let it drive you insane

I say this to you all the time, and I’m hesitant to do it again. But if you knew me, if you knew about where I’ve been and about the nightmares I have at night, if you truly knew how much you mean to me and how much you’ve simply been for me, you’d understand. I can’t afford to lose you. I couldn’t take the pain that would come with that. My heart is physically incapable of seeking anything but to love and be loved, and that’s been screwed up for me plenty of times but you’re full of everything I could’ve hoped for in one person. I can’t say this certainly, and that’s only because I don’t truly and completely know what you see, but I think that I can thank you for seeing me and being satisfied.
—  @itsfangirlalex; Thank You. 🖤

i’m just thinking about taako and angus making ice cream and mags is just…eagerly waiting to try some, waiting for it to churn and begging them to use some magic to make it freeze faster (which for obvs reasons taako is adamantly against) and finally after hours of waiting taako scoops him a bowl and like before taako can even scoop angus one mags has already scarfed it down and waiting for more and angus gets a kick out of it so taako lets it slide..but he does it again so taako flings a scoop at his face and anyway this is how they find out that magnus is allergic to milk as he breaks out in a rash immediately 

touches & kisses

✩ jb (im jaebum) x got7
✩ bad boy/pierced!au
rated x warning: sexual content–kinkiest scenario i’ve written so far so yeah… if it’s not your cup of hot coco, shoo!
✩ for @letsdofrench / @venjaeance :’)

The reputation your boyfriend held was personified from mere stereotypical advances. From his icy stare to his intimidating demeanor, his studded leather jacket to his ripped skinny jeans, and his revving motorcycle to his silver lip rings; Jaebum was defined as the town’s bad boy from his looks alone. You hated the fact that nearly everyone judged your beau for his appearance and not for the kind hearted man you fell in love with.

Quite truthfully, Jaebum was nothing but sweet and charming and a complete gentleman. A young man who was rough around the edges gave your cookie cutter town something to leer about. Looks didn’t define the charming man who opened doors for you, helped the elderly carry their groceries and volunteered at the animal shelter with you.

Im Jaebum was the definition of the sweetest guy in your eyes.

But those qualities weren’t the only reasons you adored him.

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I think it gets so much easier to let things roll off your back. It’s such a business of hurry up and wait, and if you let it get to you it will drive you absolutely insane. like “why was I called in at four in the morning and I haven’t been used until one in the afternoon?”. and “why are we shooting this a million times when we have five other scenes to shoot?”. but you get to the point where you just say this is filmmaking. this is what you get paid for. everybody is doing the best they can. It’s what you have to live with.

anonymous asked:

What would a pregnant Batmom be like?

A pregnant Batmom would be totally chill. She wouldn’t really be worried about the baby or herself. She might have a few weird cravings but not too many, and she only has morning sickness for a little while.

It’s everyone else that freaks the hell out.

Bruce panics when she starts getting sick, before they know she’s pregnant, and immediately takes her to see Leslie. When he finds out that she’s pregnant he tries to do everything for her.

“Sweetheart, don’t bend over you might fall!”

“Bruce I’m only 8 weeks, I’m not even showing yet”.

-

“Honey, sit down, I can get the remote”

“Babe, it’s sitting on the coffee table”.

-

“Do you need anything to eat, are you having any cravings? I can go get you something”

“Bruce, I’m 12 weeks, no I don’t want anything, if I did I would get up and get it”

“But …”

“You’re stressing me out, that’s not good for the baby, if I need help I’ll let you know”.

-

Basically Bruce would drive Batmom insane all pregnancy with his hovering. All of the kids came to him when they were older, so he’s never been around a pregnant person before. He goes online and looks up everything that could possible go wrong, and that only makes him panic more.

 —–

Dick is ecstatic about the prospect of a new baby; he’s hoping it’s a girl. He would be pretty chill about it, there were quite a few pregnant people in the circus when he was growing up, so he doesn’t really panic. He’s the one who goes shopping with Batmom and Alfred. Dick will be around more often in order to help Batmom defend herself against the other overprotective men in the Wayne household.

 —–

Jason would be almost as bad as Bruce. When he was on the street he saw first had the complications that pregnancy can have. So when he finds out that Batmom is pregnant he is terrified that something will happen to her. He refuses to let her go into the Batcave, he says that being at the computer when everyone is on patrol will stress her out too much.

“Mom you need to relax, too much stress isn’t good for you”

“Mom, why haven’t you and Bruce moved downstairs yet?! What if you fall!?”

