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“Envy” Dean Winchester x Reader

Words: 2,222

Dean Winchester x Reader

Request: Hey can I request a dean x reader where they grew up together as close friends but recently dean has been really cold and teases/picks on her. She doesn’t understand or know why but it’s because dean has started to think that her and Sam like each other and dean is super jealous because he’s always loved her? Thank you!

Warnings: Language, mentions of death, jealously, fluff, implied smut

Originally posted by devoiddean


“I win.” You smirk as you slide the poker chips over to your side of the table, the man on the other side of the poker table looking surprised. “Three of a kind. King of Spades.”

You’re at a bar with Sam and Dean, doing your weekly poker game hustle. While they were amazing at beating people in pool, your specialty is poker. You can beat anybody at the game, and you use this to your advantage. Men take you on, thinking that they can beat an “innocent, beautiful girl like you” without a doubt. But you win every time; you can’t remember the last time you lost a game of poker.

“Here I was, thinking you were bluffing.” The man nods his head. “Rematch?”

“No, I think I’ll take what I earned.” You smile, looking at Sam, who is standing to the side of the table. Dean is playing pool on the other side of the room, undoubtedly winning his game.

Sam sends you a smile, and you get up from your seat, walking over to him. He slips his arm around your waist, something the boys always do when you’re in a bar. It was nothing romantic, just something they did. Well, something Dean always did. Sam didn’t do it too often, but you were glad he did at this moment, since the man you just took almost a thousand dollars from looked pissed off.

Dean glances over at you, making a face slightly when he sees Sam’s arm around you, the two of you smiling and talking to each other. He says something you can’t quite hear to the guys he’s playing with, setting down his pool stick and taking a wad of cash from the man on his right.

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Originally posted by grysamobojcow

Request: DC imagine where the reader is Lady Joker. Joker can’t stand it when the reader “steals the show” but can’t help being captivated by the reader.

For: @theshe-wolfwaits
Words: 1,840

Leto!Joker x Reader – Didn’t really know where to go with one to be honest.


“Don’t you like my desk?” You asked innocently. You leaned back into your luxury leather spinning chair and rested your feet on the large oak desk in front of you. It had taken five of your men to bring it into your office. The thin, unassuming man on the other side of the desk rubbed his hand together anxiously.
“It’s nice.” He squeaked.
“Thank you!” You gave him a beaming grin which didn’t relax him. He was your informant, one of The Joker’s men. The Joker. You’d met just a few times but you loved to piss him off whenever you had the chance – call it flirting.

“So, when is Jokey taking the bank?” you asked him threading your fingers together and acting almost like a professional.
The informant looked nervous, “You’ll make sure that Mr J can’t get to me, that’s what you said, right?”
You jumped up from your chair so fast that it was still spinning as you walked around the side of the desk and perched against it in front of him. You placed your hand on his cheek and spoke softly like a mother calming her child after a nightmare, “I promise that mean old clown won’t hurt you.”
“Tomorrow morning.” He told you and pulled a file out from his the inside of his jacket. He handed it to you and you quickly read over it. It had all the details of The Joker’s bank heist.

Great, now you knew where to find him. It was a lot of trouble to go through just to see your crush but you weren’t a quitter.
“This is just what I needed.” You thanked the informant and placed the folder down on the desk, picked up your gun from beside it, turned and shot him between the eyes. His body flew back from the close range and crumpled into a bloody pile in the middle of your floor.

Behind your desk Veck, your right hand man, tutted in disappointment, “Do you know how much it costs to get a carpet cleaner who can get blood out and keep their mouth shut?”
You pouted at his berating, “I know that you’ll handle it Vecky. I kept my promise, The Joker never touched him. Besides, I hate rats.”

—-

“Mr J, there’s a problem.”

The Joker sneered at his henchmen and shoved him aside. He stalked into the bank, flanked by his men. The bank was trashed and empty of people save for you. You were stood in the middle of the empty bank with a shot gun leant on one shoulder and a large satchel bag on your other shoulder.

“What took you so long?” You asked and tapped your bare wrist with your finger as though you were tapping a watch. He scowled and looked around the empty bank.
“Oh, I put everyone in the vault.” You said flippantly.  
He said nothing but his eyes took you in.

You pouted, “I went to all the trouble of putting this together and you won’t even talk to me?”
“What do you want?” The Joker asked, his raspy voice making you grin.
“See that’s better!” You beamed, “Maybe I just wanted your attention. See, I even got you a present.”
You threw the satchel bag over to him. It landed at his feet and he regarded it curiously as one of his men held it open to show him the bundles of cash inside, no doubt stolen out of the vault.

He sucks in a breath and inclined his head while he considered accepting the bag, “What have I done to deserve a present?”
“I’m just a big fan.” You grinned.

You stepped forwards to leave, making sure to walk past him on the way. He turned sideways as you passed him, your eyes locked with his and your chests brushed as you slowly moved past him. He let you go and watched the doorway where you’d left before turning back to the emptied bank. There was no destruction to cause, nothing left to rob, no show at all! He stalked over to a nearby desk, took a hold of it and flipped it over.

