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I Will Show You - FP Jones | Riverdale

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Pairing: FP Jones x Female!Reader

Fandom: Riverdale

Warning: Mentions of sexual content & Daddy!kink, huge age difference

Word count: 1091


PART TWO  PART THREE

The puddle of water reflected the lights of Pop’s Chock'lit Shoppe. It was almost 11 PM but the dinner was still filled with people. A girl, around the age of seventeen, sat in a red Jeep. Loud music was playing while she scrolled through her phone. It was clear to everyone that she was waiting for someone. This, someone, was FP Jones, the fearless leader of the Southside Serpents. The Serpents lived on the south side of Riverdale and were feared by the north, west and east. They were especially known for drugs, alcohol, and stealing. The girl was born and raised as a Serpent. At some point, her parents began to care less and she began to hang out with Joaquin and he was the reason, how she met FP.

Right now, she was waiting for him. She only went with him because he promised her some food, which she probably won’t get. After all, an invisible rule said that the Serpents were actually not allowed in the other parts of Riverdale. The only thing she knew about his business was that it was with someone called Lodge. The girl moved her eyes to the nearest cars; Cheryl Blossom’s Car. She was the queen bee of Riverdale High, and the youngest and now only child of the Blossom Family.

Just because she had the money, the red-haired witch thought she could rule Riverdale, mostly the whole world. Before she could drift even more into her thoughts, the door of the driver side opened. FP had an angry look on his face while fastening his seat belts. The girl looked concerned and reached out for his hand. The older man moved his face to look at her, and his eyes soften. “Everything okay?” she asked him while he wiped the sweat away from his forehead. “Yeah, nothing your pretty head has to worry about,” he told her with a wink. The teenager girl was about to answer when she felt a pair of eyes staring at her. A waitress was staring at them, with a deathly glare. FP touched her shoulder which caused the girl to look at him again. He caressed her cheek and moved towards to kiss her.

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Days of the week: Thursday (smut)

Words: 2757 

Warnings: Smut, really detailed sex. Kinks and cursing, spanking blah blah blah.

Reader x All the members (Namjoon)

Days of the week l Monday - Jin l Tuesday - Yoongi l Wednesday: Hoseok l Thursday - Namjoon l Friday - Jimin


Originally posted by btsarmybase

   You got into your dorm as quietly as you could. You were fucked. Literally.  Jin, Yoongi and Hoseok.  You were dying inside but you couldn’t be happier. I mean, they were your idols. And you were going to fuck them all. You were going to be fucked by them all. Oh… But that moment you just wanted your bed. Your body was screaming for mercy, you needed some rest. You did lay onto your bed, relaxing.

“Where the hell were you?” your roommate asked you as soon as you closed your eyes. “I know you are grown up enough to do what you want but, come on! You can at least tell me that you won’t come for the night. Cheesus I was so worried”

You opened your eyes hesitantly. Just get out. You didn’t need to hear that that moment.

 “I am sorry, Bella. I was visiting my uncle. Just relax, I am fine” you whispered, falling asleep.

“You are fine? Oh you are fine. You missed class! It’s Wednesday morning and you were out! Cheesus, what’s wrong with you? You don’t come to your dorm all night and you just appear here whispering an ‘I’m fine’, oh that’s good-“she said, but you were so tired it didn’t take long for you to sleep while she talked.

  That Wednesday went completely normal. You did go to your classes, avoiding questions about where you had been the two days before and trying to focus on everything but in what you were doing. You had to keep your good grades. In the night, you had to take a few more questions and argue from your roommate but nothing heavy enough to let you down. How could you be down anyway?


  You woke up with a buzz of your cellphone. It was your alarm. 10 a.m. Thursday. Shit. You were going to have classes for all day long. You just would be able to see him in the night. You had missed some classes already; you had to go at least to those ones. In the classroom, things were going well till you received a message on your cellphone.

 *I suppose you are in class right now so I’m not gonna ask you to come now. I am freaking horny right now, fuck… I have wondered what fucking you feels like all day. Come here ASAP, ok?

                                                                                                                                NJ*

Your heart stopped. The world stopped. Shit, why did he have to send you that message that moment? After that, you couldn’t focus on your classes any longer, you weren’t listening your teacher anymore. All your mind could think about was in what Namjoon would do to you. Was he really a pervert? A daddy? Judging by that message, he wouldn’t let you dominate him that was a fact. Actually you weren’t expecting to dominate none of them, but ok.  That was going to be awesome.

  Your mind was traveling among all the possibilities that it had for you to let Namjoon fuck you when the bell rang. Finally evening. You almost ran out of the classroom, straight to your dorm. You took a shower and got ready as fast as you could. Luckily, your roommate still had classes, so she wouldn’t bother you. But just in case, you left a note. “Went hang out, DO NOT WAIT FOR ME. Y/N*

You texted Namjoon to see if he was there in the hotel and he replied you almost instantly.

 *Yeah, fuck, I am gonna stretch you real good. Hush*

   You stopped in a junk food store to have some food and made your way towards that hotel. Once you entered into the building, the receptionist looked at you curiously. She had seen you going there the entire week, and there you were again. The bodyguard wasn’t there anymore. Maybe they trust me already.

You knocked the penthouse’s door, being greeted by Jungkook.  He didn’t even look at you.

“Hey, Y/N” he murmured and let you pass.

So, he really is the shy one. Or not.

The guys seemed to be already used to your presence, because they weren’t acting that frenetically anymore. That was good. They said their “hi”. Some of them were playing video games. Jin was cooking. But Namjoon were nowhere.

  “Namjoon is right there” Jin said, signaling to you the room he was, “he said you should go there”.

 You furrowed your eyebrows at that. Why didn’t he appear?

You went to the room you were told to and your jaw fell open. As soon as you opened the door, you were presented with a shirtless Namjoon, wearing only sweatpants and – obviously and apparently not wearing boxers – laid on the bed.

“Close the door” he said simply, not even looking at you to check out if it was actually you. “I am gonna get up of this bed, and I want you only on your underwear as soon as I reach you” he said, starting to walk towards you. You hushed, taking of your clothes as fast as you could, and you made it. Before he reached you, you were only in your panties and bra. He stopped a few inches from you, long enough only to check your body. He looked you up and down, sighing as he scanned you slowly. He looked your eyes, staring at it sexily.

“Let’s play some BDSM?” he asked.

BDSM? No shit. You had never done that before. What if you did something wrong?

“Huh…I am not sure about it…” you said sincerely. He raised his eyebrows.

“Trust me. Do you trust me?” he said, his voice incredibly calming you down. You nodded. He grabbed your chin, making you look at him and smiled.

 “I don’t know if you have already done this before, but I suppose you know the rules already” he said. You signaled a “No” and his smile grew. “Well, first of all, you’re gonna do everything I tell you to, without any hesitation, you got it?” he said, his voice darkening. Shit. No hesitation? “Got it?” he asked again.

You nodded. “Two, you are gonna call me ‘daddy’. If you call me something but it, I’ll spank you as a punishment. Number three, I am gonna spank you anyway” he said chuckling, “but in different ways. That is all. Got it?”

 Wow. That was going to be the death of you and you would end up completely fucked, wrecked and destroyed. The worst part was that you were anxious about it.

“But I gotta ask you something… you mind being cursed? I mean… Slut or something” he asked. Hum… did you? You didn’t know. You had never been cursed before.

“Honestly, I-I don’t know. I have never done anything of this” you said.

“Ok. Let’s see.” He said and crashed his lips on yours, both his hands holding your face. You were holding his arms and tasting his kiss. His was much hungrier than the others. There was nothing sweet or soft in that kiss. He was simply hot, needy, wet and exciting. And you wanted more of him. You pulled him closer, wanting to feel him as close as possible. His tongue invaded your mouth without even asking permission. He did bite and sucked on your bottom lip. You had barely started and you could felt your body getting warmer. His hands traveled down, squeezing your boobs on the process and stopping on your butt, squeezing it harshly.

  “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you today” he pulled away. “On your knees” you obeyed quickly. Your face was leveled on his erection. He was so damn hard already. He pulled his dick out of his sweatpants. Shit. The pre-cum was dripping.

“Lick it off” he commanded and you did as he said. You grabbed his dick on your hands and licked his tip, soon putting your mouth around it, sucking. He let out a deep groan. You teased him, taking more of him slowly, teasingly, and he noticed it. As an answer, he grabbed your hair and forced you to take more of him. His cock hit the back of your throat and you gagged, trying to pull back. “No. Take it a little bit longer” he said and you tried to control your breath. He did hold your head and started thrusting into your mouth, hitting your throat every time. He was literally fucking your mouth.

You were gagging as fuck, your eyes watering, but it was pleasingly. Soon, you felt the warm and salty liquid slip out of him straight down your throat. Wow.

“Stand up. Strip and lay on the bed” he said. You closed your eyes and took off your clothes, avoiding the shyness growing up inside you. You lay onto the fluffy mattress and from the corner of your eyes you could see him stripping too. Fuck. He was so… hot.

 He did go over you and spread your legs, giving him a full view of your dripping pussy.

“Fuck… Look at this. I haven’t even touched you yet and you are wet. I am gonna fuck you so hard” he whispered. His voice was your death, and you just wanted to be fucked already, but you knew he wouldn’t let you cum this easily.

 He leaned in to take something out of the little desk beside the bed and you froze. Handcuffs. Two pairs of them.

 He looked at you smiling devilish.

“You trust me, remember this. I am not gonna hurt you. Whenever you want me to stop, just say it and I will” he said softly, his caring side appearing. You nodded anxiously. He handcuffed both your wrists on the headboard and then your feet, opening your leg. You tried to move but you couldn’t. You were all vulnerable there. Whatever he wanted to do to you, he would. The idea was getting you even wetter. Ah…

  Once your legs were completely spread, he kissed you while brushing his tip on your entrance. You tried to touch him, but of course you couldn’t. He did go down, sucking your neck roughly – that was definitely going to leave marks – and then your nipples; they hardened fast. Your belly was the next target, he gave it bites and soon, he found the place you wanted him in the most.

 He licked your slit deeply, tasting your juices. He smiled and winked at you. He gave you another lick, this time on your clit, adding pressure with his tongue, making you gasp. That was good, but not enough. You wanted more, wanted to feel him, but every time you tried to move, the handcuffs stopped you.

Suddenly, he introduced one finger inside you, slowly. Once it was completely in, he took out even more slowly, teasing you. You whimpered. You wouldn’t be able to handle that longer. He repeated the process again a couple times, and then started pumping in and out in a fast pace, the juices dripping out of you. He added two more fingers and pushed you to your heaven, but whenever you were ready, he stopped moving. He did that a lot more times, masturbating you, making you almost cum and stopping. He was torturing you, giving you pleasure but not completely.

“Fuck, please Namjoon” you begged. He looked at you, eyes darkened, tongue out of his mouth.

“Baby…” he said, caressing your thighs, “I told you…” you thought he would have mercy, “it is daddy, not Namjoon. I said I would spank you, but I didn’t say where” he said and hit your pussy, right over your clit. You screamed in both pleasure and pain. Shit. That was getting intense.

“I-I am sorry daddy. Please, let me cum” you whimpered, blushing.

“Huh, does my baby girl wants to cum for daddy, huh?” he asked teasingly, fingers playing with your nipple as he spoke.

“Yes, yes, please, I can’t take it anymore” you cried out.

“Take what? This?” he said and brushed your pussy, moving his hand up and down, the friction making you whimper as you tried to rock your hip up against his hand.

“Hum… please” that was all you could say.

