure
a galen erso x f!reader story
tags; a lot of imperial stuff, i love galen, smut, longing, clandestine love affair, rogue one-related canon
a/n; this is an old story i abandoned for a while but really want to complete. galen deserved better </3
read part two here
The air was fresh with the cold as it billowed, whipping Galen’s hair; just how Lyra preferred it.
“The heat is stifling,” she often complained. “The cold makes me feel alive.”
Despite the weather, Lyra was lifeless in Galen’s arms.
“I’m terribly sorry, Galen,” Krennic sounded from behind him, placing a gloved hand on his shoulder. It made the back of Galen’s head prick with pins and needles. “That was entirely unnecessary, really. How preventable.”
I think my favorite jokes are the ones that weren’t even all that funny until I was an adult, and now they’re fucking hilarious. I’m not even talking about the dirty jokes. I’m talking about in Finding Nemo where the sharks are having fucking AA for fish eating. Remember that shit? “I am a nice shark, not a mindless eating machine. If I am to change this image, I must first change myself.” Who ever thought of that? That was brilliant. Or what about that time in Shrek 2 where Shrek and Donkey infiltrate the castle pretending to be union workers? Little me didn’t give a shit about unions but big me is remembering Shrek going “It’s okay buddy, we’re from the union” and the desk worker secretively “we don’t even have dental,” and Shrek just shakes his head and looks at Donkey like he can’t believe this shit and goes, “They don’t even have dental.” What the fuck. I’m dying of laughter. Who comes up with this shit.
supernova
pairing: boba fett x fem!reader
summary: You didn’t know it could be like this, so thorough and careful and leaving you utterly ruined. You didn’t know words could hold such gentle weight, such power over you until all you wanted was to hear him speak. You didn’t know you could want it all so bad. It was like you knew nothing at all before him.
words: 2.5k
warning: 18+, piv, self doubt, feelings™
an: i don’t know what this is lol. is it repetitive? probably! does it make sense? i don’t know! all i know is i have been feeling so shitty and overwhelmed and inadequate these past few days and this particular scenario has been gnawing at me and i couldn’t rest until i got some part of it out there. this is very self-indulgent. this is the mood i’m in. i’m probably gonna go ghost for a day or two and hope my lizard brain changes course soon ldkdkd i luv u all i promise i’m not ignoring u i’m just #overwhelmed
ao3 link!
“You always take what I give you.” His voice is that perfect mix of soft and rough, grumbling from deep in his chest and enveloping you in its low timbre; you want to drown in it, drown in him, until there’s nothing left of you that’s distinguishable from his big hands, his sure grip on your body, the thick muscle of this man that hovers over you, such power and strength emanating from every pore, every fiber of his being. You want to be reduced to nothingness under him, squeezed into a pinprick of light like a distant star, burning out, dying millions of lightyears away.
You want him to consume you, all of you, until you cease to exist.