2 men walked into a bar

For which f are you drinking, fuck, forget, or fun?

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Drarry

Warnings: cursing, smut, past wounds, war…

So this is a little something i wrote a while ago, but never had the chance to post! I’ve never written any kind of smut before, so it might not be the best, but I hope you like it! The only reason it is any good is thanks to @yesbocchan who helped me a lot! I have already written a part 2, not sure when i’ll post though…

Harry walked into the bar with the full intention of getting drunk. Sick, throwing up, hook-up-with-a-stranger drunk. That’s why he chose a muggle bar, packed and loaded. He was immediately welcomed with the warmth and hearty smell of beer and the cries of jovial men and giggles of girls in tight shirts. He headed straight to the wood bar and hopped up on to one of the squeaky leather stools, relishing in the anonymity of muggle public places: no one asking for autographs, no news paper reporters judging him for drinking​ whatever the hell he wanted. He ordered a drink then turned on his stool, leaning against the counter with his elbows propped behind him.

He scanned the area, looking for any potential women, or men, that he could try and seduce. He wasn’t really much of a flirt, but every once in a while he worked up the courage to try his best. Besides, he was feeling friendly tonight. It was like his personal revenge on Ginny for dumping him.

In all fairness, they hadn’t really been in love anymore for a few months now. Ever since he had realized that, he had finally allowed himself to accept his bisexuality and actually live a normal life. It felt terrible at first, but now he was in the i-dont-give-a-fuck phase and in short, he was single and ready to mingle.

The bartender set a drink behind him with a clunk and he almost jumped. He thanked him and threw a few coins he dug out of his pocket on to the counter, which he picked up with a huff.

After a while a stranger at Harry’s left downed the third shot that had been waiting in front of him and called the bartender, ordering a fourth with two fingers in the air. He looked tall, slender, but lean. Harry couldn’t see much of his face, besides the tip of a  a long, pointed nose poking out from behind his hair. He had very close-cropped hair on the sides from what he could tell, but a long fringe on the top of his head extended to brush his sharp but thin jawline. Harry could tell he was heavily tattooed, the ink climbing up to behind his ears.

“So,” Harry started when the drink set between the man’s long, perfectly manicured fingers. A tattoo of a snake curled around his fourth finger, and Harry could have sworn it had moved when he spoke. “For which f are you drinking, fuck, forget, or fun?”

At first he didn’t say anything, then he took the shot in a single, swift motion. Harry watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down, and when he brought a hand to push back his fringe he caught a glimpse of high cheekbones and light eyelashes, slightly familiar, but he knew he had never met a man so covered in ink. He licked his lips, waiting for him to answer.

“I was wondering when you’d talk to me,” he turned to face him, and Harry’s jaw dropped.

“M-malfoy? What are you doing here?” he gulped, trying to remain cool. The years had changed his old rival: he was now in his early twenties, his once pointy features had softened out and his eyes seemed to have gotten brighter, livelier, and he had gotten, in all, exponentially hotter.

“The same as you, I imagine.” He shrugged, not breaking eye contact. “And to answer your earlier question, I’m here for two reasons, none of which are forget.” He arched an eyebrow. Harry felt something, maybe his Gryffindor courage, or simple adrenaline, take over, and he took a chance. He slid slightly closer, looking up at him through dark lashes, “seems like we’re here for the same things, then,” he said, “care for a drink? My gift.”

Draco peered down at him, then agreed with a small nod. Harry signaled the bartender and turned back to the blonde, crossing his fingers in his pockets. ‘don’t screw up,’.

They spent a bit more of the evening talking, catching up, drinking some more. Draco didn’t seem to have a single instant without a glass glued to his hand, and Harry, being oblivious as he was, didn’t notice. He carried on, leading the conversation this way and that, usually around quidditch or some other interest of his. Draco didn’t fail to observe that, though. 'he’s passionate, I’ll give him that,’ he thought. He downed another one of his drinks, zoning out from the animated explanation Harry was giving him to think about himself for a change. His life. His parents. His job. His love life. 'fucked up, disowned, barely enough and currently MIA.’ he listed off mentally. He might have lied a little: he was drinking for all 'f’s. He sighed.

“You do realize I don’t really give a  fuck, right?” He cut the Golden boy off. Harry jumped, startled at the slight change in his tone. “Umm… pardon?”

“I said, you deaf idiot, I don’t give a fuck about what you’re talking about. Maybe boasting about saving the world and all would work on the random chick passing by but you’ll need to be a bit more creative to get me in your bed.” he threw two coins on the bar and made a move to get up, a disgusted look on his face. He was drunk but still not drunk enough: his problems kept following him around and he wasn’t about to face them with Harry-bloody-Potter with him. He was a too cruel reminder of why he was in this situation in the first place.

“Wait!-” he felt a hand set on his thigh, setting heat through his entire body and pinning him to the stool. He recovered from his surprise quickly and looked back at him with a sneer.

“I told you, Potter, fuck off.” He shook off his hand and walked past the dancing strangers, pushing through the crowd before stepping outside into the cool, refreshing air. He took a deep breath, trying to cool down, slow his heart rate, to breath. He took off his leather jacket despite the autumn wind, then, throwing a glance at the light spilling out from the bar, went around the side of the building. There he set his back against the bricks, letting it hold his weight, then slid down to the floor. He took from his pocket a small packet, pulling out a familiar white and beige death stick, and lit it with the other hand. The flame flickered before him, almost taunting, the only light beside the stars above. Once lit, the burning tip shone solitarily, attracting his vision. He sucked in a deep breath, feeling the nicotine filling temporarily the hole inside him.

“Mind if I join?” A voice rang out in the silence as he blew, the smoke clouding the air before him.

He snarled, getting ready to leave, with a “I told you, Potter, I don’t want to see you-”

“Wait!- I’m sorry, okay?” Harry sighed, trying not to think about how hot a smoking Draco looked. “I want to make it up to you, okay? Can i- can I just sit?” Draco peered up at him, took another puff, then nodded slowly, moving his leather jacket aside.

Harry sat down beside him, careful not to touch him, propping his elbows on his knees. He resisted the temptation to stare at Draco: he was, as far as he could see, covered entirely in tattoos. His sheer white shirt made a beautiful contrast, and it seemed like a silver chain peeked out from beneath. The pendant was a rope- no, a snake- curled around what looked like a sword. Malfoy set his head back on the wall, making his Adam’s apple stick out and his slender jawline catch the meager light.

“So, um, Malfoy,” he started, clearing his throat when those silver eyes rolled to him between slightly squinted lids. “Why…why all that ink? If you want to tell me, that is,” he added quickly when he saw his eyes narrow to slits. Once again, he waited, eyeing Harry carefully, taking in the Golden Boy who wasn’t so much of a boy after all those years.

“As I’m pretty sure you know, I’ve been tattooed since I was a teenager,” he took another puff, offering the cigarette to Harry who shook his head. “And of course, with my reputation, despite the minimal redemption your testimony gave me, the wizarding world doesn’t want anything to have to do with me. So I took to the muggle world.”

“It was definitely hard at first, having to not use magic in public. And, of course, even if they didn’t know what it meant, the dark mark prevented me from getting any kind of job. It’s not exactly a welcoming design.” He turned his forearm up, leaving the skull facing up at the sky. Or rather, where the skull should have been. “So I wanted to get it removed. I mean, magic couldn’t get it out, but maybe muggle work could.” He blew out a long chain of clouds, covering his face for a moment. “But it didn’t. So, after some asking around, I found out I could get it covered up. I got a narcissa flower, for my mother, but I kept the snake because I didn’t have enough money for more.”

“You know, it is a really nice design…” Harry muttered, earning a chuckled from the blonde.

“You think so, too?” He smiled slightly, and it sent flutters through Harry’s stomach. “I drew it. And all of them, actually. The manager at the tattoo parlor loved them, too, so he offered me a job there.”

“And what did you do?” Harry asked, immediately cursing himself for sounding like a petulant child. “I mean..did you take it?”

“Yes, well… not tattooing, just drawing. I can’t afford the apartments in the area and I live too far to be able to work full time. I just send some every day and a paycheck comes in the mail once a week.” Seeing Harry eyeing the tattoo, he held out his arm before him. “You can touch them if you want to,” he said with a smirk. Harry glared at him but took it anyway.

He held him delicately at the wrist, then traced the snake, a faded grey, inactive. Draco felt goosebumps rise all over his arm, and quickly put the cigarette to his lips so the widening og his eyes wasn’t visible. Harry’s calloused fingertips, then, brushed the flower, following the bouquet that surrounded the snake, so detailed, so colorful, so beautiful. Wrapping around the width if his arm, vines curled, leaves, roses, under his elbow, over his biceps, and at this point Draco was practically shaking from excitement. Harry, occupied in what he was doing, followed the tracks, continuing on to the tree on his shoulder, then grabbed his other hand. The snake on one of his fingers writhed a bit, but soon hissed softy under his touch. The forgotten cigarette stub fell to the dirt, still incandescent. Harry shifted to sit in front of him, and once again encircled the black band inked across Draco’s wrist, the sun, moon, star all in a row beneath it, followed by a great owl whose wings spread all around. Below the crook of his elbow was a compass, the skin smooth and soft, and Harry followed it with more fervor, letting the north arrow guide him to the upper arm, where a beautiful, intricate dragon reared its head and wrapped it’s tail over the compass, breathing fire up his shoulder. Harry pushed back the sleeve to uncover a fiery tree once again, framed in the flames, before letting the sleeve fall back to shift to the collar. At this point he was on his knees, almost leaning on Malfoy, who was crumbling below him. The rough skin of Harry’s fingertips was now on his collarbones, on the two arrows lining the bone. And above each, in all caps, the words 'ANGEL’ and 'DEVIL’

Harry sucked in a breath, both his hands now on Draco’s chest. His face was barely inches from his neck, and his lips trembled with anticipation. He heard -

Wait, did he hear that right? Did Malfoy just whimper?

Harry smirked involuntarily, but at the same time felt a surge of adrenaline course through his veins. Maybe, just maybe, he could admit that Draco was…good looking. And the jacket, the tattoos, the cigarette gave him a bad boy vibe that made him go nothing short of crazy.

He approached the colored skin, staring intently at the lettering, before closing his eyes, and setting his mouth on the warm, soft skin.

Where Harry’s lips met him, Draco’s skin was on fire. He could feel himself give way beneath them, succumbing to his touch. At first it was just a butterfly kiss, barely brushing his collarbone. Then he pressed a little harder, before flitting his tongue out, leaving wet trails around his neck when he shifted to the 'DEVIL’ side. Draco gripped his back, fisting the material of the brunette’s jacket, biting back a moan. At this point Harry was practically on top of him, and Draco’s legs were almost wrapped around his waist. And suddenly - Draco’s eyes went wide and he gasped  when he felt the scratch of teeth, softly enough not to tear but still sending his heartbeat into a frenzy.

Harry slid his hands along the blond’s thighs, thanking Merlin for skinny jeans. He then slipped them underneath, all the while moving up his neck with his mouth, sucking and nipping. Oh, he was going to have some bruises left tomorrow. Draco tilted his head, allowing him easier access, and wrapped his arms around his neck. Harry, then, hoisted him up and stood while carrying him, pushing him up against the hard wall and grinding his hips into the other’s. Draco welcomed him and tightened his legs to push back, moving in sync.