“Jason, calm down …”

“I don’t want you to get hurt. What would we do without you?”

Batmom would let Jason fuss over her. Mainly because Jason’s version of fussing is just making sure that she sits still, and relaxes. And when she is relaxing, Jason will be too.

 —–

Tim, being the nerd he is, does all of the research. He is the one to find the best furniture, the cutest cloths, and to research every part of the pregnancy. He keeps a chart on how big the baby is on the fridge. Tim also designs a high tech baby monitoring system in order to prevent SIDS. WE ends up selling it after the baby is born, it’s a hit. Tim isn’t calm unless he’s working, so he makes sure to help Bruce prepare for any situation.

 —–

Damian ends up helping Jason keep Batmom safe. He tries to keep Bruce away from her once he realizes that his father is stressing out his Ummi. Damian makes sure that she wants for nothing, and that nothing can hurt her. If Damian had his way, he would put her in a bubble.

Jason and Damian end up bonding over their protectiveness of Batmom, and they two of them are unbearable. When they try to keep her in the house for the full 9 months, she threatens to leave Gotham, and not come back until after the baby is born. They give her a little more space after that, but Batmom can’t really be mad at any of her boys for very long.

 —–

As Batmom’s pregnancy progresses she lets the boys dote on her a little bit more. Mainly because she really can’t bend over at this point to put on her shoes. When Harley finds out about the pregnancy she kidnaps Batmom in order to throw a baby-shower. Harley gives her tips about pregnancy (because Harley has had a kid before, I recently found out about that). Harley is really excited, she invites Poison Ivy, and Catwoman to the party as well.

When they rest of the Batfamily finally find her they are frantic, they had searched the entire city, and had gone back to the cave in order to regroup. They find the four women sitting in the dining room, drinking tea and snacking with Alfred. They had all made a pact a long time ago, when Batmom first married Bruce, to never reveal his secret identity, or the identity of the boys.

Harley comes to the Manor a lot more as Batmom get further in her pregnancy. She’s even there when Batmom gives birth. Everyone notices that the longer Harley is away from the Joker, the calmer she is, the less violent she is. The rest of the Batfamily still doesn’t trust her, but they also don’t immediately try to send her back to Arkham.

I added the last part about Harley, just because!

Opposites Attract (Jesse McCree) (Part 1)

Originally posted by inccption

Pairing: Werewolf!McCree/ Vampire!Reader
Words: 750
Warning(s): Petty insults.
A/N: And here is chapter 1, finally out. Phew i am tired rip 


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anonymous asked:

Taehyung daddy smut partition beyoncè 😊

Daddy’s Little Kitten- V(Requested Smut)

Partition- Beyonce(Audio)

//daddy has some new toys for his favorite little kitten//

Originally posted by parkjmn

daddy kink warning obviously, so proceed with caution nonnies;)


I walk out the bedroom door, surprised to find Taehyung sitting at the table, loosening his tie after a long day. “Hey babe, why didn’t you tell me you were here?”

“I wanted to surprise you,” He smirks a little, jaw slackening a bit when he sees me. “What are you wearing that in public for?” He demands slowly, licking his lips sensually.

My dress is tight and black, settling in my curves and down my mid thigh. I grip the wall as I lift one leg to put on my blue pumps, meeting Taehyung’s eyes as they roam over my body while it’s shifting and moving under the fabric.

“Kitten…” Taehyung purrs, leaning forward on his legs.

“I have a meeting in an hour, Tae.” I block his intense eye fucking session, putting on my other wheel before skirting around the opposite side of the table and into the kitchen. Searching through the drawers for our granola bars, I feel Tae ride against me as I bend down. 

“It should be illegal for you to go out like this.” He murmurs, bending over my hunched figure and breathing onto my neck.

“Tae.. I-”

“Shhh, hush little kitten.” He applies the slightest pressure with his fingers along my sides.

“Tae I really need to get going.”

He hums. “You said an hour.” His tongue flicks across my skin, eliciting shivers down my spine. “Don’t you know all the things daddy can do in that time?”

I swallow thickly as his long fingers lace through my hair, pulling my head back and moving closer against me, rubbing through the thin material of my dress. “But-”

“You’re going to make daddy angry if you keep resisting. Don’t you want to see the surprise I brought for you?”

I nod, straining against his grip. I’d spent forty five minutes getting dressed up and I wasn’t even going to make it out the door on time. Taehyung gives my ass a little pinch as I stand and break from his clutches, spinning around to meet with rock hard chest.

