because this is the hottest damn thing i have seen in forever

Writing is Hard, part 6: SEX

Summary: Dean and the reader have sex. Finally. FINALLY.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 4250ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. And the quotes are from my own Faking It series, in case anyone was curious. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO


“You knew he didn’t quite understand why you found it so hot, but Dean had never seen himself leaning over the engine in a tight, sweaty t-shirt, hands and forearms covered in grease as he worked.”

Dean’s outside working on the Impala, and you’re reading fics about just that. Apparently, Dean working on the Impala is the hottest thing to ever grace the fandom (aside from his lips…and his green eyes…and his cocky swagger that is really just hiding adorable and unnecessary insecurity…and Jesus, these people are thorough), and you’re curious. In your actual experience with Dean, working on the Impala is just a nuisance. You have to wait longer to get on the road, Dean takes forever to scrub himself clean afterward, and for the next few hours, everything smells like metal and oil covered up by motel soap. Why do people find that so hot?

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I SAW GUNS N' ROSES MY LIFE IS COMPLETE I COULDN'T BE HAPPIER IT WAS AMAZING

- duff sweating was so hot DAMN I WAS ABOUT TO PASS OUT 2 TIMES
- they are amazing
- they ROCK FUCK THEY ARE SO WILD
- AXL’S VOICE
- they did Yesterdays i was dying
- slash
- slash
- slash
- axl rose “feel my serpentine” i don’t wanna tell ok i only know i felt things
- this man is 54 but he knows how to do it
- he’s hot
- GUYS HE IS I REALLY
- i don’t know what is it what he HAS BUT HE HAS THAT CHARM HE HAS THAT AXL ROSENESS THAT MAKES HIM LIKE THAT
- i couldn’t stop staring at him and feel things and i was like “i love you omg”
- he was running all the time all over the stage he WAS SO WILD i actually thought he was falling to ground at any moment but he didn’t
- he was so cute when saluting fans
- he did it like three times he was so cute
- NIGHTRAIN I DIED
- duff mckagan
- duff is hot
- duff
- duff is the hottest i couldn’t
- i love them
- i loved everything they did
- i can’t believe i actually listened to songs i thought i’d never have the chance to listen live
- this is something to remember forever
- ESTRANGED
- NOVEMBER RAIN
- when axl sang “NOTHING LASTS FOREVER EVEN COLD NOVEMBER RAIN” OK THAT WAS THE TIME OF MY LIFE BITCH THIS LINE THIS LINE I WROTE A FIC ABOUT THIS LINE WHAT THE FUCK IT WAS MY DREAM TO SCREAM IT OUT LOUD I CAN’T BELIEVE
- november rain was the most beautiful thing i can’t believe i listened to it live?? what the fuck???
- slash’s solo
- i was so happy i couldn’t even cry
- i saw guns n’ roses the guys i thought i’d never seen like it was impossibile because they broke up but this happened
- guns n’ roses 2017 happened
- duff slash and axl
- guys i can’t believe
- guns n’ roses
- i already miss them
- this was legendary
- thank you

Inevitable.

Summary: The past has no name, who would think of naming its past? But an adjective and for Mccree his past was somewhat sad, but not everything was sadness, especially when in his teens finally had people to call friends and even a boyfriend.

Category: Overwatch.

Genre: Drama, Family, fluffy, lemon, Romance and novel, shounen-ai, Slash, AU, Yaoi.

Warnings: Drugs, Heterosexuality, Homosexuality, sex insinuation, improper language, nudity, sex, Masturbation.

Characters: Genji Shimada, Hanzo Shimada, Jesse Mccree, Gabriel Reyes, Jack Morrison, Sombra.

Tags: Mchanzo, Werewolf!AU, Omega!Hanzo, Alpha!Mccree, Omega!Genji, Mercy is just quoted.

Cap1|Cap2|Cap3|Cap4


Cap 1 - My howls are the calling.

The past has no name, who would think of naming its past? But an adjective and for Mccree his past was somewhat sad, but not everything was sadness, especially when in his teens finally had people to call friends and even a boyfriend. Mccree laughs, his first and only boyfriend in his life, was what most alphas did, found his mate and usually stayed with him forever, of course some alphas did not follow this pattern, because some had several companions at the same time the Which was not illegal, but did not sound good to the romantic and passionate.



Mccree walked through the gardens of the great castle of the Shimada clan, behind his friend / crush who was probably training the target. He sat away, but enough to watch Hanzo focus on the metal target. Jesse loved to see the omega practice arduously and efficiently the omega hits the last target, saw the sweat dripping on his neck that maliciously the alpha watched sweat run under the omega garb. Jesse shivered when he realized that Hanzo was looking at him with a friendly smile, approaching him and sitting beside him.

- Good shot, darling.

Hanzo laughs - You and your silly nicknames.

Mccree watched Hanzo’s chest rise and fall slowly, once or twice it took for the rhythm to be regular, the omega was looking for air to fill his lungs, he also watched the older boy loosen his hair and tie them in a ponytail, more firm.

“He came later today.” Hanzo asked, wrapping a towel around his neck.

“I had some problems in the middle of the road, but nothing prevents me from seeing my beloved friend.”

Jesse wanted to say boyfriend, but he felt he was so far from being one for the eldest. “I see.”

Jesse noticed that Hanzo was a little flushed, was it because of what he had said? No, he just finished training “Do you want to go somewhere today?”

Hanzo finally looks at Jesse. “No, I have to study.”

“Okay.” Jesse had just seen a few books by the towel, but he wondered.

But sometimes Hanzo needed to study, these days the alpha just kept quiet and at the same time admired the concentrated look of the older boy. Everything was beautiful in Hanzo, even when he loses his patience with the troubles that Mccree along with Genji - Hanzo’s brother - got into, but it was part of being the oldest in the group. That week the newest one with green neon hair was not together with them, had traveled with the girlfriend, then it was Hanzo and Mccree.

Both omega brothers brought some discomfort to the father of both who was alpha, usually who was the leader of a clan is always an alpha, would never be an omega. The only way was to pretend Hanzo was alpha, to fool the other clans. The only ones who knew that Hanzo was omega, except the elders and the father of the Shimada brothers, was Genji and Jesse secretly.

Omegas were rare, usually when young people are sexually abused, because they do not have control of the hormones, so they made pills for omegas, they almost never failed, but sometimes, rarely, the heat came earlier than expected, even taking the pills.

Jesse slipped out of his reverie as he felt Hanzo pull away from his shoulder, his breath heavy, his body trembling, the book being left out of sheer despair. It was when an extremely pleasant scent had entered Jesse’s nostrils, almost like an aphrodisiac. “Shit. ”Jesse thought.

Hanzo looked startled at Jesse, it seemed until the older boy had remembered at that moment that Jesse was an alpha. “Damn it,” he thought again. Jesse wanted to somehow control his primitive side and get out of there before he did something stupid, but as he thought it, his body was already moving, his hands tightened on Hanzo’s shoulders, Hanzo was not stopping anything.

“Damn Hanzo …” He sighed heavily, not realizing that his voice had gone hoarse.

Jesse felt the scent rise and the brunet no longer knew what he was doing, his right hand was on Hanzo’s neck and he was bringing the boy closer to him. Hanzo looked dumbfounded, but for a moment of awareness had come to him.

“Jesse, do not…”

Hanzo’s voice left the younger boy crazed, he would mate with Hanzo right there and the older boy would become his forever. Jesse was already close to Hanzo’s neck, his breath was heavy and fearful and Hanzo was already losing consciousness, it was the first time in heat, the pills had never failed.

“Hanzo!”

Hanzo’s father’s voice was a shock of awareness to both of them, the volume in Jesse’s pants was at its peak, his red, alpha-like eyes that he was ready to mate, but soon those eyes disappear, bringing back the dark browns , But he could not do anything about the volume on his pants.

“Hanzo!”

Hanzo jerked away from Jesse as he heard his father again. Jesse pressed his hands, was trying not to advance his friend again.

“Go ahead, Hanzo!” Jesse pleaded, almost in a roar.

Hanzo had left his books and towel behind while walking slowly, his legs would not let him walk, his low howls denounced his state of excitement “Jesse …”, a maid held Hanzo by the arms and took him out of there the fastest possible and when Hanzo looked back Jesse was no longer there.




“How did this happen?” Hanzo listened to his father’s furious voice upstairs.

The brunette wondered the same thing, there were still four pills left, why did he come before? No one knew, but there was Hanzo locked in his room once more, did not leave at all, the housekeeper that took his food, but the boy was not worried about it at that moment.

He put his right hand on the neck, the side where Jesse would bite him, even though it never happened, Hanzo felt as if the mark was there. It was crazy to feel the mark on him, and he did not feel the marks of his teeth there, was not bloated, there was nothing, so how did he feel something he did not have? It was like the doctors said, the first heat was always the most intense and because the heat of the omega was always blocked, the heat of Hanzo would be more intense than normal, so somehow, in Hanzo’s mind that It explained the feeling of being bitten by Jesse, even though it never happened.

Hanzo sighed, already on his third day in heat and kept thinking about Jesse. The boy liked Jesse beyond friendship, but they always kept to himself, Genji who was not a fool had already noticed and had already given advice to his brother, but Hanzo was hard on himself. The brunet was in the bathroom, fresh from the bath, the first time he had masturbated, he himself smelled the hormones that went insane, but he did not care, the images of Jesse possessing him were the hottest ones happened in your mind.

“Jesse…”

Hanzo moaned the cowboy’s name, looked at his face flushed in the mirror, and groaned again, his hand around his taut hard phallus as he held himself in the sink of his bathroom. His low moans and groans contained were hard to do, but that feeling of what was marked was still present and increasing with each passing day, it was as if Jesse was there, touching him. At that point his mouth already open and releasing deep but still low moans, he sat down on the floor and his legs opened intently as he pumped quickly. He felt once again the smell of his hormones coming up, it was an unpleasant smell for the omega, but he knew that the same scent made Jesse go crazy and he smiled, even though he knew it was all because of Jesse’s sheer instinct, he saw A way of having Jesse for himself, it was a selfish thought that the omega had never had in his life, always conformed to the way his love life had led, but it seemed that heat was penetrating his mind, making him want Jesse in a way possessed.

