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sydsaint · 5 months

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Could you do a x reader fic with our three sexy himbo men with any injury prompts you want?

Protective Boyfriend Mode go hard with these three <3

Fic wrote using @promptsbytaurie 's injury prompt list.

Prompts used, 2. "Some get the medic. Get the medic!" and 19. "I came as soon as I heard."

Summary: GM reader confronts Roman and his cousins in the ring after Roman refuses to defend his title at the next PLE. An argument ensues and GM reader ends up taking a spill out of the ring by accident.

"Don't you two have anything better to do?" You narrow your eyes at Grayson and Austin as they come through the door of your office.

"Not really, no." Austin shrugs and shuts the door behind him.

Grayson steps next to him and nods in agreement. "You'd know, wouldn't you, YN." He teases you.

"Giving me attitude, Waller?" You raise a brow at him. "Sounds to me like you two want a match against some tough competition. Maybe, the Street Profits? Or AOP?" You prompt the pair with a grin.

"No!" Austin protests. "We're good, thanks babe. Gray was just playing around." He insists.

You twirl your pen in your hand and laugh. "That's what I thought."

Your laptop dings with a new email and you glance at it to see if it's anything important. When you gloss over the header your face turns sour, which Grayson and Austin instantly notice.

"Something wrong, YN?" Austin asks you.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." You grit your teeth. "Who in the hell does he think he is?"

Grayson and Austin share a small looks of worry before they both turn back to you. "Who? What's up, YN?" Grayson asks you.

"Paul fucking Heyman." You growl. "And that entitled asshat Roman Reigns. According to Paul, Roman won't be defending his title at the next PLE." You explain. "Not defending that title my ass."

Grayson and Austin watch you rise from your seat with a sour expression. You close your laptop and reach for the walkie-talkie sitting on the desk. "Tell Roman I want him in the ring in 10 minutes." You speak into the talkie in a firm tone. "Or his ass is suspended without pay."

"Umm, you want us to come with you?" Austin asks as you shoulder past him with a scowl.

"Sure. You two can make sure that I don't beat Paul to death in the middle of the ring." You reply.

Grayson and Austin both nod and hurry after you once you're out the door. You stomp your way through the backstage area like a woman on a mission. When you make it down to the ramp entrance, Roman and his cousins are already out in the ring with Paul at their side. You grab a microphone off the table and march out to the ring hellbent on ripping Paul and Roman a new one.

"You've got some nerve, Paul." You confront Heyman as soon as you're out of the tunnel. "And Roman. Oh, Roman. Tell me, who the fuck do you think you are?" You ask him.

"Miss LN." Paul remains calm and civil. "What can my Tribal Chief and I do for you?" He asks you.

You march down the ramp with Austin and Grayson at your side. "What? Do you think that because you're the great Roman Reigns that you get to decide when and where you defend that title?" You climb into the ring. "Newsflash you entitled part-timer! You aren't in charge. I tell you when and where you'll defend that title. And if you don't like it? Guess what? There's the door!"

"Pfft." Roman dares scoff at you. "Like you could do anything." He insists with a smug smile. "You're just the help. WWE is nothing without me."

"This company has been through must worse, trust me on that." You fire back. "And guess what? If that title isn't being defended by you at the next PLE in three weeks? Well guess what? It'll be vacated." You inform him. "Your choice, Reigns."

Roman stares at you and rises from the chair that was provided from him by Paul. His llp curls into a scowl but you don't budge from your spot in front of him. Solo and Jimmy both step up on either side of Roman and you have to laugh.

"You aren't the only one with goons, Roman." You remind him as Austin and Grayson step up either side of you to match Solo and Jimmy.

Roman snickers again and in an instant Solo and Jimmy are on Grayson and Austin. The four men break out in a brawl and you move to stay out of the way while they fight. You step back and call for security to come break up the fight before it gets too out of hand.

While you're calling for security Solo makes a move to spear Grayson into the corner of the ring. Grayson darts out of the way not knowing that you're standing behind him and Solo hits you instead. You get hit hard and fly back into the turnbuckle. Your head hits the pole hard and your vision blurs for a second as you fall to your knees.

"Holy shit!" Austin sees the hit first and scrambles past Jimmy. "Medic! Someone get the medic. Get the medic!" He shouts as he hurries over to you.

Not about to lose their jobs over this, Solo and Jimmy both back off. They slink off with Roman and leave Grayson and Austin to check on you.

"YN! Fuck, are you okay? I am so sorry!" Grayson realizes what happened and rushes over to you with Austin.