His tie is off, spinning it between his agile fingers before cocking his head. “Give me your hands, kitten.” He orders, tying my wrists together with a firm knot, the silk stretching against my skin.

My core is slowly heating, the feeble fabric of my thong soaking, only worsening from the friction as he leads me to the bedroom, legs rubbing as I walk. I’m not sure what kind of surprise Taehyung has, or whether I’ll even be able to walk after he’s done showing it to me. Because once he’s gotten fired up, it takes him a long, long time to come back down.

He tells me to sit on the bed and I do so, trying to stay patient as he reaches up in the closet for a rectangular black box, my stomach churning nervously as he saunters back over, opening the sleek, reflective lid.

A long black vibrator sits inside, a little pink collar sitting on top of it, a little heart on the collar branding me as Daddy’s Little Kitten. A small whimper escapes my lips, rubbing my thighs together to try and get more between my legs.

“Daddy…” I moan quietly, loving the intense look he gives me.

“What do you want, kitten?” He asks, leaning over me to fasten the collar around my neck, stepping back to admire my form. “I’m just about willing to give you anything looking like that.”

I lick my lips, tasting the cosmetic of my red lipstick. I’d love to see it over Taehyung’s face, painting his plump lips in a deep rogue. “I want you.”

He hums in assent, taking the vibrator from it’s box and rolling it between his palms, heating the cool rubber. “Daddy wants to play with you first.”

Leaning me back against the pillows, the pads of his fingers shimmy up the hem of my dress, pushing the stretchy material up the smooth expanse of my thighs until it’s pooled around my hips, underwear darker where my arousal has soaked through.

“Oh, Kitten.” Taehyung’s exaggerating voice enthralls me, deep and guttural in my ears. “Does Daddy really get you this excited?”

I whimper as he rubs a finger along my inner thigh, sensations ripping through my core at his barely there touch. “Ngggghh, yes.”

Slipping his fingers under my panties he pulls them down from the center, nails just lightly grazing my clit before he’s gone, leaving me a mewling mess in his wake. “You look so pretty laid out for Daddy like this.” He murmurs against my calves, lips working their way back up my skin. “Close your eyes.”

I do as I’m told, nails digging into my palms as he gets higher and higher, my body arching at the sudden sensation of his surprise toy against me. He moves the rubber head up and down along me in slow circles, not even turning it on and knowing it’s enough to drive me insane.

“Hmmm, let me hear you, kitten. You seem awfully quiet.”

He flips the switch on the side of the vibrator, a low purring sound coming from the black toy and high pitched moans tearing from my throat as it stimulates my clit in a cacophony of pleasure. My hips are rocking of their own accord, broken cries falling from my lips.

“Daddyyy… I-” My throat works as I struggle to keep my composure, fighting an uphill battle. “Daddy, please, I’m already about to-”

“Hold it.” He growls. “If you cum now, you’re going to be in very big trouble, Kitten.”

I roll my eyes, throwing my head back against the mattress and trying to squirm away from the toy, which only drives Taehyung to hover over me, trapping me as he turns it up higher. Before I can cry out he catches my lips in a kiss, swallowing the orgasmic sound whole.

His tongue slips along mine with ease, overtaking me in an instant as my legs begin to shake as I push away my approaching orgasm. I can’t breathe or focus or comprehend anything but the raw ecstasy that he’s put me under, careening under his demanding control.

“Daddy I-!” Falling headfirst into my orgasm I can only barely recognize that Taehyung has pulled from my lips, staring down at me with that deep, deep rogue spread across his lips and cheek. He looks so kissable, so fuckable, so sexy.

His groan turns into a growl as he watches me orgasm, writhing and rocking my hips up into the vibrator as it works me shamelessly and rocks me from head to toe. “You were a naughty kitten.” Taehyung’s voice is dangerous and low as he leans in, the room now quiet without the buzzing. “Now Daddy is going to have to punish you as soon as you get back home.”   

His words reach through the euphoria, shaking my head. “No, no, I’m sorry. I’ll be a good kitten, Daddy, I promise. I don’t want punishment.”