Soon the pre-cum appeared, causing him to use his free hand going to her buttocks and placing two digits in your input, arching her back, her hip was moving and his whole body shook, he felt like a thirsty complaint. He thought of Jesse about him, exhaling his alpha scent and doing everything he wanted with him, only with him. And the feeling of possession came again.

He felt himself close, melting once more, and came, shaking from head to foot, sighing heavily, on the bathroom floor until he regained the strength of his leg muscles and rose from the floor, needed another bath , Urgent. He tossed her hair back, wanting her strands of hair to come off her face, still feeling heat and excitement.

“When will this end?” He asked herself.




When the heat was gone, his conscience soon returned to normal. “I went into heat in front of my friend, who is still alpha. "Hanzo did not know what to do, his routine would return to normal, but how could he face Jesse, even more than he had spent his entire heat acclaiming for the alpha? Hanzo was too embarrassed to face Jesse.

But he was so eager to see Mccree, he did not expect to give it half a day to find him, but a part of him kept telling himself that he would not show up.

"Hanzo, was your alpha friend with you?”

Hanzo knew what his father really wanted to know, but if he said Jesse was there, he would probably never see him again, so for the first time he would lie to his father. “No, he was not there.

Hanzo’s father looked at him suspiciously, but released his son from further questioning. The omega left the tense room, knew that if his father knew the truth would be worse, but it was to protect his alpha. Exactly, yours.




As usual, his shooting practice was intense, but too intense for a week without training, it was rusty, but he had managed to complete the training, well, more or less, for as he felt a hand on his shoulder , Automatically turned to the possible threat by placing the arrow at the tip of the enemy’s nose, but soon lowered the guard when he saw that it was Jesse.

“Calm down darling, it’s me.” Jesse laughed tensely.

Hanzo relaxed his shoulders and looked at Mccree, there was something different about him, did he seem taller? No, it had to be something else.

"Sorry, I should not have surprised you that way.” Jesse scratches his head in embarrassment.

Hanzo soon felt the feel of the mating mark that never happened, automatically brought his right hand to her neck “Alright Jesse, let’s sit down?”

“But it’s too early to finish training, are you sure?” Jesse asked.

“I’m a little tired of training.” He sat there where he was, irritated for some reason.

“Baby, let’s go to a shade, you’ll rest better.”

Hanzo felt his neck tingle, then he stood up and let Jesse guide him. They sat beneath a tree and Hanzo, as usual, leaned against the alpha’s shoulder, it was always like this, his heart was racing, but at that moment, beyond that sensation, he felt his neck tingle even more and he still felt watched.

“What is Jesse?” Asked the omega.

Hanzo felt the alpha shudder and then disengaged from him and looked directly at him.

“Nothing …” Jesse scratched another made his neck “I mean, I have several questions to ask.”

“So do it.”

Today they were more communicative “I wanted to know how was heat was.”

Hanzo shuddered. “What exactly do you want to know?”

Because of Jesse’s skin tone it was almost impossible to see him flushed, but he was “Damn Hanzo, I do not know how to ask these things.”

The older boy sighed, but he felt his abdominal region tingle, looked like butterflies “Do you want to know what I did?”

“I mean, too, but not now … shit … I can not ask that without sounding strange.”

“Then be straight.”

Jesse looked at Hanzo. “Has any alpha touched you?”

Hanzo looked surprised at the alpha, his redness was finally visible. “No, not even my father leaned against me, before you ask. “He noticed Jesse more relieved “I need to apologize for something …”

Jesse approached. "About?”

“I came … in heat at your side … it was reckless of me, I’m sorry.”

"No, Hanzo, I need to apologize, I should not have attacked you that way, I should have checked myself …”

They were both silent for a moment, both remembering how they felt at the time “You had no chance to control yourself, after all, it was my first heat.”

Jesse looked at Hanzo in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“My father always did his best to block my heat, but for some reason the pill did not hold my heat this time.” Hanzo blushed and felt that Jesse was seeing him like that.

“Honey, I had no idea…” Jesse made to run one’s fingers through one’s hair in Hanzo - My parents always told me that the first heat is always the most intense, it is the heat where the omega should be locked until the heat is gone, as well as the second And maybe the third.

"Maybe I will not have a second or third.”

“That hurts your health, baby, it’s a sign that it’s still fertile, and if he manifested himself using the pills, his body is begging for it to happen.”

Hanzo leaned against Jesse. “How do you know these things?”

Jesse laughs. “Well, my father is an omega, well, one of them.”

They spent a few minutes talking about heat. Of course alfas has heat, but it is different from the omegas, they go into heat when they see an omega in heat. And Jesse had gotten warm that day, but it was for a little while, after all, their haste to get out of there, and besides, Jesse did not want it to happen like that, he wanted something more romantic, even though Hanzo did not see It that way.

“Jesse, I need to tell you something…” He noticed the alpha listening to him closely, Hanzo sighed “I… I do not know, I think you bit me.”

Jesse looked at him in horror. "But I’m sure it will not bite you, I swear.”

“I know, I checked the mirror several times, there was nothing, it was not even swelling, but the feeling was so real that…” Hanzo rebuked himself, he had to stop there.

“What…?” Jesse did not know what to do, a part of him was happy, maybe he had bitten Hanzo, but he knew that if he bit Hanzo, the same would be his omega and that would destroy his life, so he was desperate.

“Damn Jesse, I’ve spent my whole heat thinking of you!” Hanzo hid his face in the alpha’s chest “My whole heat desperate for you, wanted you close to me, being my alpha, just mine.”

Hanzo was so flushed, he did not dare speak those words by looking at the alpha. He did not know how Jesse would react, because the younger one was not stupid, if Hanzo thought about him the whole heat, did those things thinking of him. He felt Jesse pull his face up and the older boy noticed Jesse’s red face.

"I also … I’ve spent these last few days thinking about you, not just those days, but from the first moment I saw you.” He stroked the older boy’s face that was now in his lap. “Damn Hanzo, I thought I even came here. To see how you was, but I knew that as soon as I saw him I would come forward with you, do things with you, I was desperate to see you, make you mine, just mine.

“So do it.” It was automatic, Hanzo did not think of his words.

“What?”

"Make me your Jesse,” Hanzo pressed his forehead to Mccree’s. “I never feel so much in need of someone, I’m not talking about heat, but a little while ago, I wanted to be close to you, even though I could not find a subject for it .

Jesse put his hands on Hanzo’s waist and found his lips on Hanzo’s, the kiss came sweet and quiet, Hanzo pulled Jesse closer and the alpha touched every part of Hanzo’s body, uncovering the body hitherto unknown in touch, already That Jesse has been attentive to Hanzo’s movements since the first day he saw him. The kiss closed with a howl of Jesse, his eyes were red again, as on that day he was in heat, ready to become his alpha, just needed a bite and everything they both wanted would be one hundred percent acquired.

Jesse lowered his kisses to Hanzo’s neck and stopped there, licked and bruised that region, while Hanzo trembled with excitement, it was not like heat, but it was still good, his alpha was there, taming him and making him his. Jesse finally bit the spot, Hanzo howled loudly, it hurt a lot, it seemed that Jesse was penetrating into Hanzo’s soul. The omega pressed closer to the alpha, seeking more contact, then came the ecstasy, the famous ecstasy of the bite of possession, the omega or beta felt that sensation when being tamed by an alpha.

Jesse, as he finished scoring the omega, saw him soft in his arms, he was ecstatic, panting, shaking, and handsome.

"You’re so handsome, Hanzo.” He kissed the face of the omega “The most beautiful omega in the world, and it’s just mine. Just mine.” He hugged the older boy heavily into his lap.

Hanzo never thought the ecstasy was so intense, he felt trembling still, the bite tingled, but he felt he was already able to speak “How long does this last?”

Jesse smelled the back of Hanzo’s neck “The ecstasy? It depends on each omega, some spend hours like this, but it never lasts a whole day.”

Hanzo moans down “Jesse …”

“Dear, ‘mi amor’, will be mine forever?” Jesse asked.

Hanzo knew it was a request for courtship, but it was a very different way to do “Yes, always, do not you dare leave me, otherwise I’ll kill you.”

Jesse laughs “I would never do it love, we’re connected to be eternal.”

Mccree pulls Hanzo up for an unhurried kiss.

Interpreting Victor’s motivation in a (at least somewhat) kinky context.

So after seeing a few posts about it and reading @tumblngkori‘s post-episode-10 reviews of all the previous episodes, I wanted to synthesize what I’d read and throw in my thoughts on how Victor’s kinks relate to his behavior, because I think they influence so much.  

Now, I say kink because I do think there’s some sexual investment in this for Victor, but I’m also using this word as an umbrella term to cover his internal desires and proclivities that push him to behave in certain ways.  It’s fun for me to see Victor this way, because it’s rare that you get a fictional character whose sexual identity is so realistically and seamlessly woven into who he is as a whole.  I do think there are other ways to interpret his behavior, and I don’t discredit those headcanons - one of the best parts about YOI is the wiggle room it leaves for fans to take what they need from it.

That said, episode 10′s reveal did an amazing job of taking information we already had on how Victor’s mind worked and re-purposing it to give new perspective to things we’d seen AND add depth to things we just learned.  In ways, I feel like I understand Victor more than Yuuri now.

You nasty, beautiful bastard.

Putting this under a cut and broken into two posts cuz long post got real long real fast.

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anonymous asked:

For the prompt thing: leverage (esp Parker, Elliot, and Hardison) and "you died and left me a bunch of weird IOUs" (it's from a post in your make it so fandom tag). Thank you!