“Tell me how you want me to fuck you” he said. What? No.  You were not exactly the vocal type. You hadn’t courage enough to tell how you wanted it. He noticed your hesitation, “I told you not to hesitate. If you don’t tell me, then I won’t fuck you”

Little pervert. You had to do that, if you wanted him to fuck you.

 “F-fuck me with your cock” you whispered afraid that the other boys could hear you.

 “With my cock? That’s what you want?” he said, grabbing his dick into his hand and pumping it slowly.

 “Yes, please daddy” you said, now louder than before, dying to be touched already.

 “If that’s what you want, you’ll get it” he said and let your feet go, but your hands were still handcuffed.  You opened your legs for him and he positioned himself between them, not wasting any time to push in. He let you adjust for one sec and started moving immediately, pounding into you not fast but deeply. You were moaning slow, but it didn’t take long for your moans become little screams as his thrusts became rough and violent, stretching you real good as he said he would.

  “Jesus, you’re freaking tight” he groaned, low moans leaving his mouth as he closed his eyes. You tried to move, to touch him, but you were still handcuffed.

 “Please daddy, let me go” you begged. You needed to touch him.

 “Does my little girl want to touch her daddy, huh?” he said, not stopping his thrusts. You just could nod.

He stopped moving, but only long enough to take off the handcuffs.

“On all fours, now. Since I answered your wish, you’ll answer mine. I’m gonna fuck you from behind” he commanded. You got into the position, waiting for him. “Look at you… You want it, don’t you? You’re a little slut to my fucking cock” he said. Slut? You kinda liked it. You knew it was sexually talking.  You didn’t have to worry about it.

 “Yes. I am” you said, blushing. Before you complete your sentence you felt a heavy hand smack your ass, the loud song echoing though the room.

  “Good enough to spank” he said, hitting your ass cheek once more. You kinda liked it. The pain mixed with pleasure. And then, without a warning, he thrust into you, his dick sliding in easily between your folds. You both let out a deep groan as the pleasure hit you.

He pulled your head back by your hair, leaning in to grab your boobs and lick your earlobe while pounding into you harshly, his thigh slapping against yours, the sound audible. Your walls started clenching around his dick, the good, sweet sensation building up inside you slowly, but deeply.

 “Come on, Y/N. Come for me, come for daddy” he whispered and that was enough. You did cum hard, violently, the warmth of your walls around him making him cum with you.

  You both crashed onto the bed, letting your breaths get stable, your hearts still racing.

  “Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?” He asked, his sweet side appearing again. He was no longer Daddy Namjoon, he was just him.

 “No, Namjoon. This was awesome, really” you said sincerely. That was. You had never felt so much pleasure in a single week. Shit, you still had three others to fuck with.

 “Come here, let me clean you up” he said, offering you his hand. He gave you your time, letting you take a shower and giving you one of his sweatpants and shirts.

 “N-no, I already have Hobi’s clothes, I can’t accept” you said.

“Please. Just take it, I’m not letting you get out of here with sweaty clothes” he said.

You got dressed and so did he. Once you left the room, you did go to the living room, where some of the boys were still playing video games.

  “Damn, Namjoon-hyung, you broke the girl. All we could hear was her screams” Jimin said. You blushed as hell.

 “I’m sorry, but I have my necessities” he said.

 “Come play with us, Y/N. Had some fun with us that don’t involve sex” Taehyung said, offering you a place beside him on the couch, which you happily accepted.

  “I hope you still have some voice available Y/N, because I’ll have you screaming for me even louder tomorrow” Jimin said.

Innocence

This is dedicated to all my sweet babies on here. Innocent or not here ya go! 

@babyshawwn

@thesmutofthemendes

@whitechocolateperfection

@lostinhibitions

I love you so much, lovelies!!! 

„Shawn, we can’t,“ I breathed against his neck.

He let out a little grunt, pulling me close to him. “Why not?” he asked, nuzzling his nose into my hair, before continuing to kiss me, his lips grazing mine, softly sucking at my bottom lip.

“Because I’m not on birth control. We don’t have any condoms. Your parents are in the room next to yours. Should I go on?”

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Carrie Fisher

Aries: “I was street smart, but unfortunately the street was Rodeo Drive”

Taurus: “There is no point at which you can say, ‘Well, I’m successful now. I might as well take a nap”

Gemini: “I was a light bulb in a world of moths”

Cancer: “I am a spy in the house of me. I report back from the front lines of the battle that is me. I am somewhat nonplused by the event that is my life”

Leo: “I think of my body as a side effect of my mind”

Virgo: “I have a mess in my head sometimes, and there’s something very satisfying about putting it into words. Certainly it’s not something that you’re in charge of, necessarily, but writing about it, putting it into your words, can be a very powerful experience”

Libra: “If I can convince you that I’m alright, then maybe I can convince me”

Scorpio: “I can say that. I am not ashamed of that. I survived that, I’m still surviving it, but bring it on. Better me than you”

Sagittarius: “Pay attention. This isn’t gonna happen again. Rather than try to understand it as it’s going along, have it go along for a while and then understand it”

Capricorn: “Everything is negotiable. Whether or not the negotiation is easy is another thing”

Aquarius: “I’m very sane about how crazy I am”

Pisces: “I did the traditional thing with falling in love with words, reading books and underlining lines I liked and words I didn’t know. It was something I always did”

May Carrie Fisher rest in peace, who was Drowned in Moonlight, Strangled By Her Own Bra 

  • Lena: Ehy Kara! Hi! I know it's the 21th call... I was just... i was wondering if you could help me with something...
  • Kara: Lena! Of course i can. You know i'm here for you! What do you need? Are you trying to fix the world? Do you need some stars for your SAVETHEPLANET new project?
  • Lena: Actually... Should i eat pizza or pasta tonight?
  • Kara: Ah... ahem.. Pizza! Definitely pizza!
  • Lena: Thank you!
  • Kara: What are friends for??
  • TWO MINUTES LATER.
  • Lena: Kara! Sorry for bothering you.
  • Kara: Hi Lena! No worries. What do you need?
  • Lena: Should i drink cocacola or wine??
  • Kara: Cocacola! Yes!
  • Lena: Thank you Kara, you're so precious.
  • Kara: Anything!
  • 647 CALLS LATER.
  • Kara: Lena... It's 4 am. What do you need? Again...
  • Lena: I know, i'm so sorry Kara. I just-
  • Kara: Yeah, you need an advice...
  • Lena: White or black?
  • Kara: Black.. What-
  • Lena: Check your e-mail Kara.
  • *Lena Luthor, naked, with a black and white bra in her hands*
  • Kara blushing hard: Le-na! Why did you send me a p-
  • Lena: I'm waiting for your help.
  • Kara:
  • Lena: That's what are friends for.

anonymous asked:

Can we please have Sanvers comforting Kara after the break up. Like... We all hate him but she thought he was special and she's probably hurting a lot right now and could use some older sister TLC at the moment.

She cums hard and she cums loudly – something she’s never done before, with anyone – and she cums so many more times than once that even competitive nerd Alex loses count.

And normally, she’d drift off to sleep.

Safe and happy and peaceful and home in Alex’s arms.

And normally, Alex would press endless kisses to her forehead and they’d whisper to each other – about work, about their teenage years, about their exes, about their adventures, about their terrors, about the random cat memes that Kara would send and Maggie’s latest gym shenanegins with James and her latest pool hilarities with Winn and how beautiful you are and how lucky I am and what did I ever do to deserve you – until they fell asleep.

But tonight, they both lay awake.

Tonight, they look into each other’s eyes and they smile, and then they laugh resignedly, because they both know what the other is thinking.

Kara.

“I’ll order ahead for the pizza and potstickers. You let her know we’re coming,” Maggie says as she passes Alex her shirt, her bra, and grabs one of Alex’s for herself, a habit that Maggie has never had with anyone else and a habit that Alex loves, loves, loves.

“I lo – you’re… you’re incredible, Maggie.”

“In bed? Yeah, you seem to have informed me –  oof!”

A pillow smacks her shoulder lightly and they both giggle as they languidly pull their clothes back on.

“For knowing. For caring. About Kara. For not… for not being mad at me. For needing to go be with her.”

“Alex, she’s your sister. Of course you need to go be with her.”

“You’ll come too? She’s kind of gotten attached to you.”

Maggie smiles, thinking of the last game night when Kara had encouraged Mon-El to go home and get some sleep, but practically begged both Alex and Maggie to stay, and she fell asleep in both of their arms with a safe, comforted smile on her face that was too rare nowadays.

“Of course I’ll come, if you think she wants me to.”

Alex laughs as she looks down at her buzzing phone, and she holds it out to show Maggie.

Yes. Please bring potstickers, pizza, and your girlfriend.

They hold hands the entire drive over – taking Maggie’s car because Alex’s bike needs an oil change and they’d walked home from the station, and because they can’t bear the loss of physical contact – and they somehow still manage to keep holding hands while carrying three pies and two heaping bags of potstickers up to Kara’s apartment.

She’s curled in a ball and she’s sniffling and she’s red-faced and puffy-eyed when they get there, and she holds out grabby hands for the food and for her sister and for her sister’s girlfriend, but she says nothing, because there’s nothing to say.

“Do you feel relieved at all?” Alex asks softly, only after Kara’s torn through five potsticks and a slice of pizza.

Kara’s lip wobbles and she shrugs and Maggie squeezes Alex’s hand and elaborates gently.

“It’s okay if you do, you know. He was a piece of home. Or, well, closer to home than any human could give you. Because he might be the prince of all assholes – no, not might, he is – but Little Danvers, he knew your language. Your history. And not because you told him about it, but because he grew up knowing them. Like you did. That’s important, and it’s powerful, and it can make you overlook a lot. Hell, Kara, you could kiss him without breaking his nose, you could be… intimate without hurting him. That… that’s special, Kara, those are… those are special things, and they’re hard to… They’re hard to lose, even when maybe we should. It’s okay if you feel relieved, though. It’s okay. You’re not betraying your history. You’re being true to yourself.”

Alex beams at her girlfriend and kisses her sister’s forehead and strokes her hair and pulls her into her arms.

“I’m proud of you, Kara. Do you… your text said he told you he loves you. Do you…”

She nods, and then she shakes her head, and then she nods, and then she shakes her head again.

And then she shovels three more potstickers into her mouth, and Maggie grabs four subtly – two for her, two for Alex – before they’re gone.

“It’s what Maggie said, I think, I… Daxam was… complicated, it was wrong, but if I’ve learned anything about my past since coming out as Supergirl, it’s that Krypton wasn’t all that much to be defended, either. That weapon my father made, Fort Rozz, I… he’s part of home. Not like you, Alex, not – you’re my home, Alex, you’re the only home I’ll ever need, I just – “

“I know. It’s okay, you don’t have to explain. I know.”

Kara sighs her head into Alex’s shoulder and Alex draws her closer and Maggie’s heart warms watching them.

“I just can’t believe it took me this long to realize that he just… I deserve so much better than someone who lies like that, who invalidates me and manipulates me and – that’s what he was doing, right? Am I making that up just because I’m hurt now, I – “

“No, you’re not.”

“Absolutely not – that’s what abusive, gaslighting relationships make you think, Little Danvers, that you’re out of touch with reality, that things are your fault, that you’re making things seem worse than they are…”

“It wasn’t abusive…”

“Alright. That’s okay. That’s a big word, and it’s a scary one. I get it, I do. You can process that how you need to, at whatever pace you need to. We’re here, both of us, through all of it, okay?”

Kara nods slowly, her brain spinning, and Alex kisses the crinkle between her eyes.

“Kara, you’re amazing. And I’m so proud of you for knowing what you deserve. You know that, right? That you deserve only the best?”

Kara sighs and takes her glasses off and rubs her eyes and Alex smiles.

