everyone is more attractive with glasses

Glasses Wearing Guys in Manga

I didn’t include any manga that i’ve already watched an anime for and most if not all are main characters. 


Suzuki, Yori (Ano ko no, toriko.): I don’t want to talk about how hard it was to find a decent picture of him with his glasses on. Doesn’t always wear them… one of those situations where he’s more attractive without his glasses to everyone… bleh

Hara, Youichi (Bread & Butter): An older man for you all.

Kurosawa, Ayumu (Dame na Watashi ni Koishite Kudasai): An older hottie ex delinquent type with a cold personality. 

Shishio, Satsuki (Daytime shooting star): Sadly he doesn’t wear them all the time… but he looks good with or without them!

Endou (Endou-kun no Kansatsu Nikki): Shounen ai in case you all get interested in the picture but you aren’t interested in reading that genre!

Ojiro, Kazuma (Faster than a Kiss): Almost every time there’s a student teacher relationship in Shoujo the Teacher wears glasses. I wonder if it’s a rule of the genre…

Sakaki, Momo (Fukumenkei Noise): Rude.

Mineta, Kiyoshiro (Haru x Kiyo): I want this manga to be updated already…

Shinguuji (Hetamen)

Kawasumi, Kouha (Hibi Chouchou): What a freaking cutie!

Sakurai, Haruka (Kinkyori Renai)

Kikuchi Hideo (Paradise View): Yaoi though…

Hoshino, Kaoru (Yozora no Sumikko de,): Shounen ai though…


Originally posted by sonsuzluga-nokta

You were in the process of locking up when a man in a dark coat and hat covering his eyes ran down the street in the rain, making it harder to recognize who it was. In the time it took you to close the door, the mystery man had made it to you, putting his hand out to stop you from closing it. A girl like you being approached by a man in a town like Birmingham wasn’t a good situation, but for some reason you weren’t scared. A little smile spread across your face as you looked at the man whose chest was rising and falling rhythmically, but you tried to hide it just as quickly.

“Tommy, you know we’re closed.” You say, shaking your head. He took his hat off, wringing it in his hands as you moved the slightest bit to let him in.

“Then why are you still here, hmm?” He questioned as you locked up behind him. He wandered over to the bar, placing his dripping hat on the counter, waiting for a response. You walked behind the bar, glaring at the new wet spot his hat had left. You glared at him until he picked it up so you could wipe the bar down and when you didn’t respond his voice filled the air again. “You knew I would show, didn’t you?”

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anonymous asked:

Headcanons for the boys and their s/o's meet-cute? I'm craving some fluffy first meetings!

The chocobros’ first meetings with their shy and short S/O (who is from the real world and finds herself in the world of Final Fantasy XV).

Man I love when I get to kill two birds with one stone. Nonny 1 and Nonny 2, I’ve got you both covered! I’m doing mini scenarios for this one, too, because it’s easier to tell a story that way. They’ll still be pretty long, so don’t worry! Side note that my headcanons are gender-neutral whenever possible, so the S/O will be called “them” instead of “her”.

Noctis met you at a rest stop. He isn’t one to initiate conversation, but you definitely caught him staring at you on more than one occasion. He knew he was caught when he noticed you blush and look away–then take a look back at him. Gladiolus also noticed the interaction: “Better go talk to them,” he told the prince, grinning from ear to ear like the smug bastard that Noctis immediately assures him that he is. They argue and you stick around to watch because, well, two guys going at it in the middle of a convenience store is kind of hilarious. Gladio asks if you’ve ever seen a prince so bratty, and you had no idea that Noctis was the Noctis. The more flustered you get, the more flustered Noctis gets, and Gladio decides that you two should get acquainted. 

Ignis was shopping for ingredients in Lestallum’s market when he moves his arm in such a way that he almost wacks you in the head, prompting you to duck out of his way and force his attention on you–not exactly what you wanted, but okay, cool, you can roll with it. “I’m very sorry,” he apologizes, readjusting his glasses even though you thoughts that they looked perfectly fine on his face. “Am I in your way?” You kind of forget how to speak because this stranger is talking to you. He looks your age, but he’s wildly attractive and dressed very formally, so you’re even more nervous than you naturally would be, but somehow, by some miracle of the Six, an introduction slips out of your mouth. He’s taken aback, and he finds you rather charming, so you spend the rest of your time at the market together.

Gladiolus is taller than everyone, so he’s pretty used to just about anything that comes at him. It’s you who isn’t used to this; your nose is right in front of his bare chest gods damn it and it’s kind of freaking you out–oh, Six, is he talking to you? He’s a friendly guy, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he made conversation while waiting in line at a store or sitting at the counter in the diner. You stumble right over your words, blush, and are definitely making a fool of yourself, but he’s still talking to you. He’s even smiling at you. Something about him, in spite of his incredible stature, is so calming and welcoming, so bright and friendly, that you slowly start to feel yourself relax. And when you start to open up a little more to him? He gets nervous because you’re so genuine with him, and he finds himself trusting you way more easily than he usually trusts others.

Prompto is our most extroverted guy here, but that’s a lot of learned behavior. On the inside, he’s constantly doubting himself and worrying about how others see him. So, when you meet in Galdin Quay, he’s worried that your shyness means that he’s doing something wrong–until he makes a particularly dumb joke and you crack a smile. He even thinks you’re laughing. And that makes him blush as red as a tomato and laugh: a sound so nervous and awkward that he even judges himself. But he decides to go with it, playing into whatever made you laugh to see if he can do it again, and he does. Prompto makes friends by being bright and joyful, and you expressing that gives him a major confidence boost, if only enough of a boost to keep talking to you and ask for some way to keep talking to you after you part ways.

Chapter Two:Unexpected kiss

It’s been three days since Kells has been back in Cleveland. We’ve done absolutely nothing apart from laze around in ours sweats. However, we have watched everything on Netflix and smoked hella weed in those three days, so that’s quite an achievement! It was 10am when I woke up, Kells was still asleep. He looked so peaceful, one arm raised and under his head, his blonde hair covering his face and his mouth slightly open. I didn’t want to wake him so I carefully crept out of the bed and in to see my sister.

“Morning (Y/N)” she mumbled as soon as I opened the door. She was laying in her bed playing on her phone, probably hungover from being out last night with her girls.

“Morning (Y/S/N) happy birthday!” I leant over, kissed her head and handed her a little gift box along with a card.

“Aww thanks! Are you and K coming tonight? We’re going to that cute cocktail bar downtown.” She sat up in the bed and yawned. She definitely went out drinking last night, I could still smell the alcohol on her and let’s face it, she didn’t look great!                                                                                                                                                            

“Sure” I sat down on the side of her bed. “I definitely will, I dunno about Kells though. I’ll ask him when he wakes up.”

“Did he stay here again?!” she asked, I knew exactly what she was gonna say next so I breathed in deeply to brace myself for it… “You two need to hurry up and get together already, jeez.” She laid back down in the bed and sighed.

