Maid - Joker x Reader imagine part 4

a/n: yes babes its finally here ehehehheh it will be quite rough cause people have requested me that so yeah i am sinning as i am writing this help me god!! oh and this is really long btw, at least for me

oh and (h/c) means hair color btw :)

characters: ok you know the drill but for anyone new its JOKER ; READER

warnings: quite rough smut, daddy kink (cause i know you perverts love that ;])

Time passed and it was all settled. A new maid had been hired, new stuff for me bought… I told him that I didn’t need anything new, that I could just drop by my place and get my stuff, but J insisted. He said ‘i will have everything for my princess to be happy’. That made my heart melt, but also many bank-robbings and heists happen. I didn’t know much about his business, only that it was dangerous.
Usually the day went by with me reading books, cooking, shopping or drawing while he was out - sometimes he’d take me with him to meetings to show that I was his girl. He came home either happy or mad but either way we’d end up having sex. Was I complaining? Not at all. I loved it, there was always something different each time.
As for today, he had woken up before me and probably gone out. But not before leaving a small bag on the floor next to where I was sleeping. I stretched out, sat up in the bed and picked up the bag. It was black and it had a little pink envelope of my name attached to it. He rarely did this. I carefully opened the envelope because I liked to keep them and read what the letter inside read.

my precious angel,

here’s something i’m definitely going to rip off of you, but put it on before 9pm and if you like, put some of that makeup on your face, there will be a car waiting for you at 9pm

there is some business i’d like to do and take you with me

- J

I smiled at the letter and put it back in the envelope. I looked at the clock on the nightstand - it was half past 11am. I smiled again and reached my hand into the bag. The material of something felt like silk. Oh my, I thought, pulling the contents out. I took the shiny one in my hands and laid it out on the bed in front of me. It was a shiny, kind of short silver dress with a very deep V cut. The cut ended where the belly button should be, starting on very thin straps that had beads all over them (a/n: ok we all know that joker likes his lady in a revealing attire so yah)

The other thing were panties. Well, they barely counted as because they were more strings. They were a blush-y red tone, and it was lace and only lace. He must really love lace on me. Last time I wore a pink lace lingerie set, he needed me right there right now. We were at a restaurant - yeah, how romantic - at one of his business meetings and, as J got a little hot and bothered, he discovered my choice of lingerie and had me there in the restaurant’s men’s room. That’s how much he loved lace on me.

Should I try the dress on now? Yeah, probably. I took off the large shirt I was sleeping in and stood up from the bed, taking the dress with me. Slipping on the dress and zipping the back of it, I looked in the mirror at myself. Wow, did the dress look good on me. It looked perfect on me, I looked perfect in it. I was turning and posing in front of the mirror when I heard a knock on the door.

  “Just a second!” I yelled out, slipping out of the dress. I put it and the lingerie back in the bag and put on the large shirt on me. It came down to my knee, so I was safe form exposure. I walked to the door and opened it. There was our maid, Jennifer who was only ten years older than me, standing with a smile.

“Good morning, miss.” She said and I smiled in response. J insisted on everyone in the house calling me 'majesty’ or 'queen’, and they’re scared of him. So I tell them to call me less… higher than them when it’s just me, but around J - they call me as he pleased. Oh, I felt pity for them.

“Hi.” I said, leaning against the doorframe with a goofy smile on my face.

“Breakfast is in the dining room.” She announced. Jennifer was almost like a mother to me. “Is everything okay, miss?”

“Yeah, everything is just perfect, Jen.”

“Okay. You just seem to be in a very good mood now, which is unusual but good.”

“All is good, my friend. I will be down in a few minutes.”

“Alright, miss. Anything else I can do for you?”

“No, thank you. You’re dismissed.” I said and closed the door after seeing Jen nod and leave. I actually felt bad for her and the other staff members - Joker was a scary guy around everyone and there were strict rules for the staff.

First and most important, you can’t tell anyone where and who you’re working for unless you want to get killed because Joker knows everything. Second, strict working hours. You must come to work 20 minutes before your actual shift starts and can’t leave until everything’s done. Third, you must do everything and anything Joker or the Princess ask you. This payed good money, but it was also a very hard and kind of a dangerous job. You just had to keep your mouth shut.

Breakfast was wonderful, as always. Jennifer always made amazing food, especially breakfast. There were always fruits, pancakes, eggs and everything else that I could desire. Sometimes she’d make glorious English breakfast, which she was good at, too. When J wasn’t having breakfast with me, I always let Jennifer sit with me. I tried to be nice to every staff member, even J’s henchmen - they deserved it.

The day all-together had gone by pretty quickly, and - sooner than I thought - I was already doing my makeup in the bathroom. Nothing major, just some mascara and pink lipstick. I took off my comfy clothes, put on the lacy lingerie and slipped into the dress again. My (h/c) curled hair fell perfectly over my shoulders and it was for me to decide what shoes to wear. Luckily, I had just the  pair of white heels, which would go well with the dress. 

Putting the shoes on, I noticed that it was already 8:59pm. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and then exited the bedroom. I walked down the stairs, only to be met with two of J’s henchmen. 

“Good afternoon, miss.” One of them said and I smiled.

“Hi, boys.” I replied. “Here to take me to your boss?”

“Yes, miss. Let us escort you to the car.” Another one said. I walked up to them and they led me out of the house, into the chilly afternoon of Gotham’s autumn. They walked me to a black car and opened the backseat door for me. I gladly took a seat in the car and they closed the door.

The car ride was short, but it felt as if it was so torturously long. Maybe I just couldn’t wait to meet him. The man at the wheel stopped at J’s club and I couldn’t stop smiling. I really wanted to see him.