(This is a weird ficlet. I hope you like it! Warning for minor character death because someone had to die for the “you died and left me” part.)

Alec always knew Nana had secrets. So did he. It was a delicate relationship full of both of them pretending the other one was definitely not breaking the law at any time, to the extent that he’s not totally sure what kind of weird things she was up to. (He spent his whole adolescence locked in his room with a computer, he really hopes she assumed he was a hacker and not doing porn. It’s a noble profession, but he didn’t need his Nana thinking of him like that.)

So, when he gets down to executing her estate, he expects to find some weird things. Maybe extra bank accounts, ledger books, weapons, he doesn’t even know what.

There is a ledger book in a hidden drawer in her desk that one of her favorite necklaces is the key to, but it’s not a book of loans or payments. It’s a book of IOUs, and none of them are for money.

Billy Franklin owes 6 helicopter trips, the first entry says, with contact information and a few legal details, and it’s neatly crossed out, the number changed a few times while she called that debt in.

“What the hell?” says Alec, and keeps looking.

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Hey I am doing Pickup line Prompts from now until the day before my birthday! (March 1-16) (My birthday is the 17th.) I would do it on my birthday but I have a surprise for that day… 😜. Anyways, so here are the prompts below just tell me number, person, fandom (optional.), any specific things you want (also optional.) Don’t forget you can reblog and use these (please give me credit if you repost cause it took me awhile to find all these pickup lines.) so here are the prompts:

1. Baby, you must be a broom, cause you just swept me off my feet.

2. Baby, you’re so sweet, you put Hershey’s outta business.

3. Didn’t I see you on the cover of Vogue?

4. Excuse me, I don’t want you to think I’m ridiculous or anything, but you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I just felt like I had to tell you.

5. Have you always been this cute, or did you have to work at it?

6. Hey, don’t I know you? Yeah, you’re the girl with the beautiful smile.

7. Hey, I know you! You were Miss Maryland last year, weren’t you?

8. I feel like Richard Gere, I’m standing next to you, the Pretty Woman.

9. I hope you know CPR, cuz you take my breath away!

10. I just had to come talk with you. Sweetness is my weakness.

11. I know milk does a body good, but baby, how much have you been drinking?

12. I think I can die happy now, cause I’ve just seen a piece of heaven.

13. I’m not drunk, I’m just intoxicated by you.

14. If I told you that you had a great body, would you hold it against me?

15. If this bar is a meat market, you must be the prime rib.

16. Is it hot in here or is it just you?

17. Nice to meet you, I’m (your name) and you are…gorgeous!

18. Was your dad king for a day? He must have been to make a princess (or prince) like you.

19. Was your father a mechanic? Then how did you get such a finely tuned body?

20. Were you arrested earlier? It’s gotta be illegal to look that good.

21. Were you in Boy Scouts? Because you sure have tied my heart in a knot.

22. Were your parents Greek Gods, ‘cause it takes two gods to make a goddess.

23. What does it feel like to be the most beautiful girl in this room?

24. What’s that on your face? Oh, must just be beauty. Here, let me get it off. Hey, it’s not coming off!

25. Ya know, you look really hot! You must be real reason for global warming.

26. You are the reason men fall in love.

27. You know, you might be asked to leave soon. You’re making the other women look really bad.

28. You look like my third wife. She: Oh, how many time have you been married? Twice.

29. Oh my sweet darling! For a moment I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Now I see that I am very much alive, and heaven has been brought to me.

30. If you have a chance to become anything on earth what would you want to become?“ [the answer] you: ” well to me, I want to be your tear drop: I was born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips.

31. You’re so hot you would make the devil sweat.

32. If I had a rose for every time I thought of you, I would be walking through my garden forever.

33. Excuse me…..Hi, i’m writing a term paper on the finer things in life, and i was wondering if i could interview you…

34. If god made any thing better than you he keep it for him self.

35. Guy: Sorry, but you owe me a drink. Girl: Why? Guy: I looked at you and dropped mine.

36. Damn, I thought “very-fine” only came in a bottle!

37. Hey, how did you do that? (What?) Look so good?

38. If beauty were time, you’d be eternity.

39. Are you a parking ticket? (What?) You got fine written all over you.

40. If you stood in front of a mirror and help up 11 roses, you would see 12 of the most beautiful things in the world.

41. Presents the person with a single rose and say: “I just wanted to show this rose how incredibly beautiful you are.”

42. I betting that you cannot wait until tomorrow, because I bet that you get more and more beautiful every day.

43. You look like a cool glass of refreshing water, and I am the thirstiest man in the world.

44. Are you a tamale? 'Cause you’re hot.

45. You are so beautiful that you give the sun a reason to shine.

46. Most people like to watch the (i.e. World Cup, Stanley Cup, Super Bowl, NBA playoffs, etc..) cuz it only happens once a year/every 4 years, but I’d rather talk to you cause the chance of meeting someone like you only happens once in a lifetime.

47. Where’s your paper bag? (What?) Your paper bag to put over your head. (Excuse me?) It’s dangerous for someone like you to be out in public with all of these horny people around. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.

48. When I saw you from across the room, I passed out cold and hit my head on the floor…so I’m going to need your name and number for insurance reasons.

49. Do you want to see a picture of a beautiful person? (hold up a mirror)

50. Stop, drop, and roll, baby. You are on fire.

51. Baby, you’re so hot, you make the equator look like the north pole.

52. Babe, your beauty makes the morning sun look like the dull glimmer of the moon.

53. Even though the ugly lights are shining bright, you still look beautiful.

54. There aren’t enough “O”’s in the word “smooth” to describe how smooth you are.

55. (Walk up to them and touch them) Thank God, I thought that you were only an illusion(mirage).

56. If beauty were a grain of sand, you’d be a million beaches.

57. You must be going to hell, because it is a sin to look that good.

58. Come live in my heart, and pay no rent.

59. If it weren’t for that DAMNED sun, you’d be the hottest thing ever created.

60. That’s a nice watch [Thank you] Actually, that’s a nice dress. [Again, thank you] Come to think of it, everything is nice on you.

61. How is your fever? [What fever?] Oh… you just look hot to me.

62. (Walk up to someone and bite them anywhere) Person: What are you doing?!?!? You: Sorry, taking a bite out of crime. Person: WHAT?!?!? You: Well it has to be illegal to look that good!

63. Excuse me, I’d like to have kids someday, and I wanted to know how your parents created such a beautiful creature.

64. When God made you, he was showing off.

65. If all the stars in the sky were summed, not even words that many times stronger than “beautiful” could ever be used to describe you.

66. If you were a laser gun, you’d be set on stunning.

67. The drink: $6. The room: $100. The night with you?: Priceless.

68. Listen to this: my buddies over there said that I wouldn’t be able to start a conversation with the most beautiful boy/girl in the bar. Wanna buy some drinks with some of their money?

69. If I received a nickel for everytime I saw someone as beautiful as you, I’d have five cents.

70. I don’t know you, but I think I love you already.

71. You look beautiful today, just like every other day.

72. Are you an interior decorator? When i saw you the room became beautiful.

73. You know I’d like to invite you over, but I’m afraid you’re so hot you’ll skyrocket my air-conditioning bill.

74. [You] Here are my keys [Other] Why? [You] Here’s the key to my house, my car,…and my heart.

75. You had better direct that beauty and femininity somewhere else, you’ll set the carpet on fire.

76. When I’m older, I’ll look back at all of my crowning memories, and I’ll think of the day my children were born, the day I got married, and the day that I met you.

77. Is your name Summer? 'Cause you are as hot as hell.

78. Fascinating. I’ve been looking at your eyes all night long. I’ve been looking at your eyes all night long, 'cause I’ve never seen such dark eyes with so much light in them.

79. Fat Penguin. WHAT? I just thought I’d say something to break the ice.

80. You know that I think about you only twice a day? Once when my eyes are open, and once when they are closed.

81. If I had to choose between one night with you or winning the lottery…I would chose winning the lottery…but it would be close…real close…

82. If I were a stop light, I’d turn red everytime you passed by, just so I could stare at you a bit longer.

83. Damn, Sugar, settle down. I’m diabetic.

84. You need $20 and a friend. Give friend the $20. Walk up to target. Friend says, “You’re right. Those are the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.” Hands you the $20 and walks away.

85. So last night I had the same dream over and over - always the same thing, but in a different location every time. I kept dreaming that I was asking you out, but every time before you answered, I woke up, and I’m dying to know what your answer was.

86. If I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I’d have a galaxy in my hand.

87. (If s/he is looking at you)You know, my mother always told me it was impolite to stare… so what do you say we dance?

88. See these keys? Ya like em? I wish I had the one to your heart.

89. Do you have a twin sister? Then you must be the most beautiful girl in the world!

90. I think that your attractive and simply amazing from what I’ve seen so far. Can I get your number and meet your personality.

91. All the other girls are just rough Drafts …. but i think you are the FINAL COPY!!

92. If God had a refrigerator, a picture of you would be on it.

93. You’re so beautiful that you made me forget my pickup line.

94. A thousand painters working for a thousand years could not create a beauty that equals you.

95. If you could put a price tag on beauty you’d be worth more than Fort Knox.

96. You’re so hot, I’d better smother you with my body before you burst into flame!

97. You’re single. I’m single. Coincidence? I think not.

98. Kissing Burns 6.4 calories per minute. Wanna work out?

99. Let’s play a game. Winner dates loser.

100. You are perfect, but there’s one thing I wanna change about you. (What?) Your last name.

For the lovely anonymous soul that wanted a bookstore AU. Fair warning, I like this prompt a bit too much and will probably revisit it.

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There are worse fates than this, Jim thinks as he flips the lock on the deadbolt. A lot of people run away from their past and problems and own them like an unwanted gift they’re too guilty to part with. Jim doesn’t own his past anymore. He owns a bookstore. 

He’s about to walk away from the door, the early autumn air is exceptionally bitter this morning, but he notices the figure practically slumped in the vestibule. Scruffy, still in scrubs and with a fraying jacket that looks just as worn down as the man himself. 

