or even make the gifs look good

Ok so i have this theory. You know when Dean and Cas look at each other for a long time and Cas makes the little cute confused face. I can’t find a good gif but he does the little head tilt and squinty eyes thing. Anyway, in one episode with Claire, Cas tells Claire that he can not only sense prayers, but can sense a longing too. My theory is that when Cas and Dean are making intense eye contact, Cas can sense the longing and even lust that Dean feels towards him. That’s why he looks confused, because he’s trying to work out why Dean is longing for him.

5

“… I put my hand down in something soft and I looked down. I saw that kid every day for the next two years. Every morning I’d wake up he’d be looking down at me. What about you, Marcus? What do you see?”

“You want to know what’s in my head? Arguing. Mum and dad barking at each other like dogs. Both of them drunk. He’s swinging at her and she’s in a ball on the floor, trying to scoop her brains back in with both her hands. I’m yelling at him to stop, but he cracks her again. And now, now there’s blood coming out of her mouth like a fountain - I’m seven years old. I. I pull his poaching rifle off the back of the door and I shoot a bullet right in the middle of his throat and even as he’s going down his big bloody hands are trying to squeeze the life out of me - that’s for starters. I see this little unwanted boy stuck half-way up an oak tree all the other orphan bastards are trying to knock him down with bricks and balls to send him back to the infirmary so he can spend another night cutting patterns into his arms to send himself to sleep. I see this little boy in Mexico City. His neck is twisted all the way around and his mom is screaming at me from the doorway. I see a housewife in Seattle mixing bleach with tap water and telling her little girl that the water is holy so it burns her when it hits her skin. That is what I see when I close my eyes.

Title:  What You Need

Summary: After a stressful review meeting Draco thinks maybe its about time Harry were honest with himself.

Word Count: 1977

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Draco can feel the tension in his body twisting and turning, slowly ebbing away as he and Harry leave Robards’ office in a hurry.  He’d been dying to get out of that meeting from the moment it had begun this morning. 

It had been a mandatory review of all of their cases from the last six months.  Apparently the head of the department had decided that no one was exempt from the intense scrutiny they’d just faced over the last two hours.  Hell he had expected it to be brutal based on the chatter around the Auror office from those who had already faced their own review, but even he couldn’t have anticipated the kinds of questions they would ask.

“And do you feel your relationship with Mr. Potter is completely professional?”

“Mr. Malfoy, have your feelings for Mr. Potter ever gotten in the way of your ability to make an unbiased call in the field?”

“Mr. Potter, there is a history of rash decisions in your case file.  Do you believe yourself of sound mind and judgement in the heat of the moment?”

“Gentleman, have you ever had more than a professional working relationship with your Auror partner?”

They’d claimed the questions were standard, and would be the same for all partners regardless of gender or sexual orientation.  A necessary precaution they’d called it.  But Draco had felt his insides churning at the questions, his mind over run with thoughts and desires which he usually worked very hard to keep below the surface.  He had answered them with a cool and calm countenance that had betrayed nothing of his true feelings.

Harry on the other hand had begun to get agitated the second they’d questioned his personal life.

“I’m a damn good Auror and what I do off the clock is none of your business.”

They were partners.  Friends.  And yet Harry had bristled at the insinuation they were more, refusing to answer the questions which Draco was sure only made things about a hundred times worse.  

By the time they finally reach their office Harry is in a right mood, ripping his Auror robes off and flinging them on the chair in the corner.  He takes his glasses off next, setting them on the desk and rubbing his face with both hands.  He looks tired, stressed.  It’s not the first time Draco has wondered why Harry is still an Auror.  He’s good at it, damn good in fact,  His reflexes are excellent and his experience with Dark Wizards invaluable.  But even after three years working together Draco can see that he still has trouble taking orders; he’s brash and though his instinct are usually right he follows them blindly.  Mostly though, despite how good he is at his job he just doesn’t seem happy.

Draco watches with curiosity as Harry just drops to the floor, as if he truly cannot take another moment of anything, running his hands through his hair before laying down.  He feels guilty for the thoughts that run through his mind, the way he can’t take his eyes off the strength in Harry’s forearms, or the space between his legs.  H knows he shouldn’t be thinking those things when Harry is clearly struggling.  But the questions had been too much, had brought too much to the forefront of his min,  and though he might not be showing it outwardly Draco feels just as close to exploding as Harry looks.

“Do you regret it?” Harry asks quite suddenly, startling Draco out of his thoughts.

“Regret what?”

“Becoming an Auror?”

Of all the things Draco thought the other man might say that is not one of them.  He thinks back on the brutal years in training, of the distrust and harassment he had faced when he first joined and the hard work and determination it had taken to get anyone to take him seriously. He thinks back to when they had first become partners and the way they had argued and clashed just as intensely as they had in school, until one day after a bad case when they’d both ended up at the same bar and gotten pissed after work together.  The next day he couldn’t remember what either one of them had said or done, and truth be told he still has no idea if Harry ever remembered because they never discussed it, but things had changed after that.   They had begun working as a team, and before Draco had known what was happening they weren’t just two people being forced to work together they were partners; a well functioning team that both trusted and relied on one another.  

He looks at Harry now, sprawled out on the floor looking tense and unhappy, something Draco now knows he hides from almost everyone else and he wonders what it means that Harry trusts him with the ugliest sides of himself so implicitly.  

Draco doesn’t usually stop to think about his own feelings, not after having worked so hard to push them away.  He regrets many things in his life, but becoming an Auror is not one of them, not when it has led him this.  Whatever this might be.

“No, I don’t.”

Harry’s shoulders tighten and Draco wonders when exactly he learned to read the other man so well.  He looks angry, at himself Draco thinks, and guilty.  

“You know its ok to hate your job.”

Harry jerks his head up in surprise, his brow crinkling in confusion.  “But you just said-”

“I know perfectly well what I said.  I answered your question honestly.  You just didn’t ask the right question.”  Draco crosses his legs, leaning back in his chair and watching Harry throw his hands in the air before dropping his head back to the ground with an audible thud.

“Well what the bloody fuck was the right question?”

Draco can’t help it, he laughs.  Harry shoots him an angry look.

“I’m so glad you find this so funny.”

“Always so fucking melodramatic, Potter.”  Draco knows exactly what to say to get a rise out of him and Harry is on his feet in seconds.  

“That meeting was a load of shit.  We’re the best Aurors in the department and they know it.” 

“Are you angry because they questioned your work ethic or because they questioned our relationship?”  Draco says, and is surprised at how good it feels to say something.  To acknowledge them in some way, even if they have no idea what they are.  

Harry opens his mouth to speak and then stops as if he’s thought better of it.  He suddenly looks so unsure, and so much younger than his twenty seven years.  He rubs his hands on his shirt almost unconsciously and just stares at Draco.

“Do you want to know what I think?” Draco asks, rising from his seat and closing the small distance between them.  He can practically feel the tension in Harry’s body, the air nearly crackling with it.  “I think you’re tired of all of it; of the protocol and the bureaucracy and the phoniness.  You’ve spent your entire fucking life saving everyone else and being who they needed to be and I think you’ve finally had enough.  Today.  Right now, Harry.  You’ve had enough.”

Harry sucks in a deep breath, and Draco has no idea what to expect because he knows he’s crossing that forbidden line that says neither one of them will acknowledge real feelings but he doesn’t care because he can’t stand another day of pretending either.

“Aren’t you tired of being what everyone else needs you to be?  Don’t you want to get what you need for once?”