His smile is a wicked sympathy, his large hands beginning to pull my dress back down over the curve of my ass, slapping it roughly as I arch. “Bad kittens don’t get rewards.” He states, getting up from his spot above me with dark eyes. “And Daddy still has more surprises in store for your return.”


daddy tae got me feelin some kind of way…

~Admin Eggplant 

youtube

A Tribe Called Quest “Electric  Relaxation”

“Stretch out your legs, let me make you bawl

Drive you insane, drive you up the wall”

1993 | Q-Tip | Midnight Marauders

I Wanted Your Attention: Wonho Scenario

Originally posted by snapyouridols

Caution: Smut ahead

Wonho was absolutely exhausted. He had been home for a whole week, but spent the last three days straight at the studio preparing for Monsta Xs next comeback. It hadn’t been easy, and he had gotten maybe 10 hours of sleep in total. What was worse was he hadn’t seen you at all basically. You got a solid two hours together, but you also had to work. Heading home now, he was almost positive you’d be in bed by now. 

Opening the door to your shared apartment, everything was dark. No light, no sound. He moved down the hall, discarding his keys and jacket along the way. When he saw you asleep on your bed, he paused. You were in noting but panties and a bra. 

It had been so long since you two had been intimate. And seeing you like that almost hurt him as his pants began to tighten. His body was beginning to feel less and less tired as he stared. That left him with a difficult decision. Should he wake you and hope you were in a good mood to have a little fun. Or he could let you sleep and deal with his problem himself. After debating his options, he came to the conclusion that he needed you.

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Tennessee Whiskey

Happy Smut Appreciation Day! This fic was inspired by THIS song, “Tennessee Whiskey” by Chris Stapleton. 

TITLE: Tennessee Whiskey
PAIRING: Dean x Female Reader
WORD COUNT: ~1700

TAGS: (Hope you guys don’t mind, but your posts said you wanted to be tagged in the smut!) @manawhaat @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @winchesterenthusiast

Originally posted by bloglikeaman

You closed your eyes, savoring every drop of the honey-smooth whiskey that slid down your throat. You savored the burn that settled in your belly, taking in a deep breath and holding it as long as you could, before you slowly exhaled. You kept your eyes closed, biting on your bottom lip as calloused hands came to grip your hips before slowly—God, so slowly—sliding up your sides.

Those hands slid back down, taking hold of your hips, pulling you backwards just a bit, until your back met a hard, muscled chest. You smiled, biting your lip again as you felt the hard, jean-covered bulge against the small of your back. He didn’t seem too worried about it, so you just leaned into him, smiling wider when his arms slid around you, crossing over your stomach.

You shivered, as lips gently pressed against your skin, just under your ear.

“Can I show you something?”

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Under My Control

Eisuke x Reader

You’re tying a naked Eisuke to your bed, much to his surprise. “Babe, what- what are you doing?” He asks. "Shut up, Eisuke, you know exactly what I’m doing.” You smirk down at him, as his confused expression turns to a lusty one. "You know what I want to do to you? I’m gonna drive you insane, I’m gonna tease you until you can’t take it anymore, I’m gonna rub myself against you, I’m gonna take your dick into my mouth, then I’m gonna ride you, hard…” You start some dirty talking, as you rub yourself really slowly against him, making his breath uneven. You can see him swallowing hard as you keep talking dirty to him, also feeling his erection growing harder and harder under your already wet core. “You’ll moan and groan and growl in desire and frustration and you’ll beg to touch me, you’ll beg me to unleash yourself, you’ll lose… your… mind.” You whisper against his ear, nipping at him, then starting to trail kisses all over his body. You finally reach his dick, grabbing it in your hands and pumping it painfully slow. You kiss its tip, licking and pressing sloppy hot kisses on his length. You tease him a bit more and he’s already a groaning mess. You take his dick in your mouth and the fact that he can’t touch you or himself, it’s driving him insane. "You like it this way, baby?” You moan against his dick. "Hmm, yeah…” He moans, not being able to form words or even think straight. “Let me touch you, please.” He begs. "Uh oh, what did I tell you? I told you you’d be begging to touch me.” You smirk teasingly, faking a pout as you spoke. “Don’t be a bad boy.” What you didn’t know was that he was managing to loosen up the ties on his hands and that you didn’t tie the ties very well you put on his feet. You positioned yourself on top of him, taking him inside of you. That felt so good, you felt so filled up. You start riding him, bouncing your ass up and down, in circles, whatever you felt like doing. You’re the moaning mess right now, and Eisuke is in a complete haze. He fucking growled just now and seeing him that undone, that wild and frustrated..it was driving you crazy, it’s turning you on so much. Suddenly, you hear a thud, followed by another, and you’re on your back in a heartbeat. Done with all the teasing, he manages to unleash his hands, rolling your bodies, pressing you down with a hand as he unleashes his feet with the other. "Eisuke, what-” You ask shocked, but he cuts you off. "Now, what were you saying you’d do to me?” He smirks down at you. "You listen to me right now…I’m gonna hold your hands over your head…” He says as he is holding your hands as he said. “And I’m gonna fuck you hard, so hard, you’re gonna scream my name so loudly, the whole building will know how good I’m fucking you. And you’ll beg me to touch you, you’ll beg to touch me, to let you run your hands up and down my back, to let you grab my ass, just like I know you love doing and I’m not gonna let you.” You can’t help but moan just by listening to his voice and feeling his dick’s tip pressing against your core. He doesn’t waste any time in getting inside you and make you moan mercilessly under him, as he pounds into you harder and deeply, hitting you in all the right spots. With your hands still tightly in his grip, he leans down and takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping it, driving you insane. You let out a huge moan and shout his name, and he fucking growls again. You can’t handle it when he growls, it sends heat right to your core. He keeps thrusting into you mercilessly. Damn, he did say he’d give it to you hard and he is. "Eisuke..fuck. Please… please let me touch you.” You beg, your hands aching to touch him, to feel him, rub his body, grab his ass. His thrusts become sloppy but still deeply and he’s having trouble in controlling himself already so he lets your hands go. Finally..the release you wanted as you feel his sweaty toned back and ass under your hands. "Babe, I’m gonna cum.” You moan, as you feel the pressure in your belly. "Cum for me, _____….Cum for me.” He pleads, as he starts feeling your walls clenching around his dick. After a few more thrusts, you’re both a moaning mess, your bodies shuddering and quivering against each other. With his face hidden in your neck as he tries to regain composure, he lets out a chuckle. "What?” You ask, confused. "Damn, what came over you today?” He asks, pulling back to look at you. "I wanted you… under my control.” You smirk, as he leans down and presses a kiss to your lips. "Well, feel free to do it anytime. Just know, you’ll end up under my control.”