“You are so beautiful, Kara. For yourself. Not for some man to redeem himself for. For yourself.”

“You have to say that, you’re my sister.”

“Well I’m not, and I say she’s right.”

“You have to agree with her, you’re her girlfriend.”

“I – “

“She’s got a point, Sawyer, I mean, ride or die, right?”

Kara laughs softly as Maggie fake scowls up at Alex and kisses her knee.

“I want what you two have.”

“Ugh, just like Brian.”

“Briannnn.”

“Please don’t compare me to – “

“Then please don’t use his phrases.”

“How was I supposed to know he said – “

“You don’t wanna know more, trust me.”

Kara sighs into a laugh and snuggles into Alex’s lap. “Don’t leave?”

“Never, Kara. Never.”

“You too, Maggie?”

“I’m right here, sunshine. I’m right here.”

Kara smiles sleepily – all the crying, all the pain, will knock her right out – as Alex strokes her hair and Maggie wraps her in a blanket.

“I love you, Kara. For exactly who you are.”

“I love you too, Alex. For the same thing.”

Maggie doesn’t say anything – not yet – but in her mind, she repeats their words over and over, because as the three of them drift off to sleep in a bundled, pizza-heavy heap on the couch, she feels that love, too.

Scratch - Part 1 - (Steve x Reader)

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Summary: (Y/N) and Steve have been best friends since New York, so when when they are both going through a dry spell they agree to a friends with benefits relationship.

A/N:  I’ve been wanted to write this for the longest time, and the movie Friends with Benefits was on so I took it as a sign that it was time to write it. I already have the next few parts written and ready to post, so if y’all like it you won’t have to wait long for the next part.

Warnings: light smut I guess


“Can I just be brutally honest for the next few minutes,” I ask Steve leaning back in the chair opposite of his desk.

“When aren’t you,” Steve laughs not looking up from the reports he was looking over.

“I miss sex,” I say. Steve clears his throat and sets down the papers before looking up at me with a raised brow. “I’m serious,” I say. “Being an Avenger is great and everything, but you have no idea how much it has interfered with my sex life.”

“And why are you telling me this,” Steve asks.

“Because you are my best friend,” I smile. “And I know you can relate.”

“Why is that,” he asks.

“Because as your best friend I know that you haven’t gotten a good lay in a much longer time than me.”

“Well that’s just how this line of work is,” Steve sighs. “There is no time for a relationship.”

“I don’t need a relationship Steve,” I frown. “I just need a really good lay every once in a while. You can’t honestly tell me you’ve never wished there didn’t have to be an emotional connection for you to get one out of your system.”

“Like a booty call,” Steve asks.

“I’m surprised you know what that is,” I raise an eyebrow, “but no, not really a booty call, but something similar. Something like friends with benefits.”

“The benefits being sex?”

“Yes exactly,” I grin. “You said so yourself, in this line of work there is no time for relationships, all I want is a friend who would do me a favor every once in a while, and by favor I mean sex.”

“Do you really think you can find some one to fit the bill?”

“I have someone in mind that will be perfect for the position,” I smile standing up and walking around to Steve’s side of the desk.

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Cops kicked her out of Arden Fair mall. So she flashed them.


okay guys so THIS^^^ is the kind of sick twisted shit that happens in the city next door to me. I go to this mall ALL the fucking time with friends and shop there for every occasion and NEVER in all my times of going there have I been escorted out for wearing revealing clothing. I’ve seen girls wearing DENIM THONGS that don’t get attacked the way this woman was that day. I cannot believe how disgusting the police are at this mall. This woman is almost entirely covered and yet her body is being sexualized and deemed inappropriate to the point they threatened her with a trip to the police station. Meanwhile there are literally FLOCKS of other women who are going braless with their little bando brallette lookin shits and denim thongs. I cannot stress how many damn women and even men go to this mall either in some kind of revealing top or topless entirely. 

I couldn’t tell you whether this is a case of racism but I can definitely tell you that this is discrimination against her body type. Just because she wasn’t some thin, flat chested woman, the top suddenly went from “oo that’s stylish” to “ew that’s gross and inappropriate” for literally no reason. I’m tired of seeing skinny girls around this mall be able to walk around with their friends and being seen as trendy and stylish for their fashion choices while bigger girls like Demetriana get escorted out. Also, did you know that women are required to wear a bra within the mall????? This is total bullcrap.

I wanna make sure this shit never happens again. I don’t care if they already apologized and offered her money. Money doesn’t buy equality and anti-discriminatory police staff. If anyone is as bothered by this as I am, here’s the Arden Fair Mall’s information so you can “kindly and respectfully” let them know:

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Playboy!Namjoon Pt. 3 

(Pt. 1 / Pt. 2)

You had watched Namjoon from backstage like you always did, but this time he watched you performing too. Jackson, already tired of seeing you both ogling at each other, decided to take matters into his own hands.

Bonus:

Namjoon was a lot of things, you had realized in the few times you both had managed to meet in between pre recordings at music shows. His memory was so good he could quote the whole damn Hesse’s Demian in a blink of an eye, he was a smooth talker, like your texts had shown. And he was a really, really good kisser. 

His hands slipped under the hem of your t-shirt, making you shiver. He chuckled against your mouth, sucking your bottom lip, biting lightly before kissing you full on again, his tongue tangling herself with yours, making you whine a little when he teased the hem of your bra with his fingertips.

“Namjoon,” you complained when his mouth moved to your neck, sucking and biting more harshly then he should. “No marks, you know it. I’m seriously going to punch you if you give me a hickey.”

He tsked at you. “Don’t need to worry, I know what I’m doing. And besides, y'know, you would be a lot more intimidating if you weren’t a foot shorter than I am.”

You tugged at his purple hair, making his face leave your neck to look at you. “Did you remembered to lock the door today?”

“Yeah, it’s locked. Now can you please just let me kiss you without interrupting me?”

You were happy to comply. His mouth found yours again, kissing you with more ferocity than before. His right hand slide down from your bra, groping your ass instead, making your hips even closer than before, his now more than evident erection grinding against you. You let out a needy moan, your hands gripping his shoulders, trying to bring him even closer.

Namjoon pressed you harder against the wall, his free hand tilting your head back to deepen the kiss even more. You felt dizzy with how his hands were hot against your skin. How many times had you thought about those same hands since you both started texting you didn’t knew.

“You need to tell me if you want me to stop, baby girl. Is this okay?” You nodded, breathing erratically when his hand sneaked under your skirt, finding the safety shorts, tracing the outlines of your butt. Seeing you were comfortable with the situation, the purple haired man gave you a wolfish grin “Fuck, you look so hot in this skirt, do you know that? I’ve been thinking about doing this since I saw you in the cafeteria earlier today,

“I know.” You managed to say, voice heavy with need. “I saw you watching me.”

Namjoon hooked his long fingers in the hem of your shorts, dropping them around your feet. In a quick movement, he turned you around, facing the wall. You felt his lips against your neck, his breathing as heavy as yours. His fingertips traced your slit, his arms holding you in place when you sucked a breath and buckled against him behind you. “Is this okay?”

“Yes, Namjoon, please.Just- please. I need you.”

He sucks on your neck hard to muffle his groan when he finally slip one finger inside of you, feeling how wet you were, his thumb circling your clit at the same time. You moaned more loudly than you probably should, considering you two were in a very public building. Throwing your head back, overcome with all the sensations trying to take over you, you look at him.

His pupils are dilated as he watch you whimpering against him, mouth slightly ajar, his hips still grinding against you. He slipped another finger, adding to the pressure, curling his knuckles so slight but enough for you to cry is name.

He was good with his hands, knowing exactly what you needed even before you did. Your knees were getting weak, your breathing replaced by low moans as he fingered you harder. And it was too much, it was too little. His musky scent just helped your head to be more clouded to the point of just being aware of him, him behind you, tall and lean body pressed flush against you as he too moaned against your neck with each buckle of his hips against your ass, with each time you clenched against his fingers.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight.” his voice was thick. “You like being full like this don’t you? I can feel that you’re almost coming. It’s okay, come, i’ll make sure nobody listens to you as you scream.”

You came hard after that, his mouth on your swallowing every sound you made hungrily. His fingers didn’t leave you until your knees gave under you, his hands now at your waist helping keep you upright. Looking straight into your eyes, he sucked his fingers, humming appreciatively with the taste of you.

You kissed him lazily, drained of all energy after that. You turned to face him when you could move again, your hands making their way from his neck to the  zipper of his jeans. Before you could even undo the button, he stopped you, one hand wrapping around your wrist.

“But it’s not fair. I wanna make you cum too.” you whined as he kneeled down to slip you shorts pooled around your shoes up again to its original place.

“You will, but not in this closet where I don’t even have a condom to fuck you properly. And besides, we have our live stage in less than an hour, we both need to go get ready before they start looking for us.”

Sighing, you nodded. He was right. You didn’t have time. You fished your phone out of the floor where you had left it after Namjoon had basically dragged you to this closet, pressing you against the wall and kissing you like it was the only thing he had wanted to do all day. You already had a message from Somi, your group’s maknae, asking where the hell you were. You looked at Namjoon as he did the same thing, his phone lighting his face in the dimly lit room, making you once again awed at how handsome he was. He looked at you smiling, showing his dimple.

“Do you want to leave first or should I?”

“I’ll go first.” you quickly answered. With one hand on the doorknob, you turned your body enough so that you could pull him down by the collar of his shirt and kiss him one last time, smilingly brightly after. “Thank you for that, I’ll be sure to return the favor.”

“I’ll remind you of that, YN.”

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A/N OOOOOOOh boy that was my first smut ever (that explains why it sucks lmao) i’m so nervous about it!!!!!!!!

I would love some feedback about this format of the images + a little writing.

“he thinks he’s the black el chapo”

Originally posted by ianxgallaghers

Originally posted by zaynmoji

requested Carl Gallagher imagine

Carl imagine w the name Kristine please? Where she’s biracial (half white half Puerto Rican) and it’s her sweet 16/ quinceanera (whatever you choose) and she and Carl go to pick her dress?


“Shit,” Carl cursed appreciatively as Kristine crawled up his body and turned to lay next to him, flat on her back as well, before she lit up a joint. She took a hit before passing it to her boyfriend who flashed a lazy grin as he took it, pressing it to his own lips. “If I’d known that staying out of trouble meant getting congratulatory blow jobs, I never would’ve went to juvie” he said in a slightly strained voice as he held the smoke in his throat, before exhaling with a laugh. “Honestly if sucking your dick keeps you off the streets, I’ll do it. A small price to pay to keep your dumb ass from getting shot,” Kristine replied as she rolled off of her bed and finger combed her hair that he had completely wrecked. She picked his basketball shorts up from the floor and tossed them over to him, watching as he slipped on his boxers and then the shorts. His phone vibrated on the nightstand and she picked it up and typed in his password, while grabbing the joint that he was handing back to her. “Fiona wants you home,” she summarized the text before handing him his phone, laughing when he tossed it back onto the nightstand and pulled her onto him; gazing up at her as she straddled him, one hand still holding the joint to her lips, and the other resting on his chest that was still exposed as he hadn’t bothered to pull his shirt back down from its bunched up position at his collarbones. He’d never admit it to her, but just being in her presence completely eased his mind.  “You coming with me? Debbie said she’d fight my ass if I came home without you again,” he asked as he stroked her thighs. Kristine rolled her eyes and sat back on his hips, making him bite his lip, “She threatens me like every time I see her!” “Yeah the pregnancy hormones are really fucking with her. She’s in full bitch mode 5 out of 7 days a week.”