Jim sighs and waves his hand to Chekov at the cafe counter. They’re going to need a lot of coffee. Possibly spiked.

-

I’m a man set in my ways. Leonard McCoy said one night when Jim kept the store open later than he should and sat on the threadbare couch around the cafe area, a little too close, sharing a bottle of something a little too sweet.

Jim laughed and said that sounded like something a character in any of the books on his shelf would say. 

-

The first time Doctor McGrump comes in, Jim’s reorganizing his Must Read table. This table is organized bi-weekly because as Chekov says, Jim inhales books like people inhale air. It gets lonely in his studio and he has shoddy bootleg cable. Books are company. Books are the opposite of loneliness. 

“‘Scuse me,” Smooth southern drawl like buttery maple syrup on a short stack startles Jim out of arranging the books into a star. He drops Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close on the floor. “I’m looking for a book.”

Jim whirls around, a witty stuck on the tip of his tongue when he gets a look at the guy. Stubble and green eyes, floppy brown hair and a screwed up expression (is he allergic to books?) and definitely the hottest guy Jim has seen all week, month, year, forever. “Uh, yeah.” Jim rubs his hands on his pants for lack of anything to do with the rebellious digits, and licks his lips. “Anything specific?”

“It’s for my daughter. She’s read most of the popular teenager fiction, young adult, I think it’s called?" 

Jim nods, focusing so much on the way the way there might be noticeable grey in the man’s stubble that he trips over daughter. Daughter means wife. White picket fence. Happy family and definitely no room for Jim Kirk, collector of books and lost causes. Fuck. "Yeah.”

“Well, she’s coming to visit me this week and I’d like to have a few books for her.”

Jim feels a million years lighter, like balloons are tugging him up and up into the ceiling. Visiting means separation? Divorce? He grins, realizing he’s a very bad man to want another person to be divorced. “I’ve got some ideas.”

-

He loads McCoy up with his usual picks. (Yes, he’s twenty-seven and still reads young adult fiction). The new Jandy Nelson, his favorite from Walter Dean Meyers, Jacqueline Woodson, a few underrated novels that usually skip the notice of the top YA lists. Well, fuck that. He makes his own lists. 

McCoy buys all ten. Jim had only intended to give him a few choices but McCoy waved him away said, “Trust you,” and handed Jim his credit card. He was impressed. 

-

“What made you open a bookstore?”

“Books are easier to deal with.”

“Than what?”

People. Responsibilities. Expectations. You name it, I’m running from it. 

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anonymous asked:

YoonMin

Prompt : You’ve got a date tonight and you asked for advice on what to wear but I’m so in love with you and damn you look good in the outfit I picked out for you

“You have a date.”

The only reason Jimin needs to repeat this in the first place is because it’s more than a little hard to believe.

Min Yoongi, the guy Jimin shares an apartment with, the guy who works the graveyard shift at Burger King, the guy who hates to breath in the same room as other human beings when he hasn’t had his morning decaf with exactly two sugars, the guy who literally flipped off his boss last Sunday when the guy asked him to cover more shifts.

Min Yoongi, the guy Park Jimin has a high-key crush on since forever had a freaking date.

“I do.”

“But you’re Min Yoongi.”

“And?”

“And that’s impossible.” Yoongi huffs in irritation.

“What’s your point?”

“Yoongi hyung, I’ve known you since I was thirteen and you’ve literally never been on a date.”

Yoongi shrugs, switching from the Sunday news channel to the cartoons he watches on mute every weekend like religion.

“Look, I only told you because I needed help picking out something to wear because Namjoon is into the whole ‘punk but chill because I’m a twenty first century fashion sensation’ thing.” Jimin’s heart drops.

“Namjoon?” Jimin says, voice squeaking a little.

It’s a bad enough Yoongi is going on a date and now Jimin is jealous of a name without a face. Yoongi frowns a little, eyes finding Jimin’s over the screen. Something flashes in them, something Jimin can’t quite place. It looks like quiet resignation and a questioning hope, but for what, Jimin doesn’t know.

“Yes, Namjoon. So are you helping or should I call Jin -”

“No,” Jimin sighs, and Yoongi flashes him a rare smile that shows off all his teeth. “I got you covered, hyung.”

Yoongi lets go of the pun, if only because he’s too lazy to move.

“How do I look?”

As if that’s a fucking question, Jimin mentally screams. It’s not enough that he lives with Yoongi and finds his no-makeup face cute, his morning voice with his bedhead at 9 AM the hottest thing this side of summer, his sweatpants and tank top look better on him than anything Jimin wears even when he’s going out.

And now Yoongi is literally taking Jimin’s breath away.

“You look great, hyung. I told you the long sleeves were a nice touch.” Yoongi stares at his sweater is confusion for a second and shrugs.

“I guess. I have to make it to the restaurant in twenty minutes, so there’s no time to change even if it did look shit.”

The knot in Jimin’s stomach tightens as Yoongi tries to fix his bangs one last time in the tiny bathroom mirror.

“Since when do you care about your hair?”

Yoongi sighs and turns to face Jimin.

“Park Jimin, I’m going on a date. Why are you being so weird?”

“Because,” Jimin says, puffing up his cheeks. “This guy Namjoon sounds like a jerk.”

Yoongi snorts.

“The only thing I’ve told you about him is that he’s tall.”

“You can’t trust people who are six feet tall. Short people have to stick together. You said that last Monday.”

You’re the one who dotes on Jeon Jungkook, the kid is literally a tower.”

“But I don’t date him!”

“Look Jimin, I’m getting late and you’re not making any sense. It’s just a date. You’re going to see me in like, three hours.”

And there it is again, that look Yoongi gave Jimin a few hour ago; Yoongi’s face that dares Jimin to ask him to stay, a flash in Yoongi’s eyes that beg Jimin to contradict him like he wants him to and Jimin has seen it before, in the times Yoongi strokes Jimin’s hair when he thinks Jimin is asleep, lets Jimin eat the last slice of pizza in the fridge when he would cut off anyone else’s right hand for it, lets Jimin climb into his bed when Jimin feels lonely.

And Jimin isn’t about to let any of that go.

“Please, hyung. Please don’t go. I’m asking you,” Jimin lets out a shaky breath, staring at his feet. “I’m asking you to stay.”

Jimin hears silence for a moment and then Yoongi sighs, placing a gentle hand on Jimin’s cheek.

“Tell me why. Tell me anything and I’ll stay.”

In that moment, Jimin wants to look back up again and smile like he always does, pretend like nothing is wrong, brush off all this like it was a joke, like his feelings didn’t exist, like he had done a thousand times since he was thirteen.

But the difference is, Jimin doesn’t.

“Because,” he says, clutching lightly at Yoongi’s shirt. “I’m in love with you, Min Yoongi.”

Yoongi hums, smiling a little and pulling Jimin in with his hands in Jimin’s hair and Jimin has a feeling that the date was not at all what Yoongi had been waiting for all night.


aka the prompt where @shittyaus is a gold mine that saved my life

anonymous asked:

Holy god, I read your teacher/student Olicity and it was definitely the hottest thing ever! Could you please write a sequel to it? Love your work!

In The Library (Olicity, AU, Explicit)

Sequel to In The Classroom. 

AU. Professor Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak, his TA. 

Summary: Felicity has taken a night job in the campus library for extra cash. Oliver finds her there late one night.

He found her in the far northeast corner.

Oliver froze right as he rounded the corner, his eyes dropping to the naked curve of her ass, to the soft white lace decorating her panties, to the silky thigh-highs she wore, every inch of her supple body pulled taut where she balanced on the stepladder, a neat stack of books on the little shelf to her right.

Her skirt had gotten caught under the books, lifting it up for anyone and everyone to see what she had hidden under there, for him to see, and she had no idea.

She mumbled under her breath, looking at the books she held before scanning the shelf. She reached to put one in its place before looking at the other spine she held, her eyes flying back to the rows of books as she searched for where that one went.

It was nearly eleven o’clock on a Wednesday night and he’d come down looking for a new textbooks he wanted to make sure were in stock for the new semester, but nobody had been there to help him. He’d waited at the reference desk, feeling a rush of irritation when nobody came.

After five minutes, he’d stepped back there himself and found where his textbooks had been stored.

And then he’d checked the schedule.

‘Felicity Smoak - 10 p.m. to 4 a.m.’

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‘tis the season to read fanfic

Hi friends. No one asked, but I wanted to make a rec list for people settling down with some time off, and also so I could procrastinate on my finals. So here are fiftyish of my favorite Stucky fics, organized alphabetically, for your reading pleasure! I did leave out some fics that I love but are already popular enough that people know them (like Man on the Bridge, for example). I tried to tag authors who’re on Tumblr, but I’m imperfect and may’ve missed somebody. If I did, please let me know!

A

Act of Contrition by Buck_Rogers

James Barnes was gorgeous, but Steve Rogers was Catholic.

Ain’t No Grave (Can Keep My Body Down) by @spitandvinegar

It’s six in the morning, and Steve is heading out on a run when he nearly trips over a bouquet of sunflowers on the front steps of his brownstone.

For a second paranoia takes over, and he kicks the flowers a little, waiting for them to explode. They don’t. They also came with a card, which he picks up. The front of the card has a tasteful picture of the Brooklyn bridge at sunset. It’s very nice and sedate, like the kind of card you would buy to give to your boss. On the inside someone has written a short message in big, shaky block letters.

I AM SORRY FOR SHOOTING YOU.

Steve sits down hard on the steps.