Where was his fun now?!

Snarling, he glanced back to where his men waited with the bag full of money that you’d given him. His snarl turned to a smirk. Maybe there was still fun to be had.

The Joker sat back on his plush sofa, arms lay across the top of cushions.
“So boys, what have we got this time?” He asked two of his men who had set up a projector in front of their boss. It was littered with photos and maps of all of your recent illegal activities. Every escapade that he’d planned, you got too first. He’d been upstaged at every turn and it had made him obsessive. You’d certainly caught his interest and his eye.

They loaded up security footage from a night club that The Joker often did business at. He watched as you turned to the security camera, gave a dramatic wink and then blew a kiss at the camera. He grinned to himself a mirror imagine of the mad grin inked into the back of his hand.
“This is the most recent thing , Sir.” One of his men told him as he pressed play and your manic grin filed The Jokers projected screen again. He watched as you walked with Veck, The Joker had done his research into your associates, into a meeting only for the man that you meeting to pull out a gun and open fire.

It was a clear view of Veck tackling you to the ground, your shoulder instantly spewing blood before Veck practically carried you out of the fray while your men opened fire on your attacker.
The Joker sucked in a harsh breath, his head tilted as he pointed at your assailant now paused on the screen, “Bring him to me, we have business to talk about.”

—-

“Stop pouting.” Veck told you but you crossed your arms, flinching as your shoulder throbbed again, and pouted more.
“My shoulder hurts and The Joker is ignoring my flirting, I think I deserve a good pout.” You answered. Veck rolled his eyes at you and you did a little mocking dance over to where you had a man bound to a chair with thick duct tape. You pushed his forehead with two fingers until he tipped all the way over and crashed back onto the floor. He tried to scream but it didn’t make it past the duct tape across his mouth that you’d painted with a mad grin.
Sitting on his chest you traced the smile with your finger, “Shh. I found out that a lil Bat has been look all over town for you, apparently you want to rat on Mr J. I don’t like rats so I’m going to make you an example and you’re my last shot of getting Mr J’s attention. If he still hasn’t warmed up to me after I give him you then maybe it wasn’t to be.”

You rested your elbows on your knees and your chin in your hands and pouted, you didn’t want to think about giving up on The Joker but he just didn’t seem interested.
“Y/N, you wanna see this.” Veck’s voice caught your attention and you sighed pushing yourself up from the man’s chest, he grunted as you moved. Joining Veck by the window you peeked out of the window through the blinds to see a purple Lamborghini parked outside. The car door opened and The Joker’s green hair was the first thing that you saw until he looked up and made eye contact with you.
He gave you a smirk before stepping into the building with his men in tow. You let out a squeal of excitement, jumped away from the window and started to fix your hair. Sitting yourself down on oil drum behind the man who was still taped to the tipped over chair, you waited for him to come in. Veck stepped behind you and gently moved some of your hair into place and you thanked him just before the door swung open.

The Joker stepped through the threshold, his eyes on you instantly, he moved towards you, his expression intent. He stopped only when he reached the man on the floor, noticing the rat duck taped for his convenience for the first time.
“For me?” He rasped.
You nodded, “I thought you’d like it.”

He stepped around the man towards you and stopped so that he leant over you sat on the drum. Veck tensed and you raised a hand to stop him interfering.
The Joker leaned down so that his face hovered over yours, “Its perfect.”
You resisted the giggle that tried to bubble up inside you and instead offered him a grin. His face was close to yours still when he added, “I actually brought you something.”
You felt heat rise in your cheeks, “You did?”

“Well, you got me a present so this was only fair.” The Joker told you as he turned to gesture for his men to bring something in. your face was split in a grin again when the man who had shot you’re a few days earlier was dragged into the room by his foot. He was unconscious and his face was covered in blood and snot.  The Joker noticed you looking at his injuries, “I hope you don’t mind, I saw what happened.”
His fingers came up to gently brush your injured shoulder and your stomach flipped at the contact. You brought your hands up to either side of his jacket and pulled him down to you so that you could kiss him. He responded with earnest, his hands finding your hair and pulled you towards him with it in harsh, rapid motions.
You pulled apart from him and smiled, “It’s a wonderful present.”
He leaned back into you and bit your bottom lip lightly before answering, “That’s not even the best part.”

He stepped away from you to take his a bundle of black material from one of his men, he took it over to an aged table and rolled it out so show all of the weapons hidden inside. Hatchets, cleavers, screwdrivers, some so pristine that they made your eyes water while some where rusted, dull and painted with dried blood.
You clapped your hands together excitedly and jumped off of your drum to stand beside The Joker in front of the table, “What a beautiful date idea!”
His arm wrapped around your waist pulling you in front of him so that he could kiss your neck and hiss in your ear, “The first of many.”

what can you get from oral sex if you have a vagina

besides herpes, cancer, genital warts, &c

can you get bv?

i am CONSTANTLY freaking about those grey furred tongues on my junk in the name of toxic masculinity’s sadsack attempts to BRING WOMEN PLEASURE.

MEN!

