Problems Of Being A Fangirl

Apprentice questionnaire

@thearcanaweek I’ve been sitting on this list for an age and I figured the free-day might be a good chance to share it maybe it will help someone or amuse them. The questions are grouped together loosely in a theme and get weirder as you go down.

What is their full name?

Zodiac sign

In detail describe how they look 

How old are they?

What clothes to they like to wear?

What’s their favorite piece of clothing?

Any piercings? 

Do they have any other jewelry they wear?

Any tattoos?

How old are they?

What do they smell like?

What are their four trinkets?

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What kind of magic are they good at?

What kind of magic are they bad at?

Of the four, six or seven magical elements which are they most connected to? Four: fire,air water earth. six: fire,air,water, wood,earth, metal. Seven:fire, air, water, wood, earth, metal, aither.

What does their gateway look like prior to their memory loss?  What does it look like afterwards?

Do they have a familiar? If they do. What type of animal is it? What is it’s name? Is it still around after they lost their memory?

Have they ever cursed someone?

How do they handle those headaches/migraines?

What tarot card do they connect the most with?

Where were they born?

What is their favorite color?

What is their least favorite color?

Are they right handed, left handed or ambidextrous?

What were they like as a child?

What were their parents like?

Do they have any siblings? If the answer is yes how many?

Do they have any other relatives they are close with?

What are they afraid of?

What do they identify as?

Do they have any allergies? 

Do they have any other medical problems?

What about mental health issues? 

What’s that personal hygiene regimen like? 

Favorite rock or gemstone? 

Favorite tree?

Favorite type of weather?

Least favorite type of weather?

What is their favorite season? (remember winter is summer and spring is fall)

How many languages could they speak before the memory loss? How many do they currently speak?

Do they sing or play any instruments?

What do they tend to joke about?

After a stressful day how do they relax?

Guilty pleasures?

idiosyncrasies?

How do they act when they first meet someone new? How quickly do they warm up to them?

In what order would they prioritize Love, fame, money, power, and knowledge?

List four or more things they love to do

List four or more things they hate to do

List five or more things they have said that sum up who they are

How do they react to (both verbal and physical) conflict?

What kind of bad habits to they have?

What kind of character faults do they have?

What’s their best trait in their opinion?

What do they think of their appearance?

How do they interact with people in a position of authority? 

Who did they look upto as a kid?

How do they interact with kids?

Do they want kids of their own someday?

Are they religious? If so what god/goddess or gods/goddesses do they worship?

What do they think the meaning of life is?

What would they want their last words to be?

What do they want to do before they die?

What/how do they want to be remembered for after they die?

How do they express affection?

What do they normally eat for breakfast?

Do they like spicy food?

Favorite fruit and or vegetable?

Do they like sweets?

Do they drink alcohol? If they do, what do they act like when their drunk?

How do they take their tea/coffee?

What food would they refuse to eat?

Is there anything they eat that most people would find unappealing?

When going on the road what food could they not live without?

What meal gives them a sense of nostalgia?

What do they do when no one’s around?

How would they react if a prized possession got stolen?

What’s the first thing they would buy if they won the lottery?

What would their favorite modern invention be?

In a new unfamiliar place what do they do?

Someone just threatened them what do they do?

A rather well rich looking woman just dropped her purse and didn’t notice. What do they do?

What’s the worst thing someone has said to them?

What is the strangest thing they’ve ever come across?

Someone just stole food from them what do they do?

They meet a man at a crossroads. The man says they can have everything they’ve ever wanted. What happens next?

As a child what would they say they wanted to be as an adult?  ie. When I grow up I’m going to _______

What’s their D&D alignment?

What is the stupidest thing they’ve ever done?

Have they ever got in trouble with the law or been arrested?

Do they know how to win a fight?

Are they good at hand to hand combat?

Have they ever stolen something?

Have they ever killed someone?

What/who do they find disgusting?

What upsets them the most?

What anime character would they be?

What disney character would they be?

What monster would they be?

What mythological figure would they be?

List three songs that you associate with them.

I’m going to re-blog it with then more adult questions for those that want them.

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Athena

Part 3 of the “Call Out My Name” series.

WARNING: Gun violence, sexual harassment (nothing too extreme)

Time ceased to exist to you after the fifteenth repeat of your routine. Or was it twenty? You had stopped counting, so it didn’t matter. All that mattered was your routine becoming perfect. Flawless. Not a single mistake. You took a sip of water, stretched your sore feet, and started again.

1, 2, 3, 4, balancé, 5, 6, 7, 8. Assemblé, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Penché hold, 2, 3, 4 CRASH.

Your over worked ankles had given up, sending you to the ground. You let out an yelp and frustrated scream before slamming your hands over your face as tears fell from your eyes.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice called from the left wing.

You turned to face him for a second, only to burts out into another sob at his soft expression.

“Baby,” He gasped, running over and falling to his knees in front of you. He clasped your hands and gently pried them away from your face, gripping them securely in his larger palms.

“You gotta rest now. You’ve worked hard today.” He whispered.

“I..I can’t.” You whimpered. “It’s not there yet. I need to get that lead, Jardani, I really do. The director sai-“

“Fuck the director.”

You stared up at him in utter shock, teary eyes wider than saucers.

“Jardani! Someone will hear you-“

“I don’t care.” He spoke firmly. “You’re the best one out of all of those girls. None of them work even a quarter of the amount that you do. If she doesn’t give you the lead, then fuck her. She’s insane and she must want to put on the shittiest show ever. Because guess what? Even if she puts you in the very back, not a damn soul will be looking at the lead. You know who they’ll be looking at?”

“Who?” You asked timidly.

“You.” He whispered, wiping your tears away with the bottom of his shirt. He pulled you into his warm embrace, placing his hand on the back of your head and bringing it to his chest. He began to slowly rock you back and forth, massaging your scalp soothingly as your tears stopped.

“You’re a star, sweetheart. Remember that. You’re a goddess.”

“You’re Athena?” John asked in disbelief.

Athena was a ghost. No one knew what she looked like or even what her name was. Those who she worked with vowed to the discretion of her identity. If you followed her rules, you would be safe for the rest of your life. Be good to her, and Athena will grant you protection. Betray her, and you’ll die quicker than you could whisper her true name to anyone else. Those say that Athena’s trust is the best currency, and boy were they right. Not a single soul has ever seen her enter, kill, or leave. She never even left a mess behind, the only evidence of her presence being a dead body neatly propped up on a chair. Not even a speckle of blood. Everything she did was executed with the upmost deliberation and strategy. That’s how she earned the nickname Athena. The goddess of strategic warfare, strength, and skill. You would never know if she was coming for you until she was pointing a gun in your face or slicing your throat. If you were scared of the Boogeyman, you better run like hell before Athena finds you.

John couldn’t say he was surprised if he really thought about it. Of course you were Athena. Everything you did, you did with finesse. You were the best in the Ruska Roma. Maybe even better than him. He had heard of you for all these years and hadn’t even realized it was you. You did it. You became the best. It madr him swell with pride.

“I guess I’ve made quite the name out of myself.” You said smugly, a small devious smile on your face.

“You were the one that wiped out the base in Siberia?” John asked.

“Yup.” You nonchalantly replied, inspecting your nails.

Hmm. I need a new manicure. Good thing I just got paid.

“And the raid in Bucharest?”

“Yup.”

“What about that group in Berlin-“

“Everything you have heard about me, I did. I don’t lie to people and I don’t let my people lie on me.” You entrenched.

“So trust me when I say I’m going to get your dog out of there, John.” You swore sincerely.

John stared at you intently before cupping your face.

“Be careful.” He said sternly. “I don’t care if you’re Athena, you be careful, Y/N.”

“I promise.” You pledged.

You stretched and resumed your previous position on your side of the bed.

“Now sleep, baba yaga. I have shit to do tomorrow.” You mumbled, your voice muffled by the pillow.

John stilled for a moment before slowly laying down beside you, your back to his chest, and hesitantly placed a large hand on you hip.

“Can I?” He whispered softly.

You immediately softened at the tone of his voice. God, this was all you wanted. You looked back at him and into his puppy like eyes before turning your body around to face him. Scooting closer until your head rested on his chest. Without a second thought, John wrapped his arms around you tightly, pressing his cheek to the top of your head.

“Good night, John.”

“Good night, sweetheart.”

You checked the contents of your purse before slipping out of your car. The parking garage was practically empty, only a couple cars spread a few rows apart were here. Perfect.