Carl shut his eyes as Kristine leaned forward and lightly touched his lips with her own, exhaling smoke as he inhaled before his hand was tangled in her hair and he was pushing her lips against his. She let out a quiet hum and placed the joint on the ashtray on her window sill and was about to grind down on him when his phone began vibrating again, this time with a call. The teens groaned and untangled themselves from each other before Carl picked up the phone, making a few annoyed remarks to Fiona on the other line, before hanging up. “I gotta go. I’ll call you tonight,” he announced as he pushed her lightly onto the bed and stood up to slip on his sneakers and fix his hair. Before he left her room he rested his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her up for one more kiss, and then he was out her door and stomping down her stairs to get to the front door. But he couldn’t help but stop when he saw his girl’s parents at the dining room table, surrounded by paperwork, sad expressions on their faces.  “You guys good?” he asked as he approached them, trying his best not to check out Kristine’s mom; at least not while her father was in the room. “Hey Carl, how are you mijo” her mom asked him, clearly too lost in her thoughts to ask why he had been in her daughter’s room for an hour on a Monday night with the door locked. “I’m good. What’s up with you?” “Fucking bills, as usual. We were hoping we could throw a party for Kristine’s birthday this year since we couldn’t afford the quinceanera last year but it doesn’t look like we can do it after all the medical bills,” she replied. Kristine’s father had gotten hurt just before work (20 minutes later and they could’ve been swimming in workmans comp) and they lost a huge portion of their income, meaning Kristine spent many nights having dinner at his house.

“I could probably help out,” Carl volunteered, only to be shot down almost instantly. “No, really, she doesn’t want anything crazy. Debbie and I can throw her a little … get together. We can get her like, a dress and shit. She’s not that hard to please; we just need some music and a shit-ton of wee- friends” he caught himself. Kristine’s mother rolled her eyes, but she found herself nodding. After all how can you turn down a free party. After receiving the okay, Carl made his way home and climbed the stairs to his room. But just as he was passing Debbie’s room, her door swung open, and he watched her enter the hall and dramatically look around. “Coulda sworn I told you not to come home without Kristine,” She said, making him roll his eyes. “Coulda sworn I told you to fuck off and yet here you are,” he replied as he continued walking to his room where the door was cracked open and he could see Nick sleeping on the floor, hammer clutched tight to his chest. “Were you with her? Tell her I need to talk to her.” “Tell her yourself, white girl.” “You take your braids out today? I can tell, cuz your hair looks like shit,” Debbie insulted before he could get a word in and just as she was about to slip into her room again, Carl put his hand on the door, keeping it open. “Hey, so her fam can’t throw her that birthday party they got her all hyped about,” Carl announced, and the door quickly swung open. “Oh shit, that’ll be two years in a row.” “I know, and I knew she’d pretend like it didn’t bother her so I told her parents we’d take care of it. I figured we could clean up the crib and throw a party and go get her a dress and shit.” Carl stated his plan, looking at her with an annoyed expression on his face when she leaned against her doorway with a stupid grin. “You’re gonna throw her a party and buy her a dress? How sweet of you, White Chocolate,” she laughed and he just shrugged. “Gotta keep my girl happy.”

Debbie agreed with his plan and with that he made his way to his room and climbed onto his bed after pulling off his clothes and pulling on some sweats. He then grabbed his phone and tapped on the first name on his favorites list, waiting patiently for the phone to be answered, a smirk working its way onto his face when Kristine answered, “Hey, so what are you wearing.”

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Debbie tore through the racks in a way that made Kristine cringe. So she found herself following behind the red head, picking up the messes she left behind. “Why are we here again?” she asked, once she had returned another discarded dress onto its hanger. “We need party outfits. I’m trying to meet a rich guy to help me raise my baby, remember?” Debbie lied, she hadn’t tried to keep a secret this hard in a while. Kristine rolled her eyes at her friend’s response, “Yeah I know that you are, but why am I getting dressed up. I already have a man.” Carl smirked, from a rack over, at her response.

“What about this one?” Debbie asked, ignoring her statement to hold up a sheer body suit. “It’s see through, put it back,” Carl replied, before Kristine could make a comment. “It’s sheer, Carl. She can put a bra on underneath it.” “And yet here I am, still telling you to put it the fuck down,” Carl continued, protectively, turning his head back to the rack he was sifting through himself, making Kristine laugh. She walked around the store, waiting for something to catch her eye, and when it did, she quickly pretended that it hadn’t. She didn’t need to see the price tag to know that the little silk dress was completely unattainable. But despite trying her hardest to appear unphased by it, Carl saw right through her.

“Yo, can I get that dress?” Carl asked an employee who gave him a hard stare in return. “Take it off the fucking mannequin,” he demanded and soon enough he was standing outside the door of the changing room, Kristine on the other side. “Can you tie up the back for me?” she asked as she pulled open the door and turned quickly, and he wasted no time tying up the thin string on the back before he rested his hands on her hips and looked over her shoulder at their reflection in the mirror. He let his gaze drop from her pretty face, down to her chest, then waist, then let go and took a step back, examining her ass. “Nah, take it off.” Kristine’s eyes widened at his response to her in the dress and turned to him, “You don’t think I look good in it?” “No, I think you look too good. How am I supposed to enjoy myself if I show up with you in that dress. I’d deadass spend the entire night keeping guys away from you.” “Then,” Kristine started, resting her arms around his neck and pulling him close, “how about we skip the party and stay in. I can wear that little sheer one Debbie picked out; minus the bra underneath.” Carl’s blue eyes stared into her own and he almost found himself giving in before he shook his head, stopping when she went to move the tag away from its position digging into her arm. She pulled it away slightly and her eyes instantly widened before she reached behind her back and tugged on a string, letting the dress unravel from her body before she was shimmying out of it, confusing him with how quick her movements were. “You don’t want it anymore?” he asked, nodding at the dress that was now laying on the floor as she pulled her leggings back on, not pausing as she shook her head quickly in response. “Hell no, it’s more expensive than our rent,” she answered as she picked up her things and opened the change-room door making her way back to the racks of dresses. “Yeah, so..?” “So do I look like I have that kind of money Carl? If I did, we’d have heat and water at my house.” And with that she let Debbie lead her to a different store while her boyfriend hung back. He picked up the little dress and carried it to the register, dropping it onto the counter and raising an eyebrow when the cashier gave him a once over, failing to hide the fact that he clearly didn’t think the teen had the money to purchase the item. Carl sighed and dipped his hand into his back pocket, pulling out a large wad of cash that he flashed in the employees face, “I want this one. So stop fucking around and wrap it up in a box, I want it to look good for my girl. Now, you want hunnies or small bills? Oh and grab that little see-through one to.”

“Fuck, Debbie, really?” Kristine yelled in pain when the flat iron touched her neck. “It’s your fault, stop moving!” “I’ll stop moving when you stop fucking burning me!” Debbie scoffed and finished straightening Kristine’s hair and looked at the girl through the bathroom mirror. They both had their hair and makeup done, but were still in their pjs. “We look so good and we’re not even dressed yet,” Debbie complimented as Kristine pushed open the bathroom door. She had intended to go to the kitchen and grab a drink but decided against it when she saw Nick standing tall in front of the stairs, daring her to try and pass him. “Hey Nick,” she greeted the older boy with a huge smile that made the corners of his lips twitch up slightly before he returned to his normal stony look. When she had started to make her way back to Debbie’s closet and grab the dress she’d gotten, she found herself being pulled into a different room. “I’m not having a quickie before the party,” she announced holding up her hand and making Carl laugh. “As down as I am to fuck you right now, I actually pulled you in here for something else. I got you something.” He then motioned to the box on Ian’s bed, complete with a red bow. Kristine instantly groaned and crossed her arms, “If you bought me another fur coat with your drug money, I’m gonna be pissed, wannabe black El Chapo.” Carl grinned at the nickname and pushed her over to the bed, watching with loving eyes as she lifted up the top and stared into the box, before covering it up again. “Bring it back,” she stated, making her boyfriend frown and grab her before she could leave the room. “What, no, I thought you’d like it.” “I do, but it’s too expensive.” “Nothing’s too expensive for my girl.” Kristine glared at Carl and made no move to reach for the dress.

“Look, I’ve bought you a lot of useless shit, but it’s because I like spending money on you. You’re my girl and I love you and I’m not gonna let you struggle when I can help. And I’m definitely not returning that dress after seeing how good you looked in it. So go put it on, before I put it on you myself.” He watched with heart eyes as her ears turned slightly pink with a blush before she picked up the dress, and started to leave the room. “I’m surprised you didn’t grab the sheer one.” “Don’t worry I grabbed that one for later.”

Kristine slipped on her thigh high boots before standing up from Debbie’s bed and making her way into the hall. When Debbie had told her that Carl had slipped out to make a deal, she hadn’t expected him to be gone until damn near midnight, especially not when he knew that it’d be her birthday the second it turned 12. “Can we go already Debs? I’m getting tired waiting around,” she complained to the redhead who sent a quick text to her brother, waiting for the ‘ok’ before she replied to her friend with a nod, grabbing her arm to lead her down the stairs. When they stepped onto the floor, Kristine squealed when tons of people appeared in front of her screaming the word, “surprise” at the top of their lungs. “What the fuck is this?” she cursed making Carl laugh as the music was turned on and the people began drinking and mingling. “It’s your party; I mean I know it’s not ‘my super sweet sixteen’ but I figured you’d like it,” he answered, nervous about what she’d say. “You bought me a dress and threw me this party? Carl… do you like me” Kristine responded with a bright smile, and he shook his head with laughter. “Yeah I thought I made it pretty clear that I like liked you when we went on that date to the movies and I slipped you ‘the shocker’.” He said with a smirk, laughing through his nose when she slapped her hand over his mouth to shut him up. “Too late; I heard and I’m disgusted,” Debbie cut in, before dragging the too toward the party.

As the sun was beginning to rise, Kristine, Nick and both Gallagher siblings were lounging on the couch together, watching late night reruns of old shows. Debbie rested a hand on her stomach, picturing what she’d look like when the bump finally appeared and then turned to Carl and Kristine. They weren’t sitting close to each other, in fact Kristine was practically laying on top of Debbie, but she noticed how they still kept contact through intertwined fingers. “You guys think I’ll find someone who loves me like you guys love each other?” the red head asked, breaking the comfortable silence. Carl raised his eyebrows at his sister before looking down at Kristine who had begun to sit up. “Yeah, obviously. But you’re not gonna find it running around with Frank looking for rich old guys. And you’re especially not gonna find it if you keep being so superficial. Like you thought you loved Derek because you thought he was hot but you didn’t know anything about him. You’re supposed to, like, love all their flaws and know about their hopes and dreams and shit,” Carl answered, looking at his sister, “Like even on their worst day they need to be special. Like Kristine is hot as hell right now in that dress, but I know that when we go to bed she’s gonna wake up looking like a hot mess, but I’m still gonna think she’s gorgeous. Shit, remember when she had braces? That shit was bad. So bad; but she was still fine as hell. And you should know about shit that they’re embarrassed about. I know that she still doesn’t know how to roll a blunt, and that she can’t hold her piss once she’s been drinking so if you’re walking her home you gotta stop every 5 minutes to help her pee in some bushes, and that when she’s brushing her teeth in the morning and she goes to brush her tongue she always gags which is crazy because I’ve never seen her gag on my-” “Okay! I get it!” Debbie yelled, cutting him off and making Kristine laugh. “The point is, I know all this great shit about Kris, but I also know what makes her sad and pissed off and embarrassed and she knows the same about me and we still love each other. You just gotta find someone who sees you at your lowest point and still wants to be with you and make you better.” When Carl had finished ranting he turned to Kristine who had attempted to stay quiet as not to interrupt the sibling bonding. “You okay?” he asked as an emotional smile spread onto her face as she relayed his words over and over in her head, “I’m gonna cry” she admitted letting out a few tears accompanied by a laugh before Carl rested his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side pressing a kiss to her temple, whispering a quick happy birthday into her ear and placing one last kiss just below her ear.