Harry licks his lips, still unable to move from his spot as if his feet have been spelled to the floor.  “And what exactly is it you think I need?”

Fuck it Draco thinks, he’s come this far already.  Instead of saying anything he reaches out, his hands sliding into Harry’s hair and gently urging him closer.  He presses his lips to Harry’s, afraid for a moment he’s made a mistake and gone too far but then Harry is nearly clawing at him, his hands grabbing onto Draco so tightly it almost hurts. 

The kiss is almost brutal, desperate, and so fucking good Draco stops trying to hold it in and just moans into Harry’s mouth which only spurs the other man on even more.  Draco’s hand is sliding down Harry’s back when there is a knock on the door and they spring apart just seconds before the door flies open.  It’s Robards.  Draco has never wanted to curse someone as badly as he does right in this moment.  His heart aches and he just knows the moment has been ruined, that this interruption has shattered whatever fragile thing they were beginning.

“Listen, Potter, Malfoy, about before I-”

“I quit!” Harry shouts and Draco’s mouth falls open in the most un-Malfoy like display of shock he’s ever shown.

“Excuse me, Potter, you can’t quit!”

Draco doesn’t even look at Robards, because he can’t take his eyes off Harry.  Harry looks giddy, euphoric even, and it reminds Draco of the way Potter used to look after he’d caught the Golden Snitch.

“Yes, Sir, I can.  I quit.  I hate my job,” he shouts, and then he begins to laugh.  Robards looks like he thinks Harry might have lost his mind.  “God that felt good to say out loud.  I FUCKING HATE MY JOB!” he screams even louder, making several of the other Aurors peek their heads down the hallway and through the open door to their office.  

Robards holds his hand up to silence him but Harry is paying him no mind.

“I hate the paperwork and the assignments and the bloody protocol that makes no sense sometimes and I hate the awful hours.  Fuck I hate everything about it except that I get to work with you,” Harry says, turning to look at Draco with a look so pure in intensity Draco is glad he’s sitting down already.

“And what about you, Malfoy?” Robards asks, sounding equal parts confused and helpless.

“Oh I quit too. I detest this job.”

“I thought you said you didn’t regret becoming an Auror?” Harry asks suddenly, as if he’s forgotten Robards is just standing there watching them.

Draco shrugs, almost nonchalantly.  “I don’t regret it, not at all.  But I still fucking hate this job.”

“Then why don’t you regret it?” he asks, and Draco wonders how it’s possible that other man really doesn’t see it.

“Because you oblivious idiot, I’m in love with you.  Pretty sure if you jumped out this window right now I’d follow you like a lovesick puppy.  It’s absolutely pathetic,” he answers in the most self deprecating tone possible.

“Oh.”

“Yes, Harry.”

“Well, that’s rather good then isn’t it.  Because I’m in love with you.”

“Right, well I’ll just be leaving now,” Robards mumbles awkwardly before shutting the door behind him.  Neither Harry nor Draco pay him any attention.

“So, before….when you said you knew what I needed,” Harry begins to say, crossing the room until he’s standing directly in front of Draco with his hand outstretched.  “What if you showed me instead.”

“I can’t think of anything I’d like more,“ Draco answers, taking Harry’s hand in his own and thinking that maybe what they both want and need might just be the same things.

Finding Pennywise Hurt (Imagine)

Request by @taysartcorner: Could you do a headcanon or a fanfiction of Penny’s s/o finding him badly hurt? Like after the scene where he got the metal spike through his face in the movie?

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It was a regular day for you, just like any other. You walked home from another long day at work back to your house. But you were lucky enough that your workplace was only a short distance away, so there really was no need to drive and gave you a chance for some fresh air as you took the walk to and from each day. When you were halfway home, you noticed a group of kids heading towards you on bicycles. You counted 7 in total. You couldn’t tell if it was screams of joy or terror as they peddled towards you fast, nearly knocking you down when they finally passed by. They all seemed frantic with fear in that moment, you heard a few of them yelling. But you were only able to make out a few words like “Kill him,” “Georgie,” and “Fear.”

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8

“To be honest, I don’t call you Saturdays in because I need the help. I just can’t resist the entertainment value.”

One, two or three?

Word count: 4,049

Warning: smut

Request: Kai makes you orgasm three times with his magic while talking on the phone

*gif by me

Rays of sunshine shone down on your naked body, only your bottom half covered with white covers. You slowly fluttered open your eyes, trying to adjust them to the bright light in the room and as you moved, the tension was still present in your legs, feeling weak and as if you wouldn’t have the strenght to get up because of a late night encounter you had shared with Kai. You and Kai have been dating for a while, but the attraction between you two has still been present until this day, sometimes unable to keep your hands off each other and last night was one of those days. Kai has always loved the way you reacted to his touch, to his long fingers slowly tracing all over your body while his lips kissed every square inch od your exposed skin, making sure every part of you was equally loved from his side as he worshiped your naked body and always made sure you knew you were his only. You got up, watching how a sheet that was wrapped around you slowly fell down on the floor, covering your feet before you stepped out of it and headed to the bathroom, warm water running in the shower as you stepped in, letting it caress your body, droplets of water cascading perfectly down your sensitive skin. A feeling of hot water reaching a spot between your legs made you flinch a little bit, slight pain traveling through your legs. You traced your hands all over your body as you remembered exactly how Kai’s hands felt on your skin last night and how he brought you to your high repeatedly.

His fingers traced your body, making sure you felt him on your ass, his body pushing you into the counter in the bathroom, the mirror placed in front of you giving you a perfect view on his face behind you and how his teeth sinked into his bottom lip and then releasing it, making your arousal drip down your thigh. He tugged at your light lacey nightgown, reaching just below your ass but it being transparent, Kai was able to see everything, including your hard nipples and how they gotten harder every time his lips brushed against your ear.

‘You look so damn sexy. I could fuck you right now. So slow and so deep. My big cock stretching you out so beautifully. You just have to say the words.’ His raspy and quiet voice so slowly slipped into your ear, a wet patch adorning your panties from his words.

'I’m s- oh my god.’ He pushed two fingers into you swiftly, moving them in a scissor’s motion, your walls tightening around him as if they were trying to keep him inside as much as possible, dying for Kai to finger fuck you right there and then.

'What was that, sweetheart? I didn’t hear you properly. Could you- say that again maybe?’ His lips brushed on your ear, his tongue leaving s wet stripe on your ear and then suckling on your earlobe. 'Open your eyes, babe. Look at how beautiful you look.’ You struggled, the way his fingers moved inside you making you just want to keep your eyes closed but you knew that he would punish you by delaying your orgasm over and over again until you were a wet and frustrated mess under his touch.

'I’m so-sorry.’ A chuckled echoed through the moan filled bathroom, your eyes locked on the mirror, watching how Kai’s lips parted every time your walls clenched around him.

'Sorry for what?’ Flows of frustration kept colliding through your body. Especially when you saw a big smirk on his face and an expression that said “I know how I make you feel and I know you love it”. You hated that he had such control over your body, but then at the same time, that was all you wanted him to do because he did it so damn well.

'Sorry for w-wearing lace panties a-and short skirts when you are working on s-something important.’ You stuttered and almost screamed out when you felt him adding another finger inside your body, stretching you out even more. 'F-fuck.’