At this point Harry was up to his jawline, and Draco was definitely sure Harry’s hands had moved to his ass. He felt the brick wall behind him push him deeper it Harry’s grasp, trapping him, making Harry’s hips dig into his own. He could feel the pain, and at the same time the strength of Harry’s arms taught around him. He felt another sharp bite and this time gripped him by the shoulders, before silently throwing them into the claustrophobia- inducing whirl of apparation.

In mere moments they crashed onto Draco’s bed, Harry on top of Malfoy and shifting to his mouth. They met with a clanging of teeth, not as uncomfortable as Draco would have thought it would be, the kiss hungry and demanding. Malfoy grabbed Harry’s jacket and practically ripped it off him, without detaching their lips from each other. The brunette slid his hands underneath Draco’s shirt, pushing up the white fabric and making Draco’s heartbeat go wild, and he arched his back to pull it over his head and throw it on the floor.

Harry finally broke off the kiss, needy for oxygen, and pulled off his own shirt in the process. Malfoy couldn’t hold back the uncontrollable thrust of his hips upwards, and took in the sight that was Harry Potter while it lasted.

Auror training, he had to admit, was going good for Harry.

Harry, too, took a moment to admire Draco. The tattoos were less dense on his chest, but were there, nonetheless. An intricate ship adorned his left pec, sailing on dark waters, the mast pointing up to the 'ANGEL’, but below, a long, coiling sea monster menaced. On the right, a mountainside. Harry was so caught up in the details, he sort of- though he would never admit it- forgot he was in the middle of something. Draco, though, had taken less time, and was getting impatient. His old rival reminded him of a time when he was used to getting what he wanted, and he wanted Harry. Now. This instant.

He growled, flipping Harry over so he was pinned to the bed, hands beside his head. Draco leaned to his ear, catching his lobe between his teeth. “Like what you see?” He whispered, his breath running down Harry’s neck. This time, it was the brunette’s turn to hold back, in vain, the sudden push. Draco took this as a cue to plant his palm on his hips, slamming him down onto the sheets. He trailed his lips down his neck, feeling his frantic breathing make his rib cage tremble. Harry’s skin was damp and slick, he could taste the salt of sweat on his lips. He let his tongue drag behind, down his collar, through his pecs… until he felt the hard bump of his nipple and stopped. He played with it, circling it with his tongue a bit, to which he heard Harry suck in a breath. Then he encased it with his lips and sucked, hard.

Harry’s hands flew to the Platinum blond hair, fingers intertwining with the locks as he pulled desperately, choking back a whine. Draco continued until Harry could have sworn it had swollen, then he felt him move down, slowly but steadily, over the edge of his ribs, the crook beneath, his abs….

Draco felt Harry tug on his hair again when he reached the waistband, and he couldn’t hold back the smirk. He moved the hand on his hip to the zipper, sliding it open excruciatingly slowly and undoing the button, before sliding a finger under the elastic. In the small opening it allowed him, he flit his tongue in and out, in and out, without ever going far enough.

He brought his other hand on Harry’s chest, palm flat and fingers splayed, and with a last lick pulled himself back up, resisting the pull on his hair.

“You are such a fucking tease, Malfoy,” Harry hissed, before grabbing Draco’s ass roughly, banging his crotch against his.

“Oh, shut up will you?” Draco retorted and captured his lips in his own, nibbling as he let his fingers meander over his lower torso, playing once again with the brim of the Golden Boy’s briefs, inching them down his hips.

“Just,” Harry was out of breath at this point, and the pain in his pants made him feel light-headed.“Just fucking do something!” He demanded, pushing his jeans down with one hand and squeezing Draco even more.

“Then why didn’t you say so?” Draco taunted, and with a last bruising kiss he tore himself from Harry, pulling down the boxers all the way.

He didn’t waste much time looking at it, despite the fact that there was a lot to look at.

Harry clenched his jaw and took a fistful of blond hair when he felt his warm lips close over his cock, screwing his eyes shut as a moan escaped his lips. He pushed his hips back and forth, following the movement of those thin rose lips he had dreamt of for so long. Screwing his eyes shut, he allowed Draco to take over.

When he felt on the verge of coming, he felt the blond set his hand on his hips again, and slowly, pulled his cock out of his mouth, making Harry squirm beneath him. Draco gave him a last lick and slid up to Harry’s face, covering his jaw in wet kisses, enjoying the feeling of Harry writhing like a snake because of him, practically begging for more. When he reached the end of his jaw he brought himself closer to his ear.

“Wait, you can’t come like this: I won’t allow it.” Harry felt a shiver down his spine at his husky voice, ragged.

“Oh, yeah? How do you want me to come, then?” Harry panted.

“Turn over,” Draco ordered.

Harry felt a soar of elation, letting Malfoy turn him, on all fours. Draco first set his hands on his shoulders, then leaned on to him so his hardened shaft was pressed against Harry’s crack, and had he not already been hard it would have been an immediate erection. He felt Malfoy’s hot, panting breath on his nape, his long fingers sliding down his spine gingerly, all the way to his ass.

“Do you want me to fuck you until you scream?” He licked his lobe maliciously.

“Fuck, yes! Just- yes, go!” Harry whimpered. Draco didn’t need any more convincing: he uttered a wandless spell that stretched his cock in lube, and the he spread his ass cheeks, shoving his long, slender fingers in, before replacing them with is cock. He took a few thrusts before finally getting in all the way, and when he felt Harry tighten around him he rocked with the rythm, grabbing his hips.

Meanwhile Harry had his face pressed into the matress, biting down on the sheets and trying not to let his moans escape: but they did, and Draco heard it. The blond smirked and let go if his hips, still rocking back and forth, and grabbed the brunette’s shaft. Harry’s eyes snapped wide open and he released the sheets, and starting to breathe heavily as he brought his hands over Malfoy’s. He rubs them up and down, guiding him feverishly, going faster and faster, feeling Draco speed up inside of him, the release so close he wants to yell.

When they come at the same time it’s a hot, sticky mess. Harry feels the warm substance fill him up, almost to the brim, and Draco feels it spill over his hands. They both breath deeply, not moving at first, Draco hanging his head back in pleasure. Harry drops his hands, bring them to fist the sheets beside him, and closes his eyes peacefully. The sour stench of sex has filled the room, the dawn light filtering through just barely, giving the room a bluish tinge.

Finally, Malfoy pulls out carefully, the cum falling over Harry’s butt cheeks. He slides his hands off of Harry’s cock and stands up, leaving Harry to falter and collapse on the bed, emptied and exhausted. He vaguely heard footsteps heading out of the room, getting fainter and fainter.

He shifted gingerly, his sore body aching, and turned on his back. He stared up at the ceiling: why was there so many cracks? He suddenly realized he hadn’t been to one to transport them, and he was probably at Draco’s. And wait- he did that without a wand, he just remembered! He couldn’t help being impressed. He cast a glance around the room. It was small, the paint peeling in the corners and smelled of worn leather and herbs. It felt strange seeing Malfoy live in a place like this, so salubrious and, well, filthy. But…warm, homely. And it had that certain petrichor smell that Draco had always had, along with his lavender cologne.

He could feel his eyes getting heavier, and for a moment he considered apparating home: his wand was in the pocket of his jacket at arm’s length away, but he just couldn’t bring himself to leave. He was too tired to ask himself why, but something made him feel, well, at home.

And after some time his eyelids finally shut, as he succumbed into the dark tunnel of sleep.

Show Me Love - Masterlist

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

Ignore my shit graphic, I made this on my phone…

Professor Bucky Barnes x Student Female Reader

Summary: College!AU Where sex-on-legs Dr. Barnes is your History professor that makes it impossible to pay attention in class.  Perhaps it’s the danger of it all, but god help you - you can’t stay away. (COMPLETE)

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StudentXProfessor relationship (No minors involved, Reader is a Grad student and completely legal at the age of 25), Fluff, Angst, EVENTUAL SMUTSlooow Burn, Sexual Tension, Bucky is a walking sex god, public smutiness!

Part 1: When it came to men, you always needed a little push, but Natasha always knew what to do.  And push she does!

Part 2: Sometimes friends help with one’s romantic dilemmas. Sometimes, they’re just assholes about it.

Part 3: Dr. Barnes should really know better than to show up in clothing that is sex incarnate.  Honestly, you can’t control yourself when he looks like that.  But really, who can?

Part 4: Natasha drags you to a bar to distract you from your infatuation with Dr. Barnes.  Though it doesn’t have the planned outcome, this is even better. NSFW

Part 5: Professor Barnes takes you home. NSFW

Part 6: After arguably the best night of your life, you wake up forced to face reality.  OR Dr. Barnes looks damn good when he’s asleep.

Part 7: Somehow you didn’t picture having to face Dr. Barnes would end up quite like this.  NSFW

Part 8: In which you just want to surprise your boyfriend but a very unexpected interruption has different ideas.  NSFW

Part 9: When you’ve got to keep your relationship a secret, the holidays can be a bit stressful.

Part 10: Awkward family dinners and Christmas day celebrations.  There’s nothing like the holidays.

Part 11: Your vacation with your family has been a blast, but everything has to come to an end some time.  Especially when Aunt Pepper finally introduces her boyfriend. NSFW

Part 12: Coming home is never easy.  Goodbyes are even harder.  OUT NOW

Part 13: You really needed to stop asking Nat for romantic advice.  Didn’t you learn your lesson the first time? 

Part 14: Bucky returns home while Y/N returns to the dating pool.  Neither is an easy transition. 

Part 15They say if you love someone, let them go.  Thankfully Natasha doesn’t believe in that lovedy-dovey shit, and she’s tired of seeing her friend hurting. OUT NOW



Behind These Hazel Eyes (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Hey Pretty Girl (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Baby It’s Cold Outside (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Thanksgiving Woes (Deadpool x Reader)

It’s Not Hammer Time (Thor x Child!Reader)

Loving You was Red (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Two Sexy Men Walk Into a Bar… (Tony Stark x Damon Salvatore crossover, no reader)

Boondock Saints

Who? Me? (Murphy MacManus x Reader)

At Least It’s Not Pink (Murphy MacManus X Reader)

Will Ye Go, Lassie? (Murphy MacManus x Reader series in-progress) Part 2 Part 3

The Walking Dead

Trouble (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

In This Moment (Negan x Reader)


Cat and Mouse (Sam Winchester x Reader) part 2 part 3 Final

Dancing with the Devil (Crowley x Reader)

Wake Up (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Worth It (Dean Winchester x Reader)

The Originals/The Vampire Diaries

Anywhere Else (Klaus Mikaelson x Reader)

Two Sexy Men Walk Into a Bar… (Damon Salvatore x Tony Stark crossover, no reader)

Hot Mess (Damon Salvatore x Reader)

True Blood

Home (Eric Northman x Reader)


Michael Gray x reader

Part 1 

Part 2 - 

A couple days had passed since the wedding and you had avoided going to the betting shop/offices entirely. Michael had come to Tommy’s house but you told Tommy you were unwell and that you couldn’t see him. Tommy had known you for years and knew fine something had happened but wanted to wait for you to tell him. But today was family meeting day about business with the Russians and Tommy fully expected you to come.