“Okay you can stop now. You already set my standards too high, don’t make this any worse for me.” Debbie groaned as they continued to watch their reruns.

  A Dream Come True


My first attempt at a RPF! I love Norman, but am nowhere near an expert on him, like I am with Jeffrey. 😜 So excuse my writing of him.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader x Norman Reedus

Word count ~ 3500

Warnings- a few swears, reader talks sex, nothing else in this part.

Tags~ @stileswolfi @magikat409 @jasoncrouse @nothin-after-79 @magpiegirl80  @omgitss0y @binegan @metal-xo @mypopculturediva @angelofthenite


 This was all new. A convention wasn’t anything I had ever experienced , especially one specifically for The Walking Dead, one of my all time favorite television shows. I always thought those conventions were for hardcore, borderline crazy, fans. Yet here I am, packing for my flight to Atlanta.

 I went all out, purchasing the most expensive “platinum” weekend tickets, I even booked the hotel that I had heard the celebrity guests were staying at. Only place I “skimped” on was buying only photo ops and autographs for my two guys, Jeffrey Dean Morgan and Norman Reedus.

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Your enemy, is my enemy

Happy x Reader

Requested by: @homicidalteenagedream

Warning: Mentions of abuse

Took me forever to start this. Going to be a couple part series!

“For fuck sakes little girl! Your going to get killed!” Happy grabbed y/n by her small wrist pulling her out of the bar. She had started another bar fight because a guy wouldn’t leave her alone. “Happy, I was fine, I laid out three guys.” y/n smiled up at Happy. Happy felt his heart twitch at her smile. They had been friends forever. She followed him down from Tacoma. Leaving her life behind there since her life mostly consisted of Happy, fighting and motorcycles. She loved SAMCRO as well. All the guys taking a liking to her the moment a guy made a smart remark to Gemma, she knocked the guy out cold and proceeded to talk to Chibs like nothing happened. Gemma laughed so hard, Clay confused slightly. “Little girl..” “Call me by my name Happy!” “y/n, you make me think I need to have you glued to my hip!” y/n felt her phone go off, she seen his name and her face turn to a ghost white. Happys eyebrow twitched, confused on her reaction.

y/n got off her bike and followed Happy to his house. He walked to his bedroom, y/n opening his fridge grabbing a beer. She drank a few sips, throwing the top in the trash can. She sat on the couch seeing a thong. She frowned a bit seeing it. She knew Happy was a sex addicted, it did not surprise her too much. She used a napkin to hold it. “Your girlfriend left something here.” She said hearing Happys footsteps. Happy looked to see a pink thong from the other night. His stomach dropped, he cared for y/n, she probably hated him for it. “I know you’re a sex addict Happy, just clean it up.” y/n said standing up chugging the beer. She threw it away, looking back at Happy. “I gotta go.” “I thought we where going riding?” “Something came up.” y/n waved and walked out of the house. Happy punched a wall. He wanted to strangle the croweater that “forgot” that there.

y/n walked into the club to see her ex sitting at the bar. She sat down “What do you want Greg?” “Come back to Tacoma and we won’t have any issue.” “Quit threatening me.” y/n grumbled. “Or what? You going to send that big bad biker my way? What is it with him? Hmmm? Maybe I should pay him a visit. I don’t like people touching what is mine..” Greg whispered in y/ns ear, sliding a knife across her cheek. She winced at the pain. “Leave him alone, he did nothing to you. We are just friends. Lie detector me if you want.. fucking crooked ass cop..” Soon y/n felt a fist to her cheek, and another to her ribs. She coughed up some blood Greg smirking at this. “No one can have you… but me..” “Remember… I know your bloody secret..” Greg stood up. The bartender quickly came around, looping his arm around y/n. “Are you ok…?” Y/n nodded, the bartender carrying y/n to the back room. He grabbed a first aid kit, cleaning her cut. “Sorry for the ruckus..” “No man should ever hit a woman… My name is Leon.” “Y/n..” “Nice to meet you y/n” “Likewise.”

It had been a few days, you had not answered any of Happys calls. You had one cracked rib and one broken, moving was a bitch. You face still swollen from the cut. You hurd your front door open. “Baby?” You hurd Gemmas voice. She walked to your bedroom to see you asleep. She seen your face, also your ribs bruised since you only slept in panties and a bra. “y/n..” you woke up quickly pointing a gun at the blury figure. You closed and reopened your eyes to see Gemma. You put down your gun. “How did you…?” “Remember, you gave me a key..” you nodded to Gemma.  You gave her a key when you hid her from Clay after he beat her. “Happy is worried about you.. what happened?” “Gem.. don’t…” “No mother bear shit right now.. I got into a fight. I am fine.” “You need to tell Happy about your ex…” “How did you know?…” “Juice…” you sighed putting your head in your hands. “He is dangerous… very dangerous.. he is a cop… a dirty.. dirty cop..” Gemma nodded. “let me tell him Gem.” “Alright baby.. tell him soon. Party tonight. Show up. Need my girl there.” She walked over kissing y/n on the head.

y/n went to turn on the water, only droplets coming out. “fuck..” She sighed walking to see a paper slid under her door. City Ordinance. Water will be shut off for 48 hours. Should be back on by Thursday. Sorry for any inconvenience.  

Gemma made it back to TM, Happy waiting in the office. “I shut off the water. She should be calling you soon.” Gemma smirked. Happy chuckled a bit nodding. Gemma did not want to alarm him about her condidtion quite yet. Happy felt his phone buzz.

You: “Bitch ass city cut of my water… can I shower at your place..?”

Happy: “Sure little girl. Where have you been..?”

You: “Busy.. explain later.”

Happy: “Ok.”

You: “If I find another pink thong.. I am going to choke you with it.”

Happy: “Fuck.. let me go check.” ;)

You: “Sex addict.”

Happy: “Adrenaline Junkie”

You: “Trigger Happy bitch.”

Happy: “Tattoo covered slut.”

You: “Twice condom using cheap fuck.”

Happy: “Hey! I am mindfull of excessive spending..”

You: “No Happy… just No…”

y/n drove to Happys with a bag of clothes to change into. She opened the door to see Happy watching cartoons. “Thanks, for letting me shower.” “Happy stood up quickly.” “You forgot to lock the door.” Happy nodded walking over to her. He seen the scratch on her face and the bruise on her other cheek. “Y/N…. What is that from? Is this why you have been..” “Happy don’t.. let me shower first…” Happy growled and walked her to the bathroom grabbing her a towel.

She showered, relaxing in the hot water. Happy hurd her phone buzz. He seen a text message, opening it up. “You better be making arrangements to move back here. Remember you dumb bitch you are mine and no one elses. Do not make me bring that biker into this.. I can make the rest of your ribs match the others.” Happy was seething. He loved y/n. he loved her since the where kids. She said she had trouble with an ex… why had he not looked into it more.. He called Juice “Juice.. look up this phone number..” “Ok Man, sec.”