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Damn, I Like You [Mark Tuan]

You sat on the kitchen counter with your head against the wall. Your eyes were closed, but his image was the only thing you could see.
You poured a bit of red wine in the glass and gulped it slowly, tasting the bittersweet flavor. The party was over, your house was a mess, food everywhere, broken glass, used condoms in the bathroom, smell of alcohol in the air.
“I won’t do this ever again.“ You muttered, benting down to pick the trash that was on the floor. You have never seen your house in such a messy state, you are a perfectionist, you like when things are in the right place.
After two hours or so, you sat down on the couch with a deep sigh. Finally everything was clean, more or less.
In the kitchen, your glass of wine was still full, so you grabbed it and sat down again, watching some cliche drama that was playing on the television.
You smiled to yourself, everything was silent and the house had a fresh smell, unlike a few hours ago. You put the glass on the table and grabbed your phone.
So, your dear bestfriend Mark is completely drunk,he is doing some embarrassing things and believe me, I don’t want to see his bare butt again.“
You blinked and read the message over and over again, it was sent by your bestfriend Minah an hour ago, but you were so busy you just saw it now.
“Damn, not again.” You whispered, with a tired sigh.
Mark left your party in a happy mood already, he drank a few beers and a huge amount of vodkas and you knew this would happen, even though you asked him to stop.

Suddenly, you heard loud bangs on your door and someone yelling your name.
Open the door, I know you are there, don’t ignore me”
When you opened the door, Mark waved and almost tripped at your feeth.
You caught him just in time. He ran to your couch and hugged your pillow.
“Sure you can come in, no need to ask.” You mumbled sarcastically, closing the door behind you.

You crossed your arms above your chest and looked at him with an eyebrow raised.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked.
“Isn’t that obvious?” You asked back.
Mark chuckled and looked at a frame of you and your siblings, before waving. His face fell, and he looked at you disappointed.
"They are not waving back at me. Why?”
You slapped your forehead. “Maybe because it’s a picture, and pictures are not supposed to move.”
“In Harry Potter they move.” Mark said with a idiot smile plastered on his face.
You sighed deeply and looked away.
“Yah, why are you acting like that? All grumpy and such? It’s because I look stupid? I mean yes I am stupid, I was dumped today and everything…..” He said, shrugging.

You immediately turned your attention at him.
“You what?”
“Hanna broke up with me, I mean why would she do that? I’m the hottest boy she ever dated, tsk, loser.”

You couldn’t help but sigh in relief, Hanna was never a good influence to him anyways.
“Why did she broke up with you?” You asked softly.
Mark shook his head while chasing your little cat around the table. 
You caught his arm and pulled him closer.
“Stop, you are making me dizzy.” You sternly said.
Mark pouted and looked at you with puppy eyes. You sighed and abruptly pushed him away.
“Look at you, you are pathetic.” You rubbed your temples and looked at how happy he looked right now, he was giggling at everything, he was fascinated by everything around him.
“I was dumped. Mark Tuan is the one that breaks up with the ladies, not the other way around. I never liked her that much though, she was just a good pair of boobs " 
You looked at the ground, your heart beating faster and faster. "You still had an interest in her so…”
Mark raised an eyebrow and approached you. “Are you, perhaps…jealous?”
You blushed and looked away. “Obviously I’m not going to have this kind of conversation with you right now.” 
“Why not?” He hiccuped.
“Forget it, I’m wasting my time.” You said, looking at him from head to toe.

He was drunk, he was sweating, his collar was rumpled, but he still looked beautiful.
You grabbed him by his arm and started to drag him upstairs.
“Are you going to give me a beer?” He asked, stumbling.
“No”.
“So, are you going to give me a massage?” He smirked.
“No.”
“Then, a kiss?”
“Definitely not.”
You opened the bathroom’s door and pushed him to the shower.
Mark yelled when he felt the cold water against his skin.
“Stay there, you need to clean your ideas.”
When you were about to leave the bathroom, you heard him sobbing.

Stage 2 of drunkenness: crying.

You sighed and softened. Slowly you turned around and approached him. You sat next to Mark, your clothes slowly getting drenched as well.
He automatically rested his head against your shoulder.
“You are so boring.” He muttered.
You chuckled and shook your head. “Better boring that drunk.”
You started to run your fingers through his wet and red hair, while looking at the ceiling.
“You probably won’t remember this tomorrow, but I am glad you decided to come to my house, even if you are in this miserable state.”
Mark chuckled and looked up at you. “I thought we could have another party, that’s why I came, but I ended up taking a cold shower instead.”
You shrugged and he laid his head on your shoulder again.
After a few minutes of talking about Hanna and how she was a bitch, you finally said the words you were dying to say.
“I like you.” You whispered.

“I like you, damn, I really like you. I have been in love with you since forever, that’s the reason why I never had a boyfriend. I was waiting for you. Now that you know this, you don’t have anymore reasons to make fun of me for never having a boyfriend before. Because I always thought you would be the first one.”
You looked down and Mark was peacefully sleeping, his hand was on top of yours and his face was burried on your neck.
You smiled sadly and rested your head against his. “I was brave enought to confess, see? Tomorrow you won’t remember anything, but I am feeling good now.” You whispered, closing your eyes as well.

Mark opened his eyes and looked around. He wasn’t in his room, he was in your room.
Slowly, he went downstairs when he felt the smell of pancakes. Every step he gave, his head seemed to burst.
You tilted your head to the side when Mark sat on the chair and leaned his head against the table.
“Good morning.” You said, smirking.
“Bad morning, damn, my head.” Mark winced, closing his eyes.
“It’s called hangover my friend.” You said, before handing him a cup of tea.
Mark sipped his tea and sighed. “So good.”
You smiled and grabbed your bag. “I will leave for a minute, grocery shopping, you know? Make yourself at home.”
You grabbed your keys, but when you were about to leave the kitchen, Mark’s voice stopped you.
“I like you too.” He said, not facing you.

You abruptly stopped and grasped your bag tightly.
“Damn, I really like you too.” He said, looking down and smiling, gripping the mug.
You smiled to yourself and turned your head to look at him.
“Mark…”
He took one giant step towards you and cupped your jaw before pressing his lips against yours.
‘Finally’ you thought.
You wrapped your arms around his waist and Mark cupped the back of your neck before slipping his tongue into your mouth. You closed your eyes, your small hands holding onto him as if he was about to disappear at any moment.
Guess this is just the beginning of something really good.

Gettin’ A Taste of Soda in the Shower ;) (Request)

A/N- Ok, this is my first smutty smutter smut. So- I ope to gog it isn’t horrible. 

Warning: S M U T. LOTS OF S M U T.


You and Soda laid on the couch, snuggled up together while you watched cartoons on TV. Ponyboy was sitting on the floor in front of you two. He was waiting for Johnny to show up, then when he’s gone, you two will have time alone to yourself.

Soda was already getting handsy. Tracing circles on your bum and pinching constantly. It’s like he hasn’t touched you in forever. You had to admit, it felt wonderful, but Pony was sitting right there so you couldn’t really make any noise.

Soda began to slide his hands up the back of your shirt, toying with the clasps on your bra. You knew what he was doing, and he thought it was pretty damn sneaky. He swiftly flicked them apart, making you jolt up with a red face. “I-I think I’m gonna go take a shower really quick. I do have work tonight.” You informed the two.

Sodapop gave a grunt, disappointingly laying back on his side. Pony only gave you a smile. “Ok, (Y/N).” He nodded to you, turning back to the television. You gave Sodapop a cheeky smirk and walked down the hall to Sodapop and Ponyboy’s room. 

Since you sometimes stayed over, you stored some of your stuff with Soda’s. You grabbed some underwear and your work outfit, dashing off to the bathroom quickly. You softly shut the door, not even locking it. You sat your things down and stripped, turning the water on.

As you stepped in, you moaned softly from the wonderful feeling of the water on your bare skin. You absolutely loved showers. They loosened you up more than any massage. 

You ran your hands through your (H/C) hair, smiling at the water that was running down your scalp. You soon flinched at the pair of arms wrapping around you. You hummed, looking over your shoulder to find your wonderful man. Sodapop.

“D’Pony leave already?” You asked, leaning back into his bare chest.

“Mhmm. Two-Bit came along with Johnny so now I definitely know we won’t be interrupted.” Soda whispered against your neck, his breath sending a cold sensation to your wet skin.

You let out a soft moan. You could tell Sodapop enjoyed that, because his lips curled into a smirk. He began to leave soft, pleasurable kisses along your neck. This time, you tried your best to hide your moans.

Sodapop quickly took notice, chuckling. He may be a big ole’ sweetheart around everyone, but when he was in the mood, he was the sexiest piece of ass you have ever even seen.

“Hey, darlin’. Why ya not moanin’ anymore? Ain’t nobody home.” He whispered in a deep, morning like voice. 

When you didn’t reply, he gave your neck a bite. You let out a pleasurable whimper, but nothing more. He noticed and bit down a bit harder, sucking as he did so. You moaned out loudly, a surprising amount of heat coming to your cheeks.

“Soda!” You cried, trying to press your legs together in attempt to show you weren’t aroused.

You moved your hands to the back of his neck, looking into his eyes with a sort of plea. He knew what you wanted, swiftly connecting your lips. The two of you moved and pressed your bodies together, almost as if you were in a dance club. Soda managed to slide his hands down to your bum, pinching here and there like he was on the couch.

You moaned against his lips. You could now feel his hardened area against your stomach. You slowly pulled back from him, looking up lustfully into his eyes. He returned the look, knowing exactly what was about to happen. 

“Eager now, aren’t we buttercup?” Soda smiled softly pecking and kissing your upper body, making you shake with delight and hug his shoulders.

He hooked his arms around your waist, hoisting you up from your feet. You instantly wrapped them around his waist, knowing the time was coming. He detached his lips from your body, moving them up to your ear.

“Get ready for a drink of this Sodapop..” He snarled playfully, pressing you down onto him.

You yelped in pain, this being the first time you two have done anything this serious. You clutched onto his body. He simply rubbed the lower half of your back, trying to calm you down. 

“Shhh… Just tell me when to go, OK?” He mumbled sweetly to you, pecking right below your ear. You nodded in reply, giving him pleasing kisses right against his collar bone.

After a few minutes of seething pain, you breathed out. “S-Soda.. Move.” You commanded.

Soda nodded in response, thrusting upward into you. You moaned out louder than you have all evening, surprising Sodapop slightly. You moved along with him, making loud slapping noises while the two of you pleased each other in the coldest, yet hottest, shower ever.

Around an hour or so, you two had finally finished, panting in Soda and Ponyboy’s shared bed. Soda had his arm wrapped around you, his quick heart beat pounding through your ears, along with your own. 

“Soda, have I ever told you how much I seriously love you?”

“And have I told you how much more I love you, (Y/N)?” He retorted, making you giggle. The two of you shared a passionate kiss, staying in the same position for quite a while.

Eventually, Ponyboy came home. The first thing he did, was go to his room to change. When he did, he saw how stained the sheets were with a dried white liquid. Pony gagged in disgust, trotting down the hall to you two.

“Next time you two get it on in the bedroom, change the damned sheets, will ya?” Pony nagged, making you and Sodapop redden completely.

“Worth it though.” Soda whispered.

Maybe just once

Request: Can you write a smut where Scott McCall walks into your room while you are getting off ? ( if you know what i mean ;) ) and it’s just a whole lot of smut. 

Warning: Smut. yeap. whole lot of smut. 


You were at lunch break with Scott and Stiles.

‘’ I mean what if she just stops needing me ?’’ Stiles asked his face full of concern.

‘’ no man ! it doesn’t work like that!’’ Scott hit his forehead hopping to get shake his brain.

‘’ I get it if she does it to herself when I’m like..not there. But what if she does it better than I do ? I mean it’s Malia. I don’t know what to expect..’’ Stiles placed his head in his hands sighing.

‘’I doubt it’s the same. Like when I do it to m-‘’ Scott was about to say but then he remembered your presence in the table and shut his mouth.

‘’ Y/N what do you think ? ‘’ Stiles asked you. He knew Scott had a crush on you and he knew how awkward this would make him feel. He also knew Scott would probably thank him when he would grow wiser and older.

You felt your cheeks turning red as you looked at Stiles and then Scott , then back at Stiles and Scott again.

‘’ I don’t know… I mean ..i’ve never actually.. tried it…um.. yeah I mean..yeah.’’ you said awkwardly and both of the boys pulled their chairs closer to the table at the same time leaning forward to stare at you.

‘’never ? not even once ?’’ Stiles asked.

‘’ I’m pretty sure never stands for not even once…’’

An tray was added to the table and you all looked up to see Liam.

‘’Hey guys ! what topic got you so focused ?’ he asked noticing how close you had all gotten to each other.

‘’Sports’’ Scott Blurred out

‘’The weather’’ you said at the same time.

‘’Female masturbation’’ Stiles said honestly causing Liam to slowly pick up his tray. Look at all three of you and run away.

———————————LATER THAT DAY—————————

You were in your room trying to decide what to wear for tonight. Scott and Stiles had promised to come over for a movie night. Well what you did not know was that Scott made Stiles suggest the movie night and then convinced him to pretend being  too sick to tag along so that the two of you would get some time to yourselves.

You had about an hour prior to their arrival. You wanted to look good but not like you had actually tried to look good.

You decided to try on a white tank top with a floral high waist comfy shorts , making it seem as if you were hanging in this around your house.

You took off your current clothes and stared at yourself in the mirror.

It was not very common for your underwear to match so the fact that today they were both black lace made you feel complete.

You let your hair out of your messy bun and started pointing out the flaws you could see on your body.

‘’If Scott doesn’t like me maybe Deucalion will’’ you said out loud .

And that’s all it took to start thinking about Scott. You wanted to trace every inch of his skin with your hands, feel his sweaty body against yours, his lips, his eyes everything on you. It didn’t take long for you to feel horny. Your lady parts were practically screaming at you.

When a thought crossed your mind. Could you do it ? I mean it wasn’t that bad was it ? For a girl to do it to herself …Malia did it. Maybe just once. But how?  You were not even sure where to begin.

‘’ Fuck it’’ you were doing this.  You caressed your neck once and stopped at your chest. You touched it softly and rubbed your nipples through the lace to get them hard. Your right hand ran down your stomach causing you to shiver from the different temperature and then you stopped at your panties.

You sighed and slowly caressed your core above your fabric, the thickness of the lace making you craving it even more. And then you lifted the fabric and

Froze. You could already feel the wetness. How where you supposed to go about with it ?

You shut your eyes, and thought of Scott. You thought of his uneven jawline down at your centre, you thought of his face as he would cum and suddenly your fingers were caressing your core in circles making you gasp and moan. You held your eyes shut pretending this was Scott’s hand and you started getting into it. You other hand made its way to your tit ,pulling the strap down, massaging it softly.

‘’ugh’’ you cried out biting your lip and sucking the inner of your cheeks. Your legs had now fully spread giving you better access but you did not yet dare to enter your fingers.

Meanwhile as Scott arrived earlier than expected  , your mother informed him you were in your room and he made his way upstairs. But he stopped as soon as noticed the door was closed.

He was about to knock and ask if he could enter when a sound prevented him from it. The sound of your heart beat rising

‘’Y/N ?’’ he questioned lightly to himself trying to think of what was happening. And then the heartbeat was accompanied with a moan. His head fell on the door and he shut his eyes.

Every cell of his body was yelling him to open the god damn door and see you. He pictured you there with flushed cheeks, naked on your bed, pleasing yourself. He felt himself getting hard at the thought and your sounds.

‘’Stiles is never gonna believe this’’ he mumbled to himself removing his head from the door and sucking a deep breath. Then he opened the door, making his presence obvious to you.

You froze. Your lips were red from all the biting, your right hand was inbetween your widely open legs, the left cup of your bra had fallen exposing one of your tits with a hard nipple, and your left hand was pressed against the headboard of your bed for support. Your hair messy from the pillows they had been previously resting on.

‘’SCOTT !’’ you exclaimed getting conscious and pulling the covers to hide yourself. You started cursing Malia and Stiles under your breath and felt the bed shifting.

‘’who were you thinking of ?’’ Scott asked swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat. The picture of you not leaving his head. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen and there was no point in even trying to hide his erection.

You lowered the covers revealing your face and your shoulders, one strap of your bra still on.

‘’Scott, I was just. Oh god. It’s just that Stiles mentioned it and I thought why not try it? and you weren’t supposed to be here so soon and don’t you have like werewolf hearing ? or good manners? To like knock ? I swear I did not mean to-you were cut off by his actions.

He moved both his hands placing them at your sides, pulling the covers away revealing your body.

‘’Y/N who were you thinking of?’’ he asked again. He wished with all his might you would say his name.

‘’I was thinking of-‘’

‘’no wait’’ he stopped you. He looked at you and shut his eyes trying to memorize the image for later.

‘’Lie to me ‘’ he said.

‘’what ?’’ you asked.

‘’say my name or lie to me , because I swear if the thought of me did not do that to you then I will hate myself forever’’ he said like a needy kid and you widened your eyes in surprise.

‘’I was’’

‘’was what ?’’

‘’thinking about you’’ you answered honestly seeing no point of return. Scott grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss., Your lips collided and readjusted against each other as he squeezed your breast. You gasped at the contact and he took the chance to slide his tongue in your mouth. The kiss made you dizzy and Scott noticed, leaning you back on the bed for balance until you were lying down and he was above you.

He pulled away.

‘’Did you get to finish ?’’ he asked. It took you a minute to realize what he meant and as soon as you did you  nodded no.

He smiled genuinely a wide happy smile.

His hand caressed your body applying a small amount of pressure until it reached your underwear. He did not bother to take it off, he just pushed them aside and you felt his hand on you. His fingers were warmer and bigger. His caressed the skin feeling it . It was pink and swallen and he took so much pride to the fact that you were thinking of him. He looked like a kid opening Christmas presents. His eyes crinkling.

Then instead of circles he started tracing patterns of 8 causing you to moan out his name. He stopped to take off his shirt and you already missed the contact.

He kissed you again and this time you could feel the warmth of his naked chest against yours. It felt safe and fullfiling, You thought your heart would break from all the beating. And as his lips moved to your neck he slided one finger into you. You arched your back at the feeing and his hand made its way beneath it, pulling you even closer. He thrusted it a few times and once he felt you were getting comfortable , he added another one repeating the actions until he had three fingers in you. Pleasure was vibrating throughout your whole body. He was fucking you with his hand and you could not take it anymore, Your head turned to one side where his muscular arm was supporting his weight.

You placed your mouth on the skin of his arm and as you felt yourself getting closer and closer you bit the skin, so as to prevent the loud moans that threatened to come. You were probably biting too hard and messing him with saliva but he did not seem to care.

He was observing your every expression increasing the speed of his fingers until he felt you clench beneath him., You came undone on  his fingers and he kept slowly thrusting them until you relaxed into him. He pressed a wet kiss on your forehead.  As you lied there staring into each other. He smiled at you and you smiled at him , leaning in to kiss one more time. Once you pulled back you chuckled.

‘’Stiles is never gonna believe this’’ You said and he smiled even wider thinking how perfect you were for him.

Sugar, Spice, and Nothing Even Remotely Nice

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6807655

Handsome Jack smelled like fresh cookies when he was in a bad mood. He had a sweet tooth, and a stressful life (not self inflicted at all, what an absurd thought) and the two mixed together to create his cooking audio broadcast.

It wasn’t very educational, but Tim preferred it to Jack’s other broadcasts.

“First thing I’m gonna do is get this bowl wet with my eggs. Yeah. Sexy.” Jack unmistakably cracked a couple eggs into a bowl and rambled on into the microphone. “Then I got all this other shit to add, like vanilla, which I am not, and this oil and bullshit that’s important but I don’t really care. Next is my dry stuff, like sugar. Of course I have sugar, because I’m baking goddamn cookies. And baking soda, because baking. Also all this flour, and I mix it all in. You gotta strong arm it, but you don’t wanna overdo it, cause it’ll taste like your underlings’ feelings. Last, just fuck it all with chocolate chips and you’re done! Bake it, blah blah. It’s delicious, cause I made it. Bye.”

Tim loved cookies. They’re fun to make, and great comfort food after he got into a shouting match with Jack, which he lost by default. Even if Tim felt he was right in thinking the workers building Opprotunity should be treated fairly and welcome to stay in the city, his view didn’t matter because he wasn’t the real Jack.

“They deserve it,” Tim had argued. “They work hard for you. I lived like they did once. Please, Jack.”

“You’re only acceptable because you’re me. Them?” Jack had scoffed. “Undesirables who don’t belong in my city. They’ll be lucky to see my vision of Pandora come to life.”

Tightness in his throat combined with a telltale moisture in his eyes made Tim drop the subject. Jack didn’t care about poor people like him. Or anyone, really. Just how he could charm the rich to get richer.

Tim stirred his wet ingredients together for his cookies, sighing. At least he was allowed this. He wished he could make significant changes to Hyperion and Jack, but he had his own life to look out for.

He froze for a moment at the sound of approaching footsteps. “Couldn’t you just leave me alone?” mumbled Tim, moodily whisking around the start of his cookies.

Jack strode into the kitchen wordlessly. This was why Tim was allowed to make cookies; Jack was also a stress baker. He got out his own bowl and measuring cups, avoiding eye contact with Tim. Part of Tim was happy. Maybe he’d made Jack feel guilty? The other part desperately wished the silence didn’t feel so heavy.

Tim tried to ignore Jack, but even with the silent treatment, Jack was hard to ignore. He was in Tim’s space and using everything he needed as well. Their fingertips brushed against each other over the sugar canister, and Tim blushed brightly, praying Jack hadn’t noticed.

Jack absolutely noticed.

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There’s Nothing Sexy About Meiosis (part 1)

makapedia said:you should write “i fainted during the dissection and you’re the one who caught me” au for soma. you know who faints.

Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you look at it, I am a huge science nerd and this prompt was made for me. I may have turned this into a multi-chapter lab partners au incorporating some other prompts because I am very passionate about chemistry and proper titration procedure. 

Thanks to redphlox and professor-maka for looking this over!


Lab I: Determining The Molarity of Acetic Acid Using A Standardized Solution of Sodium Hydroxide

Maka is furious about the concept of general education science classes, especially the blasphemy that is ‘mixed sciences 101.’ It doesn’t even fall under a normal department like any respectable class should. She’s already taken advanced placement chemistry in her high school – and has the transfer credit to prove it – so this freshmen lab requirement would be a joke. Of course, she’ll still try her hardest to get an A, and there is no way her dopey eyed stoner kid of a lab partner is going to get in her way.

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Part IV

{Jungkook One Shot Series}
*Read previous parts before reading this*


You wake up to the aroma of noodles. That was one of the best naps you had taken, and hopefully you didn’t knock out for too long. You take note that it’s still snowing outside and you’re covered with blankets. You’re on a couch and….

Oh! I’m at Jungkook’s house!

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Tonight Looks Good On You

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Tonight Looks Good On You

I just thought of another story idea, tonight looks good on you by Jason Aldean dean x reader

Authors Note: So OMG WOW! I have never heard of Jason Aldean before (Brings hands up to hide my face) His voice is amazing. I absolutely love this song. I am a huge fan of Tim McGraw and Clint Black. This guy WOW. Hope you enjoy it.*Just realised I forgot to put in the title*

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    I watched as she came out of the bathroom ready to interview the victim. She was in a typical FBI get up and damn it looked good. The way the skirt hugged her hips, moving down to just above her knees, her shirt tucked in her black bra just peeking through. She pulled her jacket on and did up the button just under her bust. Her hair pulled back into a ponytail off her face. I had to bit my lip and turn away to stop from taking her then and there.
    She drove me wild, always has. The difference is now we were together, so I got to have her. I got to taste her. I watched as she lent down pulling on her heels. I doubted there was an outfit on Earth that could make this woman look anything less than sexy.
     It didn’t matter if she was in her FBI suit, hunting gear, sweats or even just a sheet. Everything she wore always looked so damn amazing. She looked so damn amazing.
     I smiled at the extra height her shoes gave her, I leant down, although not as far as normal and kissed her.
     ‘Ready?’ I mumbled, savouring her taste. The vanilla lipgloss. I breathed in her scent, strawberry shampoo and jasmine body wash.
     ‘Yep, I’ll give Sam a call on the way see how he faired. But I’m pretty sure it’s a bogus hunt,’ she smiled.
     After talking to the victims, Y/N proved to be right. It was nothing more than bad luck. There was no ghost, no case. We were now in Greenville, Alabama with nothing to do.
     We got back to the motel and Y/N changed, I couldn’t help but smile as she released her hair from it’s ponytail, I watched as she changed into a loose summer dress, Jesus it really didn’t matter what she wore. I felt that desire I always did when she walked in. The dress flowed from her waist to her knees.
     ‘So what’s the plan? It’s a bust. Sam’s meeting up with some friend. Are you planning on a bar visit? Movie? Dinner?’ she smiled at me.
     I felt my heart speed up at her smile. It had been a while since we had done anything. I grabbed pulling her into my arms. I kissed her savouring the moment.
    ‘C’mon.’
    I pulled her into the impala and drove off to get some dinner before heading out.
     ‘Where are we going?’ she laughed.
     ‘No idea,’ I laughed back. I eventually pulled over near a secluded area and found a blanket in the trunk.
      We sat down watching the sunset eating dinner. I watched as the breeze picked up and blew strands of hair into her face. I smiled, and shifted them before kissing her again. I watched as she laughed and smiled as we joked. These nights suited her, carefree, happy, relaxed. They softened her features slighting, made her eyes shine that bit more, her smile all the more brighter and wider.
    ‘Have I ever told you just how gorgeous you are?’ I asked her.
     I watched as she blushed, the pink/red colour rising up her cheeks, the smile she tried to hide. The sunset some more and a soft glow formed around her, it was almost like one of those photo shoots you see, such a picture perfect moment. She was perfect. We didn’t get these moments often. Between hunting and research it was hard to come by. It probably didn’t help that I wasn’t much of a chick flick/romance and flowers type person. But with her I wanted to be. With her these moments felt right, they felt normal and yet also felt addictive. I craved it, the look of her eyes, her face. These moments suited her, right down to the southern sky.
     Y/N shifted and laid down her head in my lap, and continued to talk and joke. I thought back to the first time I saw her; it was at a bar in Texas. She had been in jeans and a tank. I couldn’t help but smile as I recalled the shy way she looked at me, how uncertain she was when I hit on her. How she had turned me down. How in that moment I decided I would do what it took to be with her. I remembered how we had ran into each other a couple of months later at a party for a friend, then again on a hunt. I hadn’t even realised that she was a hunter until then. And damn did she make carrying a gun one of the hottest things I have ever seen. I smiled at the first time I had seen her in a formal dress, I rang her and roped her in to assist in a hunt that involved going undercover at some fancy dinner. She was so nervous about the dress she was wearing. I remember how I had to fight ever urge not to rip it off her. I thought back to not long after she had shifted into the bunker a fire had gutted her apartment so we offered her a room. I remember how at home she looked, how much our place suited her. I had found her in the library sitting crossed legged on the floor, laptop in front of her, coffee in her hands, books spread out around her. Her hair was up in a messy bun, loos strands falling in her face, her yoga pants covering her legs and the oversize sweater falling off her shoulder revealing her hot pink bra strap. Cozy had never looked so sexy. That was the first time I kissed her, first time I slept with her. Right there against the bookshelves. Even now I watch as a blush spreads lightly across her face when I catch her looking at them or passing them by.
     I watched as her eyes lit up and she smiled at some dumb joke I made and how if on cue a falling star fell from the sky, I wished in that moment that our lives could stay this way forever. That tonight’s look would last a lifetime. Because damn it looked good on her.
    She sat up then facing me, smiling that relaxed happy smile.
    ‘I love you,’ she spoke softly.
    ‘I love you too, more than you know,’ I murmured back as I kissed her. Laying her down on the blanket. ‘Suit’s you,’ I muttered into her neck.’
      ‘What does?’ she chuckled, her fingers running through my hair.
      ‘Tonight, this, everything. You just look amazing.’ I kissed her again, showing her just how amazing she was.

The Middle Sister Part 2 (JaredLeto!Joker Imagine)

Part 1


When I had started washing the floor of the apartment I had threw a quick glance over the man and he was done eating, just staring to a certain point on the wall in front of him. At the time I was done cleaning I looked at him again to find he had fallen asleep in the uncomfortable couch. My eyes darted towards the watch again and then released a tired sigh. I walked to the bathroom to take a deserved shower. The warm of the water, the delicious aroma of the soap and conditioner mixed with the smell of the cleaning products I used on the apartment relaxed me. Once changed in fresh and tight clothes for my job I walked to the kitchen again to make myself something to eat before going to work.

When I sitted with a soup in my hands I saw Mr J was awake and in complete silence.

—Uhm, do you need something Mr. J?

He turned slowly his head and observed me making me feel uncomfortable. He seemed in pain.

—Where am I?

—Well I’m Harleen’ sister, your doctor—Doc Quinzel.—Exactly. And you’re in my home. She brought you here cause the other docs were giving you electricity shocks and a patient beated you up, the guards doing nothing to help you… Or at least that’s what she told me. Is —I looked the hour again— 7:37pm she should be here in a few moments to take care of you while I work. Do you want something to eat?

He just remained silent staring at nothing again and thinking. Ten minutes later I was ready to go but I was pacing around waiting for Harley, getting impatient. The door opened and I immediately turned to it.

—Harley! I’m going to be late! My boss is going to give me bullshit again! —I was tired and I still had to attend a bar and take the disgusting words and looks from customers for three hours before going to bed so you could say she wasn’t cooperating.