'No cussing. Control that pretty little mouth of yours.’ He pulled his fingers out of you and brought them up to your lips, coating them in your juices before he pressed them on your clit, making small and fast figure eights. He used his other hand to grab your chin and roughly turn your head to one side to press his lips on yours, gathering your arousal from your lips as if it was the tastiest icing on a cake. He drove you mad just by pleasuring you with his fingers and with his words. What his cock was able to do to you was something completely different, something you have never experienced in your life before.

'And why did I made you apologize for that?’

'Because it’s distracting.’ Your fists clenched the edge of the counter, your knuckles turning white from a tight grip. 'Kai, please.’ Eyelids on your eyes started closing as you felt your orgasm slowly approaching, your walls contracting at the pleasure that was about to come.

'Look how beautiful you look when you cum. So damn gorgeous.’ Your eyes somehow opened again, Kai’s fingers flickering on your clit. You couldn’t hold it back anymore, your orgasm slowly but perfectly tearing through your body. Every cell in your body was shaking from an intense release and it had gotten pretty tough to stand when your legs started shaking like every single time he finger fucked you, no matter in what room, everything around you went blury. 'Such a good girl.’ He licked his fingers clean again and made a popping sound when he pulled them out of his mouth, his tongue gathering the rest from his lips.

'Now-’ he slammed his clothed crotch into your ass, his hardness evident on your body, making a moan escape your mouth. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his cock, pushing his hips into your hand as much as he could. 'Look what you did to me. I fucking need you.’

'Kai’ the only thing you had managed to do was moan out his name, your voice barely audible.

'I’m gonna make you feel so good.’ The weight of his body pressed on your back, your hips grinding into his clothed crotch. 'But you can’t cum until I say you can. Understand?’ You kept quiet, knowing that if you even tried to say anything, the only thing that would escape your mouth would be a moan and because of your silence, Kai’s hand harshly met your right buttcheek, the sound of a dull sound echoing through the bathroom. You flinched at a slight sting on your skin, but it only made you wetter than you already were. 'I asked something. Understand?’ You nodded your head and the next thing you felt was Kai burrying himself deep inside you.

You walked out of your room slowly and even though it seemed impossible, your legs were still weak after so many hours of sleeping. You felt as if you were running a marathon and then didn’t stretch well after. You put on your favourite black lace panties and Kai’s favourite black shirt that reached the middle of your thighs, covering your ass perfectly.

'What? No! Of course they can’t do that!’ He nodded his head at you and smiled, but his smile quickly disapeared and was replaced by his frown, his hand resting on his hip. You sat down on the sofa and pulled your legs up, crossing them. 'Because I put that spell on and they better not mess with anyone’s life just to prove that they can after all, beat me at everything. They can’t.’

Who was he talking about? You thought to yourself, your brows furrowing in confussion. You reached to the coffee table in front of you and picked up one of the books.

'If they want my help, they should just ask, I don’t bite. Well, actually, sometimes I do.’ He laughed at his own joke, making you roll your eyes and hope that he didn’t see that. You burried your nose deep into the book and completely shut yourself out of whatever Kai was rambling about. 'Of course, like tha-that’s possible.’ He stuttered when he saw what you were wearing. He plopped himself down on the couch and let out a deep sigh as he adjusted his pants and himself on the couch, trying to focus on the phone call. You have completely dozed off but you snaped out off your mind and your book when you felt a familiar feeling on your skin. You shot a glance towards Kai and saw his index finger moving around. The way he kept circling his finger in the air was exactly what you felt on your skin.

He’s using magic. Again.

He kept going higher, an invisible finger gently tracing your bare thigh, shivers rolling down your spine. You knew exactly what he was doing, but you didn’t know why. That was until you figured out what you were wearing.

Fuck!’ You cussed under your breath and prepared yourself to get up only to be pushed down again by his magic. His index finger swayed from side to side, gesturing a simple no.

'Yes, that’s exactly what we want to do.’ He kept talking while his invisible finger traced your bare skin again, but this time it didn’t stop at your thigh. He traced it all the way to your wet core, circling around the wet patch on your black panties, making your arousal drip even more before he slipped his finger inside you, stretching you out like always. You dropped your head back on the pillows behind you and parted your mouth, all the words that you read in such a short period of time, completely vanishing from your mind. Kai’s words quickly turned into a simple background mumbling as your senses completely went numb. It had never occured to you that magic could be used in that way, but when you met Kai, you had a chance to learn a lot of new things, things you never knew existed, including pleasuring someone with magic. As much as he loved using it in the bedroom and around the house, he never stopped there. There were times when he used magic on you when you were sitting in the booth at Mystic Grill. His eyes bored into yours while he was getting you closer to your release as seconds passed, watching how you struggled to keep your moans quiet or inside your body, fighting to scream out. A familiar smirk has always adorned his face and he knew that once you and him get home, he would have his way with you, fucking you into the mattress like there was no tomorrow.

A loud moan escaped your lips when you felt him adding another finger, grazing against your walls and making scissor motion to stretch you out. Your juices covered his fingers completely, your walls embracing them so naturally, like they belonged inside you. You shot a glance towards him and saw him shaking his head no, meaning you had to be quiet. You hated him for it but you were also eager to reach your orgasm as you felt the pleasure slowly gathering up in your body. You spread your legs apart, giving Kai a perfect view on your laced panties, and threw your head back again.

'Just a second-’ he murmured and pressed his phone to his chest, his finger still moving, matching the actions that you felt inside your body. He slowly pulled himself off the couch and walked towards you as he leaned down and pressed his lips on your ear, his fingers circling at a slow pace inside you. 'You have to be quiet, unless you want someone to hear your perfect little moans.’ His words traveled all the way down to your heat, making your walls contract again and a quiet moan to escape your mouth. 'Every time you let out a moan, I will add it to the scale of how hard I’m gonna fuck you later.’ He pulled back and looked at you, a big grin plastered on his face. He was proud of himself because he knew what those words did to you and how turned on you were at that moment. He loved torturing you with his words and how his invisible fingers kept pleasuring you without losing their perfect rhythm, drove you completely crazy. You watched him plopping himself back on the couch and putting the phone to his ear to continue his conversation. Unbelievable, you thought to yourself and sank your teeth hard into your bottom lip, trying to stop yourself from screaming out loud but once your legs started shaking and your orgasm tearing through your body, a loud moan escaped your plump lips. Kai’s lips curled up into a smile as he lifted his index finger up, gesturing a number one on a scale. You were a complete mess, your heart beating so fast that you had a feeling that it would jump out of your chest and into your lap, your legs feeling like jello, shivers rolling dwn your spine. You let out a big sigh, feeling relaxed when you felt Kai’s invisible fingers leaving your body, only to be pushed inside you again just a few seconds later.

'Kai..’ you whispered and watched him how he shifted in his seat and adjusted his zipper and his pants, his prominent erection visible through his black pants. After a few moments he stopped moving them, but they were still inside you, your tight walls wrapped around them and your eyes locked on Kai who was still on his phone. You wanted to get up and jump on his lap, take his phone out of his hand and beg him to fuck you right there but it was impossible to get up. It was as if someone had glued your body to the sofa, your arms the only parts of your body that were free to move.