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To Celebrate 200 Followers!!
  1. ”Who’s it’s possible that both of us took out the trash
  2. God, that woman pisses me off to no end!…but that’s why I want her 
  3. “I’m on middle of the fucking fight! Stop it!
  4. I’m gonna throw up, I hope that’s cool 
  5. Come on woman! 
  6. I broke two lower ribs, my stomach is full plum color.. Sleeping is kinda hard
  7. “Jump!”
    “What?!”
    “Aim for the tree!”
  8. “Do you think this is a good idea?”
    “My honest opinion is that this is the worst idea I’ve gotten since going to college, but..”
  9. You broke me out of the prison for this? As grateful as I am for getting me down from that wall, I don’t think you want me messing with that
  10. The kid was around adults all day, he knew how to approach them easily. 
  11. Toni was uncomfortably leaning backwards  on her hands as Scott stitched the wound inches below where the sport bra ended.
  12.  I have a breathing fucking creature inside my stomach, if you want to talk to me, you better fucking speak nice to me.    
  13. “Did you eat my lasagne last night?”
    “I haven’t even seen you in weeks.”
    “That doesn’t mean you haven’t broken into my flat. Remember, I know you.”
  14.   did he just..? Tell me he didn’t just put foot through my door
  15.  “What’s happening with Tom?”
    “Oh it’s full war with him.”
  16. ”Are the knots too tight?”
    “I don’t care.”
    “Well they’re on you..”
  17. She got her ribs kicked in for this?!
  18. “You sure that this is good idea?”
    “This is an great idea, what are you even talking about?”
  19.  “Can I get you something stronger?”
    “What would you suggest, barkeep?”
    “Rum and coke, without rum of course.”
  20. She’s the type of person who will pull the trigger for you when you’re too weak to do this yourself
  21.  You couldn’t have choice the worst time to do that
  22.  She could barely move her toes without grimacing in pain.
  23. With a broken nose and a stitches on her cheek, she showed up at senior’s prom and started a fight
  24. “Who are you?”
    “I’m someone who the people you own money are afraid of.”
  25. “Was that a gunshot?”
    “Gunshots don’t echo, fireworks do.”
    “Was that yes or no to the gun”
  26. I think she grew up with at least one broken rib at any given time
  27. That’s a brave fucking kid
  28.  I stared down at my hands, as people walked past the stairs, laughing and talking to each others. I was starting to feel the pain on my knuckles.
  29. Charlotte lifted her hoodie over her head covering herself from the world and stuffed her hands into the front pockets of hers jeans hunching hers shoulders closer to hers body as if trying to be unnoticeable.
  30. The itching rope was rubbing against my wrists as I tried to yank the rope off, they had bound my legs from ankles and up my knees. Something was tied around my neck, it restrained me from moving, which was obviously doing it’s job right. 
  31. To family. What wouldn’t she do? She took the punches for her siblings, from fists of her father and words of so many who ever were relevant.
  32. “Don’t run!
    “But he’s staring right at me”
  33. You have to admit, she’s great at what she does.
  34. If they trap us, we have good 50 minutes before we could get help. So don’t mess up.
  35. She was the first one to reach there and she took the worst of it
  36. He tightened his grip on my arm again and dug his nails into my skin.
  37. Three of them all squished into the back seat of the car. 
  38. Tyler had my teel backpack on his shoulder, his big form looking ridiculous with such a color
  39. “You thought he was crazy and you decided to just sat down next to him?”
    “He’s an nice guy”
  40. “You can’t deny that this isn’t relaxing.”
    “We are in prison. Nothing relaxing about this”
  41. “We don’t speak about the accident, Dara!”
    “No, no, we do not talk about it! Only mention it several times and wait someone to snap at us!”
    “They will beat us down and yell until we tell them the secret behind the accident.”
  42. Joisie knew that smirk on Rosa’s face. It wasn’t even a smirk, it was just disturbing lift of her red painted lips as she marched through the dance floor.
  43. “What are you doing?“
    “Depends are you going to judge me  or not?“
    “It really depends if you’re cleaning blood off your shirt?”
  44. Her head hurt. Almost enough for her to put a bullet in her own head
  45. “Pretended to be my sister!”
    “Seriously, again? Who lies about having a sister to get a girl?”
  46. “This is going to hurt.“
    “To be honest, you’d done much”
  47. “If I one more time wake up with duct tape over my mouth, I will throw you out of the fucking balcony.”
    “It’s not my fault that you snore!” 
  48. “You could’ve called, Kurt.”
    “Is he home?”
    “Passed out cold mid-way up the stairs. 
  49. She can pass the polygraph easily, you know that.
  50. Following people isn’t nice, you know. 
  51. Someone came to clean up the place?
  52. “Can you contact him?”
    “It isn’t so easy..”
    “Can you or can you not?”
  53. “You look bit homeless there”
    “I am bit homeless, though” 
  54. My clothes weight so much because of this damn mud. 
  55. I can’t hold you, you fat bastard. Use your feet to climb
  56. Only you would ask somebody who you met for the first time to break you out of a damn prison
  57. She will kill you if that’s the only way to get him back
  58. You know what they called me. You know my reputation 
  59. “You didn’t actually kill him, did you?”
    “Well now, you really have to define killing and accidentally letting him die”
  60. Not answering the phone is not a new thing for her
  61. Should I apologize and kick you or not apologize and kick you.
  62. And once again we are on the starting point. Crying on the playground.
  63. I’m working on my anger issues and seeing you angers me the most, so stay the hell away
  64. I’m not saying we should worry, but we have no breaks and the bridge is ending.
  65. We have a lead. Well, it’s more of a stupid ass guess, but it’s somethin’
  66. “Where did you bury her?”
    “Lake Baika”
  67. “We have possible sighting of her in Waterfront Park, Seattle”
    “How sure?“
    “It’s her. It’s definitely her.”
  68. “Your name is James? But you’re a girl“
    “My father was in drugs when he decided it“
  69. Explain the blood
  70. I pulled the trigger, hoping that the bullet magically would turn around and kill me instead
  71. “I’m a graphic designer, not a firefighter!”
    “Nobody told you how to throw water to a fire?”
  72. who did you manage to fell asleep in the bathtub?
  73. You really have high tolerance of pain, don’t ya?
  74. “Does your shoulder hurt?”
    “I have a butcher knife sticking out of me! What the fuck do you think?!”
  75. It’s amazes me how you are willingly to put your body through everything only to hurt her
  76. “Will you dig me out if this collapses in?
  77. She slowly brought the spoon to her mouth, closing her eyes as the warm liquid touched her lips. It was like she was afraid to eat. 
  78. There was no sympathy in her words
  79. Her past flickered in her eyes, the torture and pain coming back in waves.  
  80. Have you eaten breakfast yet?
  81. If she hits someone again, she will get kicked out
  82. She might be in prison by then
  83. She threw her bag and the cigarettes on the backseat
  84. She laid on her bed, pouring last of the mashed up chips down her throat. Relaxing her arms and letting them slam down against the mattress. 
  85. She didn’t fight back, not against him.“
  86. Tell me that this is never going change”
    “But the truth is, this is going to change.
  87. I jumped to the couch, placing my leg on his lap. “Touch me.” I dramatically whispered, “I just shaved.” Isaiah laughed, pushing my legs away. 
  88. Ohhh, that ain’t good
  89. I don’t aim on being the sweetheart one
  90. I kept the helm of the dress up, as I ran towards Leo, grabbing him into one arm hug
  91. After I had kicked the ball to Gordon, a third leg intervened, tackling me to the ground. 
  92. His leg managed to connect left side of my face
  93. On second period, I dragged myself in my car and passed out in the backseat
  94. She and Diego did every single thing that a parents would do for their kids
  95. You still don’t seem to understand. She doesn’t care if she dies, and that’s a biggest problem for us
  96. I am parked outside your house, so get your ass out here or we’re gonna leave
  97. Okay, I just want to put you on mute right now
  98. My girl, you are crazy as hell
  99. Bennett leaned against the wall, staring down at my shoes as I nervously tapped it against the ground
  100. You do whatever you hate to do to save her
  101. “Don’t be an asshole this time, okay?”
    “If you mean the blood mojito thing, it wasn’t my fault –“
    “It was definitely your fault, so shut up.”
  102. She had her head over the sink, both doctors stapling her busted up head
  103. “Put a towel under your head so the sheets won’t be bloody.”
  104. The bandages around my torso constricted painfully as I drew in a deep breath, hoping the stitches wouldn’t tear. 
  105. It’s special if he choice you from 23 girls.”
    “Yes, or he might be a serial killer or creepy otherwise.”
    “Or like last time, it might be grandpa of one of our girls and you have to bring your medical past back up.”
  106. Okay, that was an aggressive door slam.
  107. ”Just a heads up, Eric’s looking for you”
    Of course he is.”
  108.  One week here, and she stabbed three of our staff members, landed seven patient into medical care.  
  109. She’s the best damn sniper in this base
  110. I mean let’s be honest. This isn’t exactly working. 
  111. You still believe in happy endings? 
  112. Both of them could see the silvery white scar, about a half an inch wide, midway down her rib cage. 
  113. Ronnie was regretting her idea of putting high heeled ankle boots as she struggled to keep up with Nikki, who was walking ahead, kicking the snow and sleet
  114. Half-finished cigarette stumps were scattered on the last step
  115. My job is to run in front of everyone and not to get killed. Simple
  116. I jumped around to keep the balance as I ripped my shoe off, chunking it away to corner.
  117. “Anslo is going to kill you”
    “Quite many people are going to kill me”
  118. “I don’t think you understand.. I’m not an angel. I kill people, I murder people.. it’s my work, my job is to kill.”
  119. “If you ever again hurt her, look at her bad way.. I will kick in your miserable little balls. I will show you how it feels like to be beaten by somebody how once said ‘I love you’ to you. I can make it to hurt..”
  120. ”You should get somebody who actually wants to help you”
    “I will buy you double”
  121. “Could you explain why you are even with him?”
    “Somebody’s gotta do it. I’m taking a bullet for everybody else”
  122. “How can you even sleep next to him?”
    “Well, the snarleks is paying off with other things”
    “I don’t wanna even know.”
  123. Hey Mikey! Your father wants you to phone!
  124. You want to play her game? Don’t. You don’t want to get into it, believe me.
  125. Drown on a fish pool asshole
  126. Apparently I’m only good at taking beatings
  127. “I trust her”
    “It doesn’t matter. She doesn’t trust herself.”
  128. Someone just proposed in our dorm. Anybody know who’s Marley
  129. The dwarf looked her with disgust
  130. “Do you think she will stay?”
    “Knowing her.. I think she will 
  131. “You were supposed to bring the ladder”
    “I did. The bike is the ladder.”
    “No! Bike is not a ladder.”
    “I hold it, you climb up the wall of amazement.” 
  132. She wouldn’t last much longer, both of them knew it. Her knees were going to give up soon
  133. She leaned her forehead against the wall, letting the cold water run down her back.  
  134. “The safe house in Casablanca has been compromised”
  135. He ran up the stairs of Pinehurst Avenue 
  136. On the back roads of Nebraska, custom made Harley left a dusty cloud behind as it roared down the gravel route. 
  137. “I got inspired by genius but insane dictator Adolf Hitler, and got six.”
    “I can’t possibly imagine what word you got.”
    “Hither.”
  138. Lee can’t stop laughing, so I already have thoughts about this.
  139. “Question is, would I lie to you?”
    “Yes!”
    “She totally would.”
  140. I once had to dive out of my girlfriend’s window because his father tried to chop me in half with an axe
  141. Whatever she says, you do and you follow her 
  142. Don’t get into a fucking knife fight
  143. “Do you want me to do it?”
    “No.”
    “Are you sure? Hundred present sure? I have great change of breaking his neck”
  144. I just need to you are  alright, call me back.
  145. I may be getting way too old for this
  146. “I have to… go.. Need to shower my.. cat”
    “She doesn’t want to talk you assbag, go along”
  147. “Shut up, you don’t have option in this. Take the fucking leather tie off and don’t do anything stupid.”
  148. “Yeah, give her a reason to trust you even less!”
    “It’s not my fault that she can’t trust anybody!”
    “No, it’s exactly people like you why she can’t do that anymore.”
  149. You can’t just keep hitting everything you see 
  150. “You look like..”
    “Mess? I’m aware”
  151. You just fucked up our dinner!
  152. “What are you –?”
    “My father was one of the nutcases that were obsessed with zombie outbreak. Turns out that fucker was right.”
  153. Let the man in before he breaks my doorbell
  154. “I’m going to stay out of it this time. My old man is going to send me in Chicago if I get expelled one more time.”
    “What’s in Chicago?”
    “Not him.”
  155. I hold my books up against his chest, to keep his face coming even inch closer. 
  156. “Don’t be childish!”
    “What does that even mean?”
  157. If you haven’t noticed, huge part of my leg is in the desert in Afghanistan
  158. Charles had never understood her, but he had accepted that he couldn’t  
  159. John poured half bottle of vodka on me
  160. “He’s passed out in very weird position in the bathroom.”
  161. Stop slapping me with rings on! It h.u.r.t.s!
  162. Stop asking me to be your girlfriend! 
  163. Help me get off these stupid boyshorts.
  164. I can’t feel my thighs 
  165. Do you know how much replacing doors cost? Windows are also so fucking expensive.
  166. just remember personal space with her and you will be alright
  167. “You are so needy right now”
    “I’m aware”
  168. the game of ‘don’t touch the jellyfish’ is more painful than I thought
  169. there’s no people in 10 miles and I managed to run into a maniac
  170. “Do I have to?”
    “Sooner or later.”
    “Well I’m sure she’s willing to tell everything to you.”
  171. Do you think I can swallow the charge cord?
  172. “Do we have a ladder?”
    “If you’re trying to take the perfect photo of Empire State Building in our roof. No, we do not own a ladder.”
    “I just want to take the poster down from the ceiling.”
  173. “Are you and - ?”
    “Jackson. We are roommates.”
  174. “It’s landlord!”
    “Okay, we practiced this! Go, go!”
  175. yeah, you tried to drink beer out of you eye, it was quite amusing to look actually 
  176. Who did you run into a gun wielding gang within a two minutes entering here?
  177. “That’s not smart!”
    “I’m not trying to be smart!”
  178. “He has slight problems”
    “Slight?!”
    “I mean, we can discuss this whole night but”
  179. “When’s the last time you ate? And I mean real food.”
    “I had those ribs two days ago at your house”
  180. She has friends in high places, that’s why she has the job
  181. “How’s she alive?”
    “I’ve been asking that since she was born”
  182. “Does she have TV in there?”
    “Had. But her idea of shutting it off was to shoot it, so”
  183. “Go low!”
    “Low? What do you mean low? Stop confusing me!”
  184. You wrapped pizza box.. most amazing birthday present ever 
  185. “You mind if I crash here?”
  186. He uses fancy words that I don’t understand
  187. “Is your hair still green?”
    “I don’t think my mother really wants to me to ruin my hair again”
  188. Just pull your hood up. 
  189. You are same age now that your mother got you, she may not be worried but I am! 
  190. Your father looks like bodybuilding Santa. It’s quite attractive 
  191. “I know nobody here. What I’m going to do?”
    “Blend in.”
  192. Can you stop hanging out alone in the bathrooms when we are in parties? 
  193. What we discussed about the B-word?
  194. “So he can call you bitch but I can’t?”
    “You already call me slut. Easy with the insults okay?”
  195. “Why do you have a shirt with my face in it?”
    “You’re my best friend”
  196. “What’s wrong with you?”
    “I have kind of fucked up nerve ends”
  197. I got no fucking gun!
  198. What does under control mean to you? Because you have bazooka in your hands and I don’t think it’s safety to blast it inside the house  
  199. “You’re dating a firefighter?”
    “Well dating is a strong term to use”
  200. It’s like you don’t even know how much I love you
The Joker x Reader - “Old Habits”

Everyone in the underworld answers to The Organization. This only happens once, but you will be auctioned to the other members that already served their term and for 6 months you will belong to that person. You have to do anything they ask, both on personal and business level. All the profits go to The Organization; you can’t keep anything for yourself; you can’t escape, you can’t avoid it, just postpone the inevitable. After your 6 months, you can choose and stay as a bidder (just like you did).