“Shut up (Y/S/N), he’s my best friend.” I raised my eyebrows like I was disgusted.

“We all know you like him, I think you’re the only one who hasn’t figured it out yet!” she rolled her eyes at me.

“He could legit have any girl he wanted… no, he does get any girl he wants. He’s not gonna settle for me, he doesn’t like me in that way anyway”

“I guess we’ll just find out tonight!” She smiled at me.

“Find out what tonight?!”

“You’ll find out” She rolled over and obviously didn’t want to talk anymore, so I went back to my room to see if K was up yet.

“Good morning sleeping beauty, you are awake” You joked.

“Morning” He sat up in the bed and stretched; his black vest rising up, revealing the ‘V’ line I’d always been attracted to and the XXX tattoo on his lower stomach. His voice always sounded so raspy in the morning, it was sexy. I found myself staring at him for a couple seconds, I was beginning to look at him in a different way. I didn’t realize how beautiful he was.


I was ready to go to the cocktail bar with (Y/S/N) and her friends. I wore a black crop top that revealed my left tattoo sleeve and navel piercing, a pair of black, ripped jeans and a red plaid shirt tied around my waist. I thought I would just go casual, plus I never really was a high-heels and glitter sort of girl. I was just doing some last minute makeup touch-ups in the mirror, when Kells came down the stairs. He put both hands on my shoulders while peering over me looking at his own reflection in the mirror. He smelled so good, he always did. He almost took as long as I did to get ready though! He was wearing black, ripped jeans also, with a white t-shirt, leather jacket and of course an EST bandana wrapped around his head.

“Fuck (Y/N)!“ He said, his mouth dropped open.

“What? Should I change?” I looked down at myself, I started to become anxious and paranoid. “It’s too casual isn’t it?”

I could see his eyes dancing around my body and he took a few seconds to respond. “No, you look amazing, seriously! You ready to go?” I had seen him bite his bottom lip out of the corner of my eye but I didn’t mention anything.

“Sure” I replied.

In the taxi on the way to the bar, he was telling me about his day. He had a daddy/daughter date with Casie, they went to the zoo and painted pictures together. He then met up with his boys and chilled. When we pulled up outside the bar, Kells got out of the cab and walked around to my side and opened the door.

“Thank-you sir!” I joked and he held out his arm as if I was to cross arms with him.

When we got to the bar, (Y/S/N) and all her friends were in a VIP booth. We walked over linking arms, both of us holding a drink. “How are you in the VIP section?” I asked my sister. I was a bit confused, you had to be a ‘somebody’ to get into those. But when I looked over to Kells, he was smirking as if he had something to do with it. “You did this!” I playfully punched him in the arm “Great, boost her ego even more!” I laughed sarcastically.

“Fuck it, it’s her birthday… and you’re only 22 once, right? Let’s get fucked up!” He raised a glass of whisky and everyone cheered.

As the night went on, the drinks were going down easier and so much quicker. I was really drunk by this point. K hadn’t left my side most of the night and I felt myself becoming more attached and attracted to him. He kept catching me staring at him, but when we caught eye contact I would quickly look away. We kept exchanging contact and flirty comments here and there.
I was on the dancefloor with my sister when Kells came over with a drink for me and then grabbed me by my free hand and took me outside. He was sticking two fingers up at me signaling we were going for a joint. We went across the road and sat on a wall while he skinned up.

“You having a good night?” he pulled his weed and rolling papers from his pockets.

“Yeah, are you? (Y/S/N) is too, she’s wasted!” I replied, swaying whilst sitting on the wall.

“Good! It’s her birthday. And yeah, especially now I can get a breather with my girl, it’s so hot in there!” He took off his leather jacket and put it around my shoulders.

“Your girl?” I looked at him confused.

“Yeah, you’re my best friend right?” He was still rolling and didn’t look up from what he was doing.

“Oh” I fake laughed, how embarrassing… ”Yeah, right.” I felt my face blush slightly but was thankful he was concentrating on rolling and he didn’t see it.

“I mean, I spoke to (Y/S/N) earlier and she told me that you were into me?” He questioned. “But you didn’t want to ruin our friendship. That true?” My eyes instantly widened. “I mean I always thought we had something between us, but I didn’t wanna lose you either. Y’know?” He laughed and sparked up the joint, still not connecting his eyes with mine. He actually seemed shy and I’ve never seen him like this.

I sat on the wall speechless, why would (Y/S/N) tell K this? For one, I never said that to her and two, he just told me he’s into me?! What the fuck?!

“Can I just see something, real quick?” He asked.

“Sure, what’s wrong?” K pulled me up off of the wall and set his joint down.

We were now standing in front of each other. He was towering over me with his arms around me, I wasn’t quite sure what to do with mine so I just put them on his waist. I felt warm and safe. I felt like I’d been waiting for this moment all night. He leaned down to kiss me… “What are you doing?” I asked and jolted my head back.

“Shh.” He put his index finger over my mouth, then moved it and rested his hand on my cheek. He just held me like this for a few seconds. His eyes dancing all over my face like he had done earlier and like he’d been doing all night. He then focused on my mouth, biting his own lip first for the second time tonight. Before I knew it, his lips had crashed against mine. I put my hands on his chest, my brain was telling me to push him away, but my heart was telling me to pull him in closer. It actually felt right. I had this rush of excitement throughout my body and my legs became weak at his touch. We continued kissing for a few minutes longer, his jacket fell from my shoulders which startled him to break away. He had smudged my lipstick so he gently wiped it away with his thumb. Still holding my face, he looked at me in the eyes and smiled.

Usually- Peter Hale

Day 20 of the 25 Days of Fics!

You usually hated parties, but New Year’s Eve parties were by far the worst. Everyone was buzzed the moment they arrived at the party, and only got worse. Every single person you ran into asked what your resolution was, and then drunkenly told you that theirs was to work out.

You didn’t know why you let your friend, Derek, convince you to come to the party. Usually, you spent New Year’s Eve in your apartment with a bottle of wine, and were in bed by ten at the latest. Every single member of Derek’s pack had already come up and tried to get you to either take a shot or dance. You didn’t need any help getting drunk. You had nearly down two bottles of wine before you came over to the Hale’s apartment.

You referred to it as the Hale’s apartment, and not Derek’s apartment because he lived here with his uncle, Peter, but you had never seen him. However, every one seemed to turn up their nose when he was mention, or not mention him at all. In all honesty, you were jealous of the fact that no one missed him. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Derek said, walking up towards you. You raised your eyebrows in greeting as you took a drink from your cold glass. 


“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked. You forced a smile and he chuckled just slightly. “Well I’m glad you actually came, unlike my uncle Peter. I asked him to come down, but he’s locked himself in his bedroom.”

“Ah, to be Peter,” you said, clinking your glass against Derek’s. He laughed and took a drink of his as someone cleared their throat from behind you both. You turned around slightly, and saw a man older than Derek standing behind you with a disapproving look on his face. 