'Tomorrow. I’m going to be pretty busy today.’ He trailed off and smiled, making sure that you understood what he meant by that. His fingers slowly started moving inside you again, but instead of circling them around, he started pumping them in and out of you, his knuckle brushing on your clit, making a loud moan escape your mouth. He lifted his index finger and then his middle one, again gesturing a number two on a scale. The air almost left your lungs causing your breath to hitch and your teeth sink hard into your bottom lip. You pushed your nails into the sofa, hoping there won’t be any holes because of your hard action. Kai looked like he was utterly fine with seeing you like that, falling apart under his magic, fighting to hold back your moans, but besides a very obvious bulge in his pants, his breathing had also turned faster and shallow, his leg bouncing up and down which you knew he only did when he was nervous and really turned on. You smirked at him, his brows furrowing in confussion, clearly lost as to why you smirked at him while his fingers were destroying you into pieces. You dropped your head back and closed your eyes as your second orgasm slowly tore through your body, a bead of sweat forming on your forehead.

You could still feel his fingers inside you, but they weren’t moving. They stayed inside your heat, your juices slowly dripping down on Kai’s shirt, your hands covering your face when you felt a slight pressure on your clit. He was going for a third orgasm. Your legs were numb and if you even tried to stand up, you would end up collapsing on the soft carpet. You felt tears burning in your eyes because of too much pleasure and because it was so hard to take it but it was always like that with Kai. He never stopped at one orgasm. He would push you to the edge over and over until you were a screaming mess underneath his touch. The pressure on your clit was getting a bit firmer, a feeling of someone pinching it made you scream out, but you quickly covered your mouth, not because of the person Kai was talking to on the phone, but because you knew what Kai would do to you once he’s finished. Your eyes fell down to his clothed crotch, his bulge looking bigger than before. He was dying to unbutton his pants and take his cock out only to burry it deep inside you and show you that you’re his only and that you really shouldn’t tease him with your lace panties. You slowly started feeling your third high coming closer, a few white stars flashing before your eyes.

'See you tomorrow then.’ The raspiness in his voice turned you on even more. He hung up and placed his phone on the coffee table, his eyes finally finding yours. 'How close are you?’ He asked quietly, a loud moan escaping your mouth, making him chuckle. Dammit. He did it on purpose, knowing that you won’t be able to keep your moans inside your body as he showed a number three with his fingers. Another orgasm tore through your body, your breath hitching in your throat and your toes curling in pleasure, a single tear rolling down your cheek. You finally felt the magic leaving your body, your whole being feeling as if you were melting on the sofa and slowly sliding down to the floor.

Your eyes fluttered open, meeting Kai’s face that was unbelievably close to you, his blue eyes a shade darker, filled with lust and desire. He chuckled under his breath and wrapped your arms around your body as he picked you up and carried you towards the couch. He placed you down slowly, your back resting against big pillows.

'What did I say about wearing lace when I’m working?’ His voice sounded so sexy, so desirable and even though you knew the answer to that question, you couldn’t get yourself to utter out a few simple words. 'Nothing?’

'Please, Kai.’ It sounded like you were holding back your tears, frustration and exhaustion colliding through you, your body in need of Kai’s incredible sex. He placed his finger on his lips and made a shhh sound, his eyes closing for a second.

'We said, no wearing those babies when I’m working. It’s distracting and it’s making me hard, so damn hard.’ He cupped his crotch, your eyes following his hand and watching his actions. In a split second, he pushed your legs apart and tugged at the shirt you were wearing, ripping it off in one swift move.

'That was my favourite one.’

'You know what’s my favourite thing? This right here.’ He placed his finger on your heat, some of your juices transferring from your panties onto his fingertips. 'So damn wet and all because of me.’ He quickly leaned down and placed a quick kiss on your crotch before he ripped them into pieces, your glorious naked body all exposed to him. 'Tell me, what do you want me to do to you?’ He trailed his fingers through your folds. 'Do you want me to eat you out and then fuck you slowly or do you want me to fuck you now, but roughly and so damn deeply?’ You groaned out at his words as they traveled all the way to the place you needed him the most.

'Fuck me now!’ It was more of a shout than a quiet answer and he wasted no time in taking all of his clothes off, ripping his boxers into pieces and letting his thick and long cock spring free, a drop of pre-cum glistening on his tip.

'As you wish.’ He spread your legs even more apart and knelt down, his cock perfectly alligned with your entrance. He slammed himself into you roughly, a scream that escaped your mouth echoing through the living room. Without any hesitation, he thrusted deep, rough and fast, your breath hitching with his every rough thrust. He grabbed your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he started jamming your hips onto his. He was being rough with you as he was a couple of times before. It felt so good to have him inside you, to feel him stretch you out so perfectly and to fill you up over and over again.

'I can’t get enough of you. How?’ He whispered and suddenly picked you up as he was careful to stay burried inside you while he laid you on the couch and got on top of you, your leg resting on his hip. 'You feel so damn good wrapped around me.’ He burried his face into the crook of your neck while his hips kept thrusting roughly into you, his hot breath caressing your sensitive skin. 'This is where I want to be. Burried so deep inside you.’ He whispered in your ear and tugged at your earlobe with his teeth gently, your back arching at a sudden feeling in the pit of your stomach.

'I can’t-’

'Yes you can. Do it for me, let yourself go, baby.’ He groaned out and only a few thrusts were needed for you to fall apart underneath him, you walls embracing his thick shaft like it was made to be there. His cock kept slamming relentlessly into you as he picked up his pace and thrusted into you with no mercy, a stinging feeling finding it’s place between your legs. A single tear rolled down your cheek and your nails dug deeply into Kai’s back, his blood finding it’s way to the surface. Only one more clench of your walls was needed for Kai’s orgasm to be triggered, his warm liquid spilling inside your heat, filling you up. He collapsed on top of you, still inside you as he propped himself up on his elbows, his face only an inch from your face.

'Fuck.’ He uttered out, a sudden laugh from both of you echoing through the living room.

'I know.’ He pulled himself out, your body flinching up a little bit.

'Does it hurt?’ It was as if it was a completely different person. Just a minute ago he was a sex god, penetrating you like there was no tomorrow and now, he was a sweet human being, concerned about your well being.

'Just a little bit, but I can take it.’ You rolled on top of him, your legs on each side of his waist.

'No sex for you for at least five days.’

'Yeah…’ you rolled off him and grabbed a blanket that was on the couch, wrapping it around your naked body. 'Good luck with that.’ His eyes widened and his brows furrowed in confussion.

'You think I can’t go five days without sex?’

'I know you can’t.’ He chuckled and wrapped his arms around your body, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on your back.

'Watch me.’ He said confidently as a smirk grew bigger on your face. You pulled yourself out off his grip and jumped down on the floor, a blanket falling down at your feet.

'No. You watch me.’ You pointed at him and then at you before you tripped over your own feet, still feeling a little weak and started walking away from him slowly, your naked body fully exposed to him. 'I will walk around the house naked from now on.’ You turned your head just enough for your eyes to catch a glimpse of him.

'Fuck, you’re so sexy!’ You screamed when you saw him jumping over the couch, wrapping his arms around your body and lifting you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. 'There are some other things we can do for fun.’ He winked at you, a quiet chuckle escaping your body as he carried you into the room you and him shared, not planning on leaving the house for the rest of the day.

♡ — au where yoongi is a rapper and a producer while jungkook is a music student trying to become a singer
(40/?) 


“THE PLAN” (aka make yoonkook real)

The whole thing was a setup.

Jungkook sensed it the moment they arrived at the studio and the others weren’t there, except for Jin, who had a blush creeping on his cheeks. He was putting some bowls full of food - that smelled amazing - on the table Namjoon usually used to put part of his Ryan collection that normally stays in the producer’s room. However the plushies were nowhere to be found.

“Ah! The others are arriving… in a couple of minutes… Yeah. Hm. ” He had said, looking all nervous. “I’ve gotta run, yeah, I think I forgot to turn the oven off back home, you guys know how I am, right?”

If he was trying to sound sincere, he was doing a poor job. Jungkook knew Jin. His cousin was a little lost and scatter-brained, but never - ever - in the kitchen. It was his sacred place, he would never do such thing as leaving his oven on to leak gas.

“Are you kidding me?” Yoongi sounded annoyed. He probably sensed that something was wrong too.

“Ahhh… I’ll be back in a few, boys! Bye!” He said, already closing the door behind him with his coat halfway up his arms. They then heard a soft click from the door being locked.

Jungkook sighed and looked over at Yoongi, who was taking off his coat and throwing himself on the leather couch.

“They’re up to something”

♡ ♡ ♡

“Well? Do you think they believed it?” Hoseok asked, while practically jumping in the back seat Jimin placed his hands on his hips and tried to settle Hoseok down but failed, as expected.

“Not for a second. Yoongi didn’t buy my excuse, but whatever. The important thing is that they’re together, and alone, with the best cooking in the world. Everything is going as we planned!” Jin said while closing the passenger side door, and leaning to give the driver (his boyfriend) a sweet peck on the lips. “Now we just have to wait until they contact us. I’m pretty sure that Yoongi will be calling to ask what’s going on soon enough.”

Namjoon started the car and left the front of the building where the Cypher Studio was located. Their plan was as simple as it could be. Make Yoongi and Jungkook believe they were all going to meet and celebrate the 3 year anniversary of the studio, pretend that something came up and leave the boys alone. Jin had made some of his best dishes, brought some wine and had the stereo ready to be activated from his phone, set to play some playlist that Taehyung swore on his life that it was romantic. He hoped so.

No one could stand Yoongi and Jungkook dancing around each other anymore, saying that they were friends, when everyone could feel their sexual tension from miles. But it wasn’t just that. They clearly had feelings for the other but they acted like it was nothing. They would spend all night talking, absorbed in their own little world when all of them were around. Their touch would linger way longer than friendly acceptable and they kept staring like they were reading the other’s mind. It was creepy but, at the same time, it was beautiful. Namjoon had known Yoongi for years and he never saw his friend like that, happy, giving so many smiles and taking care of himself. The boy driving the car was praying that everything would work out and his two friends would acknowledge their feelings so they could finally be together.

♡ ♡ ♡

GROUP CHAT

Yoongi:
Where are you guys?

Yoongi:
???

Yoongi:
???????????????

Jimin:
Oh, hey Hyung!

Yoongi:
Hey?? Where are you, brat?
You guys were supposed to be here
Kookie and I are waiting for 40 minutes
Aren’t you guys coming???!!!

Taehyung:
No

Yoongi:
What the fuck, Tae?
What do you mean by “no”??

Taehyung:
It means we’re not going!
Sorry, Hyung!

Yoongi:
I knew!
I knew you were all up to something
What’s going on?

Taehyung:
You’re a smart boy
You’ll figure it out

Hoseok:
Shut up, Tae
What he meant is
Why don’t you and Jungkook just enjoy the night?
Jin-hyung left some food and wine in the kitchen
You guys can talk
And enjoy the night…

Taehyung:
Smooth, Hobi-hyung

Yoongi:
I can’t believe this
Are you guys seriously playing matchmaker with us??

Jimin:
If this is what it takes
To make you guys realize you should be together
Then yes, we’re really playing matchmaker
Good night, Hyung!

♡ ♡ ♡

Groaning, Yoongi threw his phone on the couch and turned to look at Jungkook, who was sitting at the piano, softly touching the keys almost like he was afraid of the sound. He took his time staring at the boy. He was dressed like he always was; skinny jeans, a sweater that is clearly too big for him and the damn timberlands he insisted on using every freaking time. With his hair looking like a planned mess, in the strange yellow light of the studio, casually playing the piano, he looked like a model. Yoongi didn’t know how that was possible, how could the boy look like he was at a fashion shoot all the time. Like he knew that Yoongi was thinking about him, Jungkook turned around and smiled, showing his bunny teeth and closing his eyes.
Yoongi never stood a chance.

He should have known, from the beginning, since the day that Jin-hyung called to invite him to a special welcome dinner for his little cousin that was moving to Seoul to study music. The boy had a captivating personality and boyish smile. He looked like he was really naive and shy, but as soon as he was comfortable, he would become playful and touchy. He was smart and good at nearly everything. But, above all, Jungkook was passionate about music and that really did a number on Yoongi, himself being a music lover since he was little. And then, when he sang for the first time for the older, with a sweet voice that could reach amazing tones, apparently, it reached Yoongi’s heart too.

Maybe it was the long periods of time they spent together, maybe it was the way Jungkook was always up to eat tons of lamb skewers, or maybe it was the way that he seems to really get Yoongi understand him like no one else could. He knew when the older boy needed to chat about random things like new music equipment and anime, or when he just needed the company, just needed to know that Jungkook was there for him. Whatever it was, Yoongi knew he was too far gone, his feelings for the boy with the bunny smile too obvious to pretend they weren’t there.

Smiling back, Yoongi got up from the couch and headed to the piano, sitting with Jungkook.

“This is one of my favourite songs, and I never showed it to anyone… Until now” he heard Jungkook let a little-surprised sound before he started to play the notes he knew too well. “It’s called I Need U

♡ ♡ ♡

The song was a beautiful mix of delicate and melancholic, while still sounding a little happy.

Jungkook felt mesmerized every time he heard Yoongi playing and he allowed himself to really watch him. The older never looked so angelic as he looked when his fingers were sliding over the piano keys like it was the most natural thing in the world. He looked at his face and he had his eyes closed, looking so peaceful and… passionate. It was overwhelming and it felt like Yoongi was showing his soul. Jungkook felt warm inside. Looking at Yoongi’s face and hearing the song felt like it was too much. This was, probably, the most beautiful scene Jungkook has ever seen. Even if it wasn’t the first time he listened to him playing, he still needed to catch a breath.

It was like every time he was with Yoongi, he had to force himself to breathe. He would constantly catch himself staring at the pianist, getting lost in his moonlight-kissed skin, his lazy eyes and his lips, that looked oh-so-soft, that these days seemed to be a constant theme in his dreams… And before he noticed, his face was almost purple, both from embarrassment and for the lack of oxygen.

When the music came to an end, the notes slowing fading, it was like the melody still remained in the air. Yoongi took a breath, his hands still ghosting over the keys , like he refused to part ways.

Like it was the most natural thing to do, Jungkook slowly took his hand to the piano, his fingers brushing onto Yoongi’s and softly caressed them, like some sort of “thank you” for the song. The boy felt like the warmth he was feeling inside was spreading through his whole body, contrasting with Yoongi’s cold hand.

“Jungkook-ah…” His name sounded like a breath, a whisper.

He waited for the older boy to complete the sentence but he didn’t. Instead, he moved his hand, their fingers intertwining into a loose grip. Jungkook felt Yoongi’s thumb slowly move like he was drawing something on the back of the boy’s hand.

It felt oddly normal to stay like this, even though they had never held hands this way before. Sure, they touched each other’s hands once or twice but it never felt like this. So personal, so meaningful. It felt right.

Jungkook already had some plans in his mind, about how to approach Yoongi and tell him about his feelings, maybe ask him on a date or at least make his intentions a little more clear, but while holding the older boy’s hand, he figured this was as good time as any.