“We’ll start the bidding at $500.000 ! “ the auctioneer points towards The Joker, who is chained to the wall and sure doesn’t look pleased with this evening’s events. But there is nothing he can do about it and he is aware of it. He certainly fought them, that’s why he’s tight up. J should have known better but …there he is.

You lift your hand up and so do several more.

“You’re popular, Mister Joker” the announcer snickers and you know J enough to notice he might snap soon. Please don’t do anything reckless, it’s only going to make it worse, you think to yourself, worried.

“What about a million dollars, hm?”

Poison Ivy turns towards you, winking:

“Wanna share him? We can go half-half girl,” she bites her lip, enthusiastic.

“Not on J, Ivy”, you answer, determined to hold your ground.

“Uhhhh, you’re no fun Y/N! But I can understand how powerful an old flame can be… ” she sighs, playing with her hair.

“ 2 million?” you hear and you lift your hand again. So many wanting him… If anybody else gets The Clown Prince of Crime it won’t be pretty. He can probably handle it… and yet something inside you doesn’t want you to give up.

“ 5 million! “ you raise your voice and all heads turn towards you.

The Joker finally notices you and grinds his teeth, definitely not glad with the encounter.

“6!” Ivy waves at the auctioneer, excited.

“7!” you keep on going, irritated she is just doing it to antagonize you.

“8!”

You take a deep breath and loudly exclaim:

“12 million!” People start talking and whispering and Ivy pouts, already bored:

“She can have him for that price,” she giggles, elbowing you. You pinch her arm, smiling and relieved you won.

“12 million going once, going twice…. Mister Joker is sold to Miss Y/N for 12 million!”

Everyone starts clapping and congratulating you; he just stares with a blank expression on his face, wanting to kill everyone in the huge room. At least he didn’t do anything stupid for once.

***********************

“Untie him,” you command once J is brought to your quarters. He starts cussing, trying to kick the guards and you cover his mouth while they take the chains off.

“Please shut up, you’ll get in trouble. It’s your turn and there is nothing you can do about it. If you run or try to trick them, they will take away everything from you and you’ll have nothing to get back to in Gotham, you know it. Most than likely you’ll end up dead; they don’t like rebellions, no matter who the person is. Are you good now?” you ask and his chest goes up and down really fast but he nods a yes. “Good, “you let go and the guards are done too. “Leave us,” you signal and once they are gone you close the door behind them, finally relaxing a bit.

“Where the hell were you???!!!” he stomps towards you, extremely furious and pushes you so brutally you almost fall on your back. “You just left me without a word???!!  Gone for 8 months and now I find myself here with you as my buyer for the next half a year?!!! Do…do you know how long I’ve… I’ve searched for you?” he takes it down a notch, keeping his hands in his hair, panting.

You just regain your balance and calmly inform him:

“You know I postponed my time for as long as I could until they didn’t play along anymore. They came for me at my apartment and I had to go. I couldn’t contact you because they don’t allow it, you know the rules. I thought you would have guessed on why I disappeared…I didn’t leave you…” you blink faster, rubbing your cheeks, not wanting to get too emotional about it.

“Why didn’t you come back, hm?” he points his finger at you, still mad. “Your 6 months were up two months ago!!!”

“I stayed for you!” you suddenly scream and he frowns, not expecting it. “I knew your time will be up soon and you won’t be able to avoid it. I wanted to buy you so none of the ones having a grudge against you will !!!! Once you leave you can’t come back so I stayed. That’s why I chose to remain here as a bidder, you, you…ungrateful JERK!!!” you lash out at him, upset and almost regretting your decision.

“Jeez, thanks,” The Joker has the nerve to sarcastically mock you, even if on the inside he gets the picture.

“You dare talking to me like this, J?!” you tremble with anger, trying not to have a meltdown. “You know this is everyone’s chance to get revenge on those whom they don’t like or have a grudge against. And you, King of Gotham… “ you smirk, fuming with vexation,”… have a lot of enemies among our own. You should be so grateful right now that you’re mine and not someone else’s! Do you know Ivy wanted to share, huh? Do you know what happens to the men she buys? I’ve seen it and it’s not pretty. Harvey hates you, he would have torn you to pieces until the bitter end of your 6 months. Riddler would have driven you insane, really insane; you wouldn’t have recognized yourself at the end of your time!!! You think you know mind games? HA! Try his!… And the list goes on and on!”

You take a deep breath because spitting out this stuff made you all worked up.

J definitely seems speechless for once; he keeps on looking at you up and down, debating:

“Who… who bought you?” he utters, taking off his jacket and placing it on the bed.

“I was lucky it was Dr. Freeze,” you sniffle. “Due to his…condition, I mostly just had to do the business part for The Organization. A few times…”, he sees your eyes getting teary, “…I don’t want to talk about it, OK? And then I stayed…waiting for you…so I can get you and nobody else. That’s how much I cared. But don’t worry, that’s not the case anymore,” you hiss at him, regaining your composure. “ I just wanted to repay you for that time during the Wayne Industry heist you saved my life. I don’t want to owe you, understand?” you quickly make up a reason this way it won’t show how hurt you are. He has no idea what you’ve been through and what it took for you to stay when all you desired was to leave and run back to him.

The Joker just lifts his shoulders up, puckering his lips:

“So this means I don’t have to sleep with you and all that stuff since I’m yours for 6 months?”

“Exactly, I don’t want you to touch me; just worry about the business part of it and get them as much money as they want!  I’m responsible for you so try not to get us both killed. Then you’re done and that’s it. If you want to stay as a bidder afterwards, it will be your choice,” you grumble, shaking your head since J is really getting on your nerves.

He deliberates for a few seconds before talking again:

“So…what am I supposed to do if I…get…the urge, Doll?”

“What?!” you snarl, not amused. The Joker was hoping it would make you smile.“Whatever you did while I was gone!” you bark at him and head towards the bathroom, adamant to take a shower, maybe it will help cool you off.

You hear the knock in the door and it scares you. Were you two really loud?! Hopefully they didn’t hear the argument or you’re in big trouble.

“Take your shirt off, quickly!” you tell him while you pull your dress over your head, taking your bra off and tossing it to the side. He knows why so for once he does as asked and you push him in bed, getting on top of him really fast and covering everything you can with the blanket.

“Come in,” you turn your head and one of the guards walks in, averting his eyes when he sees the both of you like that.

“What is it? I’m busy enjoying my prize!” you growl, covering your breasts with your hands.

“I’m so…so sorry to interrupt, Miss Y/N. I have the Organization’s list of everything Mister Joker has to do for 6 months, all the heists, kidnappings and…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” J replies, irked, getting on his elbows. “Just get out, we know the drill; the lady’s having fun, OK? She sure wants her money’s worth so I have to get back to business, like…NOW!”

“Leave that stuff on the table,” you point with your head and the guard obliges, turning around afterwards and exiting your quarters.

“Of course, m-my apologies again,” he nervously stammers, closing the door.

“Good, this helped, it looks believable,” you whisper. “Would you take your hand out of my bikini?!” you slap his arm, trying to kick him in the crotch as you get off him.

“Heyyyy, watch the merchandise, you paid 12 million for it!” J snickers and he doesn’t like the fact that you’re still upset. But he was a complete ass, so…

“You’re not worth it, trust me…” you sadly reply and he bites his tongue because he sure wants to say something very mean. “I’m going for a shower, I have 2 more bathrooms in my quarters, pick one,” you let him know with a sour expression on your face, heading back towards your own.

*************************

“So I’m sleeping here?” he inquires, slamming 4 pillows on the bed.

“Yes, you know the rules: you have to sleep in the same bed with your buyer. Sometimes they raid the rooms at night, they sure don’t care about privacy too much. You can’t lock the doors, ever.  We have to follow protocol.”

The Joker huffs, fiddling around with his boxers before sitting down.

“How was sleeping in the same bed with Dr. Freeze?” he inquires, watching you roll your eyes:

“Cold!” you shortly reply and continue: “This is a double king so there’s plenty of space. Make sure you stay on your side, don’t try your sneaky ways with me,” you warn him, getting comfortable under your comforter. You reach your hand and turn off the lamp when you hear:

“Hey, Y/N, do they have stripers here?”

“Shut the hell up, J!” you place the cover on top of your head, hoping he’ll be quiet.

“No, seriously, do they?” he tries again.

Since you don’t answer, The Joker assumes he can continue yapping:

“I think you should know I might have got somebody pregnant.”

“For God’s sake, give it a rest, will you?” you turn on the other side. “I don’t care!”  but after a few seconds he is so pleased to hear your muffled voice from under the covers: “Did you really?!”

His maniacal laughter resonates in the bedroom and you decide not to say anything anymore.

************************

You wake up sweating, feeling really hot and you realize why: he got under your comforter and he’s squeezing the life out of you in his sleep.

“J, wake up, go on your side!” you take his hands away from around your waist, not wanting him so close to you. “This better be your gun!” you push him away, not entertained at the situation.

“Nope, not my gun, you know I sleep naked,” he groans, half asleep. “Old habits, don’t flatter yourself,” and he tries to snuggle by you again.

“I’m not. Stop bugging me, I mean it!” you punch him in the arm, aggravated again.

“Don’t hit me!” he musters, trying really hard not to hit you back. “…What the hell is this?!” J grumbles, feeling your skin from under your t-shirt.

“Not all my missions were easy, I have more scars now, “you confess, not happy at the memories, pulling away from him and he finally lets go and rolls over towards his side of the bed.

“I’m sure you deserved it,” he maliciously responds, getting cozy with his pillows. He certainly likes to bite.
“Just make sure you do what you have to do for your 6 months and then you’re done…we’re done with this nonsense…” you sulk since you are fed up with his crap.

“Whatever, I don’t give a damn!” he has one last outburst before winding down. “Hey, Y/N, can you imagine me sleeping in the same bed with Dead Shot or Harvey? Those guys are boring.”

And you thought he was done. But you don’t reply.

“But Ivy though… that woman knows how to make other men want her and… ouch, hey, watch it!” The Joker protests when he receives one of your pillows right in the face. “ I’m keeping this one too,” he decides, and he hears you mumble not very nice things; it pleases him to realize he still has the power to antagonize you.

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He came back from one of his mission with a black eye. Because of his pale skin, it looks so much worse than it is.

“Can you see?” you ask, staring at his eye: definitely doesn’t look clear blue anymore: just red, swollen and inflamed.

“Somewhat,” J sighs, grabbing the ice bag from your hand and placing it over his bruise.

“You should go to one of the doctors here, I don’t want you to go blind,” you pout, unconsciously keeping your hand on top of his.
“I thought you don’t care, Doll,” he pushes your hand away, pretending to be in pain.

“I don’t,” you are fast to respond. “I just want you to be able to continue with your assignments, remember I am responsible for you.  Are you sure you don’t need a doctor?”

“Pffttt, I’m OK, I’m The Joker. I don’t need anybody for anything,” he puffs, hinting at you not being important to him.

Like you need clues.

“Yes, honey,” you make it a point of being overly sarcastic while saying it, “we are all aware of that!” and you slam the door, leaving the confused J sitting on the couch with a displeased expression on his face. He sure believed you will put up with his temper and venomous remarks and baby him. This is what you used to do…

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He returned from a robbery with two bullet wounds in his right arm. The medical team took care of that and patched him up well, but you know it’s not going to be easy: he’s never been a good patient.