“You’re a part of this after your antics at my wedding left Russian blood on the floor of this house, I don’t know what your problem is but you will be coming to the meeting.” You sighed knowing there would be no point in arguing with him. You took your time getting dressed and ready to leave on purpose to prove some sort of a point. When you finally got in the car Tommy sped to Small Heath.

When you arrived everyone was already sat around the table and there was one seat left next to Michael. You stared at the chair and walked round the other side of the table leaning on the wall behind Arthur. This action didn’t go unnoticed as the whole family knew there was some sort of tension but you just confirmed it. Tommy silenced everyone and started talking through the business with the Russians. You knew he wasn’t telling the full story, but that’s just what Tommy does he hides things. You weren’t really paying attention just fiddling with a loose thread on your trousers. You could feel Michael staring at you, he had been trying to get your attention for days but you didn’t have it in him to talk. You hadn’t even realised Tommy had finished speaking until Arthur piped up.

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The Light: Ch. 2 (NSFW-ish)

“Do you believe in God, MC?”

He asks, pouring scotch on a large glass. You think he’ll offer to you, but Baldie brings the glass with him as he sits on the couch in front of you.

“You know you can serve yourself. Don’t look at me like that.”

“I believe in God.” You say, getting up and walking towards the bar. “It’s everywhere, especially on those money bills.”

He laughs, you smile ironically. You usually don’t make men laugh like that, so it’s odd and… comforting, somehow.

“Do you believe in God, Baldie?”

“Of course! How could I stand this shitty life if I didn’t believe in God?”

“I don’t really think you consider your life shitty.”

“So you think I don’t believe in God?”

“I don’t really care.” You shrug, taking a sip of the scotch. “I don’t care if there’s a God or not, it doesn’t change the fact that I gotta be at the club tonight, tomorrow and probably until I die.”

“And what happens after you die?”

“I don’t care.”


“Kitty. Let’s use codenames, you never know if there’s a wire in here.”

“Kitty… I think… my time to meet with God is coming.”

“God? Don’t know this one, is he a white collar type…?” he laughs. “Don’t say bullshit, Baldie.”

“You know they will come after me if I..”

“If you decide to snitch them.”

“If I decide to do what’s right, Kitty. I already have some contacts on the police.”

“Wire, Baldie.”

He takes a deep breath. “I’m doing this for you too.”

“I never asked you to.”

“You can’t expect to spend your whole life like a…”

“Whore? Our deal was that you weren’t going to change me, Baldie.”

“And you would listen to me when I say it’s too dangerous. I don’t want you working with Ice and Puma.”

“I don’t work with them, I work for them.”

“Do you believe in God, MC?”

“What’s with that again? I told you…”

“It’s time for me to repent my sins. But… before that, I hope you can forgive me for one more…”

“What? What are you…?” you feel dizzy, your head suddenly is heavy and your sight is a blur.

“I truly believe there’s salvation for you… my daughter.”

And then everything went dark.


The streetlights run so fast it’s almost like the lights of the strip club flashing on his eyes as the car almost flies, entering a tunnel. Seven takes a deep breath, feeling his heart beat is finally normal. His hands, however, twitch a little holding the steering wheel.

“Yes, a tunnel, very smart.” You mutter.

“Shut up.”

“You’re the one to blame if you don’t know how to kidnap someone. If you wanted me to stay shut, you should have used silver tape.”

“Oh, there are other ways to make you shut.” He points the razor at you, noticing you flinch in reflex. “Good girl.”

Ugh… his head hurts, if only he could rub his temples a little… but not now, one eye on the road, another on you. Thigh high black socks, a black and white lingerie that looks cheaper than the one you used to perform. The panties are lower, allowing him to catch a glimpse of your sides more properly, what is that? A scratch? No… a scar?

“What are you staring at?”

“Nothing!” he recomposes himself, taking a glance to the backseat… oh, his hoodie! “Here, put this on.” He grabs them in a swift move and throws in your direction.

“Awww, if you want to look at my body, have at it. It’s the closer you’re ever gonna get anyway.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not my type, Kitty.”

“Big talk for someone who had a boner watching me… hey… we could work a deal, you know?” he feels like looking at you due to the sudden change on your tone, but he can’t. “I cn give you something if you let me go…”

He doesn’t look, but he can feel. Your hand slides up his leg, your fingers crawl to the inner of his thighs, giving it a tight squeeze. Seven gulps, if he looks at you, it could be trouble.

“Come on… I saw how you were looking at me while I was dancing in there… I… couldn’t help but notice, you looked so different from all the gross guys in there… you’re different, Luciel…” you are almost whispering as you keep massaging his leg. S-shit… should he turn the radio on to distract himself? “I know you want it too…”

“You… you know what I want…”

“I do, Luciel…”your hands climb a little up, and he knows you’ll find something a little hard in there. He needs to focus!

“G-great! So give me the flash drive and I’ll let you go!” he smiles at you beamingly. “Unless… you want to do something else before leaving…” he mimic your tone, it’ not as sexy as yours, but still… he know he has his charms.

You groan, taking your hand away. He chuckles, whew… that was close.

“I already told you I know shit about a flash drive.”

“And I don’t believe you, guess we reached an impasse.”

“So you’re kidnapping me and then what? You’re going to torture me?”

“Never! See, I thought I could convince you of handing me the flash drive willingly. I was almost there before that guy interrupted us.”

“Even if I knew what you’re talking about, you weren’t.”

“I was… let’s see… was it because I mentioned I could be an angel here to save you?”

“You’re no angel, you’re a freak!”

“Still… you seemed interested… could it be because I know how close you were to Baldie? He didn’t want you working at the strip club anymore, did he?”

“This is none of your business!”

“It is since I need the flash drive he gave you before he was murdered.”

“I don’t know anything about a flash drive! How many times will I have to repeat myself?”

“Just until we get to your apartment and you’ll have to remember or I’ll leak your name to the press and everybody will think you killed your loved Baldie.”

“Who are you, for fuck’s sake?”

“I’m someone you should stop trying to play before I lose my patience with you. So you better figure where the flash drive is.”

He notices on the corner of his eye you groaning in anger and grabbing his hoodie, placing it over you. He feels like chuckling, but it’s important to keep the dangerous façade.

Though a regular girl would be terrified and spilling every single thing she knows after being threatened like this. Whether you’re used to this kind of threat, which is not impossible considering your… acquaintances… or… you really don’t know where the flash drive is.

But you have to! He listened to the wire’s record, it was implied that he was putting you in danger for the greater good, and the fact that somebody on the police tried to hide your identity only means Baldie may have some contacts in there to protect you, it was probably the deal. But… why would he want to protect you so much?

“So where are your manners? Aren’t you inviting me to your apartment?”

“Dude, for the hundredth time, I don’t know what you’re talking about! I have no flash drive with me!”

“We don’t have all night, MC…”

“Ahhh, and how the fuck do you know my name? And how do you know where I live?”

“Does it really matter? Look, if you give me the flash drive, I’ll drive you to the police where they’ll give you protection for whatever else you might know, then you can move on with your life and pretend nothing of this ever happened.”

“What’s in this flash drive you’re so interested about?” you sigh as if you’re defeated.

“You… you don’t know?”

“No, I don’t! I’ve never seen this flash drive you keep talking about, dude!”

Could it be… that you really don’t know? You’re really… innocent?

A metallic sound being crashed can be heard. Both you and him are more familiar to that sound than you’re proud of. It’s a shot.

“DOWN! NOW!” he yells, pushing your back forward.

A rain of bullets hits the ceiling. Seven looks at the steering wheel, he needs to get out of here now! He thought about asking you to go to your apartment and look himself for the flash drive, but this doesn’t seem like an option now, since the shots are coming…

“They are in my apartment… they’re shooting here, they want to kill me… they want to kill me… that’s exactly what Baldie was talking about…”

“Hey, calm down! You can’t freak out now. Look, the bullets aren’t passing.”

“Why… why not?”

“I made some alterations in my car. Look, MC… if you say you don’t have the flash drive, you don’t. Is there any possibility that someone may have planted it somewhere in your apartment without warning you?”

“No… I… well, Bon-hwa came to visit me a couple of nights ago…”

Ahhh… there was something about a Bon-hwa guy on his research… yes, maybe… if there was a way to go to your apartment.

“MC… I’ll need you to trust in me for a moment.”

“You realize you’re the guy who dragged me to your car and threatened me with my own razor, right?”

He chuckles, fumbling his pocket and looking for the razor.

“Here.” He hands you the razor.


“I just want the flash drive, I don’t want to hurt you. There is a possibility that it is somewhere in your apartment, but we can’t go in there if there is a sniper in thee. I have a plan, but it won’t work if you don’t help me.”

“And why should I, Luciel?”

“You can call me Seven, Agent 707.”


“Yes, I work for a… private organization that handles information, the kind of information you find in this flash drive I’m looking for. Look, I know you loved this guy and that flash drive has the name of who killed him, if you help me, it will be good for you as well.”

“But… why would it be with me? I’m just a wh…”

“You’re not. You’re an important piece in this case, that’s why you’re being chased by people like me. But you won’t anymore if you help me…”

He knows he’s asking too much, but you seem smarter than you look… You stare at each other in the dark, almost forgetting the bullets grazing the car ceiling.

“What’s your plan?” you ask.

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Envious (DeanxReader)

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

“You’re reckless no wonder my mom says you’re a bad influence,” Jo said as she handed you your drink.

“Well I mean you never know until you try right? And now we know, salt grenades work. You’re welcome. Feel free to pass that along as you see fit. No need to let my research go waste,” you laughed. You downed your drink, hissing slightly as it burned your throat. The front door opened and 2 men walked through the door. Ellen immediately went to greet them but you couldn’t hear their conversation over the noise of the rest of the packed bar. The older of the two looked your way. He looked stunned for a moment but quickly recovered and flashed you a brilliant smile. You smiled back but turned away when you felt your face begin to flush.

“Who’s that?” you asked Jo. She turned toward the door and scoffed.

“Don’t even bother trying (y/n).”

“That doesn’t answer my question Jo.”

“Dean. Dean Winchester,” she answered reluctantly.

“Ah, the man we’ve all heard so much about.” You snuck another look at him. “Looks well worth a try to me.”

“I tried. Didn’t work out so well for me,” Jo said under her breath in a defeated tone.

“So nothing happened between you two?”

“Nope. And it wasn’t for lack of trying on my part,” she said with a tight-lipped smile. Her tone was heavy with bitterness but you couldn’t pick it up over the commotion of the room.

“Well here’s hoping I have better luck,” you said as you saw Dean approaching from the corner of your eye.

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rockabye (4) - jackson

Originally posted by justrightforjb

pairing: jackson x reader
rating: mature
genre: angst, romance, smut
warnings: nudity? no nsfw action in this chapter.
word count: 1952
summary: life isn’t easy being a single parent, especially such a young one. but you do your best to make him happy and make sure his life is better than yours was, even if that means ‘exotic dancing’. he’s your entire world; the only man you’ll ever need. until you meet a certain idol who changes things almost as much as your son did.