“Who’s talking about me?” he asked, grabbing a beer off of the table, walking so that he was standing in between you and Derek.

“We are,” Derek said plainly.

“Well, I see you have the privilege of knowing my name, but I don’t know yours,” he said, holding out his hand. You took it reluctantly.


“Oh, right. Derek talks about you all the time.” You smiled and Derek rolled his eyes. 

“I’ll leave you two to get acquainted,” Derek said, walking away. You laughed and downed the rest of your drink. If there was something you hated more than parties, meeting new people was definitely one of them.

“I thought you were staying up in your room,” you said. He raised an eyebrow at you and you blushed. Derek had failed to mention how incredibly hot his uncle was. He did say that he was manipulative and diabolical, but you were sure that was just artistic exaggeration. 

“Well, I would have, but it’s nearly midnight.”

“Oh, so you’ve come down here to watch the masses freak out for a few minutes, and then go back to their regular drunk selves they were last year?” He chuckled and nodded.

“Precisely. I would have been down earlier but Derek didn’t say there would be any gorgeous women down here.” He looked you up and down as he said that, and usually that would make you sick. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the New Year’s buzz, but the way he was looking at you actually made you feel more attracted to him.

“Well, if we’re going to watch everyone else make one, I should ask you. What’s your New Year’s resolution?”

“Hmm,” Peter said, tilting his head. He thought about it for a moment before the idea came to him and he held out a hand as if he was about to proclaim, ‘Ureka!’

“What?” you asked.

“My resolution is to never come to one of my nephew’s parties again.” You smirked. 

“I’ll drink to that,” you said, knocking your glass against his bottle. You both took a healthy swig, still surveying the room.

“Alright, I showed you mine, now show me yours,” he said. Looking up at him bewildered, Peter laughed. “Tell me your resolution.

“Oh, well, I usually don’t tell people what my actual one is.”

“Wait,” he said, leaning against the bar casually. “You’re telling me that you actually make a resolution.”

“Hey, I’m against stupid partying and listening to everyone bitch about how they’re gonna become new people, but I’m all for renewing yourself.”

“I’m not sure I see the difference, but spill,” he said.

“Why should I tell you what my actual one is?”

“Because I’m the only other person here who agrees with your beliefs. And you’re bored,” he said with a shrug. You chuckled and nodded in agreement.

“Fine. Well, I’ve been telling people that I’m finally going to pursue my career becoming a professional ceramic artist.” Peter laughed and squinted up his eyes in such a cute way that you forgot what you were telling him. “But my real resolution is to leave this town.”

“Really?” Peter asked, looking at you in shock. “Why?”

“There’s nothing left for me in this town,” you said with a shrug.

“That’s not necessarily true,” he muttered. You smiled again and took another drink. Usually when you talked to someone you didn’t know very well, you took a drink nearly every minute. But with Peter, you found yourself taking less and less drinks. As you took your drink, though, you watched as everyone started crowding around the t.v. Looking down at your watch, you saw that it was two minutes from midnight.

“Here we go,” you said. Peter chuckled. 

“Oh this is my favorite part,” he said, leaning in closer so that your shoulders were touching. “Watch. If you look around the room, you’ll watch everyone look for their designated kissing partner.” Laughing, you looked around and watched everyone glance around the room nervously until their eyes locked with their person. 

“Very perceptive.” He smirked and you noticed that you were still touching shoulders. Looking for a little bit more courage, you finished the rest of your drink. “So where’s your designated kissing partner?” you asked. He looked down at you and you could have sworn you saw him smile slightly.

“I never have one.”

“Usually, I don’t either. But we’re both here and I’m a little drunk. So,” you said, taking a deep breath as Peter watched you with a crooked grin. “Do you want to make out with me in thirty five seconds?” Peter laughed.

“Very much.” He set down his beer and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, making you laugh. You sat down your glass, too and looked over at the t.v. and saw everyone starting to countdown.

“Usually I don’t count down either,” you said as Peter took one of your hands in his.

“Me either,” he said. 

“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one,” you chanted together, drawing closer at every number until your lips finally connected. You couldn’t tell yet if the alcohol had anything to do with it, but the instant your lips connected you felt a spark between you and Peter. You could have sworn that Peter felt it too because he moaned a little at the exact moment and pulled you in closer. His hands started moving through your locks of hair as he backed you up a little. Luckily, everyone else was still kissing so they didn’t see you walk towards the stairs.

“I don’t usually do this,” he said, stopping just before the stairs.

“Me either,” you said. He let out a breath and leaned in to kiss you once more. You took his hand in yours and led him upstairs. You knew where Derek’s room was, so you assumed the other one was Peter’s. Pushing open the door, you walked over to the bed and fell down on it with him. “Well, new year, new me, right?”

“Absolutely,” he said, kissing you passionately as cheering continued from downstairs.

Cameron Dallas - Photoshoot (smut)

Request:  can you do a Cameron smut? 💓

Okay, so it is my first smut ever written in english, I hope I didn’t mess it up, if you like it I can write more in the future!


I was sitting on a couch, watching Cameron doing his photoshoot. He looked so damn sexy in his outfit, and he was just like a real model.

He promised me to take me out after the shooting, so now I was just waiting for him to finish it all, but I couldn’t get enough of him, he was the most attractive man alive.

“Okay, everyone, twenty minutes break, then we take the ones with the glasses on!” someone shouted and everyone scattered.

I followed Cam into his dressing room, where he had to change his outfit.

“How long do we have to be here?” I whined sitting down on a chair as Cam was getting his clothes off.

“I’m sorry baby, I know it’s boring for you” he looked at me apologizing. Now he was only in his boxers and I felt myself getting frustrated.

“It’s not the problem” I mumbled trying to concentrate on something else, but it was hard.

“What?” He walked to me and lowered to my level, putting his hands on my knees. “What’s gotten into you princess?” he asked looking at me playfully.

“Don’t do this Cam, because it’s a twenty minutes break and I’m starting to feel seduced” I said giggling as he was trying to kiss me but I always pulled away teasing him.

“Twenty minutes are more than enough” he told me taking me into his arms.

“Cam, what are you doing?” I laughed as he sat me down on the table and stood between my legs.

“You are not the only one feeling seduced here” he said kissing my neck, I instantly slipped my hands on his biceps feeling his muscles work.

“They will hear us” I protested, but when I felt his hands under my shirt I knew I would never stop him.

“Then we have to be quiet, baby” he said getting rid of my shirt.

I took his face in my hands and kissed him passionately while he unbuttoned my pants pulling it down on my legs leaving me only in my panties and bra.

I pressed my hips to his and he growled into my ears. I could feel is erection, he was so ready for a quickie. He unclasped my bra and threw it away immediately.

“My beautiful girl, always so ready for me” he murmured into my chest as he started to massage my heated clit.

“Cam, we don’t have time for this bullshit” I moaned lacing my fingers into his hair. I needed him right at that moment.

“As you wish, baby girl” he smirked pulling my panties down so now I was completely naked. I tugged at his boxers and then he get rid of it, but suddenly he pulled away and stepped to the door and locked it.