The world seems to be spinning faster than usual. My head hurts a lot more. I told myself over and over again to not get my hopes up. I know that you moved on but part of you still holds onto me. I’m doing the same thing, I guess… I can feel it in my bones that you are going to come back to me with tired eyes and messy hair. I’m going to wrap my arms around you and tell you it’s going to be okay even if it isn’t. I don’t know how I feel about us anymore. You were the only thing I was sure about, damnit. Now I’m sitting on the floor of my room hoping you fight for me. You have me wrapped around your finger. I wish I could unwind myself, but I know I’ll never let go. You drive me insane because I think you love me, but all you want is to not. Love doesn’t work like that, babe. Drop the game.
—  We aren’t over.. Are we?
Imagine trying to find Lucifer’s daughter, only to find out it is actually you.

“I heard more say it”

“You heard or took it out of them?” Dean raised an eyebrow at Castiel who sighed.

“No, Dean. I heard them say it. But point is it verifies our thoughts. Lucifer has a kid and its here, on Earth.”

“Great, then we could start searching about him right away” Sam suggested.

“Sounds good to me.” you grabbed your own laptop “Did you hear them say anything more about where he might be, or some sort of name. Hell even nickname”

“Uhm no, no they didn’t say something like that. And it’s a ‘she'”

“She huh? So the devil has a daughter? Even better! Who knew what kind of trouble we’d have if it was a dude”

“Are you saying that a girl can’t give you the ind of a trouble a man can?” you raised an eyebrow at Dean.

“I’m saying-”

“Listen here you sexist jerk, unless you want me to prove you wrong in every possible way sit down and start searching” you slammed a book in front of him and he sat down. Mind the almost scared expression he had on.

Sam tried to keep himself from laughing but Cas did chuckle a little. Dean shot him a glare that made him shut up.

“Alright research. So we find the chick and who knows, maybe you two will get along. How are we sure you’re not Lucifer’s daughter by the way?” Dean joked but both you and Sam shot him a glare.

“Ha ha very funny Winchester. But mind that we need the girl to make Lucifer give up on Sam so unless you got a better plan-” you raised your arms in the air and he shook his head, looking down.

“Very well. Back to research.”

“We only got the time that her soul was created, so we better start with that” Sam sighed, typing on his laptop.

~*~

You fell on your bed with a huff. Research had gotten you nowhere, except for a few names of relatives and angels thatCastiel was going to check out. It luckily left you time to relax and having your own room this time meant you wouldn’t have to put up with the boys for a few hours. Sure you loved both of them, they were practically family, but there was a limit to how much time a girl could spend with a Wnchester- let alone two, and keep her sanity.