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History Has Its Eyes On You (Pt.2)

Summary: This time on “Let’s Just Screw Up History” Alexander Hamilton’s Life

TW: Alcohol, swearing


Part One

The tavern you walk into is nothing like the bars you’re used to. That’s to be expected, though.

“Does your husband know you’re out here?” a man calls as he walks passed you.

Apparently, every drinking establishment has the same men. You approach the bartender and ask for “whatever the hell you want to give me”, earning a strange look, but when you give him the money, he stops questioning you. You take a sip, realizing he just gave you water, and look around the room.

“Oh shit,” you mumble when you see the man you ran into earlier.

He’s laughing with a few of his friends. “This woman just appeared.”

“Are you sure about that, Hamilton?”

“Fuck,” you mutter. Of all the people you would have run into, it had to be Alexander fucking Hamilton.

“I promise!” he insists. “I was paying attention to where I was going!”

Another man, he was tall and spoke broken English with a French accent. “You don’t have a great track record, mon ami.”

“Yeah,” agrees another tall man in a beanie, “Laf’s right.” The Marquis de Lafayette? Do all revolutionaries gather in this tavern?

“Laurens-” John Laurens, you recognize. “Of course, let me guess, Thomas Jefferson is just going to prance in here singing, isn’t he?”

You grab your trunk to leave, but Alexander Hamilton sees you. “Ma’am, excuse me, but are you okay? I apologize for running into you.”

You smile. “I’m fine. I should have been paying attention to where I was going. I am incredibly sorry.” You figure a little flattery can’t hurt you, especially if it gets you a place to stay.

He takes your hand and presses a kiss to the back of it. “I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. My name is Alexander Hamilton.”

You ignore the voice in the back of your head that tells you that you’re fucking everything up. “(Y/N) (L/N).”


Charming… part 5

you can read part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here & part 4 here

Tig was riding thru the city. Showing you places you had to visit or were you had to eat. Most of the time, he offered to take you there. After the city tour you stopped at a bar on the edge of the town.

Both of you were sitting at the bar waiting for your drinks.

“So how long are you staying?” Tig asks.

“Don’t know. Till I pay you guys back for the repair.”

“You have to stay longer. It’s a great town.”

You looked towards him and you just gave him a smile. The woman behind brings you the drinks and gives Tig a wink. Tig smile towards her.

A few hours past by and you were having a good time with Tig. Both of you were flirting with each other but not more than that. When the woman behind the bar but the last drink down she shoved a paper with her nummer towards Tig.

“I think I have to go. I will leave you two love birds to chat.” You said drinking the last shot.

“No wait.” Tig says grabbing your arm. “I will bring you home.”

“You don’t need…”

Before you could finish you sentence he responds “I want to.”

He drinks his shot and walks with you towards the door.

Outside the fresh air hits your face. It felt so good. Tig stands next to you and also takes in that moment.

“I actually want to walk.” You said to him with a smile.

“Hopp on the bike I will ride slow, so we can enjoy the night.”

He handles you the helmet. You put it on and sat at back of the bike. You steady yourself by hugging him from behind. You were tipsy and you really didn’t want to fall.

Tig didn’t say anything and just started the bike and rode away. You rested your head on his shoulder and looked thru the streets you passed. This was enjoyable. It just made you feel calm and peaceful. It made you feel free. You thought about Mike and Anna. You didn’t really want to go back. The story telling about Travis wasn’t something you wanted to go back to. You felt trapped and scared because of him. You just wanted to hold onto this feeling of freedom a little longer.

“Tig?” You said. He stopped his bike on the side of the street so he could hear you. You were still resting your face on his shoulder. “Can you take the long way back?”

“Yes of course.” He looks towards you making you take your head of his shoulder. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, I just… I don’t want to go back at this moment. had a little fight so just want to stay away a little bit longer.”

He turns back and started riding again. You rested your head on his shoulder.

A few seconds later his phone started to ring. He stopped on the side of the road. You took your head of his shoulder. He took his phone of his pocket and looked towards it.

“I have to take this.” He says towards you. He steps away from his bike. You looked towards him, he was passing around talking on the phone.

He stops on his tracks and you see him look towards you. He says something back to the person on the phone and hangs up. He walks towards you again.

“I have to take you home. I have to do something.” He looks towards you. “I…”

“Tig it’s okay.” You said to him with a smile. You knew what he meant what he had to do something. The club needed him and the badge on his chest said pretty much enough to you.  

He nods at you and steps back on his bike.

Tig brought you back to the hotel.

“I had a good night.” TIg says

“Me too.”

“Maybe we can do this often.”

“Maybe we can.” You winked towards him. “Go on. YOu had something to do.”

He smiled at you and rides away.


Tig rode as fast as possible towards the TM. Clay called him a few minutes ago telling him that he needed him. Tig pulled up on the parking lot. He saw the bike of his brothers stand on one side and on the other side were 2 bikes were parked that he didn’t recognise. He parks his next to the one’s of his brothers and walks towards the clubhouse.

At the bar he saw Clay and Bobby talk to two men.

“TIg.” Clay said. “Come here.”

Tig walks towards them.

“Tig, this is Travis and Mark. They’re from the Bandidos in Texas.” Both men look towards Tig. “They’re want to buy guns from us.”

“Yes…” the man named Travis says. “We always have problems with your charters nearby so we thought let’s just visit the originals.”

“It was good thing that you did.” Clay says.

Tig was looking towards the men, something didn’t feel right to him.

The Siren Call

Originally posted by mybaeblackhat-blog

Originally posted by sheldony

Title: The Siren Call
Summary: This is just plain old smut
Rating: R, mature
Word Count: 640
Tags: @outside-the-government @medicatemedrmccoy @dolamrothianlady @starshiphufflebadger @imoutofmyvulcanmind @bkwrm523 @yourtropegirl
A/N: So I know the second gif isnt from Priest but this is a Karl Urban character smut so i thought it would work fine xD Also HERE’S YOUR FUCKING CANDY CHILDREN. Also if you went i will do a part 2 that is not smutty. 


Your clothes did not leave much to the imagination and that caught the attention of one very sexy vampire. Black Hat always kept you in his line of sight. You worked at the bar as a way to pull young men in. You had exchanged glances with him for a few moments before going to the 2nd story. After five seconds, you walked upstairs, he quickly followed you.

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You Have Some Explaining To Do

A soulmate fic where you have a counter that tells you when you’ll meet your soulmate, but for some reason your soulmate dies and comes back.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: Cussing and pervy dudes. Plus this is really sucky and unedited cause I’m lazy

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74 days 04 hours 45 minutes 06 seconds

The counter on your wrist read. You only had a little over two months until you would meet the one person who was meant for you. Your Soulmate.

As the days ticked by you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen when you finally met him. Would he even like you? You were meant for eachother so he had to like you, right?

You pushed these thoughts out of your head as you got ready for work. During the day you worked at a fancy restaurant and at night you pulled the late shift at the local bar.

“About time Y/N. I’m ready to get outta here,” your coworker mumbled while pushing past you. Time for another long night.

You were only halfway through you shift and already you were dead on your feet. “Another Jimmy?” you asked one of the regulars. Even though you already knew the answer. As you reached under the counter you heard a clink as your glass counter hit a drink glass.

You pulled your hand up to look at the trinket on your wrist, but you sucked in a breath at what you saw. The seconds weren’t ticking by. Time had literally frozen.

The numbers were stuck at 62 days 4 hours 05 minutes 03 seconds. Your counter had stopped.

You gently tapped it, hoping it would start ticking again, but it didn’t. This could only mean one thing. Your soulmate was dead.

Your hand flew up to cover your mouth as a sob racked your body. You couldn’t believe that the one person you’d waited your whole life to meet was dead. The sound of breaking glass could be heard as you stumbled backwards.

One of your coworkers ran up to you to see what had happened. You knew they were trying to talk to you, but you just couldn’t hear them. The only thing you could hear was your own sobs and the sound of your heartbeat.

A few hours later as you laid in bed and thought about what had happened you couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to your soulmate. A million probabilities ran through your head as tears sprang to your eyes once more.

You couldn’t help but feel that maybe you were overreacting. You’d never even met the guy and you were already bawling like a baby over him.

After some cleansing crying you came to the conclusion that you would have to move on, and hopefully you could.

4 months later and you had totally moved on, not. You’d done nothing but work. Going so far as to take on more shifts. You were doing everything in your power to not think about what had happened, and so far it had worked. Sleeping had become a thing of the past. Mainly because of how much you were working.

“Here ya go ma’am,” you said with a smile. The customer nodded at you in thanks before going back to her drink. You continued refilling drinks while occasionally glancing at your wrist. Your counter was covered by your long sleeve which was a good thing. It helped keep your mind off it.

As usual there was always creepy guys who hung out at the bar. This just so happened to be the day that they decided to screw with you. “Here ya go boys, enjoy your drinks,” you stated before starting to walk away.

Suddenly you were pulled back into one of the guys laps. You glared up at him while trying to stand up, but he wouldn’t let you. “I would enjoy it more if you stayed here.” This dude was obviously drunk.

“No thanks dude. Not interested,” you gave him a sickly sweet smile before trying to stand up again, and once again you were held in place. “You don’t get to say no,” the guy practically growled as he tightened his hold on you.

Enough was enough. Your palm flew straight up into the guy’s nose. “Shit!” he shouted while letting go of you. You stumbled out of his hold as he held his bleeding nose.

Crap. You’d gotten blood on your hand. You made your way to the sink in the back before pulling your sleeves up and washing your hands. As you were drying them you glanced down at your counter. The towel fell out of your hands when you saw it.

00days 03 hours 15 minutes 17 seconds

Not only had your counter started working again, but now the time had changed as well. How was this possible? People don’t just come back to life.

Your breathing accelerated as you walked back out into the bar. The creepy men were still sitting in the corner. Once they saw you, the one that you had given a bloody nose shouted, “You’re gonna regret that bitch!”

Over the course of the next 2 and a half hours they sat there glaring and drinking. You tried your best to ignore them and continued on with your job, and even though you managed to ignore them you couldn’t ignore the fact that you were supposed to meet your soulmate in just under an hour.

The creepy men left about 15 minutes before your shift ended and you sighed in relief. As you clocked out you saw that your counter said you only had 8 minutes left. You were practically shaking with anxiety. What if he was a murderer?!

You pushed your thoughts aside as you grabbed your coat and purse. As you left the bar and made your way towards your apartment you got distracted by the seconds ticking away on your counter.

Suddenly you were pulled into the side alley by the bar and thrown against a wall. “What the h-” you started to say but were cut off by a slap to the face. “Fucking bitch. I told you you’d regret being a prude,” the perv from the bar said. You rolled your eyes before quickly bringing your knee up into the guy’s balls. He grunted before bending over.

You then grabbed his face and brought it down to meet your knee. More blood started leaking from his nose as he fell to the ground, holding his balls. His two friends grabbed you and slammed you into the wall once more. You fought to escape their hold, but let’s face it, this fight wasn’t fair.

