*When Youre From California And You Could Not Agree More*

*When you’re from California and you could not agree more*

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Whatever It Takes (one-shot)

Synopsys: This is the fight of their lives. Get the stones, bring everyone back, but don’t screw up what happened during the last five years. But maybe there’s a chance to bring back even those that weren’t dusted. Well, whatever the case, that is what the Reader will do if the opportunity presents itself.

Pairing: Loki x f!Reader

Genre: angst/ fluff

Warnings: swearing, blood, mentions of wounds and death

Word count: 15676 (I don’t have a life :) )

       Whatever it takes.        The words echoed through Y/N’s head like a mantra. They were going back in time to retrieve the Infinity Stones. As insane as that sounded, it was their actual plan. The only plan that gave them hope to bring everyone back.        “All right,” Tony brought Y/N back from the dazed state, readying herself as she stood next to Steve. “You heard the man. Stroke those keys, jolly green.”        “Tractors engaged,” Bruce announced, and she pulled in a shuddering breath. They were actually going to do this.        From the corner of her eye, she saw Rocket hand Clint a shrunken version of the ship her father and Nebula had arrived on. “You promise to bring that back in one piece, right?”        Clint rolled his eyes, voice uninterested as he moved to stand next to Nat. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay. I’ll do my best.”        “As promises go, that was pretty lame.”        It had been a while since Y/N found anything remotely funny, so when the snort escaped her nose, she was shocked herself. The past five years had been hellish. And even that was an understatement.        To be completely honest, she had been luckier than most. She still had her dad, and Pepper had survived the snap as well. The twenty-two days he’d been M.I.A in space Y/N would’ve completely lost it if not for her mom. Though they were not blood-related she refused to call her otherwise. The woman had helped Tony raise her, and there would be no other way she’d regard her or him. They were her family.

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Stripping For The Batboys HC! (barely sfw)

req: "Okay, so this is my first (slight) nsfw request, but can you do separate headcanons for our batboys with their s/o going undercover as a stripper at a club? And then their s/o decides to have fun and give them a lap dance while giving information on the case their on?? Just the thought of them all flustered and trying to remain calm is funny, thanks!!"

this req is sooo fun omg! i took my sweet time with this because it's so funny and i LOVE writing about my bois getting flustered and jealous so i hope you enjoy!!!

Dick Grayson:

- dick was sooo down for it in theory but in practice he was not a happy camper

- giving you a peck before you entered in the back door he'd been making smart remarks all day about it being the best mission ever

- but suddenly once he was watching you flip, drop, and spin barely covered and grinning ear to ear for all the nasty men surrounding him he was not so down

- as you picked up intel on the newest drug cartel your "new boss" pointed you towards your loving boyfriend who was waving dollar bills around pointing at you

- making your way over you realized this would be a fun time to stay in character and approached him, squatting down and pulling his legs apart with a sultry grin

- "y/n babe stop cmon!" he whisper yelled while you answered "hm dickie i thought you were excited for the show!"

- people began hooting around you and calling dibs on who was next as you climbed onto dick's lap, playing with the collar of his shirt

- "i- uh- this is... very nice babe but maybe we should go" his cheeks were flushed while you tilted his head back, hand latched around his neck giving a light squeeze that made the entire building light up with excited shrieks

- "mhm you're outta cash mr. grayson -give me five minutes baby" you announced, whispering the last part in his ear before you hopped off his lap, going back to your mole who, after that show, was ready to tell you anything

- flustered, dick adjusted his collar with a light cough, moving to wait for you at the back of the room, his head still spinning from the show- planning to give you his own later that night

Jason Todd:

- jason was pissed. he gave a hard pass on the mission until he realized who the undercover stripper was- and that just made him more upset

- as soon as he saw you on the stage, practically glistening and covered in dollar bills he saw red, especially hearing other men whisper about the new girl and how they were wanting to cop a feel

- after giving jason a good tease on stage you gathered all the intel you needed you searched for jay, assuming he'd want to leave but you couldn't find him in the crowd, you searched frantically until you got ushered into a different room with more people

- and there he was. shirtless, in tight, shiny golden boxers grinding on the floor with other male strippers

- cheers erupted as the male and female dancers all got up on stage, trying to stay in character you whispered in jason ear "this was not the fucking plan jay" to which he replied "yeah but did you really thing i'd let other guys look at you when i can you this?"

- at that he scooped you up, setting you down on the floor as the audience erupted in cheers and dollar bills

- taking his que he placed his hand on either side of your neck and came down, grinding against you while you writhed on the floor

- feeling his abs constrict against you and a prominent bulge brushing your thigh you were seeing stars. girls were screaming "I WANT WHAT SHES HAVING" while you focused on remembering to breath

- jason leaned down whispering in your ear "you done teasing princess?" with a gulp you nodded, letting jason lead you to the back and out of the strip club, his hand grabbing your ass the whole way back

Tim Drake:

- suddenly mr. "anything for the mission" was so not down for you disguising as a stripper

- once you were in you switched from the shitty outfit he'd given you to one that would blend in better and hopefully give him a mini heart attack

- before the show even started you had all the info you'd need from the other girls but you wanted to mess with tim

- you told your new best friends (like seriously they were so nice) that you're boyfriend was coming that night so you all made a plan to give him a show

- as you exited the curtains you found tim in the crowd, his eyes were frantic until they met yours, then they widened in disbelief seeing your new outfit

- his view was blocked when three dancers stalked up to him, dragging themselves over him

- his eyes never stopped looking for yours, his cheeks flushed as he leaned back and forth in his chair trying to look for you even though women were all over him

- after the show was over and tim looked lightheaded from the lights and heavy air you came up to him, grabbing him by the tie as you dragged him over to the bar

- "hey sexy" you purred, loving the way you could make tim squirm "you got the info?" was all he could say, trying to look at your eyes. with a nod he sighed, "let's get out of here i hated everyone minute of it until right now" placing a tentative hand on your waist he led you out promising no more undercover missions for a while

(older) Damian Wayne:

- it had taken serious persuasion skills and lots of kisses to make dami begrudgingly agree

- in the club he looked beyond grumpy, his brow furrowed, wearing his best "dont talk to me" face but you could see his eyes follow you across the stage, carefully watching your every move

- you watched him grow increasingly upset when you casually flirted with your suspect, catching his eyes and giving him a small wink as you went back to biting your lip the way he loved for someone else

- after stealing a business card with the passwords you needed you decided to make a handoff to damian, what better way than a lap dance!

- waltzing up to damian you slid onto his lip with a smirk as his angry facade broke for a second of excitement that danced across his face

- leaning in you drew your hands up his chest, feeling him take deep breaths as your hands slipped past his cheek to lightly tug on the back of his head

- as you felt damians hands slide to your hips you began to grind harder, everyone was too focused on the movement between the two of you they didn't notice you slipping the business card down the back of damians shirt, feeling him let go with one hand to grab it you got up off him circling his chair to give him cover to retrieve the card

- as soon as the intel was secured you leaned in and gave dami a peck on the cheek, noticing how flustered he looked, all traces of hardened annoying replaced by pink cheeks and heavy panting, it was unbelievably hot

- giving him a wink you made you way to the back of the room, waiting for damian to come around the side and pick you up, hoping that your stunt would earn you something more later that night