“Hyung, I…” his voice cracked a little, He couldn’t hide how nervous he was feeling, even if he tried. Hearing his name, Yoongi looked at Jungkook, their hands never parting.

While gazing into Yoongi’s eyes, it was hard to get his month to work and say the words he wanted to say for so long, to ask for the things he craved so much, things that made him lose countless hours of sleep. But Jungkook couldn’t and wouldn’t let this chance slip away.

“Hyung, can I kiss you?”

Yoongi blinked a few times but didn’t seem like he was shocked, as Jungkook had imagined he would be. He just kept staring at the boy, like he was seeing into his soul, until he let a hard breath leave his lungs, his voice sounding a little strange. Almost desperate.

“God, Jungkook-ah… Just… Yes. Yes, please.”

And as soon as Yoongi said the words, Jungkook moved closer, their face mere inches from each other. Yoongi’s hot breath brushed against Jungkook’s face and both held each other’s gaze, like repeating the question, just to be sure. They were so close, their noses almost touching , when Jungkook finally gave in and closed the distance between them.

The young boy couldn’t help but let out a little whisper, as soon as he realised that yes, Yoongi’s lips were just as soft as they looked. Maybe more. Jungkook felt that his fingers were no longer intertwined with Yoongi’s, but soon enough he found out why because he felt the pianist grab his sweater and pull their bodies even closer, their lips never parting.

Yoongi pressed his lips against Jungkook’s, softly, before tracing the boy’s bottom lip with his tongue. He let go of the boy’s sweater, just to let his hands move to the back of his neck. Jungkook reacted taking his hands all the way to Yoongi’s hips and holding him in the place like he was afraid of the older boy leaving. Even in the awkward position, they kept kissing and breathing on each other’s lips, their tongues slowly touching every now and then. Jungkook craved for Yoongi’s lips, like he never wanted anything in his life. He tasted like coffee and warmth, and Jungkook felt addicted, a sound of contentment leaving his lips without him noticing.

They broke the kiss reluctantly to catch a proper breath, feeling like they had been kissing for hours, but their bodies remained close. Their lips were still touching when Jungkook murmured on the other’s lips.

“Kiss me again. Please kiss me again”

Yoongi didn’t have to be asked twice, kissing the boy with desperation, all the want and longing he had felt for so long finally being paid, with their lips locked together and their tongues caressing the other. It felt like heaven and Jungkook was feeling dizzy from happiness and want, a shiver running through his body like there were sparks dancing all the way down his spine.

Nothing had ever felt this good.

Maid - Joker x Reader imagine part 2 :)

a/n: ok im super nervous about this one. i was requested to do a daddy smut w joker so ill try :) and let me tell you what this joker is like, he’s passionate here about.. making love sooo yeah AND he’s not 100000% maniacal, just a little bit of a maniac. here it goes 

a/n: update - im eating a banana rn :D

characters: Jared Leto!Joker, Reader

warnings: smut, swearing, daddy kink


Ever since the encounter with Mr. J two weeks ago, he was the only thing on my mind. How unfair, I get him as my only thought subject while he gets to have other things on his mind. Like… His business, Batman, police, his henchmen and other problems. I bet he doesn’t think about me at all. But God do I hope he does. What am I to him? A maid? A fuck toy? No thanks. He said he had a liking in me, does that mean I mean something more to him than just sex? I hope. 

Well, I can’t hope for that. We can’t have feelings for each other, that would be wrong - he’s my boss. If he uses me just for sex - that would partly be acceptable. No, no that wouldn’t be. Jesus, what’s gotten into me lately? Have I caught feelings for him? Him? 

If we could keep it as just sex, it would save heartbreak for everyone. I wouldn’t be complaining. I’m not complaining, the sex was just… wow. The best I’ve had. And, it was the only time for me and him. Did he not like me in bed? What if I was bad at it? Oh my God, I hope not.

Every day I was longing for his touch, but the only thing I received was looks and orders. This was really frustrating me. He was so complicated, I couldn’t figure him out in any way. I guess that was his goal. To be mysterious and unpredictable, closed to everyone around. Mr. J was giving me a hard time.

I was cleaning the boss’s own bedroom - which didn’t need much cleaning, but I cleaned it anyway cause there was nothing else to do - when I heard an echo of a door being shut. He must have come back from business. I heard shouts that seemed like happy ones echoing through the house, but just kept cleaning. Guess Mr. J had successful business today. 

I spotted a gun on the floor and bent to pick it up.It was quite heavy.  I hoped my uniform didn’t go up too high because if someone walked in, there would be quite a funny situation. I reached the gun and picked it up, straightening my posture so it would be more comfortable for me to look at it. It was-

“I would prefer the other position, doll.” I heard him speak from far behind me. My body froze, not knowing what to do. I had just picked up his gun. Oh my God, I’m so dead. Had he been watching me? I was so scared I couldn’t even think of what to say, I couldn’t move an inch. Okay, whatever happens, happens.

My breathing was heavy and quiet as I heard him walk up to me from behind and put his firm hands on my hips. What was happening?

“Be a good girl for Daddy and put that thing down, baby girl.” Mr. J spoke lowly and dominantly in my ear, his breath tingling my skin. I swear, my heart almost jumped out of its cage. I was scared, but also turned on a bit. Wait, did he ask me to put it back? But that would mean bending over again. I could just put it on the night stand. Yeah, let’s go with that option. I slowly, with my body shaking, bent forward and put the small weapon on the night stand, with his grip on me tight. 

“Oh baby,” he almost moaned in my ear. “Obedient today, are we?” He said as I bent back up. He pulled me even closer to his front and I could feel his boner through the fabrics of our clothing (a/n: gOD HELP ME I HAVENT WRITTEN SMUT IN LIKE A YEAR SHBSH I FEEL LIKE IM SINNING). I sucked in a sharp breath at the realisation that he was turned on by me. Wait, was it me? Oh my God what’s happening. “Not talking, either?” He asked and laughed lowly. He was turning me on, christ.

Suddenly Mr. J turned me around to face him and pull our bodies even closer, if that was possible at this point. I finally saw him for the first time today and we were finally as close to each other as last time. He looked pretty good, his shirt was unbuttoned at the top, showing a bit of his pale chest and tattoos and he had a slight smirk on his face. My mouth unvoluntarily fell agape at the sight before me.

“Do you like what you see, doll?” He said and raised my chin up to him with his hand. His eyes were focused on my face, as if searching my features. “C'mon, talk to me. You haven’t said a word.”

“Y-yes, sir, I-”

“It’s Daddy to you now.” He butted in.

“Yes, D-daddy,” I hesitated a bit. I know I was quite young to be working here - I finished high school a year ago, and he was a few years older than me, but his ‘daddy’ fetish was a little weird. “I j-just-”

“You look like something’s bothering you, can you tell Daddy what’s wrong?”

Can I? I mean, it has to do with him. Nah, I won’t let my self-consciousness ruin this perfect moment.

“It’s n-nothing, nothing’s bothering me, Daddy.”

“Really? Are you not lying to me, baby girl?”

“No, Daddy.”

“I love how it sounds when you say it.” Joker growls at me, making me shiver. His left hand makes its way up my back and soon he’s holding the back of my neck tightly, making me gasp. 

He pulls my face closer to his and connects our lips. Oh, so that’s what’s happening. I hesitate at first, but then put my hands around his neck and kiss him back. The way he kissed me was… with power, force and lust. I loved the combination. 