All of a sudden the two men were pulled off you and sent flying. You looked up to see the two men who had pulled the others off you. In just a few short seconds they had the two creeps on the ground.

Both of them turned to look at you. As they stared you slowly stood up. “Hey. Are you okay?” the taller one asked while the shorter one stared at you.

You chuckled before answering, “Ya. I’m good.” The tall one, who for some reason reminded you of a moose, kept questioning you while the one with green eyes kept staring.

“Okay dude. Do you have a problem or something?” you finally asked. He seemed to snap out of whatever thoughts he was having.

To your surprise he marched up to you and grabbed your wrist. The sandy haired man pulled your arm up and looked at your counter. With everything that had happened you had completely forgotten about meeting your soulmate.

He glanced up to your face before looking back at the tall man and giving him a nod. You suddenly realized that it was him. This man standing in front of you was your soulmate.

“You have some explaining to do,” you mumbled as you stared up at him.

A Rude Reawakening (Part 2)

Series Summary: You’re attacked while walking back to your apartment after a long shift at the bar. When two men come to your rescue suddenly a part of your old life comes flooding back to you.

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, Cas. 

Warnings: None in this chapter. 

A/N: This is my first ever fanfiction so feel free to leave feedback! 

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A Rude Reawakening (Part 2) : 

The next thing you were aware of was the sound of men talking. Was it Sam and Dean? Yes, but also a new voice which you didn’t recognise.

“Thanks for coming Cas”

“It’s no issue, Dean”, said the new voice.

You heard footsteps approaching you. Or was it your head pounding? You became aware of the pain again.

“Y/N, um, wake up”, you felt a finger prodding your arm. How did he know your name?

“Cas, it’s called bedside manner”, you heard Dean say.

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Imagine - Luke Skywalker - NSFW

Could you please do something for Luke Skywalker? smut or not you decide Thank you. – there will be some nsfw material 

You and Luke grew up together while living on Tatoonie, the two of you grew very close to one another. Luke always looked after you as your guardian, your knight, and your comfort. The two of you watched each other grow up but most of your life was staying with Luke in his home, you rarely were home which Luke always asked you for the reason why “I’ll tell you some other time.” but that time never came.

The two of you grew into young adults but your bond remained as strong as the day the two of you met so young. On your way to meet Luke in his home you noticed his home was set ablaze and the smoke was rising into the sky. Running towards the scene you witnessed his Aunt and Uncle’s burning corpses laying in the sand. You dropped to your knees and was in utter shock, they were like your family. Luke came up on his transporter and ran towards you and his now deceased family. “Oh Luke, I am so sorry.” jumping up on your feet you brought him into an embrace, rubbing his back you tried your hardest to console him.

An older gentleman was walking towards the two of you along with C3P0 and R2, he was wearing a robe and had a white beard. “This is Ben, he saved us from the Sandpeople. Ben this is Y/N, my closest friend and now…my only family I have left.” you smiled and greeted Ben, resting your arm around his shoulders you brought him in close. Oh how you loved this man he has been there your entire life and now it was your turn for you to be there for him. Luke then informed you that Ben had given Luke the news of him being a Jedi and they were going to rescue the Princess that was recorded in a transmission on R2. “I’m leaving with Ben. I—” you cut him off, “Let me go with you! I can help.” Luke shook his head, “No, no. It’s far too dangerous.” you insisted and Luke gave in to your demands. Traveling into “town” you were stopped by a few Stormtroopers who began growing suspicious of you all. Then Ben demonstrated the Force, controlling the mind of the Stormtrooper, “These aren’t the droids you’re looking for…” Ben spoke, the trooper repeated. Walking into the Cantina, you needed a ship to take you to this important mission. Ben went to speak to someone about the matter that was needed attending to and Luke sat at the bar. Sitting next to him you scanned the crowd, analyzing everyone. 2 men walked up to Luke and were trying to start problems with him. Standing up you were ready to push them off, when one of them yanked Luke from his chair and shoved him on the floor and into a table. Ben pulled out a weapon from his side and took the 2 men down, “Whoa.” was all you could say, “This is a lightsaber.” Ben smiled slightly, turning it off he replaced it in his side.

A Wookie took you all over to a man that was sitting in the corner of the bar, “Han Solo, captain of The Millennium Falcon.” he paused, “Chewie here tells me that you’re looking for passage to Alderaan System.” Ben nodded his head, “Yes sir indeed, if it’s a fast ship.” Han seemed as if he was offended for a moment, “It’s the fastest ship in the galaxy.” he then went on and on about his ship. “What’s the cargo?” he asked Ben, “Only passengers, myself, the boy, the young woman, and 2 droids.” After some negotiating, Solo agreed to run the mission. Evading some attention from some Stormtroopers you made your way to docking bay 94. Solo was late to your meeting but you all were already on board of the Falcon, “What took you so long?” you asked and Han shook his head. “Oh nothing.” flipping some switches the ship took off into the air and towards Alderaan. You watched as Luke did some training with a saber as Ben mentored him. After a few hours of doing so, you went to where the sleeping quarters were located at. Laying down you stretched out and yawned. Looking up to the ship’s ceiling, you couldn’t believe this was happening. You finally got off Tatoonie after months of wanting to do so but never did it. Sitting up from the cot you slipped off your top, revealing a thin undershirt and as you did so Luke walked in. “Oh - oh I’m sorry Y/N..” he stuttered some and your face flashed red. Although Luke’s been around you plenty of times it wasn’t as young adults has he seen you like this. “No no it’s okay.” you grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bed.

Smiling you placed a hand on his knee and looked into his eyes, “So how’s it feel to be a Jedi?” he smiled slightly and shrugged, “Oh I don’t know.. It’s a lot to take in.” laughing slightly you shook your head, “I thought you would say that.” an awkward silence was stagnate between the two of you, taking a deep breath you took Luke’s face and kissed him. He was shocked for a moment and pulled back but after he realized what was happening he kissed back. 

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Double Trouble

Setting this up to be a multi chapter thing.  Bear with the long backstory. It’s worth it. Please no hate mail, this is my first piece. Feedback is appreciated.

Some Language.  Smut. Fluff. SMUUUT. NSFW

3409 words.


You are a creative type, so you have no “real job” holding you down.  You do what you want, when you want.  You’re a musician, but not your typical starving artist type.  Money is no object – you are well off from a life insurance settlement from a husband that died.  You’re in no big hurry to marry again, you are a free spirit and pretty much do what and who you want. Like your favorite Pat Green song,  you are a threadbare gypsy soul.

The guys were in town because there was a house show, and they had RAW to tape.  You had a gig that night, and were not really expecting to see anybody other than the usual round of drunks that try to ply you with drinks in hopes that you’d be easy to take home. Little did they know, you were half Irish and can drink whiskey like a champ!


You know Sheamus and Cesaro from a year ago.  You were on the date from Hell, and Cesaro saved you from it.  It was a date a well-meaning friend had set up.  You weren’t really feeling it the first time you went out with Mark, but you are the Queen of second chances.   You give people more chances than they usually deserve.  Damn your big heart.  Mark was not a wrestling fan, but he got ringside seats for the two of you.  Clearly he wanted to impress you.  Him not being a fan, was kind of the final nail in the coffin in your book (He just made the list!)  You were explaining to him the storylines – who’s a heel, who hated who, etc.  He was bored, and wanted to go back to the hotel in the hopes of getting a piece of ass.  You were having the time of your life, and nowhere near ready to leave, Hell the title match of Lesnar V. Goldberg hadn’t even happened yet.  

You looked at him like he was crazy, and said that you would just catch up with him at the hotel later – you would get a cab back.  You turned back in time to see Kevin Owens finish entering the ring.  Dean Ambrose’s intro music cued up and out he comes! All of a sudden BAM! It goes dark, and you’re seeing red.  You’re seething mad, and in a lot of pain. A hard hit to the side of your face from out of nowhere happened. That motherfucker Mark just PUNCHED YOU in the face!  You fell hard into the big dude next to you.  He was a solid wall of muscle, like Braun Strowman.

Dean saw the whole thing happen, and broke character and jumped the wall and started beating the holy living shit out of Mark. The medics quickly took you to a room backstage to put ice on your eye, and check that shoulder.  No real damage done, they iced your face, gave you a BC Powder and a bottled water, and as a precaution, they taped up your shoulder with kinesio tape just like the kind Cesaro wears.  The medic had you lie down on the bench and rest a bit with the ice on your face.

After a while, you had had enough of this shit, you were bored, the night was screwed, and you were going to hit the bar before you went back to the hotel.  Thank GOD you weren’t sharing a hotel room with that douchebag. You put your Coco Chanel rhinestone dark glasses on to cover up the shiner you just KNOW you are getting, and you begin roaming the halls trying to find the entrance to the parking garage to get the HELL out of there. Only problem is you are a little directionally challenged, you were still a little bit woozy, and to make matters worse, you were a bit lost. You can’t find your ass with both hands in the dark, with a flashlight, AND GPS!

You weren’t seeing too clearly, your bruised eye was watering like a son of a bitch, and you plowed right into Cesaro! You hit with such force, and you were still a bit wobbly on your feet.  He caught your elbow to keep you from landing on your ass. Goosebumps popped up all over, and a pulsing throbbing started between your legs. “Oh my GOD! SHIT! I’m SO sorry!” You stammered.  He smiled radiantly, and you melted.  He was impeccably dressed in a dark Armani suit, and his trademark dark glasses.  He looked good, and smelled like Heaven.  He was wearing your favorite men’s scent, Bulgari. You melted a second time inwardly. “No worries darling. You must be lost to have gotten back here.” He said.  “No, actually I got hit in the face.” You said. He stopped smiling, and genuinely looked concerned. He gently removed your sunglasses to look at the faint bruising on your eye. “So YOU’RE the girl! I heard a beautiful lady got injured by her boyfriend tonight, and Dean stepped in. Dean was talking about it in the locker room. He’s lucky I wasn’t out there.” “He’s NOT my boyfriend!” I snapped. “No? Well then I have a chance.  Come to dinner with me.  I’d enjoy very much the company of a beautiful Lady.” The butterflies are doing flip flops in your stomach at this point.  You smile, and say “I’d love to” He holds his arm out to you, and you take it.

He walks you down the hall, and out to the parking garage, where the valet pulls up to you in a sleek black Porsche 911 Carrera.  Cesaro walks around and opens your door for you, and you sink into the plush leather seats. He takes you not too far away, to a quiet little Italian restaurant, and he pulls in, and tosses the keys to the valet. He walks around to your side and opens your door, holding his hand out to you, helping you out of the car. You blush, and again are filled with a hammering throbbing in your deepest parts. He places his hand in the small of your back possessively, a little too close to your ass, and guides you into the restaurant.  The table is in a dark corner, lit up by the light of many candles. The candlelight shines in your eyes, and reflects in your hair.

Once seated across from you, he reaches across, and gently removes your sunglasses. “I want to see you,” He says. He gently brushes the hair from your eyes, and traces his fingers down your face, under the guise of checking on your eye.  You were thinking of other places that those fingers could be! His eyes darken to pools of molten chocolate in the candlelight as he says to you in a husky whisper “Cosi’ bellou” So beautiful. You have no idea what he said, but you feel yourself getting wet with desire for him.

Over dinner, you talk about places he’s travelled to, places you’d like to go - things he’d like to show you – The Eiffel Tower, The Spanish Steps.  You tell him about your music, and he coaxes you to sing a little for him. He is noticeably impressed.  You discuss Art, literature, poetry, theater, opera and find out you have a lot of things in common.  You definitely agree on coffee after dinner, and you both agree Starbucks is the best! You enjoy a cup of coffee, and share a cannoli.  You got a bit of cream on your lip, and he reaches across and wipes at it with his finger, and sucks on it, never breaking eye contact with you.  

After the tab is paid, he walks you outside, and he slips his suit jacket around your shoulders because the night is brisk. Neither one of you are ready to return to the hotel just yet, so with it being a coastal town, you find yourselves walking hand in hand along the beach in the moonlight.  You couldn’t help but notice how perfectly your hand fits in his, and as if reading your mind, he squeezed your hand before bringing it to your lips for the softest of kisses.  His breath was warm across your knuckles, and he murmured in Italian “Attento, stai rubando il mio cuore.” Careful, you’re stealing my heart.  “What did you say?” You asked him.  “You’re beautiful.” He said, not REALLY telling you how he was feeling at that moment in time.

It was a little after midnight, and you walked with him in the surf where the water lapped the beach, you were laughing at his rolled-up suit pants, and ogling those perfect muscular calves.  You both laughed.  You loved the way his eyes crinkled up at the corners when he smiled.  God, he had a dazzling smile. “He is a God among men” You were thinking to yourself as you openly admired him.  You were so lost in his perfection, you failed to notice that you two had walked all the way out on a long fishing pier, and walked into an abandoned fishing shack to get shelter from the winds, and sea spray.  He put the big rough-hewn locking bar down, and turned to you and smiled warmly. The waves were relatively calm, but the wind had whipped up. There was a little porch with 2 chairs and a table outside at the back, and the view was incredible!  Inside the shack was a table with a coffeepot on it, and a bed, and some linens on the floor.

He closed the distance between you with a couple steps, and slipped his jacket off your shoulders, and draped it on the table.  He also set your purse on the table.   He reached out and took both your hands in his, and he looked into your (your eye color here) eyes and lightly brushed his lips across yours.  His hand moved up to caress your face, and soon found its way to being tangled in your hair.  His kisses became harder, more urgent and needful, his tongue exploring your mouth, sucking your tongue, biting and sucking on your lower lip.  Your lips were bruised from the kisses, and his beard scratched your face raw, but you didn’t care. You wanted him. You wanted this. You could feel his hardness straining against the zipper of his pants. When you took his lower lip in your mouth and sucked on it, he moaned, his brown eyes almost black with lust and desire for you.

In one swooping move, he scooped you up like you weighed nothing, and sat you on the edge of the bed. He knelt on the floor at your feet, and patiently undid your strappy sandals, and set them aside.  He placed a kiss upon each arch before kneading your calves with his strong hands. You arched your back and moaned. He worked your calves all the way up, his fingers probing and spreading your thighs.  You felt yourself getting wetter by the moment for him.  He went under your skirt and palmed your mound and squeezed, then grinned wolfishly up at you and smacked it twice with his palm before he pushed your black lace panties aside, and slid in a finger.  He worked in and out a couple of times before he pulled it out and sucked your sweetness off of it, then slid it back in, this time curling it in a beckoning manner, so he was hitting your sweet spot. He slid a second finger into your wetness, and teased you with a third – stretching your tight hole out.  His thumb flicked your clit mercilessly.  You were SO close to cumming, your walls clenched around his fingers and spasmed.  He pulled his fingers out, and again sucked your sweet cream off of them. He denied you your release.  He was like a cat toying with a mouse, it was much too soon for all that.  

You pouted your displeasure at being denied your release, and he laughed, a deep throaty sound.  He held both your hands over your head in one of his hands, and slid your slinky sundress off, and tossed it in the corner of the room. “Let me look at you” he said, as you tried being shy – mainly because by now your panties were soaked all the way through and sodden.  His hardness strained against the zipper of his pants, and it threatened to inch down of its own accord.  He said in French – the language of lovers – as he openly and lasciviously admired your soft curves “Vouse’ tes une vision de la beaute’, mon dieu, vous e’tes parfait!”  - You are a vision of beauty, My God you are perfect!

You were still clad in your black lace bra and panties, and had sat up, and stood up before him. You reached up, and slowly undid his tie, and let it hit the floor.  Your hands trembled as you unbuttoned his shirt, like it was the first time for you.  He kissed you passionately and whispered “Sweet Girl” against your lips – his shirt hit the floor.  You ran your hands across his broad chest, your face nuzzled in his chest hair, and you licked and sucked and teased his nipples and bit on them! He sharply inhaled. You kissed his injured shoulder, and followed the path of the kinesio tape in kisses.  You looked into his eyes and – he deftly unhooked your bra with one hand, and threw that across the room too.  His large warm hands cupped your heavy DD breasts, and his mouth returned the favor of what you did to his nipples. He took your nipple in his mouth – tongue teasing the bud until it puckered – and while sucking and nibbling, he pinched and rolled the other in his free hand.  

You kissed and licked all the way down his chest – you came back up and again teased his nipples and his hands tangled in your hair, and he bit your neck, marking you as his! You kissed down his “happy trail,” down to his navel, you swirled your tongue around, and he moaned low in his throat. You licked the hard lines of his “V” muscle – his obliques… you unbuttoned his pants, and pulled the zipper down the rest of the way with your teeth.  The zipper had started coming down on its own, after you unbuttoned his pants.  You never broke eye contact with him.   His bulge was sticking up past the waistband of his black briefs – the head, angry and purple was visible and shiny with pre-cum. You were on your knees before him, and slid his briefs off using your teeth!

Once free of its restriction, his dick, all long and hard and thick – and smooth bobbed and stuck straight out.  His balls were large and heavy and hung low – just begging to be sucked! You gasped at the size of him and said “You’re perfect. You would put Michelangelo’s David to shame!” He smiled and said “You would shame DiMilo’s Venus with your beauty, Mi amor.” And you again knelt before him, and licked the length of that beautiful monster cock, one hand cupping those heavy balls of his.  He let out a loud moan when you put one of his balls into my mouth.  You swished it around inside your mouth, then you switched to the other one; you were also stroking his thighs with your hands. He started breathing harder when you managed to put both his balls into your mouth at once.  You tenderly licked his balls while warming them up with your hot mouth. You used your tongue to move them all around; your lips were completely enveloping his entire sack, up to the root of his dick. Your hands began to stroke his dick.  Your hands kneaded his thighs; your fingers were inches from his balls. He let out a gasp when your red nails brushed up against his balls. “Oh God!” he said. Then came furious bobbing. Slow sucking. Gentle licking, swirling the head, probing the hole on top. You worked your way up to the sensitive underside of his cock, right under the head. you gave that area some licks, and then teased him a bit with some long slow licks up and down the shaft. When you knew he really needed some more direct stimulation, you finally put your lips around the whole head of his cock and started to gently suck him off. Fondling his balls with your hand, you slowly lowered your mouth over his entire organ, getting it deep inside your mouth.

You stopped sucking and teasing, and his dick popped free and bobbed, still sticking straight out.  He was breathing heavy, and moaned.. God he was close… you rose to your feet and walked around him, staring.  His ass was perfect and you couldn’t resist spanking it – HARD as you walked around him. His ring gear did not begin to do it justice.  He was truly a work of art – chiseled, hard, perfect.. yours.  His dick bobbed when you slapped his ass.

Without warning, and in one swift move, he tore your soaked panties off in his fist like he did his tear away suit in the ring. You gasped in surprise, and he scooped you up again, like you weighed nothing, and he placed you as gently as he could even in his state – rabid with arousal on the bed.  He nudged your thighs apart with his knee, and he hovered above you, teasing your clit with his hardness, teasing your opening, just putting in the tip. You arched your back to meet him, and he lost himself.. he slammed it home, and you moaned and screamed, and dragged your nails across his back, and you bit down on his shoulder. The biting and scratching made him thrust harder in a frenzy, he was speaking in French, pounding you, and you were both moaning.. your walls clenched around him, you wrapped your legs around him, holding him in you.  You came an entire ocean, and soaked him, he moaned, and you felt him shoot his hot seed deep in you.

You both lay there still connected for a moment, then he slid out.  You were too wet.  He reached down, and got you a dry towel to clean off, and he climbed behind you and nuzzled your neck, kissing your shoulders holding you tightly, arms wrapped around you, kissing you everywhere he could reach.  You both drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, sun streamed through the window, Cesaro lay there looking at you, the light playing in your hair.  He had an angel. You stirred, and smiled sleepily. He handed you a cup of coffee, and you hugged each other tightly, and made love slowly.  Afterwards, you both got dressed – you sans panties of course. You both giggled as you walked out to the balcony and threw them in the sea!

He took you to Victoria’s Secret and bought you some more.  He also bought you a new sundress he couldn’t wait to see you in.  It was a stunning green that set off your hair nicely.  He also got you matching shoes and a purse! You went and had breakfast together in a quiet little French Bistro, lingering over coffee and bacon.  He asked “Can I see you again, my angel?”  “Of course,“ you said, and smiled.  God, he loved your smile.  And your numbers are in each other’s phones now, and he dropped you off at your hotel, but not before he gave you a deep kiss. “Come to the show tonight.  I will have tickets at will-call for you.” He said, and he drove off. He got back to the hotel he shared with Sheamus.

Sheamus glowered at him and said “Yer late fella. You were supposed to meet me at the gym today!”  Cesaro had a silly smile on his face, and said “Yeah… about that.  I met a Lady…” Sheamus sniffed the air loudly and said snidely “I couldn’t tell.” Cesaro punched his arm and said “Back off man! She’s coming to the show tonight and sitting in the Cesaro Section.  You be nice tonight.”

Originally posted by heyambrose


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Summary: Imagine hunting with Sam and Dean and Sam flirting with you at the library and Dean getting jealous.

Pairing: DeanxReader

Words: 1,489

A/N: This is a request from someone on the Supernatural Amino app. She asked me to write about Sam flirting with the reader and Dean getting jealous! Enjoy!

Tags: @boredoutofmymindwriting (If you would also like to be tagged in my future stories let me know!)


Dean was headed to the library in town to drop you and Sam off. You had met Sam and Dean at a bar about 2 years ago.

-2 years ago-

You were cleaning up your mess at the house you just made a huge mess in after killing a family of werewolves. You left the bodies there and staged it to look like the dad killed his entire family and then killed himself so kept the suspicions off of the supernatural. You had been in the hunting business for about 5 years since your family was murdered by vampires. You decided to go to Ellen’s Roadhouse which was in the next town over to have a couple of drinks. You heard it was a bar where hunters went to after a long day of hunting but you hadn’t been there yet. You walked over to a middle aged lady at the bar and she saw you walk over and smiled.

“Hey, I’m Ellen. 

You smiled and introduced yourself. “Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N. What can I get for you?” Ellen asked.