—I know I know I’m sorry! You can go now I’ll take care of him.

—Okay, he didn’t eat dinner yet. Gotta go, bye.

-x-

I was finally walking out of the bar with my heels claking on the ground when I felt a stinging pain on my ass. I suddenly turned around like a furious lion ready to attack the asshole.

—Damn darlin’ I’ve never seen an ass like that [[the way you shake it, I can’t believe it🎶 sorry I had to]] —the guy’s eyes kept watching every curve of my body.

—Who the fuck do you think you are asshole?! —I was infuriated getting closer to the guy.

—Ha! Feis—I slapped his cheek the hardest I could and quickly turned around not wanting to waste the little energy left in my body.

Walking up the streets of Gotham I finally made it to my appartment after fifteen minutes. I tiredly opened my door and dropped my bag to the ground. In contrast with earlier that day, the clean place wasn’t comforting anymore, not enough for my exahustion.

I looked at the couch to find Harley fast asleep. Hu… what a babysitter Harls. I looked around for Mr. J but he wasn’t in the common area. I cautionsly walked to my bedroom where a dim light was seen. I peeked trough the ajar door. He was asleep as well though he was in a weird position like he it hadn’t been his intention to fall asleep there. I heavely sighed. I wanted to sleep forever and I didn’t have a place to. In my fucking house. Fuck Harley this is your fault… And mine for helpping you.

I returned to the kitchen to grab some snacks. I opened the potato chips bag and sitted on a chair so I could take my heels off, releasing a sigh of pleasure as I did. Around five minutes of eating and trying to maintain my eyelids open I heard footsteps behind me and I quickly turned my head to find the man with a sleepy face.

—Sorreh I fell asleep on your bed. —his voice was like the hottest thing ever given he had just woke up, it was raspy and so damn sexy. Can’t blame tho I hadn’t been with a person of my opposite sex in years. Literally.

—'kay don’t worry —I yawned as I rubbed my eyes.

—Go to bed darlin’ you look tired than a one legged chicken in a butt kickin’ contest. —even I didn’t understand how with all my fatigue I still had energy to laugh at his words. And I really laughed. I hadn’t had a laugh in so long…

—I’m sorry it’s just —another bundle of giggles managed to escape my lungs— I hadn’t laughed in a long time. —I smiled and looked at him. The smile he was wearing was calm, warm and comforting…? Like if he was a proud father watching his son make a goal.

—Well it’s always a pleasure to make people laugh, isn’t it?

—I guess so…

-x-

It was saturday already, it’s been two days since Harls brought Mr. J and things were getting somewhat better. At least what refered to them… Harley said in Arkham nobody suspected anything, the news said Batman was at the hunt of the Joker again and Mr. J was healing succesfully. I on the other hand, still worked my ass off and lived in misery… except for those little moments with J. Since that day he made me laugh he seemed to love my laugh or the feeling he got making me. So he looked forward to have opportunities to get laughs out of me.

I had cleaned a lil bit the appartment and now was cooking some homemade spaghettis. My hands kneaded the dough as I hummed a song inside my head. I jumped in my place at the feeling of two manly hands wrapping sweetly around my waist. I looked back over my shoulder and smiled at the sight of a now very familiar green hair and tattooed face which already had an smirk too.

—Mmmmmmhm… mornin’ Miss Quinzel… —did I mention his voice totally turned me on right?

I released a small burst of laughter that I couldn’t hold as my eyes looked up at the watch hanging on the wall. —Good noon I would say, Mister…

—I must say though I had never been in a place with this… —I knew what he thought of my house, I thought the same but what else could I do? — features, I had never felt so comfortable to sleep all day. You have to know Miss, I have never been a man of sleeping my mornings away. I just feel very well welcomed here. And the company… Oh Miss the company has never been so good. —He smiled as he slid the back of his right hand from my head to my shoulder.

His words always got to me. He was so experienced with everything, he knew the exact right words to say at everytime and to everyone! How does a person do that? Besides he knew how to get inside my head, he read me like an open book, not that I cared, just nobody had ever been interested in it. I wasn’t the kind of woman a man would be into. I was boring, or I would always be busy taking care of my family, or my own self. I never stopped working, time was something I lacked along with money. Even in my teenage years boys weren’t something I could permit me enjoy. Of course one than other time I took my stress out with some stranger and then back to normal but that was the farther I had reached. Relationships weren’t something I had space in my life for.

Maybe I could have some fun with him before he leaves, right?

—Well I think you, Mister, being an ex convict, the most terrifying psycothic criminal and a millionare man… you sure had a few interesting ladies by your side…?

A weird small laugh escaped his mouth and then looked into my eyes —And in my bed too, Miss Quinzel, but that doesn’t take away what I said before. Such a beautiful gem waiting to be discovered and polished —he took a strand of my hair and pulled it behind my ear. —hard-working all day to maintain herself all by her own, and still willing to help her little sister to give asylum to a murderer —a beautiful smile appeared on his face again. —You’re the kind of women every man should have waiting at home. —he was bowing as he took my right hand and kissed my knucles.

-x-

—This is the last time I call for you! Go to that table and do your fuckin’ job right now! —I closed my eyes and deep breathed as I dryed my hands on my apron. I walked to the table filled with a new group of disgusting perverts customers. I had refused a few times to attend them because I knew they would try everything but my boss wasn’t having it.

I had been two seconds next to their table when I felt a filthy hand running up my thigh till my buttock. I looked deadly in the eyes to the guy to my right and slapped his hand off. I was about to shout at him but my name being called by my boss stopped me making me look at him instead. I was the one receiving a warning look now.

After two long hours of holding my anger and letting strangers touch my body against my own will I took my apron off and got ready to go home. I released a frustrated sigh as I lit a cigarette. A few tears ran down my cheeks. Once I was at my door I was more calm and composed. I was used to Mr. J and Harley’s company by now. But sometimes I wished I had my own house empty so I could relax and do wahtever I wanted.

That night tho I couldn’t see any of them. I walked to the table and opened a piece of paper with Harley’s handwritting.

“I had to go early today, Dr. Carlson will have a meeting with me tomorrow. Sorry.” A black little heart was under along with H.Q. Sure Harls, is not like you had brought a psycho murderer to my apartment. I left the paper back on the table and went in search for Mr. J. My feet carried me in direction of my room where I supposed was the manI was looking for. I stopped midway turning around to look at the bathroom door closed. Noises were heard inside. I knocked and I was greeted with the white door opening, revealing a shirtless man. A shirtless beautiful perfectly toned tattooed man. I kind of fell under a shock. I couldn’t move and my eyes wouldn’t blink. I felt a breath catch in my throat. Two glorious seconds passed untill I recovered.

—Uh uhm sorry. Didn’t know you were like… this.

Mr. J leaned against the door frame and stared intensely at me. Then a not so common smile appeared on his face.

—Well what do I have here?

I didn’t know what to say I was speechless. His right hand grabbed a strand of hair out of my face. His gaze felt so powerful, magnetic even. I was so deep into his baby blue eyes, they scared me to death. You could see the dementia inside them. But also I had never felt more dragged to something than at that exact moment, as a black hole in the galaxy devouring everything at his touch. A sigh left my body.

—Di-did Harley take care of you? Did you eat? —I thought swimming away from that black hole was the best thing I could do. His smile grew wider.

—Curious, ya know? How two persons whose same blood runs in their veins can be so alike and different at the same time. I looove genetic. Don’t ya? All the myterious and amazing things nature is capable of… —he looked up and then at me again, his smile never fading.

—Wha-what do you mean? Harley and I are very different.

—Oh no, my sweet darling… You can have a dirtier blonde, or be taller than her. But I can see past that. You both care for the lost cases, the humanity inside of you is the same. The affection in your eyes…

-x-

It’s been two months since the Joker told Harley and I that his men would come to pick him up. He had said he was very thankful for erything we have done for him and went away, like if nothing ever happened. Harley was kinda attached to him. She was her doctor, she wanted to keep treating him. Sometimes she could be very oblivious. Of course he wouldn’t be back to sessions and psychological treatments. He couldn’t be cured, but I wouldn’t be the one ruining my little sister delusions.

My life went back to normal too. Just working my ass of, paying taxes, the rent, you know… struggling to survive. Each day that passed was harder and harder to maintain myself from punching customers. Thing is I couldn’t give myself the pleasure of losing one of my jobs.

So here I was, taking orders and feeling miserable. I leaned to clean a table when I felt a hand go up and down my thigh, but this one just went a hell lot more over the limits, touching my pussy. I snapped and pushed the guy backwards. He was sitting on a chair so he stumbled over it almost fallilng on the floor with chair and all.

—HEY! What the fuck do you think you’re doing asshole! You can’t touch me, dick!

Before I could hear my boss shouts the lights went off for solids three seconds where everyone kept silence, the music stopped and not a muscle was moved, wondering what was happening. I felt another hand grab my left wrist and pull me down to the ground, almost at the same time shooting took over the place. Screams, glasses being broken, cries and panic floated in the air. My heart beated so hard. Lights came back as the shooting mess continued. I looked at who had grabbed me and I saw a suited man with beard.

—Name’s Frost, Mr. J’s principal henchman. Nice to meet you Miss Quinzel. —I raised an eyebrow and looked at him completely and utterly confused. A bullet skimmed next to my head and I bent down even more. After two minutes the guns stopped and everything was quiet except for a peculiar maniac laugh raising up.

I slowly stood up, feeling Frost doing the same behind me, looking startled at the mess of the bar. Dead bodies spilling rivers of blood, broken pieces of glass everywhere, tables and stools with holes, and some people alive, scared to death. I looked over till I found him. He was dressing a black suit, a white dress shirt and he carried a white flower in his pocket that matched perfectly his white gloves. His always so green hair perfeclty styled backwards giving him that essential look so polite and educated. Those dangerous eyes found mines and a crazy expression appeared on his face.

—Time to go baby, Daddy has come to save you.


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