"Ouch." You groan and clutch the back of your head. "It's alright, Gray." You insist and wince in pain when your hand touches the back of your head.

The medical team all file out to the ring like their jobs are on the line. They push past Grayson and Austin and start attending to you. Grayson and Austin both stand by and watch helplessly as you get looked at and helped to your feet.

"Here, move. I'll carry her." Austin steps up when he sees you wobble on your feet.

"Austin, I'm fine. I can walk." You insist but your head throbs in pain with each step.

Austin doesn't take no for an answer and sweeps you off your feet. Grayson parts the ring ropes for him and rattles off a string of apologies as Austin carries you up the ramp.

Austin carries you all the way back to the trainers room and only sets you down when you're in front of an exam table.

"YN? I came as soon as I heard!" La Knight comes busting through the door a few seconds later in search of you.

You are busy getting looked at so Grayson and Austin walk over to Knight and fill him in on what went down.

"So she's going to be alright?" Knight asks Austin and Grayson, who both nod. "Good. That means you two can come with me without feeling guilty." He adds.

"Come with you? For what?" Grayson replies.

Austin steps over to Knight and looks at Waller. "To kick Romans and his cousins asses, duh." He explains.

"Yep. Come on." Knight nods and turns toward the door. "We've all got enough money between us to take care of any suspension fines."

Grayson and Austin both agree and the trio all file out of the trainers room before you have time to notice that they've gone.

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lacontroller1991 · 8 months

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Branded (Rick Flag x GN!Reader)

Main Master List || DC Master List

Requested by @witchygagirl - If you're still doing them can I request

You have a tattoo where your soulmate first touches you for Rick Flag

from this prompt list

Warnings: Heavy gun usage, gun fire, battle, blood, language, battle wounds

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The gunfire rings out around you as sand flies everywhere. If it wasn’t for the light of the continuous gunfire, you definitely wouldn’t be able to see. You shouldn’t even be here. You should be back in Spain, sipping on your sangria on the beach with men waiting for your beck and call. Instead, you’re in the middle of a gunfight on a random ass beach in South America, all because you killed a few people. Ok. Maybe a lot of people. Thus began your time in Belle Reve.

When Waller had initially come to you with the proposition, you had shunned her away, openly mocking her for ever assuming that you would join her little Task Force. With the more days that passed and the more people you saw leaving, you soon changed your mind, leading you to now. Hands wrapped tightly around your gun as you hide behind a rock, trying to cancel out the screams of your comrades.

Now you know why it’s called the Suicide Squad.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Your commander yells at you, crashing beside you and catching his breath. “We need your help out there!”

You look over to him, eyes wide in panic as your lips slightly tremble. “I can’t. My power can’t activate under stress.”

“You’ve got to be fucking me.” Rick groans from beside you, reloading his gun as he shakes his head in disbelief. When he looks back at you, terrified, he realizes that you’re not joking. “Look at me. Look at me!” He grabs your face with his dirty hands and turns you to him. “This is life and death. Either you fight or you die and I don’t intend on letting any more of my people die. Understand?” You nod your head as he nods his head. “Ok good, on my mark, we’re going to make a run for some better cover. Ready?” He asks, getting into a crouching position as you follow suit, gripping onto your gun like your life depends on it. “Go!” You and him run through the gunfire, firing your own weapons back as you watch men fall to the ground. You feel a rush of pride but it’s short lived when you feel a searing hot pain rip through your leg, causing you to fall to the ground. You try to stand up, but fall short, your leg burning in pain causing you to let out a sharp cry of pain as you look down, the sand underneath your leg getting darker and darker. Just like your vision.

Hearing your cry of pain, Rick’s head whips back until he spots you lying on the sand, clutching your leg. He’s already clear of the gunfire and he could proceed with his mission, but there’s something about you that is preventing him from going forward. “Oh for fuck’s sake.” He grumbles to himself before fixing his gun and running back into the line of fire, making quick work to grab your ankle and drag you towards the bushes. “I hope I’m right about this.”

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You wake up to birds chirping at people talking though you don’t know where you are. You remember being shot, and then dragged through the woods by Rick, but besides that, you have no clue what’s going on. Moving to sit up, a warm hand places itself on your shoulder, not letting your rise any higher than that. “Woah there, just relax, you’re safe.” You turn your head to the voice and see your commander sitting there with a soft smile on his face.

“Colonel Flag? What’s going on? Where are we?” He removes his hand from your shoulder and places it in his lap, but something is off about it. Did he always have that tattoo on his hand?

“We’re safe, that’s all that matters. We’re waiting for an evac off this hell hole,” he murmurs, looking around the makeshift tent as you nod, turning to look into the mirror on the desk across from you, confusion all over your face.