“Just a beer please.” Ellen nodded and walked towards the back and grabbed a cold beer and walked over and handed it to you. You went to pull out some cash and she put her hand up.

“First one is on the house.” Ellen stated smiling and you smiled too.

“Thanks.” Ellen watched you as you sipped your drinks. You heard the door open and Ellen had a big smile on her face.

“Sam! Dean! How have you boys been?” She asked as whoever it was came up to the bar and you looked over and saw 2 tall men set down.

“As well as we can be Ellen. How are you and Jo?” The taller one asked.

“I’m good. Jo’s on a hunt right now so I’m a little on edge. Thanks for asking Sam.” She smiled and turned to you. “This is Y/N.”

“Must be your first time here.” The other man you assumed was Dean.

“Yep. I’ve been hunting for about 5 years but I’ve never made it here. Thought I’d see what all the fuss was about.” You stated smiling.

“Great huh?” Dean asked and you nodded smiling.

“I’m Dean. And this is my brother Sammy.” Dean said introducing him and Sam who rolled his eyes.

“Dean, I’ve told you. You know Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old.”

“Whatever. We’re the Winchesters.”

“Wait. You’re the Winchesters?” Your mouth widened in shock and Dean smiled and nodded. “Never heard of you.” You said smirking. Sam couldn’t help but laugh and Dean pouted.

“You mean you’ve never heard of us?” Dean asked and you shook your head. “Huh? Usually everyone’s heard of us.”

“I like to keep to myself. I don’t usually do things like this.” You said and Dean raised an eyebrow.

“You don’t drink?” Dean asked confused.

“Of course I do. But I don’t usually go to bars I usually stay at a motel and drink after a day of hunting.” You stated and he nodded. You spent the next couple of hours drinking and talking to Sam and Dean. You looked at the time on your phone and saw that it was 1 in the morning. “I probably should be getting back to my motel.” Before you could walk away Sam stopped you.

“We have a place not too far from here. Maybe you’d like to stay there in a real soft bed instead of those dinky hard beds in a motel?” Sam asked and you raised an eyebrow confused.

“You actually have your own place?” Dean nodded.

“Well it’s more of an heirloom. We’ll explain it later.” Sam stated. “So?” You thought about it for a minute and nodded and the boys both smiled. Sam drove you all to the bunker since he didn’t have as many drinks as you did. You ended up staying there that night, turning into many nights for two years.


You and Sam and Dean had decided to take a day to just relax because the last couple of days were rough. You and Sam had suggested going to the library but Dean didn’t want to so he just dropped the both of you off. You were into your book when you thought you saw someone staring at you. You peeked up from your book and Sam was staring at you. You mouthed “What?” and he shook his head and you giggle quietly before going back to your book. You were into your book when you heard a “Psst.” and you looked up and Sam moved his finger towards you. You moved closer to him and he whispered something into your ear which made you giggle. What you didn’t know was Dean had stayed behind at the library and he was watching everything Sam was doing. Dean started getting upset and he was about to walk over and break up the flirting when his phone buzzed and saw your name flash on his phone. He walked outside to answer the phone.

“Hey Dean, can you come and pick me up? I was going to get a book and left my card at the bunker.” You whispered in to the phone trying not to break any rules in the library while Dean got in the car to drive around the block and then come to the library.

“Sure. I’m just a few blocks away.” Dean lied. “I’ll be there in a minute.” Dean drove off a few blocks and then came back to the library. Dean drove you to the bunker not saying anything and went inside with you. He followed you to your room. You didn’t know he had followed you to your room and you jumped when you turned around and saw him in your doorway.

“Um…what are you doing?” You asked confused.

“What were you doing?”

“Just getting my library card?” You raised an eyebrow.

“No I meant at the library.” Dean stated angrily.

“Huh?” You asked totally confused.

“I saw you and Sam.” Dean spat.

“I’m really confused. You weren’t at the library.” You said putting a hand on your hip.

“I was. I saw Sam flirting with you. And you were flirting back.” Dean stated.

“And that’s a crime?”

“It is when it should be me flirting with you!” He yelled.

“What in the world are you yelling at me for? I didn’t do anything!” You yelled back. He didn’t say anything back he just pushed you against the doorway of your bedroom and kissed you. You were taken back at first but then when you realized what was happening you kissed back.

You pushed away and started to walk off and he pulled you back with his arm and pulled you over to the bed and you both started to make out until Dean’s phone started to ring. He groaned and pulled out his phone. He put the phone on speaker when he saw that it was Sam.

“Dean. Where are you guys? I’ve called Y/N like 5 times and she didn’t answer her phone.” You felt your pockets for your phone but then realized it was probably still out in the car.

“We are at the bunker. Y/N left her card here.” Dean stated.

“I know but you guys have been gone for over an hour it shouldn’t have taken you that long.” You looked up at your clock and saw that Sam was right and you smirked and held a hand over your mouth trying not to laugh and Dean smirked too.

“We’ll be there soon Sammy.” Dean stated before hanging up and you burst out laughing. He kissed you one more time before getting up off the bed and walking out to the Impala. Dean drove back to the library and you pulled up to Sam who was waiting outside.

“I’m gonna go in and grab the book I was going to get real quick.” You kissed him before getting out and walking inside the library and Sam looked shocked and then smirked.

“What?” Dean asked looking at Sam.

“Seems my plan worked.”

“What plan?” Dean asked confused.

“I saw you at the library Dean. I flirted with Y/N on purpose. Making sure to make you jealous so you would finally make a move.”

“I ought to kill you.” Sam just chuckled. “But I’m not going to since your my baby brother. It was silent in the car for a few seconds. “Thanks.”

“Anytime big bro.” Sam smirked and Dean rolled his eyes.

Dearest (Joker x reader) 9

Y/N’s curiosity got the better of her when she went exploring by herself in an old insane asylum. Little did she know of the murderous psychopath lurking in the shadows, obsessed and determined to break her and make her his.

Chapter 9

‘’So what’s the plan?’’ I could hear someone talking close to me, my head felt like brick and my ears were buzzing. ‘’I don’t know man, we’ll bring her to the boss. He’ll know what to do with her’’ What? The black turned a corner, making me bang my head on the car door. I groaned weakly at the sudden blow to the head. ‘’You didn’t put enough drugs in her, man. The bitch is waking up.’’ One of the men said. He sounded stressed. ‘’Don’t worry, I got it covered.’’ The other said. Huh? Then I felt the top of my head sting for about a second before everything went back to black.

The man in the front seat leaned back to his seat with a bat in his hands. The part that he’d hit me in the head with had a little bit of fresh blood on it. ‘’Problem solved.’’ He grinned with his worn down, brown fence-teeth. The van eventually pulled over and the two men carried me out of the van and into an abandoned warehouse. One of the men threw me into a cell and shut the bars, snickering to himself as he walked back into the shadows.

About 2 hours later, I managed to open my eyelids. I had no idea what had happened but I couldn’t help but start laughing. Jesus Christ, when was the last time I woke up normally. I looked around and saw prison bars surrounding me. Fuck. I started remembering everything that had happened. I remember being at Mister J’s club and dancing, and then everything after that is pretty blurry.

I could barely hear someone talking to each other, probably a couple of rooms away. ‘’So what now? We kill her or what?’’ one of the men from the van asked the back of a chair. Then the back of the chair spun around to reveal the face of a villain. ‘’No, no.’’ ‘’We ask her to tell us what we want to know. If she doesn’t comply, we do what we need to do to get the info out of her.’’ Their boss took a drag of his cigar and tapped his fingers on his mahogany desk. ‘’You sure she’s who we think she is?’’ The two men who took me looked at each other nervously before one of them looked back their boss. ‘’Yeah, we saw them. They came together and he had his eyes glued to that doll the entire night. When some guys made a move on her, he shot em dead. He wouldn’t do that for any bitch.’’ The boss nodded his head slowly and sniffed his nose. ‘’Do what you gotta do.’’ He said before turning his chair around again. The two men looked at each other and walked out of his office.

My feet were ice cold. The floor was stone, and ice cold. It felt like my veins had frozen into ice. I kept stomping my feet on the concrete floor to keep myself warm, but it didn’t do much good. Then I heard what sounded like an alarm go off and the doors slammed open. In came the two men in the car. ‘’Morning sweetheart. Sleep good?’’ the one with the yucky teeth asked and kicked the bars to my cell. ‘’Fuck off’’ I spat at them. ‘’Ho-ho-he-he listen to this one. You’ve got fire kid, I’ll give you that. Too bad, that won’t do you much good in here.’’

He pulled a little black key out of his pocket and dangled it between his fingers while looking at me. He put it in the locked and walked in. They were both armed and I was weak so I knew better than to try anything stupid. ‘’Now.’’ He said while brushing the hair from my face behind my ear. ‘’Why don’t you make this easy on yourself and tell us where the joker keeps his cash, huh sweets?’’ I glared at him and kneed him in the groin. He groaned in pain and grabbed his crotch. ‘’I don’t know nothing about no money. And if I did I sure as hell wouldn’t tell any of you scumbags.’’ I said.

The man sighed and pulled out a metal stick. ‘’I’m gonna play the nice guy for ya, and give you one last chance. Where is it.’’ He demanded as he toyed with the metal stick in his hand. I looked up at him with disgust and spit in his face. The man chuckled and looked back at his partner who took a step inside. ‘’Wrong choice sweetheart.’’ He said and raised the metal stick.

Meanwhile back at the club Mister J had just caught up on that I was missing. He had Frost pinned up against the wall. ‘’You let her go!?’’ he roared at his face. ‘’Boss, she was out of sight for a few seconds. Whoever took her, was waiting for her.’’ Mister J panted heavily but managed to calm himself. He needed to think of a plan. Grabbing a bottle of tequila, he poured himself a shot and sat down at the bar.

‘’So what do we do?’’ Frost asked, still standing with his back straight. It was essential that whenever Mister J lost control, Frost kept his intact. ‘’Bring the car around, we need to stop by the house and pick up a few things.’’ He growled and downed the liquid in his glass, shattering it to a million pieces when he smashed it against the bar-mirror.

The metal stick hit my stomach with a bang as I launched forward, wincing loudly and grabbing my stomach in pain. I’d never even been in a little fight before, let alone been tortured by crazy criminals. My body went into shock but I refused to lose my spirit. They weren’t going to break me. The man with the ugly teeth raised the stick again and I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain. And it came. Only this time it came on my knee as he shattered my knee-cap into little pieces.

I screamed a chillingly painful scream and rolled over on side. I was completely defenseless. I had no energy left in my body to even raise my fist, let alone throw a punch at him. And even if I did, he’d beat me down before I could look up at him. ‘’Bring me the knife.’’ He waved his fingers at the other one standing at the door. The other guy walked over and pulled a knife out of his pocket.

I started laughing and they looked down at me, puzzled. ‘’You’re so cool’’ I started laughing hysterically. The physic and mental shock was making me loopy. ‘’Bitch is just as crazy as that freaky clown’’ the one standing exclaimed. Dirty-teeth placed the knife on my forehead and looked me in the eyes. ‘’You deserve each other, toots’’ he said with a smile before he dragged the knife across my forehead. Blood was running down my face and getting into my mouth. I’d gone beyond the point of excruciating pain and my voice was so cracked, I couldn’t even groan in pain. I felt my body go limp and managed to look up at two men. ‘’You’re in soo much trouble’’ my hoarse voice cooed before I passed out from the pain.

Frost was gathering up machine guns, revolvers, knives, swords you fucking name it. Someone had taken Joker’s Mona Lisa from him and he was not pleased to say the least. Frost hadn’t seen him this bad for years. He’d been working for the joker a long time and could tell when he was about to go into his maniacal kill zone. At that point there would be no point in talking to him. Everything in his mind was focused on the kill. Mister J was walking around, back and forth, looking like he was trying to figure something out.

His brows were furrowed and kept rubbing his head, as if he was confused. Why did he care so much for that kid? Why did he so desperately want her back? What was it about that little minx that made his chest feel empty when she wasn’t by his side? One of the joker’s goons stormed in the door with satisfied look on his face. ‘’We found her, boss. I’m loading up the car.’’ He announced and turned on his heel. The Joker stopped in his tracks and grinned. He looked at Frost. ‘’We’re going for a drive.’’

A few hours later, I regained consciousness and started wincing in pain as I put my fingers to the cut on my forehead. Luckily it wasn’t too deep and it had stopped bleeding, but there was still dry blood all over my face. A whistle sound made me snap my head around to see one of the men sitting on a chair, watching me. ‘’You ready to talk now?’’ he said, tapping his boots on the concrete floor. To be perfectly honest with you, I didn’t have an answer to give them. I had no idea where Mister J kept his income, and I had no interest in all that stuff either. It just never came up in conversation. I knew he robbed banks and was loaded with cash but I hadn’t really given it that much thought.  

However, I wasn’t going to let these looney tunes know that. If they did, they’d probably kill me anyways. I took a sharp breath and raised my head. ‘’Fuck. You.’’ The man furiously got up and threw his chair to the wall. ‘’You’re a vexing little creature aren’t you.’’ He was breathing heavily and started pacing around my cell. ‘’What, you think that clown loves you? You got a pretty face sweets but you don’t know what you’re in for. You don’t know shit about the real world. That psychopathic clown is unable to feel anything. He thrives on misery and pain.’’ He raised his voice and picked up his pace. ‘’Where the hell did he find you anyways? You’re just a fucking kid!’’ he slammed his stupid metal stick on the bars, making me jump at the pitching sound.

I didn’t care about anything he had to say. I knew my puddin would come for me. ‘’Why don’t you come in here and say that?’’ I said with pleading eyes and winked at him. He was just about to burst in the door when we both heard gunshots firing. Eight or ten more men came running into the room where my cell was, loaded their guns and stood in position.

I quickly got up and walked over the prion bars, wrapping my pale fingers around them. Then it went quiet. Five seconds of absolute silence. The silence before the storm. I was breathing heavily and looked around.

That’s when I saw a familiar figure appearing from the shadows with a machine gun in his hands.

Before the men standing in front of my cell could react, he started firing at them. They all dropped to the floor before they had time to raise their guns. The man that had tortured me had shut his eyes, expecting himself to have taken shot to the heart too, but he hadn’t been hit yet.

The man in the spinning chair had now appeared from a back door and started walking towards Mister J with open arms. ‘’Joker! I was hoping you’d make an appearance,’’ he smiled. He was wearing a grey striped suit and blue suede shoes that echoed on the concrete as he walked.

He pointed his finger at him and pouted at him like a little boy. ‘’You STOLE my money.. and I assume you understand I can’t have any of that. The man with the metal stick had been covering me the entire time and didn’t move until his boss had slid into my cell and grabbed me by the throat.

Mister J was about to open his mouth. Then he saw me. The blood on my face and bruises on my body. His eyes went wide and he looked like he was going to explode. The man gripped my throat tighter and dug his fingertips into my trachea, which cut my air supply. ‘’Who touched her?’’ he growled and bawled his hand into a fist. Then he saw the metal stick in the hands of the guard standing outside of the cell.  

Mister J dramatically turned his head towards him and flipped a knife out of his vest. ‘’You knooow, I don’t particularly like it when civilized people such as yourself, touch what belongs to me.’’ He started. I couldn’t help but smile. Then he raised his hand and slit the guy’s throat, slowly enough for him to bleed to death. Slowly and painfully.

I was beginning to feel lightheaded and my face was turning blue. The spinning-chair man still had his fingers pressed to my throat. In one way it was a warning for the joker not to come any closer. But Mistah J didn’t care. Even if my life was on the line, he didn’t care. Because the joker didn’t live for anyone. Not even for himself. He jumped at the man and tackled him. This caused him to lose his grip on my throat and I fell to the floor, grabbing my throat and catching my breath.

Mister J and the boss were now in a full on fist fight. I felt relief when I saw Mister J throwing punches at the man’s face. Stupid amateur. I’d never seen him this angry. And neither had Frost who stood guard at one of the doors. He was throwing the guy around from wall to wall. Every muscle in his body tensed as he kicked him in the knees and slammed his head to the metal bars, cracking his skull. He had beat the guy to death a long time again but he didn’t stop beating him.

For a moment, I didn’t think he would stop until he had ripped every piece of him apart. I managed to get on my feet and looked at him. ‘’Puddin’’ I said. Then he stopped. He looked at me, eyes wild and chest rising and falling like a gorilla. His eyes softened when he looked into mine. Then he lifted his hands slightly and beckoned me over. ‘’Come on baby. Come on baby, come to daddy’’ My eyes filled with water as I ran towards him and wrapped my arms around him.

He kissed me forcefully and passionately and wrapped his hands around my body. ‘’Mmmm’’ he growled into the kiss. He purred in my ear as he picked me up and carried me out of the warehouse, Frost following in his heels.

He carefully placed me in the front seat of his Purple Lamborghini and got in the driver’s seat. Before we took off, he put some alcohol on a green cloth and cleaned the dry blood off my face. Then he added some more and rinsed the cut in my forehead. I held onto his arm as I felt it sting my face. Once he had finished, he started driving. ‘’We going home, puddin?’’ I murmured and looked at him with loving eyes. ‘’Not exactly.’’ He replied. I could see Frost furrow his brows in the rear view mirror. This was news to him. Weird. There wasn’t a plan, or a secret that Frost didn’t know. 30 minutes later, Mister J pulled over and stopped the car. I looked out the window and squinted my eyes at the building. On a huge sign with big block letters, it read; Ace chemicals.

You’re Fired (So Yeah You Win) - Ch 6

Pairings: Clexa
Rating: E  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Words: 10k+
Part: 6/?  

Summary: The one where Clarke draws Lexa’s name for the office Secret Santa, not knowing Lexa is the President of the company she works for. The gag gift she gets her is a bit… unconventional. A dildo. It’s a dildo.

Aka, the Secret Santa AU

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Nice Guys, Free Food & the 'hoes' that dont 'deserve' it

I see a lot of guys talk about girls who use guys for dinner dates & what not & yall call us b-tches, hoes, and everything else for it and I just wanna say from the bottom of my heart FUCK YALL.


Originally posted by lohoe123

Do you know today alone I had to tell a GROWN ASS MAN no at LEAST 9 times 1. I didnt want his number 2. I didnt want to give him mine 3. I didnt want to have contact with him outside of my job 4. That I was NOT fucking interested


Originally posted by bricesander

I work at a strip club (but before you go there no he wasnt drunk) so my only salvation was being able to walk away from him while remaining safely behind the bar.



Now outta pure spite I threw that shit away. Had I kept it tho?

I damn sure wouldnt have been wrong to let him take me out or as yall self proclaimed “nice guys” say ‘give him a chance’. And I probably would’ve enjoyed it too….. eating and totaling up a HEFTY meal on his dime.

Because when a grown ass man feels he doesnt owe me& my “no” respect. I dont owe him shit in return like say not making him pay $200 for me to eat.

So again I say FUCK YALL.

I will continue to have dudes saved as “free food” “free hair” & “shopping guy” since yall bum asses can’t seem to take “no I dont want your number” for a sufficient answer in the first goddamned place.

Originally posted by foster-philosophia

Night and Day

5 Minute Drabble 

Summary: The reader works at a bar in New York City after recently moving across the country form her family. Leaving work late she is discovered and threatened. Soon saved by a mysterious man named Gabriel.  

You walked out of the back of the bar and into the alley way. It was dark and damp, but the sky was lit with the towering lights of skyscrapers. Your shift had just ended. Every fiber in you hated the god awful job you had. Drunk men hitting on you or first timers throwing up in the bathroom every night. It was 10 times more busy than any other bar considering you lived in the city that never sleeps , New York, The big Apple. whatever you wanted to call it. It was still full of danger and had no appealing features to you. Noisy, Busy and almost impossible to get a cab. You stopped walking down the alley to check your phone that had gone off.

It was a call from your mom. Probably to check up on how you were doing. It worried her a lot. The fact that it was your first move to such a big city and the truth was you weren’t doing so hot.

You ignored the call and placed the phone back in your pocket. Throwing your head back in frustration. You knew the whole move was a terrible idea, being so far from your family, and having a low salary. Your world was ready to start tumbling down around you. 

“Hey there baby! where do you think your going?” you heard a older voice call out along with a wolf whistle. You knew exactly who it was, Daryl and the rest of the obnoxious guys he hung out with. They were “regulars” at the bar, the most memorable, and unwanted. 

“My shift is over and I’m going home, you should do the same Daryl.” you said without hesitating. You had quickly grown tired of these men within the past 2 months. 

Daryl pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and let out smoke “Your not going anywhere.” He said pointing his lit cigarette at you. Daryl started to smile as he walked toward you but it wasn’t a pure smile with joy. It was filled with evil and had you trembling with fear. 

“Now.. Princess..” he began. He was an inch away. You could smell the thousands of beers he had drank as he spoke. Struggling to pull away. He grabbed your chin in a tight in a lock, forcing you to face him as he towered over you like a giant. “what are you gonna do?.. run?” He asked sarcastically. There was a sound almost like wind, or birds flying in the sky. This sound had startled you, causing you to kick Daryl in the crotch. Sending him straight to the cold,hard and , dirty pavement of the ally. 

“The B*tch kicked me!” he repeated struggling to stand, but he had no backup anymore. The men he had entered the alley with were now gone and replaced with a single man. He had long dirty blonde hair and eyes that reminded you of whiskey. For a split second you could have sworn you saw wings behind him, but you felt crazy for even thinking it. 

The man had approached Daryl, who had finally made his way to his feet limping as he stood.

“what the h-”  

“Don’t you call her a b*tch.” The man cut Daryl off and, threw a punch so hard it knocked him out cold. Trying to clam yourself to took a step back as the man approached you. 

“dont worry im not gonna hurt you.” He said reaching his hand out to you.He began to approach you slower, aware that he may have scared you. You grabbed his. still nervous but you felt like you could trust him. His hands were warm and soft. You slowly looked back up into his eyes, which you could get lost in forever, almost forgetting what you were about to say you snapped yourself back to reality. 

“who are you?”

“Gabriel, They call me Gabriel.” He said with a smile.