“In case someone would like to interrupt us” he winked at me and came back, pressing his body against mine. His hands were roaming my body, I was getting impatient, but I didn’t have to wait for too long.

He lifted me a bit and then pushed himself into me.

“Oh God, Cam” I moaned trying to not be too loud.

“Shh baby, we will get caught” he said kissing me on the lips. I nodded and he started to move in and out. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby” he groaned never stopping.

With one hand I held onto his shoulder and with my other I was grabbing the edge of the table.

“Cam, please move faster” I said barely finding my own voice. He leaned down kissing me and fastening his pace.

“Come on baby, we have to be quick, just let it go for me” he said kissing my neck again and pulling me closer to him to give him a better access.

I was close and so was he. I tried to hide my moans but some of them escaped, Cam hid his face into the crook of my neck biting lightly into my skin which just topped the whole.

Then with one last deep thrust I reached my high, I wanted to scream but I just bit my lower lip to shut myself up.

“Oh God Y/N” Cam growled in a deep, sexy voice.

We took some deep breathes to calm ourselves down.

“I love you baby” he panted my shoulders and then pulled away from me.

“I love you too” I said caressing his chest one more time. He picked up our clothes and gave me mine.

“Alright” he said when we were all dressed up. “Let’s get this shooting done” he smirked at me, took my hands and we walked back like nothing ever happened.

I am always amused when I see one of those super-simplified astrology memes where my sign gets pegged as basically a magnetically attractive stone cold bitch with a master plan who always has one more stratagem up her sleeves. Like Leliana on a bad day or Flemeth on a good day.

Because I kind of like the idea that there’s an alternate universe me who isn’t just spending all her time wandering around anxiously trying to please everyone, tripping over things, and also losing her glasses within thirty seconds of taking them off her face.

Preference "How they react to you wearing glasses."

(So i’m posting this preference before because I finished it first XD and it’s kinda fluffy! Yay for our fav liking us again :3 As someone who always wear glasses (cause my eye sight sucks XD) this was awesome to write!! Gifs not mine/Found them on google/Credit to the original owners.)

Negan- The moment he saw you with glasses while doing your work, he stopped and then slowly made his way towards you and as he got a real good look at you, said “You look…fucking awesome with glasses…Je-sus! Fuck! How do you even do that?!” You laughed but suddenly he got a hold of your glasses and put them on and started to ask “Tell me Y/N…do I look just as good as you do with these glasses?” Only to make you laugh even harder.

Daryl- He noticed you wearing glasses one day and thought you looked pretty. He never found the courage to say anything but would smile here and there when he saw you looking towards him. However, you noticed him staring at you and decided to ask him about it and he admitted “Y/N, you always look good but…I don’t know…there’s just something about you with glasses that I can’t stop myself from staring at you…”

Rick- He was getting prepared to leave for a run, when in the corner of his eye, he noticed something different about you. You were wearing glasses and he couldn’t help but smile and say “Something new Y/N?” You laughed and explained to him as to why you had glasses and he replied “That’s good…i’m glad you’re wearing them…you look stunning…as you always do…”

Merle- You were working with Milton and as Merle walked in, he noticed something different, you had glasses. He whistled and couldn’t help but chuckle as you looked up at him. “Lookin’ good Y/N! You look like one of them sexy secretary or teacher you know…I like that! Plan on keeping them when you come to my room tonight, right?” You shook your head and laughed and threw a ball of paper at him.

Glenn- While on a run with him, you found a pair of glasses and decided to put them on for fun. You laughed and so did he but he thought you were cute and said “You should keep them! You look really adorable…and pretty…” He seemed a littly shy and it made you laugh. You noticed another pair of glasses and decided to put it on him. You told him he was cute as well and he chuckled, you then promised to keep yours if he kept his to which he gladly did.

Carl- He walked by your room and noticed something new about you, you were wearing glasses to read. He smiled and without even knocking, walked into your room and sat next to your bed. You looked up at him smiling and he said “New glasses?” You nodded and he continued “I hope you don’t plan on wearing them everywhere now…Cause it’s seriously distracting! I forgot what I had to do before this!”

The Governor- You always had glasses but every time you wore them, he was always out. However, he was about to leave for a run and that’s when he finally saw you with glasses. He smirked and said “Y/N…never knew you had glasses?” You chuckled and explained to him as to why he never knew and it made him laugh. He nodded and smirked said “Well, when I come back you better still have them on…”

Abraham- When you started to work along side him, you always brought your glasses with you to get a better look at the plans. He noticed that and as he’d look at you he couldn’t help but be distracted. He’d stare for a while and as you’d ask him what was wrong, he’d chuckle and answer “The fact that you don’t wear glasses as often as you should! You look gorgeous…”

Eugene- You were eating a snack in the kitchen after a long day of working and as Eugene walked in he noticed something different. You had glasses and he couldn’t help but just look at you from afar for a while. Eventually, you noticed him and called him over and ask if everything was alright. He’d look at you straight in the eyes and say “Yeah…But I just wanted to tell you…you’re seriously really hot with the glasses!”

Jesus- The first time he met you, he saw you without glasses. However when he came back, he noticed you always wore glasses and couldn’t help but find you cute. You caught him looking at you more than once and asked him what was wrong and he said “No, there’s nothing wrong…it’s just you look as good with glasses as you did without!”

Ron- He noticed you wearing glasses while working, one day and couldn’t help but ask since when you wore them. As you’d explain to him, he’d smile and only end up saying “Well, I just wanted to say that you look really nice with your glasses! I’m glad you wear them often!”

Dwight- He never really noticed you wearing glasses, until you took them off one evening. He then realized you looked just as good with them on and as you did without but never really thought of saying anything. However, you’d often catch him stealing glances at you and every time you were about to clean them he’d always offer to do it for you and just take it.

Morgan- You always had the habit of reading before going to sleep and wore glasses to do so. Even though he saw you like this every night, it would still stun him and make him smile. You noticed and chuckled asking him what was wrong and he’d answer “Nothing…It’s just I still can’t get over you when I see you reading…”

Michonne- Since your arrival in Alexandria, she noticed you wearing your glasses more often and couldn’t help but smile. She thought you were adorable always adjusting your glasses for them to stay close to your eyes. One day she helped you adjusting them and said “I hope you realize you look really nice with them…”

Maggie- From the day she met you, she couldn’t help but be attracted to you every time you wore your glasses. You noticed her looking at you and biting her lips once and asked her if it was because she liked it. Shyly she nodded and said “I really like it when you wear them…it makes you look different from everyone here…I like it…”

Andrea- She noticed you wearing glasses while helping Milton in his office and couldn’t help but find you a little more attractive. You noticed her often staring and smirking at you and one day couldn’t help but wonder why, to which she answered “I’m staring at you because I like what I see…”

Jessie- She saw you come back from a run with a pair of glasses on and couldn’t help but be surprised. She asked you why you had them all of a sudden and as you explained to her, she found herself smiling and actually enjoying your new look.