One of the henchmen opened the door for me and I stepped out of the car. My heels clicked against the ground as the henchmen led me into the club filled with music and drug-driven youngsters and gangsters. The henchmen walked me to the bar table where he was standing. He was slowly turning around and once his eyes found me, they sparkled. He was in a suit, he had a small purple bow around his neck. His green hair was slicked back, as always.

“Darling,” he said with the famous smile of his. “Come to Daddy.” He said and I needed no more to run into his arms. My arms went around his neck as his snaked over my waist and stayed there. 

“I missed you,” I said, putting my hand on his cheek. He growled.

“Mmm, I missed you too, baby girl.” He said through a growl and looked at my lips before kissing them roughly. One of his hands slid down to butt and grabbed onto it, and I was sure it’d leave a mark. “I really love how you look in this dress.”

“Well, I can only thank you, Mr. J for buying it for me.” I said with a smile.

“Yo, J,” I then heard somebody say from behind us. Joker’s head turned to the voice and the look in his eyes changed. It was probably a business guy. “Can we have the meeting now?” 

“You are not to say when we meet.” Joker sternly said at the tall guy. He was in a simple attire, unlike other people, and us, in the club. “But I’ll have my men escort you while I’m taking care of other business here.” His eyes narrowed at the guy. He followed J’s men while J himself turned back to me. “Now, my dear. Do you want to go dancing with other girls while I’m at business or do you want to come with me do business and show that guy you’re all mine?” J asked, tilting my chin upwards with his gloved hand.

“I want to come with you…” I almost moaned in response. 

“Then let’s go, my dear.” J said and turned around, putting his arms around my waist as we walked to the back of the club. There was a round section that was separated from the outside with bead curtains. A guard parted the curtains to let us through. The guy, J’s business partner was standing at a round table in the middle of a - also round - golden sofa chair. Joker moved me before him and whispered in my ear: 

“Sit down, doll.” I nodded and made my way into the circle, taking a seat on the sofa chair. Joker soon followed, sitting right next to me and putting an arm around my waist. “You can sit down.” He coldly spoke to the guy, who sat down across us. “Do you want anything.. to drink?”

“Nah, I’m not thirsty. Thank you, J.” The man responded. “Although I have to say - everything you offer is pretty valuable and priceless.” This man already seemed really sketchy to me. J had probably already cracked open his shelf by reading the man like an open book.

“What are you trying to do?” J asked in a menacing tone. “Sweet talk me?”

“No, J, I was just telling the truth.” He said, looking me up and down. A sketchy creep? Jesus. I felt J beside me tensing up and breathing heavily, seconds later his hand left my waist and was on my thigh, dipping his fingers into my skin. I put my hand over his and caressed his rough skin to calm him down.

“See her?” J gestured with his hand at me, looking the guy right in the eyes. “She… is all mine, only mine.” J saw the way the guy looked at me. Now he was afraid of Joker. “Do we have that clear?” 

“Yes, J.” The guy nodded. “But where’s Harley?”

“Harley? Who? Where’s Harley? Harley, Harley, Harley…” Joker turned his head all around. Harley? But who was that? “Harley… is not your business.”

“Yes, sorry for asking, J.”

“Now, let’s cut to the chase. I feel like there’s something you have to give me. Isn’t that… money?”

“Y-yeah, about that…” the guy trailed off, the fear was evident in his eyes. J narrowed his blue eyes at him. “t-the money’s gone.”

“The money’s gone?” Joker repeated. Oh, this was bad. 

“Y-yes, I’m sorry, J.” The guy’s head hung low. “If there’s anything I can do, I will. But it was so unexpected, if we-”

“You could shut up.” Joker interrupted in an angered tone. J then rose to his feet and walked over to the guy, sitting next to him. What was he about to do? “You know, people do deals. One does something in favor for the other and the other does them a favor in return. You know what I’m talking about?”


“Well, you and I had a deal. I did something in your favor. But you… didn’t do me a favor back. Now, do you know what I do with people like that?”

“No, J.”

“Doll face, don’t look.” J said as he was taking a gun from behind him, only I could see. Oh my God. “Sweets, look. Away.” He said again and I turned my head away from them, focusing on the beaded curtains. “I do this.” I heard right before the sound of a shot being fired sounded through the club. I screamed, as well as many other people. I turned my head back around and there sat J with a sinister look and blood splattered on his face. One of his henchmen handed him a handkerchief and he cleaned his face with it. Did he kill the man?

There was blood all over the sofa chair above the now dead body. I put my hand over my mouth, not believing what had just happened. It was the first time I had witnessed him killing somebody. Oh my God. And this was business for him. Oh dear.

J rose to his feet again and reached his hand out for me. I looked up at him with fear visible in my eyes.

“C'mon, sweets, let’s go. We have to go.” He said, impatience audible. I stood up, not to anger him even more and he took my arm, pulling us out of the round lounge. “We have something to do back home, baby doll.” We and J’s henchmen walked through the backdoor of the club and J pulled me into his lamborghini, in the passenger seat. I was really scared of him. He just killed someone. In front of me. So that was his way of taking care of people who don’t do him good. I definitely did not want to be on his bad list.

The car ride home was deadly silent and J’s hand was on my thigh all the time, creeping up and down. Once we were out on our driveway, J barked at his men to stay outside in case someone comes looking for us and dragged me inside. After he closed the door, I turned away, standing before him with my eyes to the floor. His fingers raised my chin up, but I turned away. He cupped both of my cheeks in his hands and raised my face to look at him, but my eyes were anywhere but looking in his. 

“Look at me, doll.” He said. “LOOK AT ME!” He shouted, making a tear escape my eye and I looked at him. “Good girl. Now… Daddy has some rage to express..” he said, sliding his hand underneath my dress. I didn’t want this, not in this situation. Yes, he came home angry and we had sex, but this was different. He killed a man with the same hand that was on my waist now. This was not wanted by me.