He keeps on tossing and turning, wincing in pain while you want to nap. You try not to pay attention but he won’t quit. You even cover your head with a pillow; it’s no use.

“Doll, I think I have a fever,” he whines, pulling at your blanket.

“Uuuhhhhh,” you get up on your side, wishing you have shared him with Ivy so she can get a taste of his wonderful interpersonal skills. But since you didn’t…joke’s on you. “No you don’t!” you snap but move towards him anyway to check. Old habits

“See? I’m burning up,” J complains and starts purring when you touch his forehead.

“You’re fine, you don’t seem… too…hot…” you utter and glare when he takes your hand and kisses it.

“I am hot, maybe horny, can’t really tell,” he flashes his silver smile at you, winking.

“Stop your stupid games!” you back out, regretting you felt for it.

“What games?! I got shot and I’m in pain. Com’ere,” he gestures for you and it makes you cringe.

“No, I’m fine where I am,” you decline and The Joker is not used with rejection. He opens his mouth to say something vicious and you just ignore him. “Good night!” you cut it short, wanting to rest. You manage to put your ear plugs in, not willing to listen to a single word that comes out of his mouth anymore. He sure blurred out a lot of things that you didn’t hear.

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2 in the morning and you wake up startled, not knowing why. You stretch, adjusting against your body pillow when you hear J groan in his sleep, uncomfortable from his fresh wounds he got on another commision today.

He’s dozing off in the middle of the bed and since you have the nightlight on you can distinguish the grimace of pain on his face and messy green hair all over the place. You watch his restless sleep for a while and bite your cheek, worried without even noticing. You move close to him and touch his forehead but it doesn’t seem like he has a fever.

You remember how you used to comfort him when he got injured in the past and you press your lips against the bandages, not even knowing why you’re doing it. Old habits

“What are you doing, Pumpkin?” J yawns, scrunching up his face with his eyes closed.

“Kissing it better,” you bitterly reply and can’t help but sensing your heart beating faster when he answers:

“It does feel better…” and he softly pulls on your hair, snoozing, playing with the long strands until he’s out cold again. You wouldn’t know that what you did sure relaxed him; he wouldn’t admit to it even if it kills him, but he really misses your touch. Old habits

You swear in your mind this is the only time you will be nice to him since he really screwed up. You have to be strong, this way you can have revenge for all the anguish you suffered for his sake.

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Today is the end of his 6 months service and The Joker ended up being stabbed on his mission. Since it’s quite a superficial lesion, they allowed him to take the rest of the day off. He mopes around the quarters, delighted his ordeal is over with. He sure didn’t enjoy serving his time for The Organization. So much money, diamonds and guns he got for them and he couldn’t keep anything. He completely detests it but there was no way around it.

Where is she? J wonders since he didn’t see you at all today. He really wants to get out of there as soon as possible.

You enter the rooms with the 4 guards and seem deep in thought. When you leave the premises for good you have to always be accompanied by them; you can’t take anything with you; all stays behind.

“Finally, Y/N, let’s get out of here!” he impatiently grabs your hand and starts dragging you out. “Walk faster!” J barks and after a few moments you yank your hand away, staying behind while the security team closely follows his steps. He turns his head, reaching for you again while pacing down the hallway.

“Come on, what you are doing?! Move it!”

“I’m staying…” The Joker hears your voice echoing and he halts, alarmed, not even knowing why he has this strong desire for you to follow him.

“You’re what?!” he tilts his head, irritated and wants to head back towards you but the guards won’t let him.

“You can’t go back, sir, you know the rules. Please keep on walking!”

“What the hell are you doing, Y/N?! Let’s go!” he yells, trapped in between the wardens.

You blink fast a few times, hesitant. You sure want to get out of the place as fast as him… yet:

“They’re bringing Frost in tomorrow,” you talk loud enough so he can hear you. “I want to get him; a lot of them hate Jonny for his connection to you.”

“That’s so stupid, Doll! I thought you want to run out of here as soon as I was done with my time!” he shouts as the guards make him move again.

He keeps on looking back and you don’t say anything; you just lift your hand and wave a faint good-bye, your eyes getting watery while watch him depart. You don’t even know why you are so upset; he’s definitely not worth it.

“Fuck!” J grumbles, irked he won’t see you anytime soon. He can’t understand why his selfish self keeps on having doubts about leaving you behind; you’re definitely not worth it. “Hold on!” he gets the attention of his wardens. He takes a deep breath and passes his fingers through his hair, wanting to keep his mouth shut but something inside makes him pronounce the words: “I’m staying as a bidder.”

“Are you sure, Mister Joker?” one of the guys double checks.

“Yes, I’m sure, even if I’m aware this is the most stupid ass decision I’ve ever made…besides dating her, of course,” he scoffs, heading back towards you.

You pretend you don’t care at all when he comes in front of you and starts rambling, dramatically gesturing to accentuate his feelings:

“If you think you will get Frost and sleep with him in the same bed without me supervising the whole damn thing, you’re wrong!”

“Huh?!” you look so confused when he angrily hugs you.

Him and his stupid jealousy… Old habit.

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http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153664676321/joker-x-reader-masterlist

Corina

TITLE Corina

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 5

AUTHOR: lokilover9

Original Imagine: Imagine you’re an Asgardian Woman married to a nobleman. After a few years into your marriage, he begins to ignore you sexually. Each time you are both invited to Royal gatherings, he gets a bit drunk and acts like an ass so you avoid him. You’ve also noticed how incredibly gorgeous Loki is and often had to snap yourself out of staring at him.

NOTES/WARNINGS: None

Loki and Corina laid quietly relaxing, but the suspense of not knowing what happened to Gunnar was killing her.

“Please?” She asked him. “I’d really like to know.”

“If you must.” Loki chuckled. “Did you see what was being served for dessert?”

“You mean the ice cream with fruit and several flavored sauces?”

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My favorite college quotes

The intro to UP basically describes my life. Broken dreams and straight people

Wearing sunglasses is like having an instagram filter on for everything

See every time I try champagne I just want fizzy grape juice

I’m gonna be reincarnated as a banana slug. I’m not going to heaven with 40 virgins. My karma so no good.

Socks with pine trees. I have a forest of pine because I have so much pine for this boy

C is for cookie it’s good enough for me

Zac efron was a gift created by the gay gods. No one shall be bagging his dick unless it’s me and the bag is my ass

Sometimes I would love to be a big black man and scare the shit out of white people

- There are so many people that play violin.
I know, we’ll make two parts.
- Very good Wolfgang

*farts* I think that just describes my life. A long, slow fart

Me and this book had quite an affair

Fuck you vehicular manslaughter laws. I am above you.

Ohana means butt cheeks. (Or Obama if you’re autocorrect)

I draw the line here. And that line is between you and panties.

Tears from Leo deeper than the ocean the titanic sunk in

The only thing I know about my life is desserts -
I crave the cuddles so hard!!!

- Did any girl really come with a bra?
- No, man forced it upon us.

Can I borrow your window? I’m gonna throw up outside of it.

Humans are like cucumbers with anxiety (cuz we have the same water concentration)

My backs not a voicemail say it to my face bitch

Sorry doesn’t sweeten my fucking tea

My asshole gets jealous with all the shit that comes out of my mouth

In the venn diagram of gays and Jews the overlapping middle is musical theater

Hallelujah for sexy chicken!

Also money. Money can’t buy happiness. But it can buy chocolates and vibrators and that’s close enough

Sometime I forget that ice cream is cold.

I think Donald trump should suck all of this country’s oil through a straw

Ooops

I have been in such a wonder woman mood recently that I wrote a short ficlet.

Hope you like it.

Originally posted by wwprice1

Title: Work hard, play hard.

Diana Prince x femreader

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“(y/n) Wake up!”

You shot up to a seated position in alarm but soon relaxed when you saw Diana standing over you.

“Where’s the fire?”

“There is no fire.” She looked puzzled. “It is time to train.”

You looked over at Diana and she was indeed in her workout gear. You looked back at your clock to see it was half 5 in the morning.

“Look I know I am new to the justice league but does it really have to be so early?” You flop back onto your pillows.

“The battle waits for no woman. So get up. I will meet you in the gym.”

With that Diana left you to get ready. Groaning to yourself, you reluctantly got up.

You decided to for went the shower as Diana always made you work up a sweat.

You changed into you sweat pants and a sports bra. You saw no point wearing a shirt as the last couple of times you did, the shirt would get ripped.

Diana was beating into the punching bag by the time you got downstairs to the gym.

“I’m ready.” You spoke up because the last time you snuck up on her she punched you in the throat accidently. She hates people sneaking up on her and you learned the hard way.

Diana delivers one last blow to the bag before turning to you.

“Excellent. Today we will be working on your hand to hand combat as you blows are a bit too soft still.”

Diana steps on the mats and assumes a fighting stance. You join her and adopt a similar stance. Diana makes a come-hither gesture with her left hand and you run at her with your right arm raised with a fist to bring down to her jaw. She easily blocks and retaliates with a punch of her own to your ribs, causing you to double over. She saw the opportunity to land an elbow blow to your back dropping you to the floor.

“Seriously? I thought we would at least warm up a bit first.”

“You want me to take it easy on you?”

“Now that you put it that way no. No, I don’t” You would not be beaten by her. You had to prove yourself in her eyes. You had to one up her somehow.

You had begged her to train you. She finally gave in and you where over the moon with joy. She said that she wouldn’t go easy on you and she was right. With the early mornings and the non-stop fake battles. You still loved every second of it.

You stood up as assumed the fighting stance again. So did Diana.

“Come at me again but with more precision this time.”

She signalled for you to move forward and take her on. You did just that, ducking one of her punches and delivering one of your own to her hip. She recovered quickly and pulls you off your feet and pins you to the ground. She moves back and you start to fight again and again. Each time she pins you to the ground.

“What am I doing wrong?” You say with her looming over you.

“Your mind keeps wondering. You need to stay focused on the fight.”

How could you keep your mind from wondering when you were sparring with your crush? Diana was the first person who greeted you onto the team properly. She shook your hand with a sweet smile. From then on you were smitten.

Seeing her fight was another experience entirely. You had seen her sparring with Clark and that was a sight because neither one let up and they always ended with a draw. The fluid action of her body as she fought was better than any symphony. She was a killing machine in a goddess’s body.

She stayed hovering over you as your mind wondered. She was intrigued by you so much so that she hadn’t noticed that your hand had slide up to cup her face. You pulled her down and captured her lips in a tender kiss. Diana melted into the kiss, so much so that you were able to flip your positions. Your hands pinned hers above her head. You pulled away and smiled.

“Look whose mind wondered this time.” You smirked.

“You cheated.”

“I don’t see you complaining. I know you can have me pinned in seconds yet you aren’t moving.”

Diana surged up to kiss you again. This time you melted into the kiss. Diana sat you both up so you were straddling her thighs. Nothing more was needed. You exchanged lazy kisses and nothing more.

There was nothing more that was needed right now. Other than each other.

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I hope you liked it

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BECAUSE HOW CAN I IGNORE A OPPURNITY TO DRAW SWAP PAP IN A PINK BIKINI TOP???????

So, this is what I have been drawing all day today instead of drawing the stuff I had planned on working on :D oh well, at least I got some skeleton anatomy practice which is pretty good to do, because I know shit about it! pretty happy with the anatomy of the middle picture~

All is based on some of my favourite scenes in the new chapter of Skeleton Squatters and the Landlady which you can read HERE by @tyranttortoise because that fic is so damn awesome and I just love it so just go read it damn it!

The fish in Paps ribcage is kind of sexy (????)

I hope you’re happy @tyranttortoise, you did after all warn me there would be a Papy wearing a bikini top, so I should have know it would come to this <: