psychopathic kitten

Daddy’s Gonna Take Care of You Now

okay so this is my first imagine agh! But I’m excited requests are open if anyone wants to submit any idea hope you guys like it!

Warnings: Alcohol, Smut, Physical Abuse? kinda, HEAVY DADDY KINK


Originally posted by grysamobojcow


You hopped out of the shower getting ready for another night at work. You had been working as a bartender at one of the Joker’s clubs for just over a year now and had quickly become one of his favorite employees. You never understood why he took such an interest in you but hey, it’s better than him waving a gun in your face, right? You hurried to work praying you wouldn’t be late again. Boss liked you, but you could only get away with so much. You ran down the stairs and jumped in to your old beat up car, racing to the club. ”Y/N, Y/N you’re late again.” your best friend Jace teased “Come one Jace, you know it takes time to look this good.” You giggled. “Boss has a business meeting tonight so go make sure the VIP booth is cleaned.” Jace said as he nodded towards the VIP section. You looked back at Jace and smiled as you ran up the stairs to the lavish room. The room was beautiful, it overlooked the club, so you could see all the people dancing with white leather couches facing each other and a glass table in the middle for drinks. All around it had gold and purple accents. Very fitting for J. You had just finished tidying up the booth when you heard that infamous laugh. You turned and saw J come in with his henchmen following close behind. You had never told anyone, well except Jace of course, that you had a crush on the green haired villain. I mean, it was an innocent crush nothing would happen anyway.  He was the most powerful man in Gotham. He could have anyone! Why choose you? You rushed back down to the bar to help Jace with the growing crowd. It had  been almost an hour since J had arrived you looked up at the VIP booth and caught a glance of him and his business partner. “UM EXCUSE ME!?” some girl snapped at you, bringing you out of your trance “oh, um sorry…what was your order again?” You asked. “Vodka tonic.” She scoffed. If she wasn’t standing in front of you, you probably would have spit in her drink. Just as you finished the blond bimbo’s drink, Frost came up to you. “Hey Frosty, how’s it going?” You asked “Whiskey, neat for boss and a scotch on the rocks for his guest. Bring them up for him will you?” He asked.  “Sure thing Frost!” You winked.

You walked up the stairs into the luxurious room  “Mr. J.” You smiled. God, he looked good. He had on a white dress shirt that was buttoned half way, just so you could see his tattoos peeking out  “Ah, Y/N thank you for joining us.” He said as you placed the drinks in front of them. “Of course Mr. J. Anything else?” You blushed. “That’s it for now Y/N.”’. He said, as you turned to leave. Just as you made your way down the stairs, you heard his business partner comment “Damn J! You really know how to pick em! That bartender is hot as shit!”’ . You laughed to yourself and continued back down to Jace and the bumbling drunks. The evening was ending soon “Just two more hours…” You reminded yourself. You looked back up at the VIP booth noticing J and his partner still talking, damn this must be one important meeting you thought to yourself. Frost came down towards you again ‘Same thing as last time’ he said ‘Coming right up’. You once again, went up and delivered the drink. You felt J’s partner stare at you. “Hey babe, why don’t you come sit next to me? I tend to think better with pretty things like you by my side.” You looked back at J, he gave you an ice cold stare that sent chills down your spine. “Oh no, I’m sorry I have a lot of work to get back to, Sir.” You said as you started to back out of the room “Come on babe, I don’t bite” he said with a twisted smile “No Sir, really I-I need to go” You stammered. You could feel your face growing hot. You knew anyone who worked with J was dangerous, but J’s stare made it clear, and you were not going to disobey him. “BITCH. I  SAID, SIT DOWN.”  He shouted as he grabbed your wrist and yanked you towards him, causing you to fall forward. You heard the safety of a gun click. You closed your eyes in fear of what was to happen next. You were almost certain he was going to blow your brains out, but to your surprise you heard J’s voice. “Big mistake.” He growled.

You opened your eyes to see J with his gold and purple gun aimed at  his partner’s head. “J-J I didn’t mean any disrespect! I thought she was just some bartender bitch…” He stuttered. “Well then you were mistaken then. Weren’t you?” J asked with his signature sinister smile. “J no-no I’m sorry man just-” BANG! You flinched knowing the man’s fate. You knew J was a bad man. You knew he killed people. But, you had never actually seen it. You were a bartender for Christ’s sake! “Awh, dear don’t be upset.” J cooed.  “Come sit on daddy’s lap.” You were paralyzed with fear, but you forced yourself to walk over slowly and sit down. He wrapped his arms around you.  You felt weirdly safe. How could you be safe though? You were in the arms of a psychopath! “Now kitten, don’t worry your pretty little head, daddy will make sure no one ever touches you again.” You felt his warm breath on your neck. You turned to face him, surprised at how close your face was to his. “It’s okay doll, daddy’s gonna take care of you now”. You didn’t even have time process what he was saying before you felt his lips crash onto yours. They were surprisingly soft. You straddled him as the kiss continued to heat up, your breathing became heavier. You tangled your hands in his chemical green hair as he moved from your lips down to your neck, leaving marks as he went “Do you want this?” He asked looking you in the eyes, his icy blue gaze more intense than ever. “Yes.” you sighed, as you felt his bulge growing beneath you making you wetter than ever before. He began to unzip your dress at an agonizingly slow pace he lifted you up and pressed you against the wall as he undid his belt, your breathing increasing with every second just waiting for him to fill you. He teased you by running his fingers over your underwear causing you to whimper for more. “Already so wet for daddy?” He growled. You gasped as you felt your panties rip. “But -  those were my favorite.”  You pouted. “I’ll buy you more kitten.”’ He said as he crashed his lips back onto yours. You heard his belt hit the floor as you lifted your dress over your head with no warning he entered you and a loud moan escaped your lips as you felt him filling you up. His pace began to pick up and you felt the tension in your lower belly grow. Just when you were about to finish, he pulled out and slammed you on the table “But, daddy!” You whined, he pinned your hands above your head as he hovered over you. ‘You can only cum when daddy says so, got it princess?”’ He warned. “Yes, daddy.” You giggled as he suddenly thrust into you. You moaned so loudly that  you were sure the whole club could hear you, but you didn’t care. You were in pure ecstasy. His thrusts grew faster and harder as you felt your body start to tense again “Daddy I’m gonna cum!” You screamed as you felt your body tighten around him. Soon after his thrusts slowed, he rolled over next to you. “Oh princess, I thought I told you not to cum without daddy’s permission?” He smirked as he stared at you with those icy blue eyes. “I’m gonna have to punish you for that later.”. Oh, what a night you had ahead of you. You thought to yourself as you got dressed and headed to the parking lot towards his purple Lamborghini

002. PSYCHOTIC DISORDERS AND HOW YOU'RE OFFENSIVE

While I have the energy to post my rants, here’s another one. This is going to be about how people (mis)treat psychotic disorders in roleplay. I’m sure the idea of making a person with a psychotic disorder seems like loads of fun, but about 90% of you shitheads butcher the disorder due to misinformation and make it something it isn’t, making it come across like people who have a psychotic disorder, people like me, are perpetually insane and incapable of doing much else but be psychotic. More acid under the read-more, enjoy. Bastards.

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