I moaned when he bit down on my lower lip with his metal teeth, there was more pleasure than pain. He grunted with a smirk and untied the bow that was holding my uniform together and threw it somewhere on the floor. I kicked off my heels before he pulled down my tights, all while our lips moved in sync.

Joker pulled away abruptly, making me whine at the loss of contact. He then tightened his grip on my neck and I got it as my que to be quiet.

“Now, baby girl,” he said, moving his hands to my back, “I’m gonna lay you down.” He said and did as promised, slowly, almost teasingly, laying my back first down on his bed. The covers felt like silk against my bare thighs, they were so soft. Joker leans back up and removes his… armory. He looked great from this point of view. He looked good from every angle, actually.

“You know,” he starts speaking matter-of-factly, ”you’re lucky I’m in a good mood today. Business went really well, so I’ve got nothing to be angry about. And to come home to such a great view of baby girl cleaning up… makes my day even better.” He finished, opening the lower buttons of his shirt.

“Aren’t you lucky to have me here, all just for you, Daddy?” I asked in a sweet voice, trying to ignore the hundred questions in my mind.

“Of course I am, my dear doll.” He said before getting on the bed and situating himself above me. “But now… it’s time to play a little bit.” He said, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. “What do you say?”

“Sure, Daddy.” I said barely above a whisper. Joker showed me his wicked smile and leaned down to kiss me again. I loved how rough, but soft his lips were, I loved the feeling of them. Mr. J’s hips pressed down on mine and his hands moved up to push my dress off of me. Once it was over my head, he threw it somewhere behind us. Now he was fully clothed with his purple shirt hanging on his torso and I was in only my black matching underwear.

Joker then sat up straight and his eyes raked over my body, mine watching him intently.

“We’ve got something beautiful here.” He stated loudly with a lustful smile. “Aren’t you beautiful, my dear?” He asked rethorically and I couldn’t help but to giggle and bite my lip. I watched as his face lowered down to my neck and he started slowly leaving rough kisses on my skin. I moaned as he traced his lips down my body, the valley of my breasts and he stopped at the middle of my tummy. 

“Look at me, doll.” He said quite sternly. I opened my eyes and looked down at him staring at me, his chin resting on my stomach. “Tell me what you want.” He said. He then turned his head so his cheek was on my stomach and his hands were resting under my body. “What do you want… What do you want… What do you want… Tell me, tell me, tell me…” he said, playing with the skin of my back.

“What re the options, Daddy?” I asked, in a half-moan. This all was turning me on so badly I just wanted him to take me right there, right now.

“Well… we could always just go with the boring option… or we could play games… or I could use my fingers, lips or any toy to make you, doll, pleased.” He said with joy filled eyes. “Today’s your day, baby girl. Daddy’s already happy, and he’ll be even more happy if his doll is.” He finished and I smiled at him. “So make your choice, darling.”

“Oh, Daddy, I would love to have your fingers work wonders on me…” I moaned out. 

“Beg for it, baby girl.”

“Oh, please, please, please, Daddy, I want your fingers so bad.” I whined, shutting my eyes closed. “Daddy, please.”

“You sound desperate, doll, so…” He rose up in a sitting position, straddling the sides of my hips. “I will give you what you want.” Mr. J said, tracing his fingers all over my face, moving them just the way to arouse me. I bet my panties were so wet it was visible. Jesus Christ, the things this man made me feel… 

His fingers moved down to my neck, then to my bra covered chest, kneading and touching it perfectly. Where has he been? He knows how to please a woman so well. He ripped my bra in half and threw it away. Multiple moans left my mouth, getting louder each time.

“Yes, baby, be loud, I love to hear you.” Joker encouraged me, moving his fingers further down my body and stopping just above my underwear. “Where do you want my fingers, doll?” He teased, tracing the line of my underwear with his fingers. “Do you want them…” he said, suddenly cupping my heat and making my back arch up from his bed. “There? Would that be okay with you?” Joker leaned in close to my face, his other hand supporting my back, so we were both sitting up. I put my arms around his neck. “Speak.” He growled.

“Y-yes, Daddy,” I managed to choke out. “Right there.” I said just before Joker pressed on my underwear, beginning to trace circles after. “Daddy, that feels s-so good….” I moaned out, dipping my fingers into his skin. He teased my center before moving my underwear to the side and continuing his work without a fabric bothering. “Daddy, please….”

“What? What is it?” Joker asked. “You don’t like it if I tease you, huh? You don’t like that?” He asked with a fake pout on his lips. 

“M-more, please, Daddy…” I begged. I bet there was a satisfied smirk on his face, but I didn’t see. His finger entering me had my eyes closed shut and mouth wide open, high pitched moans leaving it. “Oh, yes…” I sighed in pleasure, only to be interrupted when he added another finger, nearly reaching my G-spot. I almost screamed when he did that, it was more of like a scream and a moan mixed together. Mr. J began to circle them both around in me, bringing me closer to my release any second.

“Are you going to cum on my fingers like the naughty girl you are?” He huskily spoke in my ear, making me near my orgasm even faster. “Go on, do it. Come all over Daddy’s fingers, baby.” He spoke and that was all it took. My body shook, if I hadn’t been holding onto his neck, I’d probably hit the bed hard. With many moans and Mr. J holding me, I finally came to my release.

“Baby, that was wonderful.” He spoke with an audible smirk. I opened my eyes and looked at him, he raised his fingers in my view and licked them clean, humming. “You taste so sweet. I wish I could taste more of you, but not tonight…” Joker said and then leaned forward and kissed me… passionately? It must be a hallucination from the mind-blowing orgasm I just had. With as much energy as I had left, I kissed him back, being laid back down on the mattress under Joker’s body. “Now, baby girl, I hope you can take one more.” 

“Of course I can, Daddy.” I replied with a smile. “I can do anything for you.”

Anything?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect.” He says and connects our lips again. Joker’s hands then reached down to his pants to unzip them. Soon enough the only thing he was wearing was the shirt, which barely covered anything except his arms. He pulled my panties down my legs and leant back over me. My hands slithered on his chest, reaching under the shirt and tugging it off. Mr. J quickly took it off himself, showing me the whole glory, aka his body. God, he was truly something. I ran my hands over both of his biceps, admiring how strong they were, he was. All his tattoos looked so good on his white skin, it was a total contrast

“Doll, you’ll have another time to analyze my body, but it’s not now.” Joker spoke, aligning himself with my entrance. “I believe we have something better to do now, don’t we?” He said before pushing all the way in, making me yelp out loudly. I had forgot how roughly gentle he was during sex, god… I loved it. I loved everything about him. 

“Please, faster..” I moaned out. Soon enough I got what I wanted, Joker and me both moaning in sync. He kissed down my neck while pounding into me like there was no tomorrow, totally leaving a hickey here and there.

“Are you close, baby?” He whispered lowly.

“I am now…” I said.

“Are you going to cum for the second time tonight, doll?” He teased, knowing just how to speak to get me cum sooner. “Aren’t you a naughty little slut for Daddy?”

“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” It was so hard to speak while he was so deep in me, he was already touching my G-spot again. “Can you p-please go.. Ah! Deeper…” I asked, knowing it’d hurt a bit, but it would be worth it. Joker pushed harder, deeper into me, stretching me out a bit more than before. A string of moans came past my lips when he went probably balls deep in me, and it felt so amazing. “I’m s-so, so close, Daddy…” I moaned out, pulling him closer to me and scratching my nails against the skin of his back.