“They drive you insane sometimes huh?” a voice in the room made your eyes snap open,

Your hand flew under your pillow and grabbed the gun that you kept there pointing at the direction the voice came from, without even thinking who it could have been.

“Lucifer?” you breathed out, a frown setting on your face.

“Missed me?” he smiled at you and you growled under your breath.

“What do you want here?!” you hissed the words.

“Sheesh I was expecting more of a 'Welcome back daddy’ hug but no those Winchesters gotta turn you into one of them!” he rambled, rolling his eyes.

“What the hell are you talking about?!” you grumbled and his face lost all playfulness.

“What does it sound like?”

“I’ve no idea with you anymore”

“Lower the gun, you know I wouldn’t do anything to you”

“Do I?” you cocked an eyebrow.

“Yes because no matter how much of a monster I am I would never hurt my daughter!” he snapped, completely serious.

Your eyes widened and all air got knocked out of your lungs “Wh-what?” you breathed out, your hands not even having the energy to hold the gun up.

You had never met your real father but not in a million years would you have imagined the devil was your father.

“Just what you heard. And now that the gun is down and that you’re not threatening your old man- I came here to warn you. About the angels.”

@jodyri @starswirlblitz @liger26 

Going Rough (MATURE)

I slammed the door shut quickly and felt a draft hit my back. I dropped my bag to the floor with a thud before I ran upstairs, missing a step every time.

I reached the bedroom and swung the door open, I saw a figure sitting on the bed and instantly knew it was Justin. I ran towards the desk in the corner.

“Baby, what are-”

“Have you seen that piece of paper I had last night?” I said, throwing anything that wasn’t a white piece of paper behind me.

“Uh, didn’t you take it with you this morning?” I heard his raspy voice, but I still hasn’t looked at him. “Why?”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “My boss wants it, and it’s not at work and apparently, it’s not here either.” I said, rummaging through the small pile of paper that was still to be looked through. I felt the panicking feeling; knowing it wasn’t going to be there.

“It’s alright, you’ll find it. Just take a deep breath.” He said, and I found myself feeling agitated.

“It’s not that simple, Justin.” I huffed, letting both my hands run through my hair as I tried to retrace my steps. “Just be quiet for a minute, yeah?”

And he did as I asked. He didn’t speak. I heard the clicking and the sound of his fingers against the keyboard as I looked under the bed.

“The last place I remember seeing it is in this room, I don’t think I left here without it.” I muttered to myself. “My boss is gonna kill me.” I let my hands run over my face. “I’ve gotta go, I’ll see you later.” I said, waving to him, still not having looked at him for more than five seconds.

“Wait.” He said, and I sighed. I rested my head against the door as I waited for him to speak. I felt as though time was slipping through my fingers and every second stood still was purely wasted. “[Y/N].”

I turned to see him laid on our bed with only a pair of shorts on. His laptop rested in his lap and his hair was just as it looked when he laid asleep in bed this morning. He looked good even when he’d done nothing to his appearance.

“You haven’t even looked at me once since you just stormed in.” He said, a look I couldn’t register spread across his face.

I sighed, my hand moved through my hair once again. “I know, Justin and I’m sorry. I’m just really busy.”

“And it’s not just that, we haven’t spent any time together in weeks. I get ‘busy’, I get handling your work with your life is difficult, but I don’t see you anymore.” He put the laptop to the side and got to his feet.

“What do you want me to do?”

He looked at me, confused. “I want you to at least act like you love me!” He exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air.

“I do love you! Surely that should be enough?” I asked. “I can’t deal with this right now, Justin. I still have to find that paper my boss wanted. We’ll talk later, okay?”

“See? Right there. Fucking proof. You’re choosing your work over your boyfriend.” He spat and I flinched at his harshness. “I understand that you have a job, and I love that you’re independent and you’re doing your own thing, but I miss you. I’m sick of coming home to an empty house, I’m sick of sleeping alone and waking up alone.”

My heart shattered for him as he strained his words and his eyes searched my face from the other side of the room.

“Justin, where is this coming from?” I asked, staring at him before shifting my eyes to the floor. “Look, sometimes you have to make sacrifices. I’m sorry.” I said, moving backwards towards the door.

He walked towards me and I felt myself wanting to know what he was going to do. Shout at me? Fall to his knees? Kiss me?

I watched as he gulped. I imagined tiny cogs and switches working in his mind while he thought about his next words.

“Leave, and I don’t think it’s gonna be worth you coming back.” He said, before licking his lips.

