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Bonding Time Pt. 1 | Joker X Reader

  Warning: This post contains smut, daddy kink, domination and submissiveness, etc. You have been warned ;) 

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again

      Jokers cold blue and deadly eyes were staring directly at me. He had no emotion shown, it was hard to read what he was thinking. With his eyes locked on my face, I felt heat run to my cheeks and knew I was blushing the darkest shade of pink. Something about the silence between us, about the atmospheric pressure going on… It was intensifying. Something was holding me back from ripping his pants down and riding him on the table, it was the line of keeping out relationship professional and being a close friend. His words interrupted my thoughts when I found myself staring directly back at him.

      “Y’know, Y/N…” he began, sitting back in his seat with the smug look still on his face. “You’re not good at hiding your ah…  feelings, are you?” I furrowed my eyebrows at him, acting confused.

      “You’re smarter than you appear, Mistah J…” he laughed, slouching forward and stopping it as his face remained emotionless again, eyes fixated on mine. He let his eyes wander over my complexion and my face briefly, I watched every movement of his eyes as he did so. When our eyes connected again, it was like something sparked in my stomach. I squeezed my legs together, holding back every little thing that kept this from being unprofessional.

         “But tell me what you think I’m feeling,” he smiled mischievously. While the curvature of his lips pointed up and his lips parting to show his metallic grill, his eyes squinted but remained on me at all times. He shook his head, looking down, chuckling to himself.

         “I don’t need to tell you when the both of us already know, Doctor…”

          I cocked my eyebrow at him, curiosity at it’s peak. Then, he unexpectedly said something that made me freeze in my place.

          “Why don’t cha show daddy what you’re feeling? And if you let me out of this straight jacket, maybe I’ll cheer ya up…”

          My mouth fell open and my eyes flew open, I sat stunned and frozen at what he said. My thoughts started contradicting each other. A part of me wanted to keep our session professional, but another me wanted to suck the hell out of his dick. I looked around at the rectangle mirror, in search of nobody around us or…

         “Don’t cha worry, glass is sound proof. And the two of us <i>know</i> you need a stress reliever…”

          He smiles the same deviant, maniacal and evil smile he did just moments ago. My urges were at the edge of my skin, biting and tempting me to listen to him, to obey for just one day. It wouldn’t hurt to get a taste of…

           “C’mon babygirl…” he tempts. I stand up and reach for a key in my chest pocket and walk over to unlock his straight jacket. He runs it down his arms and shakes it off, I don’t see anything but his pale complexion and many of his tattoos on his back. I found it strange he didn’t have a shirt on, but nevertheless, I wasn’t complaining.

            He turned around and grabbed a fist full of my hair, throwing me on the table, I yelped as a reaction. He growled and lowered his body on mine, taking his free hand and running it up and down my outer left thigh. “Show daddy what he’s working with…”

             I bit my bottom lip, unable to contain myself any longer. My face felt red, and everything felt hot. When he released my hair and sat back in the chair, back against the seat, I sat up and slowly started to take everything off. First was the long, white lab coat. Next came the light blue tee I had on, revealing the black laced push-up bra I had and when my pencil skirt came off, matching underwear were now revealed as well. He growled, and when I looked at his eyes they appeared to be roaming my fair skin, I could tell his body was instantly becoming heated.

               I laid on my back against the cold table that once separated our bodies, our presence. My hands roamed my body, the breeze hitting my skin which created goosebumps and I allowed them to travel all over. My left hand paused at my breast and which I began to grope. My next hand slowly made its way down to my thigh region, he began to move in his seat and while watching his eyes, they were carefully fixated on my crotch and my hand. I rubbed my thighs, groping them as I let my left hand reach underneath my bra, where my index and middle finger connected with my nipple that was fully erect, I could only imagine it was the same with my other breast.

                Before my hand could even touch my sex, J jumped up and ripped my hand away. His beady eyes now connected with mine and I saw something underneath those icy blue eyes of his. I saw lust, and a glance of something else, something I couldn’t make out but was excited to see if he would show me. He took the hand holding my wrist and brought me up to him, where his other hand grabbed the back of my neck and flipped me over and bent me over the table. One hand eventually brought both hands behind my back and held them there, another unhooked my bra and temporarily moved my hands to take my bra completely off. I was halfway exposed to him now, the situation was stirring my body up and he was turning me on. I never knew a psychopathic clown had a… kink.

                  He growled, again. His ambitions became very clear and before I could even let out a moan, his free hand flew in the air and came down on my ass, a slap that echoed off the walls but made no effect on the outside of this room. He continued the process, and after the fifth or sixth one I only began to giggle, groaning and moaning with pleasure whenever he would slap my ass. “Oh, you like that, do ya?” I nodded, not being able to answer through my giggles. His spanking came to a pause and it was silent, my chuckles ended after a few moments. “Well you’re going to hate what I have planned for you, Doctor…”

yuuri isnt as verbal as viktor when it comes to love confessions. it only makes viktor happier everytime he does it (ᵘ ᵕ ᵘ)💕 #yurionice


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gif request meme; favourite villain, requested by @archeryalec
Queen Akasha in the movie “Queen Of The Damned”, 2002


The fact that Ashton looks quite similar to Mr. March from AHS Hotel and Calum looks like his partner in crime has me fucKING SHOOK IM DEAD IM NO LONGER ALIVE AND I AM FUCKING DECEASED!!!!!1!!!!1!!

misadventures in the mist. mistadventures?

damn, i can’t believe i actually finished this drawing, the sketch is actually a month old, but my drawing program crashed on me so many freaking times, that i just kept putting it off. the only one who escaped the loss of progress and redrawing is diath (uncanny dodge??) everyone else had to be redrawn at least once.

((The holiday season is upon us! Every character will be wearing a sweater for the entire month of December from this point forward. Oh, and Eddie’s back, or whatever.)) 

  • Gavin: I don't feel good.
  • Ryan: Y'don't?
  • Gavin: Nah, Michael made me feel all funny earlier.
  • Geoff: *laughing hysterically*
  • Michael: Woah, woah, woah, woah! Woah! What the hell does that mean?!
  • Ryan: Does- Was it a sort of finger thing?
  • Gavin: You made me feel all sort of... Bleuckh!
  • Michael: What does that mean?!
  • Geoff: What did you do to him, man?!
  • Ryan: Was there "odd positioning?"
  • Gavin: Nah! He just put me in a. Yknow.
  • Ryan: What?!
  • Geoff: Gavin, did he touch you?!
  • Michael: Stop stop stop! Use more words! What's goin on?!
  • Geoff: Can you draw a picture of where he touched you?
  • Michael: What's going on here?!