“Cum, baby, cum for me…” He said shakily, shooting his load in me just as I came undone. My legs were shaking and we were both sweating and breathing heavily. He pulled his member out of me and collapsed on the bed next to me. Now one thing I knew about him was that he couldn’t let anyone see him defeated or just… done in general. But he looked quite exhausted now, beaten down. 

J looked at me and turned my face in his direction by grabbing my chin. My eyelids were dropping close already, I could barely see him in front of me. 

“Rest, my doll.” He said. “You did amazing.” Him kissing my lips was the last thing I felt before totally blacking out.


a/n:  i fINISHED IT OMG YES AHAHHAHAH I AM SO WRITING THE NEXT MORNING TOMORROW MUHAHAHAHH THANKS FOR READING I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH REBLOG AND LIKE IF YOU NEED HOLY WATER I HOPE ITS NOT AS BAD AS I THINK IT IS

Angel

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Title: Angel

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 1,148

Warnings: angst

A/N: This was requested by an anon! It’s based on the song Angel by The Weeknd! I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much! <3 <3

Lucifer picked your bloody body up from the floor, a frown etched onto his lips.  How could you still be alive?  You were much stronger than he thought.  He knew this was because of him.  They wanted to go after Lucifer, and instead of coming after him, they went after you.  

He teleported to the bunker, knocking on the door.  He knew this was the last place he should be, but he had no other options.  He was thankful that Castiel decided to answer the door.  At least Castiel was an angel and not a human.  He could trust Castiel more than those cockroach humans.  

“Lucifer what are you doing here,” Castiel asked, instantly on guard.  His eyes quickly moved to you, worry washing over him.  “Is that [Y/N]?”  It was hard to tell because of all the blood and cuts on your body.  He had heard talk of Lucifer finding a soul mate, but he didn’t actually believe it until now.

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Waking up to a Dark Mark (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Prompt/Request: ‘’Okay so could you write an imagine where y/n and draco are cuddling and they both fall asleep, but in the middle of the night y/n wakes up and sees draco’s dark mark accidentally? And she wakes him up and gets mad, but he tells her that he had no choice? I know you’ll make it good haha I’m wait patiently :)’’ - Anonymous.

Word Count: 1,064.
Warning(s): Fluff. (sad to see that almost all my warnings contain the word fluff. JK, I love fluff)
Note: Okay so I’m really liking this request because I like fluff where Draco does something bad(ass) and then has to calm the reader down HA so gr8. THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST, HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

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It was the beginning of the weekend and you choose to start this weekend in the best way possible, which was cuddling with Draco in his bed because his other roommates wouldn’t be there all day. After a hard time at school, tests everywhere and teachers being really bitchy, you thought you indeed deserved some alone time with your boyfriend.

Draco was stroking his fingers through your hair, wearing his usual white long sleeve shirt and a sweater along with it. You really liked it on him, not forgetting every single boy could match his clothes like this, but it looked like Draco knew how to wear it and how to make it look attractive.

Your legs tangled with each other and his other arm laying around your waist, you slowly started to feel tired, eyelids starting to hang a bit. You rested your head against his chest, sniffling his fresh smell, like he just went for a walk outside. You also smelled some apple scent, but you ignored it, enjoying the nice aroma as you cuddled with him.

‘You tired?’ you heard him ask, your eyes already closed as your breathe started to slow down.

‘Hm-mh,’ you answered, taking a deep breathe before nodding to make it more clear. He chuckled and continued stroking his fingers through your hair.

‘I’ll join you, dinner can wait another day,’ he whispered, pressing a kiss on your forehead. He lingered away, his hand still in your hair as you felt yourself drift away.

Let’s just say school got the best of you and you felt really tired about it. You shuffled a bit in his arms before letting sleep take over you, hearing Draco wishing you a ‘sleep well’ as you fell asleep.

After a good six hours later, you woke up slowly, feeling your back and neck aching, since you were in such a weird sleeping position. As you sat up slightly, you say Draco sleeping like an angel, making your heart flutter and wanting to cuddle him even more. His hair looked soft and all you wanted to do was letting your fingers go through it, but something made you look away from his blonde locks.

The tail of what seemed like a tattoo was visible on his left arm, but it was still covered almost. You slowly lifted up his sleeve more, revealing a tattoo which made you gasp slightly, feeling blood raising to your head.

It was the Dark Mark, freshly on his forearm, moving around like it wanted to get out of his skin. You took a closer look, breathing on his arm lightly as tears were pricking on the edges of your eyes.

Why would he do something so idiotic? Why wouldn’t he tell you this?

‘Y/N?’ you heard him whisper in a groan, just waking up probably and missing the warmth beside him. You stayed in the same position, staring at the Dark Mark, not believing it was really there. It was so scary, the thought of Draco being a Death Eater and on Voldemort’s side.

A tear was streaming down your cheek, falling on his mark.

‘Draco,’ you whispered, voice shaking and cracking slightly, ‘ why would you?’

Draco sat up so you couldn’t look at the Dark Mark anymore, him still sleepy and not getting what you meant. ‘What do you mean?’

You sniffled, slowly grabbing his left arm, rolling up his sleeve more before letting your fingers glide over the mark. It felt really creepy, like some worms were inside his skin, walking around and trying to get out like you said before.

‘Y/N I-’ he said, pulling back slowly, but you kept his arm in position with all the strength you had. More tears were falling on his arm and at this moment, you were sitting on your knees, crying over the Dark Mark of you damn boyfriend.

Draco pulled his sleeve down and you dropped his arm, ready to stand up and leave the room but Draco threw his arms around you. ‘Y/N, please listen to me, I can explain it,’ he whispered with a whining tone, you sobbing in your hands, still not believing this whole, ridiculous thing.

‘Explaining what? You having the bloody Dark Mark on your forearm?’ you hissed in a lower tone, careful not to wake up his roommates

Draco his lower lip was shaking and a moment later he pulled you in for a hug.

‘Please, listen to me, I had no choice. I never had a choice,’ he whispered in your ear, making you shiver as you cried in his shoulder softly, his hand running up and down your back.

And then you pulled back slightly, cupping one cheek of him before looking at him with sad eyes. He tilted his head, feeling the touch of your hand like it would be the last time he would feel it. And maybe it would indeed, because you may just walk out of the door and never look at him anymore, like he was nobody to you.

But you couldn’t, because you loved him.

‘Of course you had a choice Draco, you always have a choice,’ you said softly, feeling a tear in your hand as you saw a tear escaping from Draco his eye.

‘No Y/N, if I didn’t join the dark side, h-he would kill my parents, my friends…’ he said, looking down at your knees touching each other, ‘and you.’

Your hand fell down, your mouth hanging open, feeling so much pity towards the boy who had no choice.

‘Oh Draco,’ you sobbed, feeling so sorry for all the things he had go through. All the pain, all the pressure, it was all too much for him and you get that. You absolutely get that.

He whimpered, but you stopped him from making another noise as you placed your lips on his, kissing him soft and tender, wanting to make this one a special one.

It lasted for more than fifteen seconds, because it was a moment to remember, showing him your love and support. You would always be there for him, no matter what. And it eventually would end in a good way, you having faith in that Potter boy Draco disliked.

‘I love you,’ he muttered against your lips, you laughing low as you pecked him twice, noses touching.

‘I love you too, Draco, always.’

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“Sign on the dotted line and everything will be complete.” Your lawyer handed you a pen and you took it hesitantly.

You looked at the piece of paper that lied on the table in front of you. Once you signed it with your signature, your marriage to James Buchanan Barnes would be over.

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