“What the hell is on my face?” You try to inspect it a little closer, but again, Rick’s hand pushes you back down, a blush on his face.

“Well, uh, you know how some people get tattoos where their soulmate touches them for the first time,” he comments as you nod your head. Of course you do. Everyone in the world knows that. And only some are lucky enough to have that. “I think we’re soulmates.”

“I must have a concussion because this can’t be real,” you comment, but he shakes his head, grabbing the mirror and holding up to your face, placing his hand next to the mirror. In the mirror you can see the exact same symbol on your face that’s on his hand.

“Concussion or not, it’s real.” He comments as the sound of a helicopter echoes in the distance, causing his head to look outside. “That sounds like our ride. We’ll discuss this later, ok?” You nod your head in confirmation as he gives you an awkward pat on the back, not really sure where to go, but at least you guys will have each other.

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esonetwork · 5 months

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The Earth Station DCU Episode 363 – Into the Deep Woods

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The Earth Station DCU Episode 363 – Into the Deep Woods

This Week on Earth Station DCU! Drew Leiter and Cletus Jacobs go into the deep woods… Martha Kent tries to get Fire and Ice to make up at a drag brunch and Lobo comes to Kansas in Fire & Ice: Welcome to Smallville #4. The Birds of Prey must face off against Wonder Woman as they try to escape Themyscira in Birds of Prey #4. Love might be in the air, but Jaime decides the only way to stop the Blood Scarab is to kill him in Blue Beetle #4. Zur-En-Arrh has taken over Batman’s body and is intent on killing the Joker in Batman #140. Ivy is working on a cure for the Lamia spores when Killer Croc, Solomon Grundy, and her infected children show up in Poison Ivy #17. Since Billy refuses to continue as the Captain, Freddy tell the gods he will in Shazam #6. Nia Nal enlists the help of John Kent to help save lives in Titans: Beast World Tour – Metropolis #1. Waller enlists the help of Deadeye and other heroes to stop Dr. Hate in Titans: Beast World – Waller Rising #1. All this plus, DC News, Shout Outs, and much, much more!

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Table of Contents

0:00:00 Show Open

0:01:04 DC News

0:04:02 Fire & Ice: Welcome to Smallville #4

0:09:30 Birds of Prey #4

0:15:12 Blue Beetle #4

0:19:09 Batman #140

0:26:59 Poison Ivy #17

0:29:05 Shazam #6

0:34:33 Titans: Beast World Tour – Metropolis #1

0:39:28 Titans: Beast World – Waller Rising #1

0:46:02 Sweet Tooth S2 Ep2 – Into the Deep Woods

0:52:18 Show Close

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Birds of Prey #4

Blue Beetle #4

Batman #140

Poison Ivy #17

Shazam #6

Titans: Beast World Tour – Metropolis #1

Titans: Beast World – Waller Rising #1

Lazarus Planet #1: Next Evolution (Cletus’s Read More Comics Pick)

Earth Station DCU Website

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sweetly-yours-and-mine · 1 year

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Far From My Eyes

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: It’s summer now, and Javier can look forward to a glorious four months with her alone. He gets to have her all for himself for what feels like an infinite amount of months, the long hazy days of the hottest weeks of the year stretching out in front of him like salt water taffy.

Warnings: childhood best friends to ??, fluff and a tad bit of angst, lots of longing, idiots in love, young!javi deserves more love, a tad bit of body insecurity from both ends

A/N: I took inspiration from the absolute masterpiece that is Fleabag and voila I have an idea for a series. The dialogue I used from Phoebe Waller-Bridge is bolded down below.

I don't own photos, or characters. Divider is from the talented @firefly-graphics.

Her hands are tucked between the side of her face and her pillow and Javier knows that it’s going to smell like her tomorrow morning and he also knows that he’s going to be desperate enough to press his face into it. She looks like those statues of sleeping child angels. The soft glow from his nightstand light only adds to the effect.

It’s late at night or early morning. She’s half-asleep but fighting it.

His sheets are tucked around her chest, and she’s wearing one of his shirts because she claims that they’re softer than hers. There’s a soft smile hanging around her mouth like early morning dew on a tree’s leaves. It’s a look on her that tugs at something inside him that’s never been tugged at before, but his mind is too muddled to make much sense of it.

They’ve spent the better part of six hours like this.

Old habits die hard.

She was only supposed to stay for dinner, but then he’d taken her to his room claiming that there was a book of hers still in his shelves, which there had been, but then they’d never managed to make it out after.

They’ve found themselves in much the same position as this for over fifteen years. Her hands tucked between her face and pillow, his underneath the covers and both of them on their sides facing each other.

She always lies down closest to the wall. This evening had been no different. He hadn’t even asked her to stay the night but she had this way of drawing him into doing the things she wanted for her, and all of a sudden Javier had found himself handing over his t-shirt, crawling into bed and shifting awkwardly as she tried to do the same.

Some of his best memories as a child come from moments like these.

The time when she’d confessed her first crush on a boy in their class, the other when he’d done the same for his first crush because it felt easier to tell it to her and not his friends at school.

The many times she’d snuck in a box of cookies and they’d eaten all of them until their stomachs were fit to burst, and they were giggling with all the sugar gone to their head.

Those couple of weeks where Javier had found a series of scary story collections in the library and read them to her out loud, and then held her as close as he could to himself so that she could fall asleep.

Dozens upon dozens of memories stacked on top of each other like printed photos, all bathed in soft yellow light and drowning in that gentle silence the night would take on when everyone in the house had fallen asleep.

Looking at her now, at the warm glow of her eyes and the way her hair spreads on her pillow, he finds himself craving chocolate chips and walnuts. Finds that he wants to hold her hand and doesn’t know how to ask for it without it seeming weird.

He’s been desperate for the press of her skin against his, the soft feel of her breaths fanning over his arm and the way her ribs would rise and fall in time. His body has been starved of her in the past few months where she’d been away from him and at college.

It’s summer now though, and Javier can look forward to a glorious four months with her alone, listening to the melodic tilt of her voice as she tells him about college and Austin and what happened when she was away from him as if trying to justify her absence. There’ll be popsicles that will end up more on the ground than in their stomachs, and his hand will be sticky with sugar.

He gets to have her all for himself for what feels like an infinite amount of months, the long hazy days of the hottest weeks of the year stretching out in front of him like salt water taffy.

It’s been two years, two summers and he’s still fooling himself. He’ll blink and they’ll be at the end of August and he’ll be laying on her bed watching her pack her things up again, and biting his tongue so he doesn’t say anything stupid, envy gnawing at his heart.

Even as a kid he’d known she’d been destined for bigger things than Laredo. Had seen it in her voice and in the images she painted for him in his bed when he asked her to tell him a story. She could do that really well, and didn’t need to rely on books the way Javier had to to have the same effect.

But even if she is destined for better, bigger, greater, she’s also his friend and Javier loves her in a way he’s not sure he’s able to describe. Which means that he doesn’t like having to see her off twice a year, scared that she’ll never come back and leaving him here all alone, the ghost of her shadow hanging around every corner.

When he goes to pick her up, at Christmas and in April, there’s a clamp twisted around his ribs and it doesn’t go away until he hears the tears at the edge of her voice and feels the way her hands press into his shoulders. Then he can breathe easy because she’s back and the inevitable has been pushed off for another time.

Javier’s drawn back to the present by the flutter of her eyelids, keenly aware that they’re slower coming back up than they were going down. He should let her sleep but he’s suddenly terrified of what’s to come in August and the hour has painted it so that he’s scared that maybe he’s dreaming.

So, he shuffles forward, and the sound opens her eyes. She starts to smile at him again.

If it is a dream, he hopes it lasts a while.

“If you could change anything…in the whole world,” His voice is still gravelly from the way she’d made him laugh this evening until he felt that he couldn’t breathe anymore. “What would it be?”

Her face is always so open for him, so easy to read. He thinks that if he gets close enough to her eyes, he can see the thoughts arise behind them. There’s a dent between her eyebrows that shows when she’s thinking and Javier presses it away with his thumb. He hides his hands away before he can think too much of it.

“My thighs.”

He laughs, “In the whole world?” It’s clear that it’s late and her mind isn’t working the way it should. He was expecting an answer more worldly from her. Eliminate corruption. Free education and healthcare for all.

Still, he likes her answer much more. Likes that she gave it to him plainly and that she didn’t hide behind words and ideas that were too big for the town, and by association, himself. The people of Laredo say she has her head too far up in the clouds, that her imagination hadn’t been reeled in at the right time and that she’s a lost cause now.

College. They say it as if it’s shameful, when it’s all Javier wants.

Sometimes, he’d catch her eye and feel like he’s the only one who ever really knew her.

He knows that she thinks too much and that she feels too much. She does too much of everything for everyone else that she forgets herself sometimes and Javier has to bring her back with a gentle hand for fear of scaring her away irrevocably.

“But don’t tell anyone I said that,” the fleshy little anxious part of her is wide awake now, her mind having mulled it over for too long. She lets out a small nervous laugh that she only half-commits to, abandoning it before it’s completely out.

Javier shakes his head, inches forward that much more. With every breath he takes in, he can smell her, and it’s strong enough that he can’t pretend that he’s making it up.

“You?”

He follows the same line of reasoning as her answer, “I’ve always been insecure about my face.” He thinks about the time she’d been the only one able to find him during hide-and-seek, and how, instead of ratting him out, she’d squeezed herself next to him and held his hand so hard that his fingers hurt. He thinks in turn about how she didn’t leave until the moment he’d felt ready. “You know that.”

Her smile widens, she’s grinning at him now. He can’t take it anymore and reaches for her hand. She gives it to him without a qualm or question and lets him thread their fingers together. “You shouldn’t.”

Looking away from her for a few seconds he wills the red to not rise to his face, “Well, thanks but-”

“I mean it,” she squeezes his hand, her voice warm. “Seriously, there’s nothing wrong with your nose.”

That makes him pause, pushes down the insecurity that was rapidly growing inside him like mould. He looks at her and frowns.

“I mean, there’s nothing wro-”

“Say that again.”

“I mean there’s nothin-”

“What?”

Javier’s just fucking with her now.

“I don’t know…” he narrows his eyes at her in the way that always makes her spill something she’d been hiding from him. The soft corners of her voice turn panicked, “I always say the wrong thing!” He wants to contradict her, but she’s already hiding away from him, face pressed into his chest.

The air gets kicked out of his lungs because of how close she is to him and how she’s staying so close to him. She’d arrived over a week ago but had just come for dinner tonight, at Chucho’s insistence only.

Despite the years they’ve spent together, Javier becomes shy when she first comes back, awkward and fumbling as he tries to pull himself upright long enough so that she doesn’t suspect anything’s changed in their relationship.

Because really, nothing has.

It just takes a while for him to get used to her and the idea that she’s once again a four minute drive away from him.

“You’re an asshole,” she mumbles and he can feel it in his chest. He’s glad she can’t see him now because he’s trying to rapidly blink away his tears.

He’s missed her.

“M’know.”

“I’ve missed you,” pulling away, she looks up at him. The words are offered up like an apology. Javier doesn’t accept it because she can never do wrong to him. For a split second he fears that she’ll go back to her side of his bed and without thinking about it, his free arm curls around her.

“M’know.”

The corners of her eyes crinkle, “Smart-ass.”

He rolls his eyes and his hand seeks out the comforting dips and grooves of her spine.

In a couple of days, he’ll regain his footing and be brave enough to reach underneath her shirt and feel her skin. Right now, it’ll be too intense for him, he has to build up to it. “You meant it? ‘Bout my nose?”

“Yeah,” her gaze falls to it. “There’s nothing wrong with it…Really, I mean it, and not just ‘cause you’re my friend either.” Javier’s just a little scared that she’d managed to read his mind even after they’ve spent months apart.

Javier thinks that the person who first said ‘far from the eye, far from the heart’ had never really loved anyone.

“I don’t-”

“You should…the tip, it’s very…kissable.”

He’s suddenly acutely aware of how close she is to him, and swallows in time with the bob of her throat. She lets go of his hand and he lets her and tries to ignore the caving in of his stomach.

Her head falls beside his on his pillow. She’s just far away enough so that his eyes can focus on her. He tries not to think of her and how she’s thought that his nose is kissable and fails miserably.

“Javi?”

“Hm?”

“Will you take me to the movies sometime?”

His forehead wrinkles, “Of course.” There’s a movie theatre just over an hour by car from Laredo that they’ve been going to since he’d learned to drive. Summer was synonymous with cold ice cream and her smile beaming at him in his bed, spending the days fleeing the hot sun and the evenings in the violently AC’d air of the movie theatre. “‘Course I will.” Fear seizes up in his throat, “Why are you askin’?”

She just shrugs, eyes falling to his shirt and staying there.

He presses, anxiety drumming in his blood, “When d’ya wanna go?”

“Oh, I dunno,” she shuffles closer to him on the pillow and Javier has to hold his head just a little further back so he can see her clearly. “Just…sometime.”

The static of the silent night falls around them.

“You know,” at the sound of his voice her eyes meet his and he doesn’t know how to describe the feelings that wash over him. He wishes that she would never look away. “Your thighs are great, you shouldn’t change them.”

Candles light up around her face and she smiles, biting her lip like she always does when she gets shy, “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Great?”

He nods and then teases so she won’t hear how serious he is about this, “And I’m not just saying it as your friend either.”

Maybe if they were both well-rested, they could have heard what he’d written in between his lines. They’re not and his insinuation flies over both of their heads.

A giggle bubbles up in her throat and the room grows brighter, even with the sunrise still a few hours away. “You think about my thighs a lot, Javi?”

He sends it right back, “You think about my nose a lot?”

Her lips pout down and she starts to frown at him playfully, “No fair.”

“You think about kissing my nose just as much?”

The amusement falls from her face, and he becomes scared that he’s forgotten how to read her in just four months. They always knew when to push and when to stop, when to be pulled and when to pull. A delicate tug-of-war balance that could only be achieved over years of spending any possible moment they could together.

There’s nothing that scares Javier more than forgetting how to pick up on her cues. He thinks that if it ever did happen, he’d stop living.

Life only had meaning when he knew that she picked at her cuticles when she was anxious, that she leaned onto her right shoulder when she was bored and her left shoulder when she was uncomfortable, and that chamomile tea helps her calm down and that she prefers witty one-liners to elaborate jokes that take years to set up and usually end up being a let-down anyways.

He murmurs her name, hoping that he hasn’t ruined his summer with her with just one question, “I-”

Her lips press lightly to the blunt tip of his nose. It’s as soft as the breath of a baby, fleeting as the flap of a butterfly’s wings, and shorter than a heartbeat. For Javier it feels like being born anew. The ever-present noise in his head goes silent. All he can hear now is the rhythmic rise and fall of her breaths. His meaning is only given to him by her face in front of him.

Awkwardly, like the rusty joints of a car, Javier leans towards her, so close to her that the edges of her face are blurry.

In the same manner as her, he presses an idea of a kiss onto her mouth and pulls back just as quickly, if not faster.

His nose and his mouth are tingling.

She’s looking at him in a way he’s never seen before. The rush of emotions that it triggers inside him leads to him kissing her again, long enough that they can both understand what he did the first time, long enough for him to feel how soft her lips are.

She lets out a little sound and Javier comes to himself again. His ears pop and his world grows from just her back to his room around him and the gravity of his actions fall down on him like a boulder.

In a jerky movement he pulls away, his heart hammering against his chest, eyes widening.

Images start to flash across his mind.

He sees her frowning and yelling at him, changing back into her clothes and going back to her house. His stomach drops as he thinks of her leaving his bed eternally, and of the way her smell will fade from his sheets in a couple week’s time. He thinks of what he’s going to do with the rest of his summer and what’s going to happen at the end of it when he won’t be the one driving her to the bus stop and then watching her bus drive away until he can’t see it on the horizon.

He should look away now, so as to make the leaving part easier, but instead he’s selfishly drinking up the last few moments he has with her, before he starts mourning their friendship.

Instead of moving away like he’d been expecting, she inches forward, presses her palms to the sides of his face and runs her thumbs under the tender skin of his eyes. “Come back to me, Javi.”

He doesn’t know how.

“Baby,” her eyes are searching his face and he’s back to her. He’s back in her arms and in his bed. His heart is still pounding but he only knows himself in relation to her so it doesn’t matter.

This time, when he kisses her, she’s already there halfway. Her hands are in his hair and though they’ve been there a thousand times before, it feels new to him. His body sings for her skin against his but he can’t bring himself to do it. His hands remain on her waist, on top of his shirt.

“Did you miss me?” she’s out of breath with her forehead pressed against his. Her breaths are fanning out across his face like the waves of the ocean.

It takes a moment for his mind to straighten itself out, for him to realise what she’s asking of him.

Slowly, he sits up, with her in his arms and his lips against hers. He gives butterflies after hummingbirds of kisses to her and she accepts each one as if they were the first. His stomach twists into itself and untwists. He feels as if his heart has just started to beat after twenty long years.

She’s leaning against his arms and looking up at him breathlessly, her chest labouring to catch her breath.

Javier wants to reply but he also wants to kiss her again and he does. Meandering and lazy as he pushes his tongue into her mouth. She makes no move to rush him, thumbs running across his cheeks, one hand reaching under the collar of his shirt and resting at the place his neck meets his shoulder.

He pulls away and closes his eyes for a brief moment and then opens them again out of fear that she’ll disappear.

“Yeah, I missed you,” he’s breathing harshly as he says her name. The words tumble out before he has a chance to think about them, “All I did was miss you.”

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Titans: Beast World: Waller Rising (2023) #1

The Kingdom, a mystical and metaphysical realm, sits at the nexus of the Parliaments. A formidable new adversary, Dr. Hate, emerges with intentions to corrupt both the Kingdom and the Parliament of the Red in the pursuit of chaos. Batwing, Vixen, Val-Zod Superman, and Black Manta are thrust together in a desperate fight for survival. They must learn to cooperate to thwart Dr. Hate's destructive plans before The Wicked Entity can devastate this unique plane, which represents a collective consciousness. This consciousness unifies the Red, Green, Rot, Clear, Melt, Metal, and Grey into a harmonious realm of peace. In their struggle against Dr. Hate, these heroes and villains also face the task of unraveling how Amanda Waller's rise is entwined with the ongoing crisis. The saga features guest appearances from Nubia, Dr. Mist, Red Tornado, Dead Eye, and more!

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gorogues · 27 days

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Spoilers for comics in August 2024!

It's late and everyone's probably already seen this already, but I needed to take some personal time. You can see last week's solicits in full at Adventures In Poor Taste.

The above images are two covers for the same origin issue.

ABSOLUTE POWER: ORIGINS #2 Written by JOHN RIDLEY Art by ALITHA MARTINEZ and NORM RAPMUND Cover by EDWIN GALMON Variant cover by MATEUS MANHANINI $3.99 US | 32 pages | Variant $4.99 US (card stock) ON SALE 8/28/24 Amanda Waller has suffered immeasurable loss…and the loss of her humanity along with it. Now, after having blazed her own trail into Washington politics, the Wall launches the new phase of her career: TASK FORCE X. Witness the rise of one of the deadliest teams ever to roam the DC universe and a shocking revelation that will make history in part two of Absolute Power: Origins. Brought to you by John Ridley and Alitha Martinez!

Also, the Kill Arkham Asylum issues will be reprinted that month, for anyone who's trade-waiting.

SUICIDE SQUAD: KILL ARKHAM ASYLUM Written by JOHN LAYMAN Art by JESÚS HERVÁS Cover by DAN PANOSIAN $19.99 US | 120 pages | 6 5/8″ x 10 3/16″ | Softcover | ISBN: 978-1-77951-838-5 ON SALE 10/1/24 Things are gonna get messy in this prequel to Rocksteady’s video game, Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League! Before the Suicide Squad sets its sights on the corrupted Justice League, join us for this thrilling prequel and witness them kill Arkham Asylum! Amanda Waller has taken control of the recently rebuilt Arkham State Hospital, and her brutal tactics and merciless methods have led to the most secure Arkham Gotham has ever known. But when the cell doors open and the inmates are left in a free-for-all deathmatch, Waller’s true intentions reveal themselves: identify the strongest, smartest, and most brutal inmates of the Asylum to serve her on Task Force X! Collects Suicide Squad: Kill Arkham Asylum #1-5. *Terms Apply. See https://www.dc.com/suicide-squad-faq for details.

#Captain Boomerang #Amanda Waller #Harley Quinn #Deadshot #Bronze Tiger #King Shark #Enchantress #spoilers: comics #solicits

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finniestoncrane · 3 months

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Line of Duty

KTJL!Waller x Fem!Reader, word count: 1.3k eheheh i am obsessed with the idea of this woman literally using me, she is my daddy, she is my mommy, she is my everything 🖤 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: oral sex, sub/dom dynamics, secret relationship, degradation, mommy kink, lil bit of electrostimulation, praise, minimal aftercare like she's a busy gal

Not even a long draw from her cigarette could ease the building tension in Amanda Waller's chest. Rage and stress, rising in equal parts like bile into her throat, her disbelief, and yet worrying proof, of the incompetency of everyone around her were driving her to what she knew was going to be either a breakdown or a medical emergency. There was always plan B, however. The other, sure fire method of stress relief. Riskier, yes, but far more effective than chain smoking or some harmless flirting with Lex Luthor.

Exhausted, and resigning herself to the inevitable, she leaned back against the desk behind her. She took her phone from her pocket, ignoring the countless missed calls, most of them from the President, the needy, relentless fuck, and typed a message to you with one hand.

"I have a job for you."

It wasn't a code, necessarily. She just found it simpler to speak in the terms she was most familiar with. It made it more exciting for you though. Made you feel like one of her assets. Something she might dismiss, toss to the side, if you didn't do a good enough job for her.

But you always made sure to do your best to please.

Rushing along the corridors of the temporary A.R.G.U.S. base within the Hall of Justice you tried to avoid eye contact with any of your colleagues. It was an inevitable part of the rumour mill. You were Waller's pet, her favourite. She treated you no different to anyone else, except you were invited into her office more than the others. You were still subject to the same berating dished out for anything less than perfect outcomes, the same shitty tasks, the same uncomfortable living quarters. But everyone seemed to know there was something there, something between you. An extra task on your to-do list. And if at any point one of them flashed you that smug, knowing smile on your way to her office, you would have blushed, cementing their beliefs, giving yourself up. You couldn't imagine how pissed Waller would be then.

Thankfully, you managed to make it to her office unscathed, only bumping into one other person, who was so focused on their own work, their face buried in a file so deep you didn't notice who it was.

Knocking lightly on the door, you spoke in a hushed tone.

"Miss Waller? You wanted to see me?"

"Do you think I have time to answer such a stupid question. What did you think my message meant?"

You entered the room sheepishly, keeping your eyes directed at the floor. Pissing her off was a surprisingly easy achievement, and something you were skilled at it seemed. So, still avoiding eye contact, you felt it was better to get to work than waste any more time.

As she leaned back against the wall, you took your place on your knees in front of her, doing your best to keep your nerve, to hold your fingers steady as you unzipped her pants and pulled them down along with her underwear to rest midway on her thighs. You had to be quick. In and out. Much the same way she operated the missions of TFX.

Sighing softly, warm breath heating her core, you pressed your nose to the carefully trimmed stripe of dark, curled pubic hair, letting your tongue slip over your lips and make contact with her. Amanda shuddered, leaning into the wall, her palms against it as she balanced herself, clinging to it to try and minimise her reaction to the pleasure.

As you circled her clit with your tongue, you let your lips cup the hood, sucking gently as she ran her fingers through your hair and gripped close to the scalp, pushing you into her. You weren't sure when she had lit it, but in her free hand she held a cigarette, puffing it intermittently between her soft sighs and moans. Her shoulders were flush to the wall as she lifted her hips up and jutted them out, thrusting slowly into your face as she let you fuck her with your tongue. You kept it moving, flitting over her as she ran herself over it at her preferred pace, groaning with pleasure as you lapped every drip of her up.

A guttural groan forced it's way from her throat, deep, hot. Her grip on your hair loosened slightly, and she let her body relax and sink to the wall. You followed her though, leaning in to keep licking, not as frantic, more languid and gentle as you devoured her taste.

"You really are the best of a bad bunch. Much more useful than than the rest of those idiots."

It felt like a slip of the tongue, her praise, as dry and tenuous as it was, still seemed like something she had said by mistake. But she tugged your mouth from her cunt, sticky strands of her arousal and your saliva coming with you as she forced you to look up at her. Without looking, she tapped her cigarette against the edge of the ashtray on the desk and leaving it there, picking up a tiny, cylindrical gadget with a light blue button on the end.

"That's why you get the special button."

You suddenly remembered the tiny little chip she had installed in your neck. Not quite as consequential as the ones that were implanted into the squad members, of course. Just a little one, enough to give you a pleasant zap. As you cast your mind back to the tests she had done on it, you began to drool, nodding slowly, subconsciously.

More often than not, Amanda liked to be in control, doling out the pleasure rather than receiving. And the tingling that suddenly travelled down your spine was a reminder of the control she had over you, and all the others. Not that she ever had to employ any other methods to convince you of that. The fact that you could feel yourself getting wet any time she shot you a glance was telling enough of the power she had over you.

"Good?"

"Yes, Miss Waller."

"Are you wet?"

"Yes, Miss Waller."

She smiled at the slight blush on your cheeks, the corners of her mouth twinging, pulling at her pout.

"Show me. Put your fingers in your panties and let me see how wet they are."

Everything she asked was so matter of fact, like she was giving you orders. And you realised that she was. So, ever dutiful, you dipped your fingers into your underwear and ran them up your warm, wet slit, collecting your arousal on them and bringing them back out, splaying the two of them apart so she could see the clear, viscous strands stretching.

"Hm..."

It was hard to tell if it was a questioning sigh or one of satisfaction, but you barely had time to ponder on it, as Amanda hit the button again, the hair on your body prickling as you whined, trailing off into a small giggle.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes, Miss Waller."

She leaned down, her large, dark eyes cutting through to your soul.

"Then beg me."

"Please, Miss... m-mo-..."

You stammered, unsure of what she wanted to hear from you. Luckily, she was clearly in a good mood, as she gently placed her hand under your chin and kept you still as she spoke.

"Who's your mommy?"

"You are."

"That's damn right. And who's your daddy?"

"You are."

"Good girl. You're one of the few around here who don't disappoint me."

Despite knowing your place, you couldn't help but beam with pride. But Amanda wasn't smiling as she stared down at you.

"I didn't say you could stop, did I? I push your button, you push mine."

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