Beth- She liked that you wore glasses, it made you look different from the others and would always go out of her way to remind you that. She’d smile and say “Y/N, you should keep wearing your glasses often, I really like it! I mean you look good without them too but…I really like it when you wear them!”

Sasha- She was about to leave and go on a run, when she came across you and noticed you wearing glasses. She looked over at you twice and realized you were really wearing them. You noticed her smile and asked if she noticed something new and it made her laugh and as she walked away said “Yeah…I like it! Hope you plan on keeping them!”

Rosita- You were working on some plans and she noticed you were wearing glasses. She couldn’t help but keep looking at you to get your attention. As you’d ask her what’s wrong, she’d shrug and say “Nothing…It’s just you never told me you had glasses…but that’s okay…I just wanted to say you looked good that’s all…”

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Which characters do you think would prefer a loud/outgoing/social/etc. s/o?

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Anyone Else But You

Request- ‘Would you be okay writing about prentiss being jealous of reader and Spencer, but reader is high key into her and Spencer awkwardly tries to help’

I love this request, and I love Prentiss x Reader imagines! Keep firing the requests please. I stole the title from a song from the Juno soundtrack, called Anyone Else But You by the Moldy Peaches. Enjoy!

Triggers- swearing?

Word Count- 1242

Walking through the glass doors of the BAU, as you do every morning, you scan the room for the face of the wonderful Emily Prentiss. You made eye contact with her as she looked up from her computer.

You see, ever since you joined the team, everyone thought that you would be interested in Morgan, because of your naturally flirty attitude. But what you failed to tell them was, that as soon as you set your eyes on Prentiss, the fierce, gorgeous brunette, you couldn’t feel attraction to anybody but her. Your bisexuality was common knowledge, however, Emily was much more secretive, and you never knew whether she wanted you in the same way you wanted her.

‘Y/N, coffee.’ You heard a voice shouting behind you and you turned around. You saw your best friend, Spencer Reid, walking towards you with two cups of coffee.

‘That’s my boy!’ You grinned and threw your arms around your neck, kissing him on the cheek.

You glanced back to look at Prentiss, and saw that she was glaring at the pair of you. She shot you a stern look and turned back to her paperwork.

A while later, you bounded up to Emily. ‘Do you want some coffee, Em?’

‘No, Y/N.’ She replied with a cold expression.

For the rest of the day, Prentiss looked at you as if you had killed a puppy. Exhausted from wondering what you had possibly done wrong, you decide to visit the Oracle of All Answers and Knowledge, Penelope Garcia.

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All I Wanted; C.H. 12

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 , part 5, part 6 , part 7 , part 8 , part 9, part 10, part 11

“You know what we should do? We should hold our own Christmas party.” Meredith suddenly speaks up, breaking the silence of our group sitting at the bar, aimlessly staring at things in our surroundings. I sigh, my pointer finger tracing the rim of my almost empty glass in front of me. I never was one to look forward to the holidays. It was the time I felt most alone, days where everyone was hyping about family time – my own Christmas eve was the same as every other day of the year, instead I got to eat a hell of a lot more without my dad throwing foul looks in my direction.

Christmas was creeping up on us. Even if you didn’t want to, you were thrown into it and had to swallow its jolliness. All those family parties everyone thought were too much, too fake, too everything. They were impending, with Christmas break just around the corner there wasn’t anything I could do about it but undergo them.

“That’s actually not a bad idea.” Luke suddenly speaks up. My eyes cast a glance at the blonde besides me, eyebrow raised as he sticks out his tongue in my direction. “What did you have in mind?” Calum joins us, drying his hands on the towel in front of him as he lets his eyes wander over his mates occupying the bar. “Like a general party, food, presents, happiness and being together.”

I can feel my courage sink into my shoes and a frown immediately etches onto my features, something Calum clearly sees. I absolutely loathe all the present shopping and receiving them, because you could immediately see on my face if I liked your gift or not – and let’s just say I’ve not been one to receive anything useful in a long time. He smiles brightly at me though and I can’t help but stare at him in wonder before he speaks up. “Sounds like a lot of fun. We should do it.”

“Oh?” Meredith reacts, holding her empty glass out to her brother who takes it without a second thought and gives her a refill. Apparently she didn’t think he would comply with her preposition and to be honest -  I wasn’t either. Calum didn’t really seem the holiday type, but somehow it made him all the more attractive. He motions to my glass and I nod as well, holding it out to him. His fingers brush along mine for just a split second and I can feel my cheeks heat up as he throws a wink my way.

“We should pull names and then everyone can buy one thing for someone else, that way it’ll be a bit cheaper than buying one thing for everyone.” Luke preposes and I nod my head ferociously.
“Yes, yes please. I’m a broke college kid.” Luke and Michael laugh, at my expense of course, as Meredith shakes her head.

“Are you seriously forcing me to celebrate even more Christmas?” I whine against Meredith, who simply rolls her eyes as the words leave my lips. “Stop being such a Grinch, it doesn’t suit you.” Meredith replies equally as whiny, her flat hand pushing against my shoulder as I almost go tumbling down the bar chair. Meredith glares in my direction and Luke and Michael laugh in the back, probably amused with our shenanigans.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” I announce to no one in particular as I hop on the floor, dusting off my jeans and already heading out without waiting for a reply from anyone.

“Why are you so grumpy, baby?” Calum laughs as he pushes my hair off of my shoulder, lips softly pressed against the exposed skin of my shoulder. A sigh leaves my lips, my eyelids fluttering as I discard washing my hands completely. “Tell your boss to make separate bathrooms, Cal.” I laugh and shrug him off of me, turning around and wiping my hands on one of the towels against the wall.

“It could be fun, I have a Christmas present I’m sure you’ll love.” Calum suggestively speaks as he steps closer, his hands gliding along my waist as he stops, body pressed against mine.
“How are you so sure I like your dick that much, baby?” I whisper, I can’t suppress my smirk as Calum glances down at me rather shocked.

“Who says I was talking about my dick?” Calum chuckles in return before he presses his lips against mine, a breathless sigh leaving my lips. “Wasn’t it?” I laugh, pressing my back against the wall as I let my fingers ghost over Calum’s bare, tattooed arms.

“Initially, yes. But I actually have something in mind that I’m sure you’ll love.” I smile goofily, I am aware of that, as I pull Calum closer by his crisp, white shirt. “Well, what is it?”
“If I’d tell you that, it wouldn’t be a surprise, baby.” Calum seems a bit too pleased with himself as he closes the distance between us again, shutting me up effectively.

“Ah, Cal, come on.” I whine against his plump, warm lips. It only seems to fuel him up even more and his hands roam to my bum, fingertips digging into the flesh of it as he pulls me closer.
“What are you doing tonight?” He mumbles against my jaw, leaving a trail of kisses as he waits for my answer.