A low whistle came from behind you.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. God, it’s always so good seeing you.” A smug voice groaned predaciously.

You recognized the voice right away. Viktor Ivar. His father had hired you to wipe out a couple men that were after him. You did your job, and only your job much to the man child’s dismay. He had been relentlessly pursuing you the entire time, even if you paid him no mind. As much as you wanted to harm him, you couldn’t. He was your mission. But now, you had no loyalty to him or his father and his men. They could try you, but they wouldn’t succeed.

“Can’t say the same.” You muttered, pretending to put your keys away in your purse only to reach for your glock.

“Let me buy you a drink.” He purred, stepping closer to you to grab your arm and turn you towards him.

“No.” You deadpanned.

He laughed loudly.

“Darling, play with me.” He woed condescendingly, a menacing threat underlying his tone.

“You were a job, Viktor.” You spat. “I know you’re not exactly the brightest, but it’s quite obvious you don’t know how to differentiate business fro-“

Before you knew it, Viktor had violently ripped open your black silk blouse, exposing your black lace clad breasts. Buttons flew everywhere across the cement floors. He licked his lips at the sight, his mouth salivating perversely.

“Oh honey.” Viktor moaned. “You should just stop talking, you’re so much prettier like this.”

Without wasting another second, you pulled out your glock and fired three rounds right at his genitals. He fell to the ground with a violent roar, clutching his crotch. You took this opportunity to wrap both sides of your torn blouse around you.

“Fuck! What the fuck! I’m going to fucking end you, you fucking whor-“

You fired another round at the hand guarding his crotch.

“SHIT! FUCK! ALRIGHT!” Viktor screamed.

“What’s the matter, baby?” You cooed evilly. “Can’t get it up?”

You walked towards him and leaned down so your face was right in front of his.

“Touch me again or touch anyone like that, the next round is going up your ass.” You snarled.

The elevator doors of the garage opened behind you. Out came Viktor’s father, Eleazer Ivar, and his men.

“What’s going on!” He bellowed. The clicking of guns could be heard behind you.

You slowly turned around, a menacing expression on your face. Eleazer’s men immediately put their guns down quicker than his face fell and turned whiter than a ghost.

“Athena.” He gulped. “Nice to see you.”

“You too, Mr.Ivar, but I’m not a fan of these circumstances.” You said lowly.

“Teach your son some manners or he’s gone.” You growled.

The man studied your ripped blouse, the black buttons on the floor, and his son writhing in pain. He automatically put two and two together.

“Y-yes, ma’am. You have my word.” He stuttered.

You nodded respectfully, turning to the head guard in charge.

“Handle it.” You demanded.

“Right away, ma’am.” He agreed compliantly before gesturing to his one half of his men to call the cleaning crew and the other to get Viktor out of there.

“Bye, sweetheart.” You tauntingly teased, a grin on your face as they dragged him away.

“I apologize, Miss Y/N/L. It will never happen again.” Eleazer begged.

“I know it won’t.” You said darkly, your heels clicking as you strutted away to the elevator. Your intense gaze never left Eleazer until the doors closed. You fetched the spare shirt out of you bag and slipped it on quickly and stored away your gun before the doors opened and you began your block long walk to the Continental.

Charon was there to greet you at the front steps.

“Miss Y/L/N. Welcome back, the manager will be delighted to see you.” He formally announced.

“I’d be delighted to join him.” You agreed.

Charon escorted you to Winston’s office. The Continental was blooming with business as per usual. Not a single person took a second glance at you. The only looks you received were ones of envy fron women and lust from men, but that’s all you were to them. Another pretty face. The thought made you want to bask in your own success. No one knew who you were. That it was you who carried out some of the best assassinations in high table history. You had the power of anonymity. Charon opened the office doors for yoy, politely nodding for you to enter. You thanked him and stepped in. Winston stood up from his desk, his welcoming arms were open, gesturing to the seat in front of him.

“It’s always nice to see your face around here, dear.” He lauded.

You smiled and sat down in front of him.

“It’s always nice being here, Winston. Especially after all of the chaos that has happened in the last week,” You sighed falsely in despair. “I heard you almost lost this place. That would have been horrible, things wouldn’t be the same without you.”

Winston leaned back in his seat, releasing an exhale. His eyes met yours as he locked you into a contemplative gaze.