“W-what?” I felt my heart seconds from shattering in my chest. “Justin, you need think about this, you’re clearly not thinking straight-”

“No, I am. If you’re not going to at least try and make time for me then I’m done. I’m sick of feeling like I don’t have a girlfriend!” He shouted, he was close to me now and I could see the veins working in his neck.

I felt panic and worry seep through every inch of my body at the thought of not having him.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, alright? I-I’ll try and make time for you. I love you and I don’t wanna lo-”

I was interrupted with warmth against my lips and hands on my waist. His tongue hit mine and he grunted breathlessly.

“J-Justin.” I said, pressing my hands against his chest.

“You better try your fucking hardest because I don’t wanna lose you.” He panted, his lips - and his body - still pressing against my own with eagerness. “Unless you don’t want me, all you have to do is tell me.” He pulled away and his eyes gazed into mine with a stare so prominent that for a split second, I couldn’t breathe.

“N-No, I do.”

“What? Tell me.” He ordered and let his fingers trail around my back.

“I want you.” I said, and he smirked. It wasn’t long before our lips connected again and he pulled me closer. I let my head fall back while his lips started paying attention to my jaw.

“You know,” He started. “I want you too. So bad.” He bit down on my neck and gripped my hips when I gasped. “I think you should let me have you, right now.”

I sighed. “Jay, I have to go. You know I have work.”

“That isn’t really a way of trying to make this work, [Y/N].” He whispered. “Stay here with me now or leave forever.” He said and I found myself wanting him, but wanting to hate him at the same time.

I grabbed the sides of his face, feeling the roughness of his shaved face against my skin, and pushed my lips onto his. He let out a groan of surprise but instantly kissed back.

He twirled us around and pushed me onto the bed. Without a word, he climbed on top of me and pushed himself up against me.

“God, you make me so angry.” He spat before letting his lips smack against mine. He used short, harsh kisses against my lips and I found myself wanting so much more. “I can’t fucking stand you sometimes but I love you so, so much.”

I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him against me for a longer period of time.

“And you think I don’t feel the same? You drive me insane.” I said, letting my leg run up the side of his thigh. “But I love you.”

He moaned. “You better love me, always. You’re never leaving me.” He muttered against my neck while he subtly grabbed the end of my shirt.

He pulled away from my body and I felt a chill run over me. He didn’t care about being careful as he almost ripped my shirt while pulling it over my head. “So sexy.” He whispered.

In return, I grabbed him through his shorts and he grunted loudly in my ear.

“Shit.” He muttered. “Taking me surprise, fuck.” He spat, grabbing my covered boobs in the palms of his hands and squeezing them. “I’d miss these babies so much if you ever left.” He said, moving his hands around my back to unclasp my bra. “I’d miss the way you whimper for me when I bite down on them, and the way you cry out for me.”

He kept eye contact with me while he leaned down to wrap his hot lips around my left nipple. He sucked and only got rougher with his actions, I arched my back.

“Fuck me now.” I said, letting my hands run up his bare chest.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He grinned. “I can’t wait to fuck you up and have you screaming for me, after all, you deserve it.” He panted against my skin and I felt my own heart beating in my chest.

His large hands unbuttoned my trousers before he yanked them down my legs. He stood up as he pulled them off my feet and threw them on the floor.

“I hope you’re wet for me,” He muttered. “I need you so fucking bad and all I wanna do is fuck you until you’re sore.” He spat down at me while he pulled my underwear down my legs. “You’ve given me blue balls these past few weeks. I’ve been surviving on jacking off before I go to sleep and when I wake up because you’re never fucking here. My cock misses you and your tight cunt so much.”

I almost gasped at his words and felt myself taking a hold of his shoulders and pulling him forward. My lips traced his sloppily while I took a hold of the hem of his shorts. I struggled to pull them down and he simply chuckled at me before standing up.

“I hope you’ve missed me like I’ve missed you.” He rasped. “Tell me babygirl, have you been selfish and touched yourself these last few weeks?” He pulled the shorts down his legs and the hard on behind the material of his boxers.

I bit down on my lip and shook my head. He grinned instantly. “I’m pretty sure you’re lying to me. You’re such a slut for cumming, you couldn’t have gone that long without getting yourself off at some point.” He smirked.

His fingers wrapped around his boxers and his length was slowly. He was teasing me and, even though his hard on looked pained from lack of pleasure, he seemed to be enjoying it.

Once he was free of any clothes, he let himself fall back on top of me and his hand took a hold of my face.