“I’m right here, what do you think I’ll be doing?” I laugh, nails lightly scratching through his hair, something I had learnt – last time we had spent a day in bed together – he enjoyed an awful lot. “You know damn well that’s not what I meant, Y/n. After this – tonight.” Calum pulls away, his dark brown eyes boring into mine while he slowly licks his lips.

“I don’t know – what will you be doing?” I smirk, hands lowering along his neck over his chest all the way down to his pockets of his tight jeans, pulling him closer again.
“Hopefully you.” Calum groans as he kisses me briefly once again but pulls away quickly.

“We’ve been here too long. You go, I actually have to pee.” Calum taps my ass as he pulls away from me completely, his warmth disappearing sending a chill over my spine. I shake my head, which is a bit light headed from the sudden show of affection Calum had granted me with – out of nowhere if I could say it like that – and watch Calum disappear into a stall before I hurry back out.

I slowly drag my legs along the disgusting floor – Calum should really clean it after his shift – towards my mates. I let my eyes wander over all the other costumers as I walk by them, smiling at some of the familiar faces I recognize.

“So what do you say, Y/n? You in?” Meredith grins as I retake my seat at the bar, eyes glued to Calum who emerges from the bathroom. Before he steps back behind the bar, his usual spot, he throws another wink in my direction and points to his cell phone. A small grin makes its way onto my lips as I start to toy with the pocket of my jacket in search for my phone.

“I guess it could be fun, yeah.” I smile at my friend. She holds out her glass to raise a toast and I can’t help but roll my eyes but follow her lead. “To Christmas with friends, because that’s so much better.”
“Amen.” I breathe as I find Calum’s gaze again. Luke coughs loudly and when I turn, I see him smirk in my direction, glance at Calum, back at me, before he winks. What?

Bear with me; I’ve almost finished my exams!

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Favorite -Spencer Reid Imagine

Spencer x Reader

Summary: All the team goes out for a night out and you and Spencer end up drunk at the end of the night.

Derek plated himself at the end of your desk as you were finishing your report. You glanced up at him. ‘What can I do for you?’ You asked cautiously. You didn’t like that look on Derek’s face, it was one that he wore when he was up to something, or when he wanted you to do the rest of his paperwork. ‘Me, Prentiss and Garcia are heading out tomorrow for drinks, you in? You have to, it’s Christmas’ You raised an eyebrow and nodded. ‘Sure’ He beamed. ‘Great, now go ask Reid’ He patted your shoulder and stood.

You blinked and furrowed your eyebrows. ‘What?’ He smiled and shrugged. ‘I asked him but he didn’t give me a real answer. But if you ask him’ Derek leaned over your desk and wiggled his eyebrows at you. ‘He’ll go for sure’ You rolled your eyes, tilting your head to the side giving him a bored face. ‘Come on, he’ll come if you ask Y/n’ Derek smiled widely at you.

He reached around you and spun your chair around so it faced the break room. He grunted and heaved the chair up tipping it forwards causing you to stumble out of the chair. You turned and shot him a glare. ‘Well then you can bring them to Hotch’ You waved your hand towards the file with a smug smile and turned when you heard him groan.

You leaned against the counter smiling up at Spencer. He jumped slightly and looked up at you. ‘Did I scare you Spencer?’ You smirked up at him and he sent you a soft glare before smiling himself. For ages you couldn’t seem to surprise the Doctor, he always seemed to know what you were going to say, what you were going to do. So you made it your mission to sneak up on him as often as you could, and he did the same to you. It became almost a game between the two of you.

He shook his head in defiance and you chuckled watching his smile grow when you did. ‘Morgan just told me they were planning on going out for a few drinks tomorrow, said he invited everyone. You coming?’ Spencer sighed slightly and looked up at you  taking a sip of his coffee. ‘Last time I went out with him and Garcia they tried to get me drunk’ You smirked. they had told you about that, they had failed.

You smiled as he leaned against the counter beside you his arm brushing off your shoulder. ‘I’ll be there this time’ He smiled. ‘You are not very good at holding your alcohol either’ You scoffed. ‘Yeah, because I choose to spend all my spare time watching 5 hour movies I barely understand with you’ He smiled taking another sip of his coffee. ‘Instead of building up my tolerance with those two’ He shrugged. ‘Okay, I’ll go if you do’ You beamed up at him and wrapped your arm around him in a quick hug. ‘I can’t wait, I’ll see you there then Spencer’ You giggled as you turned and bounced off as Spencer watched you his smile growing.

You pulled at the dress you were wearing. It wasn’t your normal one, it was black and short, and tight. something you never wore, especially around the team. You tossed your hair over your shoulder as you walked into the bar, something else you never did at work, wear your hair down. You spotted the rest of the team by the bar. Garcia beamed and waved at you and you raised your hand waving back.

Derek looked up following where he eyes were. His own eyes widened and he let out a low whistle causing you to blush and look down quickly. The rest of the team looked up with a smile. You waved at them as you got closer to the group.

Spencer turned and his eyes widened before they took in your entire outfit. ‘Damn girl’ Garcia giggled handing you a drink when you reached the group. ‘You look gooood’ You smiled and thanked her realising she was already a little intoxicated. ‘Yeah, your hair looks good that way, why do we never get to see it like that?’ Derek complained with a laugh. Spencer reached out and picked up a strand of your hair before dropping it again with a smile. ‘I do’ He looked back at Derek before taking a sip of his drink. Derek’s eyebrows shot up and he chuckled at Spencer’s behavior.

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Could you do a imagine of a normal girl getting in the middle of some dirty business all because she found a kitten on the dock And she’s holding the kitten she just caught a goon of Joker’s finds her and grabs her about to kill her But the Joker comes and stops his goon and Is interested in the girl and ends up becoming obsessed with her and grows to like her a lot The girl would like him too but scared of him at first

“Okay, Y/N you can clock off, see you tomorrow.” You gave a small smile, trying to not beam with excitement. Finally, your boss was letting you leave; working from 9 in the morning to 7 at night would drain the energy out of any normal human. You honestly loved walking home at night, the bright street lamps lighting your way but you were no fool. The dark dealings that went off at night in Gotham City made people double check their doors and windows, making sure the terror couldn’t get to them or their families.

Shoving your shaking hands into your pockets in an attempt to warm yourself up, you turned the corner, walking along the pier, boats docked up at the platforms. You had a strange feeling building up in your stomach, a sickness, you quickened your pace wanting to get home. You heard an animal-like whimper, which made you stop in your place. Your head whipped around trying to pinpoint where the noise came from. You tip-toed down a platform, further towards the noise. You nearly had a heart attack when a steel, silver bin tumbled over near your feet. Appearing out of the back was small black and white kitten with big dopey eyes, looking up at you. You knew that you should get on your way as it had just turned around 8 and you had work tomorrow but you didn’t have the heart to leave the poor, defenceless animal by its self. You picked up the soft kitten, and noticed that it didn’t have a name tag or any number to contact; making you believe it was a stray.

You whipped your head around as you heard gunshots going off, and you knew it was close to where you were. “Damn you for being a softy.” You thought to yourself. You were stuck frozen; you had no idea what to do. Did you just walk out and risk getting shot or dragged into this gun battle? Or hide and risk getting caught, which might anger whoever wielded the gun? You decided to go with the first choice, thinking you could try avoiding the area. You walked with caution, trying to cover the kitten with your coat, as it was shivering in the cold. You had gotten off the platform, and you believed you were in the clear when a large, rough hand grabbed you by the neck, covering your mouth with the other hand. “Don’t open that pretty little mouth and you might keep your head.” He whispered in your ear, his voice raspy and dark. The kitten had now jumped out of your hands, and ran off. “Well thanks a lot.” you cursed in your head. “Please, I’m just walking hom-” you were cut off by a harsh slap, hitting your cheek. “What the fuck did I just say.” He pulled out a pistol and dug the end into your temple, imprinting the end of the barrel into your skin. 

You could feel the tears building up in your eyes, you were going to die, and you knew it. He cocked the gun, about to pull the trigger when a creepy laugh made you both look around to see a man in a large oversized leather coat, in a deep shade of purple.

A bare, muscular chest was on show, black trousers and a pair of leather boots to finish off. He walked closer into the light and the green, slicked back hair was revealed to you, confirming your death. It was the Joker, the Clown Prince of Crime, not known for his kindness towards hostages who knew that he’d just opened fire on innocent civilians.

“Let her go.” The man cocked a brow. “But boss? She knows every-” a gunshot rang out, his body slumping to the ground. You stood, staring wide-eyed at the freshly dead body on the ground. “Shit, I’m fucked.”

He took large strides towards you, letting his eyes travel up and down your body. “I’m very sorry that you had to witness that, doll face.” He said, fake sympathy rolling off his tongue. He snaked his way around your frame, his hands sliding across your shoulders, traveling to your collar bones, and then coming up to your neck. “Now, honey. I couldn’t let a pretty face get hurt could I? Here’s my card, expect a phone call soon.” He placed a kiss to your cheek, handing you a card. His fingers trailing on to your bottom lip, then walking away with his coat trailing behind him, whistling for his crew to follow him.

You looked down at the card, styled as a Joker card. You snorted, “Classic.”

You felt like you had just avoided the Grim Reaper himself.

You sat at your table in your kitchen, smoking a cigarette. It had been two days since the ‘Joker’ incident and you were slowly losing your mind. You were terrified, not everyone wants a psychopath to be weirdly infatuated with them. What if he knew where you lived? What if he took you and made you fucked up like Harley Quinn? Manipulated you to become his little pet?

You were lying to yourself if you said you didn’t have a certain attraction to him. He might have not been classically ‘handsome’ to everyone but there was just something that drew you to him. His weird mannerisms drew you to him, leaving you wanting to know more about him and his story, if there was one.

It was about 6 and you had 2 hours until you could clock out of work, you were behind the bar, serving drinks and washing glasses. “Hey, Y/N. Do me a favour and serve table 5 in the VIP section. Here’s the order.” He passed you the paper, looking like he’d seen a ghost. “Are you okay Jay? You look a bit ill.” He was going a white pale colour. “Don’t worry about me. Could you just serve this order please.” His eyes begging you to take this order. “Sure..” you answered, confused at what was wrong with him. You looked at the order sheet, making the drinks and placing them on a tray. You carried them to the VIP section, located at the back of the club. You got the door, seeing 2 bodyguards blocking the view of who was at the booth. “Uh, drinks order for table 5?” they looked at each other. “It’s her, boss.” They nodded and moved to let you past, you walked a little down the booths until you got to the fifth one.

 You couldn’t believe your eyes. “This is borderline stalking.” You slammed the drinks down on the small table, between the purple sofas. You were absolutely petrified of this guy but the anger took over before you could think who you were talking to you. You slumped down on the sofa, looking into his eyes. He took a deep breath in and leaned closer to you, nearly coming over the table. “Good to see you too, dollface.” He threw himself back, laughing to himself. “You didn’t return my call, sweetheart. That angered me.” 

He stated, getting serious. “You don’t want to anger me.” You swallowed the lump in your throat, your palms sweating a little bit. What the fuck were you meant to say? Before you could say anything, your boss came storming in the room, red in the face. “Y/N what the fuck do you think you are doing? Sitting on your ass when you need to be serving my customers.” He screamed at you, “Oh shit, he’s going to regret this.” You thought when you saw the Joker clenching his fists, rolling his neck. 

He jumped up, grabbing your bosses jaw. “Now, now, now. Who are you talking to like that? Y/N? Wrong move, friend.” He grinned, giving a few light but forceful slaps to your bosses’ cheek. “Oh, Mr J! I am so sorry, you can have Y/N as long as you want, I’m sorry.” He said, stuttering and falling over his words. Joker laughed, “I know I can my good man. Now, Get Out.” He hissed, pushing your boss towards the door. He nearly fell over, trying to get the hell out of the room before he got shot.

He sat back down, “Allow me to take you away from this place. One night. That’s all I’m asking for, sweetheart.”

What did you have to lose?

The night had gone pretty well, you had gone driving around Gotham with the Joker in his Purple Lamborghini, he had took you back to his club which was also his apartment that he was currently staying in. He led you through to the living area, you sitting on his expensive, purple couch. He had champagne on ice and there was a fire burning in the background of the room. He popped the cork from the bottle, pouring two glasses, passing you one.

“Why do you want me so much?” you asked, taking a sip from the glass. He looked towards you, sinking back into the couch. “There’s something about you Y/N. You cause a fire in my loins, my heart pounds and I get an itch in my crotch! You, Y/N are what I need in my life.” He moved closer to you, running his hands through your hair, placing his forehead on yours, staring into your eyes. That is what you needed to hear. “Take me. Take me now… Mr J.” He growled lowly, as you both rolled off the couch on to the bearskin rug underneath.

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"Hey Kuro, why did Sally fall off the swings?" Bad Joke Time(tm)

“ Shunta~ My dear little blackmail artist. I hear things have actually calmed down for your class and your little pals. That’s good to know, I’d hate to actually be seen as doing good for once instead of reinforcing my usual brand of being everyone’s favorite evil uncle and the local nuisance of a certain attractive teacher~ ” Chuckling, the man adjusted his glasses and let his hazel orbs settle over the Teleporter, a bemused smirk splaying across his lips.

“ Why did Sally fall off the swings? ”  

Sherlock X Reader (1/16)

So this is my first fic ever! I thought The Sign of Three ended a bit sad so i wanted to kind of re write it and make it a bit happier




You looked at yourself in your lilac dress. 

Not bad you thought

You recently made very close friends with Mary Morstan, well, soon to be Mary Watson. You two had become close friends through work. Mary worked reception while you just organized paperwork in the back. You knew John too. He seemed like a nice bloke, a bit quiet but he was rather kind. You had had a couple of exchanges, a ‘good morning’ here, and 'how ya’ doing there’. Nothing too extreme. From what you could tell, Mary was really happy with John. She seemed to light up and glow whenever she talked about him or was around him. It was cute but with your now single life, it made you a bit jealous. When Mary asked you to be one of her bridesmaids you were ecstatic. You loved weddings.

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Mistah J invited us to go and sit on his table with him and a few of what seemed to be his henchmen. Well, actually, he didn’t invite us, he pretty much demanded it. He had his own private booth which obviously seemed fitting considering he owned this club, according to Mona anyway. In front of us was a one sided window where you could see the entire club below us. The crowd here was different. Each room created a unique vibe, filled with a lot of un-orthodox people. The place was packed. I was amazed to realise that there were actually this many people in Gotham.

The booth we were sitting in was posh. The cold, fresh white leather embraced my olive skin on the back of my thighs. The rounded glass table was filled with ice buckets and bottles upon bottles of alcohol. A small bag of white powder was perched in the middle . I adverted my gaze to above me, where a beautiful gold encrusted glass chandelier hung. It was so bright my eyes pulled back, simultaneously lowering my gaze. My eyes rested in front of me.

Mistah J was staring.

“So whats your name doll face?” He asked taking a pull on his caramel toned cuban cigar. I opened my mouth to speak “Li-” “Not you, I’ll get to you in a moment” He interrupted. My mouth gawked open in shock. He pointed at Mona. She was too busy dancing in her seat chatting away to one of his henchmen. “DOLL FACE!” He bellowed. She stopped dancing took a gulp of her drink and replied “ S..s Sorry Mistah J, my names Mona”. “Mona ay?” he growled with a grin on his face. “And you…. you…. mmm yes you, Just what is your name, Kitten?” he asked licking his lips. “Liza” I said abruptly. “Well would you look at that!” he said raising his voice standing up. “We have Mona…. and we have Liza.. two beautiful girls….. mmmmm ” he growled “ I wonder what brings you here to my club tonight?”

“Its actually Liza’s 21st birthday today Mistah J” Mona stated, excitement squeaking out of her voice

“Its actually Liza’s 21st birthday today Mistah J” Mona stated, excitement squeaking out of her voice. “Oh… really? Liza, Liza, Lizzzzaaaaa”. He said rolling my name on his tongue. “And…. do you know my name Liza?”

“Mistah J” I replied with attitude. He threw his head back let out a loud laugh. “ To be fair I only fount out a few minutes ago” I shrugged sipping my drink. “ Oooo I like this one, she’s got attitude” he roared with laughter, slapping his leg with his left and harshly tapped the seat next to him with his right, insinuating for me to go over and sit with him. I did.

“ Your little friend Mona over there, can call me Mistah J, but you….. you….’ he growled pushing my soft dark brown hair behind my ears ‘You kitten, can call me daddy”.

His voice literally sent shivers down my spine and goosebumps up my arm.. In a good way. I liked him. He had spunk. I didn’t dare let him know that though. “Whatever” I said pouring myself another drink. His jaw tensed and he grabbed my thigh “Id cut that shit out if you knew what was good for you”. I looked at him and let out a smirk “Yes, Daddy”. he grabbed my thigh even harder and whispered into my ear “Now theres a good girl”.

“A TOAST!” He bellowed, jolting up, kicking the bottles on the table to the floor, making room for himself to get up onto it. He raised his glass “ To being the baddest mother fucker in Gotham, and..’ he said peering down to me 'to Daddy’s new little toy”. Everyone raised their glass and let out cheers while he just stood there in all his glory, placing his hand over his mouth to reveal a dark sinister 'smile’.

Everyone raised their glass and let out cheers while he just stood there in all his glory, placing his hand over his mouth to reveal a dark sinister 'smile’

Oh boy I said to myself, raising my eyebrows and sipping my drink.


Deeper and deeper me and Mona delved into the night, liquor flowing non stop, drugs on tap and of course I had daddy next to me. It wasn’t even one of those things where the more intoxicated I got, the more I fount him attractive. He. Was. A1. From. The. Start. I just tried to keep my cool… and dignity (also I was a little more sober before, but lets forget about that). Mona was in the cage dancing on the pole. Throwing her head back and moving her hands slowly up her hips whilst moving them side to side. I could tell she was trying to impress one of Jokers men. They all seemed to love it apart from J. He had his eyes fixated on me the whole entire time. It made me feel uneasy but so turnt on at the same time. I would say it looked like he was undressing me with his eyes, but if he really wanted to do that, I knew he would do it, right here, right now.

“What do we say fellas, I think my little Kitten over here should get up in that cage and dance for daddy”.

I was startled by his request, but I wanted to impress him so I did.

“Thats my girl” He growled, adjusting in his seat, holding on tight to his gold and diamond encrusted cane

As soon as I entered the golden cage, Pop that started to play.

“Yaaassss” Me and Mona exclaimed throwing our hands up starting to dance.

I held on to the pole and started walking around it whilst shaking my hips. For some strange reason Mona started trying really hard and started licking the actual cage. I focused my gaze on J and dropped it down low. The pole was practically in my ass crack and I started to twerk on it. Holding my hair up in my hands, licking my lips. I turnt around to find J giving me the most filthiest stare I have ever received in my life. He looked like he was going to pass out.

I carried on dancing and staring at him

I carried on dancing and staring at him. He looked so damn sexy. He had on a white shirt with black tailored trousers and dress shoes. He had a purple leather gun holster strapped under his arms, meeting in the middle of his shoulder blades. His devious green hair perfectly swept back.

My body was seriously ready.

I left the cage and slowly walked over to him, he was walking over towards me to, taking long strides. “With me, now.” he said grabbing my arm. I turnt to look at Mona but she was faded, still dancing in the cage. I caught eyes with J’s henchmen, they gave me a 'don’t worry we’ll look after her’ look - But not in a creepy way.

J was pulling me so fast I tried my best to keep up in my heels. He took me into what appeared to be his office round the back of the room. He shut the door and locked it. I heard him growl behind me and he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Ohhh, you’ve been a bad, bad girl” He purred followed by a loud SMACK on my ass.

anonymous asked:

Feysand or Rowaelin fluff where he looks after her when she's sick (I don't know if you've done it already, I'm sorry if you have)

“Stop that,” Aelin croaked. “I don’t want you getting sick, too.” Rowan shook his head and climbed into bed next to her. He’d spent the last 24 hours getting her anything she could possibly want. Extra pillows, some soup, a new book, as much candy as she could eat. He liked taking care of her. 

“Are you feeling any better? Do you need anything?” Aelin rolled her eyes. 

“Stop fussing, Rowan. Really, it isn’t an attractive trait on you.” That was a lie. Everything was an attractive trait on Rowan. He ignored her and stroked her hair, and Aelin couldn’t help but purr a little. She scooted down under the covers and rested her head against his chest, burrowing into his warmth and his careful caresses. 

“Let me take care of you, Aelin. You take care of everyone else,” he murmured against her hair. Aelin just smiled. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep in the warmth of her mate’s embrace.

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