“My loyalty runs deeper than these walls, Miss Athena.” He spoke slowly. “Actually, I have something for you, darling.”

He nodded to Charon who walked over to a side door, swinging it open to reveal the most adorable pittbull you have ever seen. He sat obediently, his tail wagging with exuberance behind him as he panted happily. It almost looked like he was smiling.

This was John’s dog.

You hid your shock like the master manipulator you were trained to be. No one knew that you and John knew each other besides the director and those who were in the Ruska Roma with you. Did someone tell Winston? The stakes were high, however, you remained passive.

“I can see the wheels turning in your head, Y/N. I mean no harm.” Winston spoke sincerely. “If there’s anyone that can find him, it’s you. Tell him this was all a part of the bigger picture.”

You studied him before doing the same to Charon. The two were never ones to deceive unless completely necessary, like how Winston shot John in front of the adjudicator. You were long time partners, friends even. They wouldn’t lie to you. They knew better.

“Thank you,” You said. “I’m sure he misses his owner.”

Winston nodded in acknowledgment.

Without another word, you stood up.

“C’mere, boy!” You gently cooed.

The pitty ran to you immediately. You offered him your hand to sniff. The dog then scooted closer, further inspecting you. When his snout reached your hair, he wagged his tail so hard you were almost afraid it would fall off. He had caught the scent of John on you.

“Come on, honey. Lets get you out of here.”

Charon had called the vallet and had your car brought to a hidden tunnel. As far as anyone knew, John Wick was either gone or dead, so not a single soul could see you taking his dog or it would raise suspicion. The ride home wasn’t a problem, your windows were tinted very darkly. The dog had laid his head on your lap as you drove the whole time. You wanting nothing more than to snuggle the pup more than anything. You were filled with excitement when you arrived back home, and so was the dog. He probably knew that John was in there. You and the bouncing pup exited your car and zoomed into your home.

John jerked up from the couch at the sound of clicking heels against the wood floors accompanied by the familiar pitter patter of paws. He abandoned his book and cup of coffee and got up, following the sound. The dog barked happily before tackling John to the ground. John wrapped his arms around him and began laughing as the dog hopped all over him and kissed every bit of his face.

“Hi, boy. I know, I know. I missed you too. I’m okay. Good dog, good boy.” He whispered.

You stared at the sweet reunion in front of you. You have never seen John this happy before. Tears almost rose up in your eyes. The whole ordeal made you emotional. Finally, for once in your line of work, your intimidating, infamous Athena persona result in something good. John had his best friend back, and that’s all that mattered. He and the dog were safe.

When the pup had calmed down and sat still, John stood up abruptly and pulled you into his arms.

“Thank you so much.” He murmured, his lips against your forehead.

You looked up at him and smiled.

“Now we kick some ass.”

PART 3

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the 6

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Adventures of of the Batchildren

[y/n]: *on the phone* dad? i need your help! i-

bruce: is the manor on fire?

[y/n]: ...no?

bruce: then it’s not an emergency *hangs up*

tim: well? what did he say? what we do about the portal to hell in the living room?

[y/n]: apparently it’s not an emergency

jason: *being strangled by a demon* HOW THE FUCK IS THIS NOT AN EMERGENCY??

.....

Have some Muriel Smut My Thirsty Darlings

NSFW

AFAB reader because I'm terrible at writing anything else. Mention of boobies and things.

You build a blanket fort, Muriel gets accidentally drunk, then fucks you like it's the end of the world, then forgets about it the next morning.

When you brought him the huge bottle of black mead he blushed and looked away before mumbling "thank you" and then taking it from you.

You convinced Muriel that tonight you were going to build a blanket fort (thank Portia for giving you the idea), and doing nothing but telling spooky stories and drinking by the fire.

You saw the bottle sitting at the market stand today and couldn't resist buying for your favorite hermit.

Muriel of course gave you *The Look™* like you had grown three fingers out of your eyebrows when you were excitedly explaining your plan.

"It'll be fun! Come on pleeeeeease?" You beg taking his hands in yours and givng him puppy eyes. Even Innana joined in with the begging. Muriel simply sighed and nodded, but couldn't hide the hint of a smile that appeared.

"Yes!" You pump a fist into the air and then tug Muriel to the shop where you throw as many pillows and blankets into his arms and your arms as you can carry, then you both head back to the hut the prepare.

"I'm an expert blanket fort builder," you boast jabbing a thumb into your chest. Muriel had already started drinking, holding onto his mug with an eyebrow cocked, watching you with adorable admiration and curiosity.

"Okay," he said and takes another sip.

By the time you were done building, Muriel had a slight blush to his face and seemed like he had a hard time focusing on you.

You can't stop the huge smile that spreads across your face. "Muri....are you already drunk?"

He frowns and looks down at his cup, then at the half empty bottle sitting next to him on the table, and shrugs.

"Oh my goodness..." You say and walk around your fort, observing it's structural integrity. You had reinforced the fort with magick, the patchwork blankets looking like a crude circus tent.

Satisfied with your skills you begin building the bed inside, when you're done you lay down and sigh happily, sinking into the numerous cushions, blankets and furs.

"Come on in," you tell Muriel from your cushions. You hear him set his mug down and then he pokes his head inside, childlike wonder on his face.

"This is...actually really amazing..." He says crawling in further. His gaze falls on you, nestled in all the pillows, and he crawls in until he's right next to you, then nuzzles his face in your neck. "You're amazing..." He mumbles.

"You're totally drunk right now, it's adorable," You say giggling.

You expect him to pull away face burning telling you he's not, but he unexpectedly starts kissing your neck, his hand running up and down your thigh, hiking your skirt up.

Your breath hitches and you arch into him, a quiet moan escaping from the sudden intimate touch.

"...this okay?" He asks quietly, face still buried in your neck. You only nod and make a "mhm" sound, your own hands travelling over his shoulders and down his arms.

He runs his hand higher up your exposed thigh, fingertips leaving a featherlight trail of sensation on the soft skin.

He gets close to the heat between your legs then runs his hand back down, smiling at your frustrated sigh from the lack of contact against your wetness, then he runs his hand back up, rougher this time, over your hips, over your belly, up to your breast and squeezes it slightly.

He kisses lower until he gets to the the ties of your shirt and bites the strings, undoing them with his teeth, pulling open your shirt and kissing down between your breasts. You tangle your hands in his hair trying to guide his warm mouth to your nipple but he grabs your wrists gently and and pins them above your head.

"No..." He slurs and brings his mouth to your neck again. His arms were long enough to hold you in place, and kiss down your body while you wiggled and moaned, begging him for release.

He nipped at your hips, leaving little hickeys on the insides of your thighs and grinning at you when your begging got louder.

"Shhh," he hushed you drunkenly and you couldn't help but giggle, your giggle turning into a moan when he kisses your pussy through your underwear. You toss your head back, burying your face into the nearest pillows, and tilt your hips up, but he pulls away again.

With one hand still pinning your wrists, he uses the other to pull your underwear aside and run his tongue up through your soaked folds, gently using his thumb to rub circles around your clit.

You see stars from the sensation, struggling against him and moaning his name into the pillows. He releases your wrists and grabs the meat of your outer thighs to keep them apart, his tongue buried inside you.

You're barely cognitive as one hand is buried in his hair and one hand is fondling your breast, lost in the waves of pleasure rippling through you.

You're on the verge of an orgasm when he pulls away and starts undoing his own clothing. The bulge in his pants makes you impatient, so you undo his buckles with a wave of your hand, pulling off his clothes with a frustrated gesture. He yanks your underwear down your legs, and you pull the rewt of your shirt off.

He grabs your wrists again and pins you down, thrusting into you roughly. You scream his name and arch your back, gasping at his sudden fullness inside you, your walls clenching around him and your thighs squeezing together.

God he was big.

He starts slow, rocking into you then goes absolutely primal. His quiet moans turn into full on grunts as he pounds into your body

"Mu-ri-el!" You scream and rake your fingernails down his back, watching his hips slam into yours over and over again.

You're close to probably the greatest orgasm of your life and you can tell he is to. It hits you unexpectedly, spiraling through your body from your core, making you clench even tighter around him, he thrusts one more time, going even deeper and moans loudly into your neck.

You feel his warm cum filling you and then spilling out, then you both relax and he falls halfway on top of you, not even pulling out.

He gives you a sloppy kiss and then proceeds to pass out.

You pull a blanket over the both of you, and wrap your arms around him, feeling him go soft inside you. It's a strange sensation, but you're too tired to really care at this point, srill coming down from your orgasm.

"If getting you drunk makes you fuck like that we'll have to do it more often," you say more to yourself before falling asleep.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

You're not quite sure exactly what woke you up, but your eyes are open and you're suddenly wide awake. And very conscious of Muriel still still inside you, which immediately arouses you. He's still in a deep sleep, but he seems to be having a dream.

He rocks gently into you, and you can't helo but moan a little. His dick grows hard inside you and your still swollen pussy clenches around him.

He mumbles something in his sleep and rocks his hips against you gently, twitching a little. You run your hands up and down his back, trying to wake him up without startling him.

He opens his eyes and stares at you sleepily before rolling you both over so you're now on top, his rigid cock throbbing inside you.

You involuntarily start moving your hips against him, feeling every inch of him as you both have sleepy morning sex, a stark contrast to the fuck he gave you last night.

He finishes slowly and quietly, and then pulls out, you lay on top of him, playing with his messy hair.

"I think I drank too much..." He finally says.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" You ask trying to hide the grin on your face.

He doesn't asnwer immediately, then shakes his head, groaning slightly. "No...I just have a headache now."

You bring healing magick to your fingertips and try to ease most of the pain.

"So you don't remember anything?" You say sitting up and raising an eyebrow.

"I remember you building this..." Muriel gestures to your epic blanket fort. "And then...it's a blank. Why did I...do something?" His face grows red, and you can visibly see him remembering waking up half on top and fully inside you. "Oh...." He says and closes his eyes. "Are you okay? I didn't....hurt you?"

"Of course not," you say cupping his cheek. "Muriel you would never hurt me. Drunk or not." You grin down at him.

He doesn say anything, just glances behind you and mumbles something about need firewood. You give him a long kiss, feeling hin relax a little and and then you both get dressed.

You're very sore but you try not to show it, you know it would only make Muriel feel even worse, even though you really didn't mind.

"So...you want to do it again tonight?" You waggle your eyebrows at him and adore the way his face turns a deep shade of crimson.

"I'm not drinking that much though," he grumbles.

You only laugh and wrap your arms around him, knowing full well you're absolutely going to get drunk and have some fun, even if he isn't.

- Heckin thank for read!

Kinktober Masterlist

2017

Day 1: Spanking - Cassian Andor

Day 2: Dirty Talk - Bodhi Rook

Day 3: Public - Poe Dameron

Day 4: Begging - Lance Tucker

Day 5: Cuckolding - Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Day 6: Bondage - Chase Collins

2018

Day 1: Face-Sitting - Bucky Barnes

Day 2: Begging - Matt Solo (Solo Triplets AU)

Day 3: Edgeplay - Cable

Day 4: Mirror Sex - Ben Solo

Day 5: Sadism/Masochism - Billy Russo

Day 6: Daddy - Poe Dameron

Day 7: Praise Kink - Dr. Carlton Drake

Day 8: Hate-fucking/Angry Sex - Loki

Day 9: Lingerie - Hux

Day 10: Hair-pulling - Bruce Banner

Day 11: Object Insertion - Kylo Ren

Day 12: Licking - Clint Barton

Day 13: Gags - Thor

Day 14: Cunnilingus - Sam Wilson

Day 15: Uniforms - Steve Rogers

Day 16: Frottage - Finn ft. Poe Dameron

Day 17: Masturbation - Bodhi Rook

Day 18: Role Reversal - Scott Lang 

Day 19: Public - Cassian Andor 

Day 20: Dirty Talk - Lance Tucker

Day 21: Food Play - Obi-Wan Kenobi

Day 22: Hand Jobs - Chris Beck

Day 23: Scars - Jefferson/Mad Hatter

Day 24: Shower/Bath - Frank Castle

Day 25: Boot Worship -  Young Lando Calrissian

Day 26: Roleplay - Doctor Strange

Day 27: Against a wall - Chase Collins

Day 28: Stripping/Striptease - Erik “Killmonger” Stevens

Day 29: Double (Or more) Penetration - Stucky 

Day 30: Stockings/Tights/Pantyhose - Tony Stark

Day 31: Any combination of the above! - Bucky Barnes

The Batboys telling their dad Happy birthday!