J growled and pressed a kiss between my cheekbone and ear. I sobbed, closing my eyes.

“What is it, angel?” He asked, slowly kissing down my neck. “Aren’t you enjoying this?” I didn’t speak a word for some reason, as much as I wanted to. Joker took me by my waist, hopping me over his shoulder. He walked through the house, up the stairs and entered a room - our bedroom - and dropped me on the bed. 

He crawled over my body and looked at me with that menacing look in his eyes. His lips pressed against mine as he growled, sending vibrations through my body. In the wrongest ways possible this was turning me on slightly.  His hands slid up under the dress, massaging my breasts with his rough touch while tears were rolling down my cheeks one after another. 

“Daddy..” I moaned out in a crying tone and J suddenly ripped the beautiful dress apart, exposing my upper half to him. 

“Now this is a sight I like to see.” He growled and there was even more aggressiveness and anger in his voice. He tugged the lace panties off of me, down my legs and threw them away. He then unbuckled his belt and I used the opportunity to back away from him. I brought my knees to my chest when I reached the headboard of the bed. J was at the edge of the bed, only in his boxers. He noticed me huddled away from him and snarled. J’s hand reached out politely at first, but then he grabbed my ankle and yanked my body towards him. “Why don’t you be a good girl and obey Daddy.” He said, growling the last two words, almost barking. Not waiting for my reply, he turned me over so I was on all fours before him. “You know Daddy doesn’t like it when you don’t obey him.” He spoke, running his hands up and down my sides, taking my breasts in his hands and groping, kneading at them. I released a moan and almost lost balance on my arms. 

Suddenly, without any kind of warning, he slammed his length into me (a/n: dear god help me i am sinning my father), releasing a high pitched moan from my mouth. His fingers combed through my hair, then grabbed it all in one hand and yanked my head up so my back was pressing into his chest. I yelped, but moaned again as he thrusted deeper. 

“O-oh, my God…” I managed to croak out. J pulled my head back by my hair so now it was resting on his shoulder.

“Do you like that, doll?” He asked huskily in my ear, thrusting into me again. I let out a breathy moan. “Do you like Daddy fucking you from behind, huh? Are you enjoying this?”

“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” I said in between moans. He had already touched my G-spot and I was near my release already.

“You see, baby girl,” he spoke, lowering both of us onto the bed, “Daddy is very mad at the man not doing me good. But,” he said, running his hand down to my pulsating heat, “Daddy disliked even more the way that man was looking at my baby girl.” His lips sucked onto the skin on my neck, his fingers circled my clit and his cock thrusted into me from behind. I was already out of breath, he was driving me insane. 

Moans kept leaving my mouth as J was grunting and growling in my ear when he started thrusting even faster into me. I released an almost pornographic moan, grabbing the sheets around me.

“Nobody. Can have. My baby girl.” He growls in my ear, sending me over the edge. My whole body shivered as I rode out my orgasm and I felt him release his load into me. My breathing was ragged, but heavy as J pulled his cock out of me and exhaled deeply. I tried to calm down my breathing , sweat leaking everywhere on my body as well as his. 

His hands were on my waist as he turned me around so i was facing him. He kissed my lips with a growl of satisfaction and bit onto my lower lip. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl,” he whispered. 


  • Alec: Daddy, can you pass me the salt?
  • Robert and Magnus: Sure.
  • Robert:
  • Magnus:
  • Maryse:
  • Izzy:
  • Jace:
  • Clary:
  • Simon:
  • Raphael:
  • Sebastian:
  • Valentine:
  • Alec: Okay, I can explain.

I had to google what a maid cafe was because I had no idea oh my god but it looks so cute (♡゚▽゚♡)

step up your game america (눈_눈)




- literally “ awws ” outloud

- wants to see you in your maid outfit right away

- ,, for research purposes

- visits you all the time at work and you’re just so cute he loves it

- if you wear the outfit around the house he can’t keep his eyes off you

- maid kink? confirmed


- no idea that was a thing until you told him it was where you worked

- his dad probably owns some maid cafes honestly but he still didn’t know about it

- he’ll literally buy it just because you work there

- he visits you a lot between meetings for some coffee

- it’s weird having you act like a maid for him but kinda likes it


- probably has been to one before

- cU T E CUTE MC!!!

- loves that you work at a place that you enjoy

- everything is so pink and bright at your work place he likes it

- the food is so so good too!!

- on lunch break he’ll drive over and visit you to see how you’re doing and to get something to eat


- lowkey jealous because he tried to get a job there AND ALMOST DID but then he was exposed and had to flee

- thank god they don’t recognize him when he comes back with you

- he loves visiting you at work you look so cute in your little maid outfit

- he borrows it sometimes but it doesn’t really fit

- stop seven you’re gonna rip it


- he’s never really been interested before but you seem happy and he’s glad that you work in an environment that you enjoy!! he knows how important it is to like your work

- takes promotional pictures for the owners

- it’s hard because he takes more pictures of you than anything else when he’s there

- thinks your outfit is adorable look at his girl running around in her little fluffy dress what a cutie


- it’s too bright for him he doesn’t like it

- everything in your workplace is pink why

- does NOT understand the appeal at all

- likes the food though but he just doesn’t get into it

- but he knows you like working there so he’s down with it, but he doesn’t visit too often it’s too cute and fluffy in there it gives him such a headache

- you put the little maid hat on him and he blushes when you call him cute

- likes when you bring him home sweets though

Cadet Holmes: A Detective Undercover

Oh. My. God. What have I done? This was meant to be a quick little ficlet about Sherlock swooning over Captain Watson. It’s turned into a monster, over 6,000 words long. I blame @inevitably-johnlocked and the watchalong crew. An innocent screening of Mulan has turned into this smut fest.

I hope you all enjoy it, I tried to make it funny as well as sexy.

Warnings: military kink, public sex, swearing, a tiny bit of homophobia, Sherlock has a dirty mind, there is a scene that doesn’t have explicitly obvious consent but they both want it, there is a crime scene in this but I tried not to describe the body much, explicit sex happens and as it’s a smut fic they don’t use protection.

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You Drive Me Crazy (Star Lord Reader Insert)

Anon Request: May I please request a star lord one shot where you and Peter really hate each other and you always disobey his orders and you’re both constantly fight but there’s lots of sexual tension and one day you and him get trapped in the ship and you’re yelling at him and he’s had enough and smutty smut where we get dominant star lord? Thank you you soooo much oh and btw I ADORE YOUR WRITING💕/hiiii, so idek how to say this but i really want a ‘bad girl’ and spanking/daddy kink going on with our sexy star-dork, i meant, star-lord. let’s make it very rough and animalistic. oh god i need help im sorry im awkward. thank you so much and im a fan of your work :)

Warnings: smut, language, orgasm denial, daddy!kink, spanking, overall roughness

Words: 2836

i’m so sorry i haven’t posted in like 10 years but here ya go! enjoy!


The loud slam of your door echoed through the ship. God, you needed to either punch something or scream. He was so goddamn infuriating and you were reaching your breaking point. Peter was always on your ass about something and he was especially pissy today just because you didn’t listen to him on the mission.

Essentially, your plan was much better than his. But because he was the great Star Lord and everything had to go his way or else he’d throw a bitch fit, you went with his idea. Basically, you were sent out to stop some group of galactic douchebags who were on a rampage planet over planet, stealing and murdering innocent people. Their leader was an easy target, for he was obnoxious and gaudy whenever he made his appearance.

“Stay behind and wait for the signal,” Peter ordered. You rolled your eyes, but cooperated and got into place with him behind the grimy dumpster. However, the leader came stumbling out of the bar he was currently pillaging. He was obviously inebriated, judging by his slightly greened, yellow skin and the sloppy smile painted across his face. And, there were also only three of his bodyguards with him. There couldn’t have been a more golden opportunity.

Moving to charge at them, Peter stopped you by grabbing your ankle. He was still crouched on the ground and he shot you warning look that let you know if you did this, you’d be in trouble later. Deep down, you relished in pissing him off, so you silently blew him a kiss and slipped out from behind your hiding place.

It was almost too easy enough taking them down. A few good punches and a swift kick to the groin later, they were all whining on the ground like newborns babies. Even though you’d earned yourself a nice bruise to the cheek, you grinned valiantly in Peter’s direction. However, the loud bang of the bar door being kicked open made you jump and, once the rest of the group saw their leader was on unconscious on the ground with you standing over him, and all out warfare began. You were lucky enough to dodge the first few blasts of gunfire and run back behind the dumpster as the Guardians shot back.

Once the firing had stopped and bodies lied splayed across the ground, you sighed and ran your fingers through your hair calmingly. Your wrist was gripped tightly by none other that Quill, who pulled you up harshly from your stooped position into a standing one.

“What the hell happened to the plan?” he gritted. You tried pulling your hand away but he was stronger, especially when he was angry.

“I improvised,” you replied coolly. This time, you were successful in ripping your arm back and you turned on your heel before walking away. Usually, this was his cue to shut up and drop it. But, when you heard his heavy footsteps behind you and felt his taut grip on your upper arm, it seemed as though this was far from over.

“Don’t walk away from me!” he yelled, stopping you in place. Your eyes widened slightly at the volume of his voice, for he was never one to really yell, but you quickly recouped yourself. “I am sick and tired of you not listening to me! You’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep pulling stupid shit like this!”

To be fair, he was right. You didn’t listen to him or anyone for that matter. Taking orders from someone else was something you rarely did and, because of that fact, there were always problems between Peter and yourself. He wanted to control you, you didn’t want to be controlled.

“Back off, Star Bitch,” you fought back, using that name you knew he loathed. “I took him down just like I was supposed to. What more do you want from me?”

“I want you to stop acting like a bratty little kid and take orders properly!” He stepped closer to you in an attempt to be intimidating. You moved even closer, unafraid while almost completely closing the space between you two.

“I don’t need to take orders from anyone, especially you!”

Peter’s glare was hard, eyes narrowed and ablaze. You weren’t scared of him whatsoever and definitely weren’t going to be talked down to like you were born yesterday. The bickering and fighting continued all the way back to the ship and was only interrupted when the talking tree said his only line.

“I am Groot.”

“Haha, I was thinking the same thing,” Rocket laughed. Simultaneously, you and Peter both directed your daggering glances from each other to the small raccoon. He held his paws up in defense and shook his head, still chuckling obnoxiously. “Hey, don’t look at me. I didn’t say it.”

“Then what did he say?” you demanded.

“That you two should just do it already.” Unintentionally, your jaw dropped at the insane thought. You, luckily, were able to fight down the heat that threatened to crawl up your cheeks and come up with something to say back so you didn’t look as dumbfounded as you felt.

“Sorry, but huge asshole isn’t my type.”

“Well, aggravating bitch isn’t mine,” Peter retorted. You huffed and rolled your eyes, storming back to your bunk. This was always happening, but it’d never gone this far. Anger boiled deep within you and your mind wandered around murder and how to get away with it.  There suddenly was a loud pounding at your door and you groaned loudly as you were forced to get up. After maliciously flinging the door open the door, it was none other than Quill again.

“And by the way- whoa!” He was cut off short by his body being forced in a collision with yours. Losing your balance, the both of you fell to the ground in a heap with the weight of his body almost crushing you completely. You caught a glimpse of Drax before the the door slammed shut, meaning he was the one who pushed him, and a heavy click followed. Shoving Peter off, you got up and went to open the door. When you pressed the button, and an ear piercing hiss was heard. Judging by the sound, someone must’ve rewired your door to lock from the outside and you resorted to pounding your hands against it.

“Let us out!” you called, still thumping your palms against the exit.

“Oh no, neither of you are getting out of there until you make up… or make out,” Rocket announced through the door. You faintly heard him snicker to himself before he continued. “Seriously though, you guys are giving us all a headache.”

“If you don’t let us out of here, I swear I’m going to skin you alive,” you threatened, desperate to leave this confined space. Especially when Peter was in there with you.

“We’ll be back later and if you have to go, try holding it in. Have fun!”

“Rocket!” you screamed. Giving up, you turned around and leaned back against the door, sliding down into a slump on the floor.

You went for God knows how long without talking. How long had it been? Minutes? Hours? The concept of time seemed to disappear more and more as the tension grew the same. Finally, he spoke.

“This is all your fault,” Peter muttered to himself, now lounging like a fat cat on top of your bed. How dare he?

“You got something to say, Star Bitch?” you sassed, getting up from your seated position. You strutted over to the bed where he lied lazily with his hands folded behind his head and you put your own hands on your hips. At the mention of the nickname he hated, Quill glared up at you and sat up.

“Yeah, (Y/N), I do. This is all your fault,” he repeated while standing up so he could tower over you.

“Please elaborate for me.”

“Well maybe, just maybe, if you listened to me for once in your goddamn life,” he explained condescendingly whilst taking steps forward, urging you to step back, “none of this would’ve happened.”

“Well maybe, just maybe, you can kiss my ass.” And with that, you pushed past him and went to sit on your bed, arms folded under your chest. However, he quickly pulled you up from your seated position and slammed you against the wall, holding your wrists down so you couldn’t move. His movements were fast and, on impact, almost knocked the wind out of your lungs. “Get your hands of me you piece of-”

You were cut off short by his lips pressed in a bruising kiss against yours. It was astonishing, for it was the last thing you expected. A war raged within your mind, battling between whether to still be angry or not. It was very confusing. You welcomed yelling and screaming, maybe even some hitting, but this newfound intimacy was shocking. And judging by the growing warmth in the pit of your stomach, you weren’t completely dissatisfied with it. An unintentional moan escaped your throat as your eyes fluttered closed and you finally joining in the kiss.

Your wrists were still pinned against the wall so you unable to touch him and his grip tightened even more as he moved to nip sensually at your neck. Gasping as his teeth sunk into your delicate flesh, he sucked a mark then move to whisper against your ear.

“You need to learn how to listen and not be so defiant,” he muttered, his voice an octave lower than usual, “and, obviously, I’m gonna be the one to have to teach you.”

Even though his tone was an enormous turn on, his words themselves were not. Something in the back of your mind still didn’t sit well with obeying him, but you played along with his little game anyways.

“Now,” he began as he released your hands to grab your ass instead, “what was it you were about to call me?” You hesitated, debating on whether or not to actually tell him you were going to call him a piece of shit. But he was impatient and demanded your answer by pressing his thigh against your pant-clad, yet heated, core. You threw your head back against the wall and began melting slowly. “Answer me.”

“Daddy,” you moaned, not actually meaning to call him that. As soon as it slipped out, you immediately felt embarrassed and awaited a snarky remark about your secret kink.

“That’s more like it,” he hummed. This whole experience was just surprise after surprise and, to be honest, you didn’t want it to stop. “Anything I say, you do and you ask for permission otherwise. Understand?”



“Yes,” you corrected yourself. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Go over to the bed.”

You wanted to put up a fight, you wanted to give him a hard time but your legs were already shuffling towards his desired spot. He strutted up behind you and moved your hair to one side to leave rough kiss on the nape of your neck. His lips smirked against your skin when you moaned and Quill forced you onto the bed on your hands and knees. You kept your face forward and suddenly felt your pants being tugged past your hips, consequently exposing your butt to the mild air of the vessel. His fingers traced the curve of your bottom and you shivered with delight, feeling yourself getting wetter with anticipation.

“Count them,” he ordered. Before you could question what he meant, a hard slap made contact with your skin. It stung badly but he soothed it over with the palm of his hand.

“One,” you said, breathing uneven. Smack after smack after smack, your cheeks turning bright red under his hard touch. You were at 13 now and you could barely take anymore. Peter could tell by your heavy pants that you were though and flipped you over so that your back was pressed against the soft mattress.

Peter took his jacket off and threw it across the room a little too dramatically. It fell into the corner with a loud thud and you would’ve laughed at his over-intense attitude had your clothes not been practically being ripped off.

Your top was ripped over your head, your bra snapped open, your pants pulled off your legs, leaving you only in your panties. In the heat of the moment, you forgot the rules and tried pulling at his soft cotton shirt. Quill stopped, smacking your hands away and grabbing your jaw to make your look at him. His eyes were cold and serious and you felt anxious as you lie naked underneath him.

“What did I say?” he asked harshly.

“Anything you say, I do and I ask for permission otherwise,” you repeated his words from before meekly.

“Good girl. And did you ask permission to take off my clothes?”

“Peter, c’mon, I-”

“Excuse me?”

“Daddy, please. I want you,” you begged. Your body was hot and on fire, for all you wanted was him. It was taking too long and patience wasn’t one of your virtues. He began trailing kisses down your body and you shivered under each one. His teeth grazed over your hip bone as his finger hooked under the waistband of your underwear. Then, he pried you thighs open, holding your legs tightly in place and exposing your wetness.

Peter nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, the scruff of his beard slightly tickling you.

“Daddy,” you pleaded again, desperate for something. He chuckled a little to himself before ghosting his tongue all the way up your pussy, getting a full taste. You gasped at the terrific sensation, which egged him on. He sucked on your clit, licked patterns around and dipped his tongue inside you. My God, he was good at this. It seemed as though he was everywhere at once, a climax slowly consuming you. Your lower stomach burned with need and you called out his name, so close to it. Then he pulled away completely. You looked down to see his that stupid smirk he always wore. He crawled up to kiss you, tasting yourself on his lips.

“It’s about time I make you as frustrated as you make me. You don’t come until I say so.”

“God, Peter, I swear- oh!” He curled his fingers inside you, stroking your g-spot with each pump. Just like before, you were at the edge only to be left there without release when he pulled away again. It took everything in you not to just finish yourself off, but you waited as best you could as you watched him remove his garments. You reveled in his incredible physique, his line of work keeping him in amazing shape.

Then he pounced on you, completely nude with a striking erection. His muscles were robust, his body hard against yours. He smelled of his masculine cologne and intoxicating musk that you could get used to. You waited for it, the sweetness you’d feel when he was finally giving it to you, but it never came. Instead, he littered your neck with kisses and bites which, while it was enjoyable, you wanted to cherry on top.

“Daddy, I want you to fuck me, please,” you whined. He grinned against you skin then moved to nibble on your ear.

“Are you gonna listen to me from now on? Be a good girl for me?” he bargained. When the words ‘good girl’ fell from his lips, your hunger only grew more insatiable. You’d never nodded harder in your life and as soon as you agreed, because you knew he wanted it too, he thrust into you. A loud moan was heard on your part and you were thankful everyone was gone or else they would’ve surely heard it.

His cock was thick and filled you perfectly. Peter started off slow, then picked up and an incredible pace. You were already so close, but you held out the best you could. His skin was dewy and you wanted to lick every inch of it.

“Daddy, please can I?” you breathed needily.

“Go ahead, babygirl.” In a matter of second, with the help of that little pet name, you were shouting his name to the rooftops as you finally got what you wanted. Heat flashes and stars consumed you as you exhaled, feeling all the tension wash away. Quill came too, a heavy grunt and a ‘fuck’ enacted from him.

He rolled down next to you, both of you sweaty and sticky but satisfied completely. About 2 minutes later, the same loud click from before was heard and you had just enough time to cover your exposed body before Rocket strolled in with a grossed out look on his face.

“So, I see you two… made up,” he hesitated. You couldn’t help laughing a little and Peter joined in. Rocket groaned and turned to leave. “You humans are so disgusting, I swear…”

Giving and Taking (M) // Kim Yugyeom

Originally posted by kimyuygeom

Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary//Request: Yugyeom see’s how stressed you’ve been recently, so he decides to buy you a gift and gives you a massage to help you relax - so you give him something in return ;)

A/N: Please note that this scenario is rated M for mature as it contains smut, daddy/kitten kink, dirty talking, erotic massages and blowjobs (oh my god what have I done)

Also! This is 2 scenario requests joined together as they were both similar Yugyeom smuts ^^ I hope you enjoy!

“Yugyeom…” you whispered quietly upon your boyfriend presenting you with what he had described as a ‘present’ after you had arrived home from a long day of being incredibly worked up and stressed out from studying.

He cracked a tentative side smile, trying to maintain his confidence he’d built up as he watched you palm inside the small, pink box he offered to you. “I know you’ve been so stressed recently, so I thought about something fun we could do so you could wind down, hmm?” he cocked his head, looking at your eyes feast over the items he had bought for you. You had absolutely no idea that your boyfriend even thought about these things before – and it was turning you on a great deal.

Inside the box, you found the most adorable set of black, clip on kitten ears that had little bells attached to them with soft pink fabric on the inside. The faux fur was soft, delicate and smelled like sweet perfume. The box also contained a little black collar, complete with “Kitten” etched on the front from a dangling tag. What surprised you the most however, was the tiny little tail that was at the bottom of the box to match the ears with a small clip at the top –  all making you shiver with nervousness and excitement.

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Mirror Mirror on the Ceiling, God this View is so Appealing

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: smut 

Warnings: sex, dirty talk, oh and daddy!kink whoops

So I saw this fricking cute picture of Tyler awhile ago (x) and I just had this idea for a fic so here it is~

Summary: Dan and Phil have sex after Dan hangs up a mirror on the ceiling. That’s it. No plot really. 

Read it on Ao3 (x)


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MEMBER: “Wait so she called you daddy?”

K: “Yeah she did..”

MEMBER: “Okay..and did you like it?”

K: “Yeah..I did”


*Thinks about whether or not he would be into this daddy kink, even though you said it was an accident, but was it..was it really?*


*You accidentally call him Appa in public with the other members who all hear and are a bit taken aback, whilst he is internally screaming inside*

S: “Oh god why did this mistake have to happen now”


*Fakes a laugh to stop his embarrassment as other people around him heard what you had said, and you ended up getting a bit red cheeked yourself*

Y/N: “Oh my god sorry I meant Oppa I really did”



*Is shocked at first but he makes a joke out of everything so this was no exception*

BH: “Am I your sugar daddy Y/N, is that what you are trying to say”

Y/N: “Oh god stop”


Y/N: “Oppa I meant Oppa my god that embarrassing”

D.O: “Lets not speak of it again”


*Doesn’t even care just goes with it even after you keep telling him it was a mistake*

C: “Ahh sure it was Y/N.. it’s okay you don’t have to cover up I get it”


T: “Hell yeah I am”

Jk more like


*Finds it funny but also embarrassing at the same time*

Y/N: “Sorry I didn’t mean to say that but it wasn’t a lie tbh”


*Realises that it is his que to leave*

K: “Adios I hope to meet you in another life”


*You walked over to the sofa and layed down, your head resting on his lap. You proceeded to ask him a question which accidentally started with ‘Appa’ instead of ‘Oppa’, and then you looked up to see his face*


*He got you calling him ‘Appa’ right next to Chen who tried to stifle his laugh, and poor Xiumin just held his head in his hands*

*None of these GIFS are mine credit to the owners*

Sex and Chaos (Part 1)

Aaaaaah, at long last, this Tony x Reader idea I’ve had in my head for a while. What started as a quick drabble idea is turning into a two part mess!! :P

Word count: ~1400

Warnings: Drinking, Drunk Tony, Swearing, Sexual innuendos, sex talk (No sex till second part though) Daddy kink talk? (oh Drunk Tony… shame shame)

Taking care of Tony when he’s drunk off his rocker, but that’s your job for you… you just never expected to fall in love with the guy.

Originally posted by tonystarkandpepper


Two months. Two months after the accords, the fight with Steve and Bucky (and Bucky becoming a popsicle again), and now Tony’s bad alcoholic habits. Good God, even Pepper had left him at this point from how bad he was getting. As an assistant, you couldn’t help but to think you weren’t getting paid enough for this shit, but as Tony’s best friend, this broke your heart. It was that time of night again where Tony came stumbling back into the tower, plastered and a complete wreck. It was just you tonight, seeing that you sent everyone else back home to get some rest. You were dressed casually tonight, in just jeans and your favorite band t-shirt, hair a disheveled mess. “Welcome back, Mr. Stark.” you offered.

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shit the signs say (based on things I've heard irl)
  • aries: "you're allowed to hold any opinion you like, even if it opposes mine, and is therefore wrong."
  • taurus: "I don't have any goals other than the acquisition of fries. okay, that's a lie, I want to be a doctor, but mainly it's just the fries."
  • gemini: "scene rehab is listening to country music until your rainbow extensions fall out."
  • cancer: "oh my god, why are you crying?" "(through sobs) George Washington's not running for President."
  • leo: "I've won, I just don't want to get my tits out to prove it."
  • virgo: "surely if you're explaining to someone why you don't like a person, you lead with 'she threw a chair at my girlfriend', no?"
  • libra: "I once told my girlfriend I had a sonnet kink, then sent her a bunch of iambic couplets about my butt."
  • scorpio: "let's take it in turns stabbing each other!"
  • capricorn: "I've blanked out at least 60% of our angsty phase. occasionally, memories resurface and I have to plunge them back in to the void. it's like emotional Whack-A-Mole."
  • aquarius: "if I could write poetry this good when I was drunk, I would never stop writing. I mean, I'd never stop drinking either, so it's probably just as well."
  • pisces: "apparently high me really loves Christina Aguilera."

anonymous asked:

For kink: people wearing lingerie!

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

Send me a kink and I’ll rate it!

I love lingerie so much, my dude. It’s so pretty???? It kinda adds a spice of class to sex, at least to me, because it looks so fancy and frilly. I probably would wear lingerie all the time if a) I had any and b) was comfortable in my body (I’m a size 18)

anonymous asked:

For the sexy alphabet game- N for Baze, T for Chirrut?

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

For some reason I feel like anything that starts bordering on non-consent (even like consensual non-consent… like rape-play). Even if he knows his partner is completely consenting and is enjoying it he just cannot get into it. Like at all.

Also any of the ‘stronger’ kinks. Oh gods, he is my vanilla old man isn’t he? Like anyone who assumes he has never had sex is dead wrong but he just doesn’t understand why people have to make it so complicated? If you’re doing it right you don’t need to be adding things to make it interesting, it should be plenty interesting enough as is.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yes, he does own them (why was that such an automatic answer?). Although I’m not sure how many because I mean Jedha seems like the sort of place that you’d be able to get sex-toys in… probably; it’s just a question of how much they would cost for how many Chirrut would be able to own… But long story short Chirrut owns at least 1 dildo (maybe more). (and I’ll shut up before I start worldbuilding)

Does he use them? Again, yes, easy yes. Only on himself though I think. IDK they just don’t seem up Baze’s ally (I feel a little sorry for Chirrut and his incredibly vanilla husband – but I mean, sex toys exist for a reason and Baze certainly isn’t bad in bed just… not as adventurous as Chirrut is)

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SHINee Reaction: You Having Nipple Piercings

I hope you guys enjoy it! <3


He pulls up your shirt and seeings your piercings.



“Oh god.  How did you know piercings are my kink?”


-Pulls up your shirt and sees them, continues doesn’t think much of them-


“Wow, that’s really cute jagiya~” -Shy-


“Wait, when did you get those?”

“I’ve had them the whole time, this is the first time you’ve noticed them?” -you

“Uh.. Of course not.” -Continues-

(He looks like Kai in that gif right?)

By Admin Cindi
All these Little Things

[A/N: since it is JDM’s birthday today I decided I had to write a small drabble to celebrate all that is Daddy Winchester]

Warnings: daddy!kink, this is so unbearably fluffy I may puke XP

tagging: @mrswhozeewhatsis @aprofoundbondwithdean @leviathanslovedick @spnashley @kittenofdoomage @the-mrs-deanwinchester @eyes-of-a-disney-princess @eyeofdionysus @writingthingsisdifficult @bkwrm523 @abaddonwithyall @mysupernaturalfics @bovaria @meganwinchester1999 @castielspahdehrah @littlegreenplasticsoldier @manawhaat @mamapeterson @faith-in-dean @dreamsfromthebunker @ruby-loves-supernatural @diaryofawimpywinchester @oriona75 @lovemydean-o-saur @beholders-chroniclers @but-deans-back-tho @icecream-and-gadreel @ellen-reincarnated1967 @pada-ackles @vintagevalentinexx @sammit-janet @blushingsamgirl @itsemmyb @sis-tafics @deandoesthingstome @mrsjohnsmith  @spnfanficpond

Originally posted by robertdownyjrs

You had woken even earlier than usual for your daddy’s birthday even after the late night you had enjoyed. You had wanted to make it as special as possible so every so often you would sneak out of bed to work on the gifts for your daddy. This morning was to be extra special so as you made your daddy his coffee and favourite breakfast, setting it down on the bedside table. You climbed back into bed and began trailing soft kisses down his chest, smiling as you gently sucked on his head while massaging his abs.

“Y/N?” you heard him groan as he lifted the covers to see you, a grin broke out as you sucked gently. John Winchester’s eyes lit up before he moaned, “Happy Birthday to me huh?” he groaned, tangling his hand in your hair.

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anonymous asked:

Here's a kink: public sexy things (including but not limited to teasing, actual sex, masturbation, etc)

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

Send me a kink and I’ll rate it!

I had an ex that was super into that and I just??? No thanks??? Nothing against the people that enjoy that it’s just it’s not my thing. I would, however, be down to subtle teasing and having that just keep building until it gets home to the bedroom.

Keep Quiet : Part 3

Anonymous said:
Oh my god please part three of keep quiet!!!
Anonymous said:
Yesss part 3 or keep quiet would be 💯

a/n: wow guys I didn’t think you like keep quiet that much for a part 3.

Part One ;  Part Two



“Daddy!” I whine. “Told you princess, don’t do what you’re not suppose to when you’re with me.” He winks. I’m literally dripping Luke, “Daddy, please it feels funny.” Luke sighs, “I know baby girl, but you have to learn a lesson. Have you had enough?” Luke says. “Yes Daddy.” I say. “Good girl, my good girl.” Luke says.

I’ve been such in a bitchy mood since Luke so decided to punish me, and he hasn’t given me any attention since. So, I decided to get back at him for doing this to me, which should be interesting. I know how much Luke hates it when I flaunt myself to his band mates, but karma is a bitch.

I walk into their room in just spanks and sports bra, and I see Michael drop his controller. “Holy shit,” I see Michael licks his lips. “Hey Mikey.” I smile. Luke’s head pops with an angry expression. I see Calum come out of the corner of my eye, “Damn Y/N, have you been working out?” He looks me up and down. “I have actually.” I smile. “I can defiantly say that is has payed off.” Ashton says.

“Alright enough, Y/N can I talk to you?” Luke pulls my wrist into the other room. “What do you think you’re doing?” He hisses at me. “What do you mean?” I ask innocently. “Oh don’t give me that act, you know I don’t like it when you dress like this in front of the others.” Luke says. “Don’t be mad daddy, I didn’t do anything.” I say. “That’s it, you’ve a bad girl lately, and that’s how you’re going to be treated.”

“Face down, ass up. Now!” Obeying Luke, I wiggled my ass up in the air. Tracing the outline of them, Luke pulls them down around my ankles, the silence lasted longer than it should’ve in my opinion, but it was making me grow wetter by the second.

Once that loud crack of his hand came down and I jolted forward. More, all I wanted was more and more until I couldn’t handle it any longer. Another loud crack of his hand came in contact with the other cheek. Then another, then another, fourteen, fifteen sixteen, not stopping until twenty-five.

By then my eyes were brimming with tears, the pleasure being too much to handle. Luke grabbed my waist once more, flipping me around and pulling me forward so I was facing him. With his shirt already off, I worked on his belt buckle, pulling his jeans down fast along with his underwear. When his rock hard, large erection came to be in front of my face, eyes widened in shock, still surprised by how big he was.

I stuck my tongue out onto Luke’s tip, gliding against the slit at the top, tasting his pre-cum. I swirled it around the tip, lowering my mouth section by section until halfway down. The loud moans slipping from Luke’s mouth let me know that I was doing something good. 

Pushing My head down till the tip touched the back of your throat, I couldn’t help but gap a bit, knowing that would send Luke over the edge and his load in my mouth. But were disappointed when nothing happened, instead Luke pulled me up by my hair a little roughly and made you lay down against the bed. This was now my punishment, again.

“Hands up, I don’t want to see them.” Luke growled. Being the tease Luke is though, he tapped his hard cock against my clit a few times, making me whimper out.  “Look at my little girl, so wet and ready for Daddy.” Without any warning, Luke leaned forward to pound himself into me. With his cock sliding in deep, his hand fisted my hair, pulling me up some so you could see himself glistening wet with my arousal.

Nodding to him, he began to work his hips slowly at first, but building up a steady rhythm, keeping me on lock. Giggles and whimpers were slipping out of my mouth.  “F-fuck daddy! Faster!” “Eager aren’t you little girl!” “I need m-more daddy!” “Come on baby girl, speak up.”

“I need your cock so badly.” I said sweetly. “That’s right little girl, you’re going to get it.” This time when Luke slid back into me, he made my back arch which was the best thing he could’ve possible done.

The way his top glided against my g-spot, sending my climax by faster and faster made my scream out this time, no moans, just brutal screams of pleasure. With that stimulation on my g-spot, he attached his thumb to my clit, rubbing too fast for his own good.

I clenched around him hard, feeling him twitch. “Cum baby girl, let daddy know how good he made you feel.” “Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” I screamed. With two final thrusts, I was clenching hard around Luke’s cock, cumming harder than I ever had before. My legs began to shake as the orgasm ripped through my body, sending this bliss throughout my whole body rapidly, nothing like I’ve ever felt before.

“So much for keeping quiet baby girl.” Luke said. “It’s not my fault, daddy.” I whispered. “I know princess.” He whispered.