“So beautiful.” He muttered before his hand moved to his length, he pumped himself a few times while watching me before he positioned himself at my entrance. He slammed into me without any sort of warning and I cried out involuntary. “I’ve missed that noise so much.” He grunted and started to thrust his hips towards mine with no mercy whatsoever.

“Fuck,” I moaned. “I didn’t realise how much I’d missed you inside of me until now.” I said, clutching the sheets underneath me.

“Maybe this’ll teach you that this dick is the best thing in your life, and no matter how long you’re away, you’ll always want to run back to me at the end of the day so I can fuck you up.” He said, his hands coming to meet my hips so he could move against me with ease. “Do you like that?”

“It’s not like you’re not completely whipped by this pussy, you’d be lost without, fuck you were lost without it.” A smug expression rested on my face and I knew it. “But it makes me happy knowing you need me.” My lips fell onto his and he growled against them.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He said while we panted.

The room was only getting hotter as we acted rougher than we ever had before; we’d never felt the urge to be so harsh towards each other before but suddenly, it was all I wanted to do.

“I almost forgot how tight you are, fuck.” He whispered. I watched as his hair fell in his face as he pounded into me with such rapid actions that the bed hit the wall constantly. I couldn’t help but gasp; surprised every time at his harshness.

“You do me so good, baby.” I wrapped my legs around his waist and he hummed in response.

“I’m glad you think so, sweetheart.” He chuckled before a frown appeared onto his face. “Shit I don’t wanna cum yet. You get me there so fast.” He pulled out of me and I whimpered at the loss of contact and pleasure. “Get on your stomach.” He said and I found myself rolling over in pure hope he’d simply go back to thrusting into me.

He took a hold of my hips in his hands and I felt his fingers digging into my skin. He slapped me several times and groaned afterwards when I pushed my ass up against him.

“I love you so much.” He said before slamming into me.

“Oh, shit.” I cried out rather loudly before resting on my elbows. “I love you too.”

It felt almost as though his pounds were even faster in this position and I mentally thanked Justin for it because I felt myself needing to come undone slowly.

“God, going rough with you is so exciting.” He moaned. “I’m so close to spilling my load into you. I hope you’re close.” His voice shook due to his abrupt movements but I caught onto every word. “Oh my God, [Y/N].” He almost whined while he gripped my skin.

“Justin, I’m gonna cum if you don’t slow down.” I huffed. I had to clench every muscle in my body to stop myself from exploding.

“Then it’s good news for you because I’m not slowing down.” He slapped my ass again, I could tell he got something out of it because his cock pressed even further against my walls whenever he did it. “Cum for me. I deserve it, you owe this to me for how much you made me wait. Cum for me right now or I won’t forgive you. Be a good girl and cum for me.” He said breathlessly, clearly on the verge of his own orgasm.

“O-only if you cum with me, baby.” I smirked but he couldn’t see. I pushed my body back to meet his hard thrusts that were turning sloppy.

“Cum with me.” He said, and I did. Our bodies reacted with each other’s under this new way of sexual activity that we’d revealed.

My head fell forward to rest against the bed while I let out muffled moans and whimpers, I felt sweat running down my body. Justin grunted through his orgasm while he managed to keep the pleasure intensity high as he felt the pleasure wrack through him. My vision blurred as I’m sure Justin’s did too.

“Shit. Holy fucking shit.” He breathed heavy and let his hands squeeze my ass one last time before I felt him pull out of me. “What a way to make up.” He chuckled, letting his hand run up and down my back.

I simply chuckled as I sat up. I turned to look at him and he watched me, both of our chests rising and falling rapidly.

“I am sorry, you know. You don’t deserve the way I’ve been treating you and I promise I’ll make it up to you.” I said, seeing the sweat on his forehead.

“We’re okay, babygirl.” He said while draping his arm around my shoulder and pulling my head into his neck. “Besides, we haven’t fucked like that in months, we’ve got a lot of time to make up for.” He hinted and his fingers moved in circles around my back.

“Justin, I still have a job.” I whispered, not wanting to start the argument up again.

“You just blew off work to fuck me, I’m not so sure you do anymore.” He chuckled and I felt his lips on my forehead to suggest he was only joking. “You may be jobless but you’ve got a very pleased boyfriend.”

Come back - Joker x Reader imagine pt 3

A/N: So this was fun to write ;) Have fun!

Word count: 1693

Warnings: Sex - Swearing - Smut


Imagine:

 ”I..I don’t know..” you said as a single tear ran down your cheek. You could see how hurt Joker was, but you needed to remind yourself how much he did hurt you.

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