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Soulmates 3


OKAY. Hear me out. I LOVE WRITING FLUFF WITH AJ SO MUCH! It took me forever to write this because I’m struggling with this OC’s personality and how she responds to all this one-on-one time with AJ. Anyway, hope y’all like it. 

Summary: OC (reader inserted) and AJ spend the night in a shared bed in a hotel room together.  
Word count: 3039 (sorry not sorry.)
Warnings: Fluffed fluff. Mention of abuse. Mention of divorce. Wrassling.

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Chapter Three: Sparks

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The Joker x Reader *Your day*

The Joker came up with the idea a while ago: from time to time you will have ”your day”, which means that for 12 hours you can do whatever you want. Sometimes it happens twice a month, sometimes weeks and weeks go by and…nothing. He secretly likes to make you happy but he wouldn’t admit it even if his life depends on it. A real sweetheart.   T__T

(warning: a bit of smut)

“Princess, today’s your day.” His raspy voice comes from behind you, his breath on your shoulder, waiting for your reaction.

You’re sitting on the couch, reading a magazine, bored to death. You quickly lift your head up, turning to see him, full of hope.

“Oh my God, J, like…for reals?”

“For reals,” he confirms, grinning his silver teeth at you.

You scream, tossing the magazine to the side, pulling him for a fast kiss, then you push him back and you get off the couch.

“That’s all I get?” he complains with a puzzled look on his face. Oh, he’s such a little jerk, he knows what follows.

“Hold on, let me get dressed, I’ll be back in a sec, Puddin. “

You are soooooo excited; you didn’t have your day in almost three months. You run to your closet and get your skimpy favorite outfit out that you like to wear for such…occasions: a tight red and green t-shirt (your and his favorite colors) barely going down halfway your abs , short enough to reveal your “Property of Joker” huge tattoo spread across your pelvis, plus the matching really short shorts with your name printed in the front and his printed on the back. Add the high hills and…you’re done.

You go back in the living room, and he sits on his chair, waiting, playing with his gold chains.

“Under 5 minutes, Princess, I’m impressed. I should let you have your day more often, this way you get ready in time,” he mocks you.

“Whatever Mister J,” you roll your eyes while sprinting towards him and landing on his lap. “First thing on my list, always,” you whisper, pulling down on his bottom lip with your finger, teasing him a bit before you start kissing him passionately.

-  First thing on your list is always making out with J for about half an hour. The reason why? He usually would do it for about 10, 15 minutes and then… well, you can imagine with him being such an impatient man. When it’s your day he can’t stop until you stop. Ha! Sucker! For sure taking advantage of this. You know it’s about time to put an end to it when your lips go numb. His hands are all over you and you know what he wants but it’s not going to happen right now. You have more stuff to do and can’t waste time, otherwise you’ll be trapped in the bedroom all day.

He growls, unhappy, trying to pull you back when you part from his mouth and you know better than to let him snitch you. You dodge his hand and walk backwards, licking on your lips so you can get some feeling back into them; they feel so red and swollen, just like his. You let out a devilish snicker (and you know you’ll pay for all of it later), encouraging him to get up so you can finally leave the penthouse.

“Come on, babeee, I wanna have fun out there, come on, pleasseeeee?”

“Damn it, it’s your day, I guess,” he gives up, frustrated, because he has to. He came up with the stupid thing anyway and now he can’t take it back. You smile to yourself watching him walk a bit funny towards the elevator. You almost feel sorry for him. Almost…

To compensate, you let him give you a few hickeys on the way down, this way he feels like he’s getting some revenge on you.

-   Next thing on your list is shopping and actually paying for the stuff you like. The Joker pouts and has a tantrum because his Pumpkin shouldn’t do such a common, boring thing as paying for stuff. But what are you supposed to do with all the money you have anyway?!

-  Since you are out during the day, you are using a black, unmarked car and you ask him to take you in Gotham woods at your favorite spot so he can speed and race. OMG, you love speed. He drives like a demon through the paved road, mostly deserted since Mister J bought the property last year and closed it down to the public. He does cookies and spins too and you love it until it starts to make you nauseated.

“OK, Puddin, I think I’m good now!” you let him know with a grimace. “I’m starting to get sick.”

“Lightweight!” J snickers, still doing a few more doughnuts while you dig your nails in his arm, yelling at him to stop. He can be such a stubborn ass sometimes. Thank God his rampage doesn’t last for longer.

-  You go to the movies and he rents a whole screening room just for the two of you. You wanted to watch a scary movie and he wanted to watch you get naked but you win because it’s your day and you have plans. He frowns for the length of the whole movie, arms crossed on his chest, not even looking your way until the end. Jeez, sometimes you feel you live with a 5 year old. You sigh and you have to be the bigger person (again) and give him your neck for more hickeys. That seems to please him, but you’re sure you will regret it in a little bit. In fact, you already are, your skin looks like a bruised up minefield.

-  Late lunch with Frost and his new girlfriend. You really like her since she’s your sister. They both seem to stare at your love bites that you don’t even try to hide. You like to wear them with pride, like battle wounds. People need to know how you suffer. Small talk going on, she lifts her eyebrows, pointing her lips towards your hickeys and you sigh, rolling your eyes and soundlessly mutter “temper.” She understood what you said and she giggles, quickly coughing when Mister J looks your way. You play with your food, trying to look as innocent as possible. The boys don’t talk too much; they are kind of socially awkward anyway. You don’t think they know what to say to each other except work stuff.

- Back to the penthouse, day almost over with.

“Come on, Princess, hurry up!” the Joker rushes you, coming out of the bedroom with only his gym shorts on, your name printed all over. You guys really like personalized clothing.

“I’m ready, almost done!  I swear!” you grab the popcorn from the microwave, plus your Pepsi and you follow him to the gym area. This is one on the best things to ask for when it’s your day: the Joker working out and you watching, eating popcorn and sipping on your drink. It’s better than any movie, ever. You whistle and roar every couple of minutes, visibly pleased with the view.

“Yeah, Puddin, work it! Oh, look at those muscles,” your eyes widen, totally getting excited. He’s starting to sweat a bit and that makes him look even more delicious to you and he knows it. He gets off the weight bench and with just two fingers he slowly and seductively pulls down on his shorts, watching your mouth open in anticipation. You choke on the popcorn but quickly recover because the show is getting better and better. Right before he uncovers what you’re dying to see, he pulls up his shorts, full of himself.

“That’s for doing the same thing to me all day, baby doll.”

Wow, what a jerk! He’ll pay; your day is not over yet.

“Wanna come help me?” he winks and you agree, still upset though.

He starts doing pushups with you sitting on his back and you count.

“50,51,52  …Wow, J, how many can you do?! Last time you did 50.”

“A hundred,” he grunts from under your weight, pushing himself to the limit.

“I’m impressed, you know,” you reply, spanking him and continuing to count, back to slurping on your Pepsi.


-   And for your grand finale, you lured The Joker in the bedroom,( which was effortless after you took your top off) and tight him to the bed with handcuffs. You still have 20 minutes from your day left so you decided he’s going to pay for the hickeys, for the gym scene and for other things he always does to you.

You tease him to the max, kissing him all over, brushing your skin on his but not letting him touch you himself. You bite his flesh softly and he just goes crazy.

“Untie me, doll, I can’t take it anymore, I want you right now. “

“I still have three minutes,” you give him an evil smile, licking his neck.

“Fuck, stop it or I swear I’m gonna punish you the worst way possible.”

“Hehehe, do it…Daddy!” you smirk.

That’s it, he’s done. When you call him Daddy he’s a goner and you soooo know it.

“I’m going to be nice, Puddin and untie you a minute earlier”, you smile, feeling sorry for him and to be honest at this point for you too. “But you owe me since you’re cutting into my time.”

He just purrs, biting his lips, his eyes devouring you.

“Ummm, Puddin, I can’t find the keys,” you say, looking around the bed, trying to hold your laugh.


“I can’t find the keys” you repeat, amused.

“Well, where did you put them?”

“I don’t know,” you chuckle, “I don’t actually remember seeing them.”

“You’re fucking with me, right?”

“Ehehehe, not yet,” you giggle, still looking around.

Mister J lets his head fall down on the pillow, annoyed.

“I’ll find them, I swear I will, but now…”

You crawl on top of him, forcing him to look at you again.

“You know what… Daddy? We can have fun anyway, it’s not like we didn’t do this before. Since you find yourself in this…position, I will just have to take advantage of you.” You kiss him roughly and he lets out a deep moan.

“I don’t deserve you, doll.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you bite his lip and pull yourself up, starting to take your bra off.

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Love Contract

Credit: @lookingatitdifferently (idea and context)

Leo x Reader

Angst, fluff

2,783 words

You lifted your glass of wine to your lips for a long swallow and then sighed as your eyes roamed the place for a familiar face. The party was boring and your partner was nowhere to be found. Why did he ask me to come in the first place? You thought to yourself when you saw him chatting with a couple at the bar. You took another sip from your drink when you saw him walking in your direction. He extended his arm and wrapped it around your middle as he said: 

“Do you see that woman there? She’s so excited about the new car she bought last week. She doesn’t know I have three of the same model.” 

He chuckled and you drew a smile on your face when you remembered that one of those three cars was given to you. Rich people’s conversations were never your thing, until they included you in whatever they were purchasing. Whether is was watches, jewelry, gadgets, you were always welcoming. Coming to this party had its price too. You stared at the golden watch wrapped around your wrist and a smile found its way into your face as you let your finger trace the crystal edges of your watch. You then looked at your partner and whispered ‘Thank you.’ He looked at you, pecked your cheek and said: 

“No, thank you! I would have hated to be here on my own. Thank you for coming with me.”

You rose your glass and said: “For old times’ sake.”

“Taekwoon please! Can’t you at least act that you’re not here to murder anybody?” 

Taekwoon was sitting to the bar, completely ignoring the party taking place behind him. He wasn’t even drinking which was pissing his friend and the bartender off. He turned to look at his friend. 

“You know I didn’t want to come in the first place.” 

His friend took the seat next to him, patted his shoulder as he said:

“I am doing this for you. It’s been weeks now and you still can’t get over her.” 

Taekwoon let out a sigh before turning in his seat and looking at the couples dancing around the place. 

“I really wanted to bring her along. Why did she have to break up with me?”

“Because she doesn’t love you anymore. Stop repeating the same old story and move on!”

“I can’t. I…” 

He stopped mid-sentence when his eyes fell on you hanging around your partner’s arm. His friend turned to where Taekwoon’s gaze was fixed. 

“Find someone else.” 

He said and then sipped his drink. Taekwoon’s gaze was still fixed on you as he said: 

“Do you know her?”

“Who doesn’t?”

Taekwoon turned to look at his friend with an unreadable expression on his face. 

“What is that supposed to mean? Is she a pr…” 

“Wow wait. Let’s just say she… she likes rich men, she likes it when they buy her things and take her to fancy places.”

“What? No she doesn’t!” 

“She does. Ask anyone here, I bit half of them know her.” 

“You’re lying!” 

Taekwoon said as he grabbed his friend by the shirt collar. 

“Why would I lie? It’s not like… sh*t! Is she…” 

Taekwoon let go of him and walked to where you were standing. You were chatting with your partner when you felt a strong hand grabbing your wrist. You let out a yelp until you realized it was Taekwoon. 

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Your partner yelled at him but you turned to him as you said: 

“It’s okay. He’s my… friend.” 

“I need to talk to you.” 

Taekwoon said before pulling you behind him outside the club. You stood there panting as you stared at him in disbelief. Of all the people you thought you’d see at this party, Taekwoon was the last. 

“What did you do that for? You could’ve called me if you wanted to talk to me so badly.” 

He looked at you and the blood in your veins froze at his deathly gaze. 

“Is it true?”

You looked at him in confusion. 

“What is?”

“Did you date me because I’m rich?”

You swallowed hard as you avoided his gaze. This was your intention, yes, you weren’t going to deny it. When you first spotted him at a similar party, you knew he’s going to be your next target, your next sugar daddy. But the longer you went out with him, you felt yourself falling for him, falling very hard for Jung Taekwoon. Slowly you were thinking twice before asking him to buy you anything, until you stopped asking him to buy you anything at all. The two years you spent with him were heavenly. He was very caring, very sweet, very loving with his gently touches and sweet kisses. Love making was never this ecstatic. He’d take you in his arms, delve you into the warmth of his loving embrace, print his lips all over your body in sweet short kisses, and end it with the most intimate forms of love. 

But after two years of not being pampered the way you’ve always been, you started missing your old life. You wanted to go back to buying the newest gadgets, the most expensive jewelry, and designer dresses. He never said no, but your love to him was preventing you from asking him for anything. 

So you decided to break up with him. Even though it sounded simple in your head, it was terrible in reality. He couldn’t understand why you wanted to break up with him. He didn’t understand what you meant with “I don’t love you anymore.” You couldn’t tell him your real reasons and you thought this was enough reason to make him break up with you. You still remember how he held into your arm tightly you could feel his fingers leave their mark onto your flesh. He begged you to stay, promised to change whatever that was bothering you, asked you to take a break instead of separating but you still said no. He was devastated, heart-broken, and in agony but you still said no. 

“Is it true?” 

Taekwoon asked again, snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked up at him as you said: 

“Why do you care?”

He gawked at you for a few seconds before saying: 

“Because I loved you!” 

I loved you too, you wanted to say, but instead you remained silent. Your heart was pounding in your chest the more you looked at him and saw the pain in his eyes; the pain you saw the day you told him you didn’t love him enough to stay.

“Do you even know what love is?”

He asked as he continued to stare at you. The accusation hurt, because he was the only one you truly loved. You bit your lip, trying to prevent yourself from confessing to him. You broke up for a reason and you weren’t going to let him remind you of that. 

“I loved you! I still do! How could you do this to me? How could you break up with me when all I wanted was to spend the rest of my life with you! I was going to propose the week after our anniversary. Why did you do this to me?”

He blurted out and you could no longer feel your heart beating. He still loves me? He wanted to marry me? 

“What did you say?” 

You almost whispered, unable to breathe as you stared at him in disbelief. He placed his hands on your shoulder as he said: 

“I was going to propose in Paris. I bought the tickets. I even got you the ring you saw at the jewelry shop the week before the anniversary. I told you I wasn’t going to buy it because I wanted to surprise you. I had everything ready… except for you.”

“Taekwoon I…” 

You couldn’t think of anything to say. You remember asking him to buy you the ring because you wanted it so bad but when he said he won’t buy it you made up your mind and decided to break up with him.

“Do you know how much I blamed myself for not buying it? Do you know how many sleepless nights I spent thinking it was the reason why you left me?” 

“I’m sorry.”

You mumbled without looking at him. He let out a sigh and then asked:  

“Did you find someone new? A new sugar daddy?” 

He bit his lower lip as he waited for your answer. You looked up at him and took a deep breath before saying: 


He sighed in relief and then said: 

“I want you back.” 

Your jaw dropped in shock as you stared at him. He cupped your face as he leaned forward in an attempt to kiss you. You pushed him away before saying:

“What? Taekwoon… I’m not… I’m not a relationship material, nor am I a marriage material. I live my life moving from one man to another, spending their money on my unnecessary needs. The only reason why I didn’t want to spend your money was because I loved you! You’re the only one I truly loved and I didn’t want to use you like I used them. I never wanted to hurt you so I had to break up with you. I couldn’t…” 

Your sentence was interrupted when he locked your lips with him. He kissed you and wrapped his arms around your back to prevent you from pushing him away again. He pulled back and stared at you as he said: 

“I want you back.” 

You took a step away from him as you said: 

“I can’t. I’m sorry Taekwoon, I just can’t.” 

“Please! I love you! I’d do anything to have you back!” 

You remained silent. 

He held your hand tightly as he said: 

“Let me be your sugar daddy. Don’t go to anyone else. I’ll get you everything you want. You don’t even have to ask for it, it’ll be there already.” 

“Why would you do this?”

You asked as you tried pulling your hand out of his. He tightened his hold on your hand and said: 

“Because I love you, even if you don’t love me anymore. I want you, I don’t want to be with anyone else but you and I can’t bare seeing you with another man.” 


“Please. Think about it. I’ll even sign a contract that says I will never say no to anything you want. I’ll…”

This time it was your turn to interrupt him. You pulled yourself up and kissed him. He automatically wrapped his arms around your body as he deepened the kiss. You rested your hands on his chest and you could feel his heart pounding against his chest. His hands went up and down your back as he pulled you closer to him. When he pulled out, he said:

“Is that a yes?”

“I need to see the contract first.” 

You said as he smiled at you and averted your eyes away from his loving gaze. He pulled you closer as he whispered:

“Come with me and I’ll show it to you.” 

“What does it say?”

You whispered against his lips. He pecked your lips before saying: 

“It says that I’m completely yours, but you’ll have to be mine too. Completely mine.” 

You pecked his lips before saying:

“I will.” 


A month after moving back with Taekwoon, you decided you no longer wanted to live according to the contract. You called him at work and asked him when he was coming home. He said he’ll be there for lunch so you took the contract out of the safe and waited for him in the living room. 

He entered the house and called your name as he took his jacket off. You ran into his arms, kissed his lips before saying: 

“I missed you!” 

He pushed a lock of hair behind your ear as he said: 

“I missed you too.” 

You walked him toward the dining table and sat down next to him as you had lunch together. You listened to him talk about his day and watched him as he stuffed his mouth with food, while you were thinking of how to discuss the contract with him. You waited until he was done eating before moving to the living room. 

As soon as he sat down on the sofa he noticed the contract lying on the coffee table. He looked at you and then at the contract before saying: 

“Why is this here?”

You grabbed the contract and hesitated for a second before tearing it apart. His eyes widened in shock as he stared at you. 

“Why did you do that? Are you… are you leaving me again?”

You moved closer to him and placed your hand on his thigh as you said: 

“No. I’ll never leave you.” 

“Why did you do it then?”

A light shade of pink crept into your face as you said:

“I want another one.” 

He looked at you in confusion. 

“Do you want me to change any of the conditions? I’ll do whatever you want.” 

You smiled at him, cupped his face as you said: 

“Baby, I want a marriage contract.” 

His jaw dropped as he gawked at you. He was speechless for a few seconds before asking: 

“Are you… are you sure?”

You nodded. He took you in his arms and hugged you tightly. You wrapped your arms around his body with a content smile on your face. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too. I’m sorry… for everything.” 

He pulled out, looked at you lovingly as he said: 

“Don’t apologize. Nothing matters as long as I have you.” 

You smiled at him before saying: 

“But I have one request. I want us to have a pre-nup agreement.” 

“What for?”

He asked with a worried tone. You fiddled with your fingers for a second before saying: 

“In… in case we… we get a divorce I want you to keep all your money. I don’t want to take anything.” 

He let out a sigh before saying: 

“I thought we got over this already. Everything I own is yours.” 

You held his hand in yours tightly. 

“Please. It’s my only request.”

He thought for a second and then said as he placed his hand on your cheek: 

“If I let you sign it, will you be mine forever?” 

You smiled at him as you placed your hand on his and said: 

“I’m already yours.” 

One morning a month after the wedding, and as you lay in bed, you turned around to find Taekwoon’s spot empty. It was the weekend and he usually stays in bed so it was surprising to look at his side of the bed and find it empty. You got off bed, grabbed your silk robe and put it on before heading toward the kitchen. You found him sitting to the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of him and a paper in his hand. 

“Good morning.”

You said before walking in his direction. He smiled at you, put the paper on the table and opened his arms for you. You positioned yourself between his legs and wrapped your arms around his neck before pecking his lips.

“Good morning.”

You sat on the kitchen stool next to him and then looked at the paper.

“What is this?”

Before you could reach for it, he said: 

“I need to talk to you.”

You looked at him in confusion.

“What is it?”

He scratched the back of his head before looking up at you and saying:

“I… I want to cancel the pre-nup agreement.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. 


He took your hands in his, squeezed them lightly and then kissed the back of both hands before staring into your eyes. 

“I want us to live like this forever. I want us to be together and never consider a divorce… but… in case we… ever decide to go our separate ways I want you to have my money. I’d hate to see you with someone else. I’d hate to think that you’ll need someone to support you. I want you to be able to support yourself… without me or anyone else.” 


“Please say yes. I can’t sleep at night thinking you’d ever be with someone else.”

You pulled your hands out of his and cupped his face as you said: 

“I’d never want to be with anyone else but you. I don’t want money, I just want you.” 

“But we’ll cancel the agreement.” 

“We’ll cancel it if it makes you happy.” 

“It will.” 

You pecked his temple and then said: 

“That’s all that matters.” 

anonymous asked:

hey, since you can always identify the clothes, is it the same shorts or nahh? thanks! shadyshit91*tumblr*com/post/161486689536/twittercomthiafireproofstatus871872260130430976

Nope, not the same! (If they were we would have posted them………..)
Adidas x Wang shorts have an Adidas print in diagonal all over them.
Imo Harry’s shorts are Lululemon (there is a small white sign that looks v similar to their logo and how they stamp their pants) but the model seems to be an older one.

Breaking In, Ch 26

Author’s Note: Many many thanks to @lillie-grey, for bringing the head-shrinking A-game in this chapter. Also, trigger warning for emotional abuse. 

Robin is in her garden.

It’s Saturday morning, not even breakfast, and Robin and Roland are in her garden.

Regina peeks through the curtains of the front window, mug of coffee in hand, and frowns. She’s just stepped out of the shower, is still in her robe, not really decent for the public, but… Robin and Roland are in her garden. Crouched on their knees and frowning at her flowers.

The curiosity is overwhelming.

She adjusts her robe, tightens the belt, and then takes the few paces over to the front door and steps out onto the porch.

“Are you here to steal my flowers?” she teases, and both heads snap up, Robin looking a little guilty, Roland grinning at her. “Because I’ll know if a single bloom goes missing.”

She probably won’t. She knows her garden well, but not so well that she notices each and every petal and leaf.

“No, not stealing,” Roland tells her, pushing to his feet (his knees are dirty now, hands too, and she notices he’s still in a matching pajama set, soft white cotton with little foxes printed all over shorts and shirt alike). “Pulling!”

Regina’s brows shoot up, and she looks to Robin expectantly.

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                        #5 Best Dressed Celeb of 2014 - Amber Riley 

At the end of each year I comprise a list of the best dressed celebs. My list wouldn’t be complete without having a plus size celeb.

Amber Riley has shown us that she can wear whatever she wants, if there are any fashion rules she has broken them all effortlessly. Amber has worn florals all over, sleeveless, sweetheart necklines, short, long and mixed prints.

Thank you for blessing us this year with your fashion goodness. 

Dirty Dancing II Jaspar fanfiction

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Summary: Caspar wants to film a video in a dancing school and he is completely unprepared for meeting the most temperamental Joe Sugg, star dancer of the school.

A/N: Yes, I am disgusted with myself for the title as well as for the summary. (Seriously, guys, this summary, I hate myself now.) I don’t even know why I wrote this because I actually don’t like AUs, but @colorful565 kind of put the idea in my head, and here I am, but a slave to my own inspiration.

UGH! Anyway, this whole thing is so cliché it hurts, but I tried to make it a) somehow believable and b) different from what you would expect it to be. So beware of savage!Joe, y’all.

Just a heads up, this story will be short and most likely be updated irregularly because it is not on my top priority list; just a fun little side project, but I thought with all the drama going on, it might be a nice little distraction.

Also, no worries, the new chapter for You Make Me will be out this week!

Disclaimer: Nothing here belongs to me and obviously none of this is true. All events depicted here are purely fictional.


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