WASH YOUR BUTTS MEN

BUT ALSO WASH YOUR TEETH

FLOSS

GARGLE

BRUSH YOUR TONGUE

GARGLE AGAIN

WHEN A LADY SAYS SHE DOESNT LIKE ORAL BE LIKE OK THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME

lollll the history teachers got all huffy and were whispering under their breath bc i guess me and another student teacher were sitting in “their spot” during a meeting. LIKE OK UR ALL GROWN ASS MEN IN YOUR 40s-50s BUT WHATEVER

anonymous asked:

How's your favorite x-men character from the comics? What's your favorite mutant power?

Favorite X-Men character would be Jean Grey. Always has been and always will be. Although I kinda hated her in Xmen Forever. Like how many team members is she gonna get with? Lol.

Favorite mutant power? Well I usually say telekinesis but tbh, I’m not sure if that would be a power that I actually wanted, if I could really have superpowers I mean. Like what good would it do me really? If I had a mutant power, I would want it to be something more practical. I mean, something that I could actually benefit from. Like that chick from the show Heroes with the infinite memory. You could literally become fluent in a new language in maybe a day or so! Or read the entire textbook for a class and never have to study!! Or maybe teleportation, cause I could pop over to see my family in Ireland in the blink of an eye!

@ men: your masculinity makes you fragile

@ women: your femininity is used to control you

Break away from these social constructs, you do you, don’t abide to gendered concepts. You’re neither masculine nor feminine, you’re just a person with your own mind, your own interests. Realise that, and dismantle these two concepts.

anonymous asked:

Negan, it's kind of weird how you get as many women (wives) as you want, but we're not allowed to even kiss or hook up any other men. Explain your shit

I don’t have to explain a goddamn thing, sweetheart. Don’t wanna be fuckin’ faithful? Then don’t become a wife. Work for points like everyone else, and screw whoever you want. If that’s not what you want do, then realize the wives are mine, they’re for me, and no one else. - Negan

Originally posted by michonnescarl

I was tagged by @oh-haseena who I will be eternally grateful to for dragging me into Hwarang which introduced me to the most beautiful man to walk the planet aka Park Hyungsik so… thanks SO MANY PROVA U R THE BOMB.CO.UK

rules: post 10 actresses and/or actors (or a mix of both) you would kiss and tag 10 blogs

1. Park Hyungsik
2. Sidharth Malhotra
3. Song Joong Ki
4. Park Bo Gum (sORRY SHIVANGI)
5. 90s Salman Khan
6. Choi Minho
7. Ranveer Singh
8. Nam Joo Hyuk
9. Barun Sobti 
10. Namik Paul 

I will tag…. @hedevimaiyya, @gobodosama (i want to see all the middle aged men on your list tbh), @dansphil, @wreathoflaurels, @acupofchar ummm is it bad that I literally can not think of anyone else to tag? IF YOU WANT TO DO THIS SAY THAT I TAGGED YOU PLEASE!!! 

rape being used as a weapon of war is so heart wrenching. it was used during the partition of india, the french used it in algeria, serbians used it against bosnian women, it’s being used right now in syria and what’s so heart breaking is the fact that women choose to commit suicide because of the possibility of being raped. humanity never learns, we really have failed.

If a transman wants to keep his name, he should be allowed to do that and it’s none of your business

If a transman wants to pick a name very similar to his dead name (Samantha to Sam, Jane to Jack, etc), he should be totally allowed. It’s a little cliche, but to some people it’s a reminder about where they came from.

If a transman wants to pick a name from a fictional media that they enjoy, DO NOT chastise them for it. That is one of the rudest things you could possibly do.

If a transman wants to pick a very unique name or a plain name with a unique spelling (like Nic instead of Nick), he should be allowed to without getting weird looks.

If a transman wants to pick a very regular run of the mill name to make himself feel comfortable, support him.

It may not be what YOU would choose but guess what. It’s not YOUR choice.

hey, shoutout to non-passing trans boys/mlm who:

-constantly have to deal with being misgendered

-have long hair!! (either bc theyre in the closet or by choice)

-have big hips/a large chest and feel like they can never pass

-are unable to transition currently (either because of financial or family situations)

-feel like they’ll never be seen as a man

-have high pitched “feminine” voices!

-get told theyre just straight girls

-feel like theyll never be accepted

-are scared theyll never find a boy who loves them

I promise that things will get better for you!! you’re just as much of a boy as any cis dude, and in time you will be able to transition and you will find a boy who loves you!!!

Unpopular opinion time
  • Cisgender people aren’t automatically transphobic just because they’re cis.
  • White people aren’t automatically racist because they’re white.
  • Men aren’t automatically misogynistic, rapists or abusers, just because they’re men.
  • Everyone can be racist to everyone else of a different race. Reverse racism doesn’t exist, it’s just racism, everyone is capable of it.
  • Anyone who lies about rape accusations should receive prison time.
  • Everyone is entitled to a proper course of justice in the court of law.
  • Transgender men should be put in men’s prisons, transgender women should be put in women’s prisons.
  • Women can be abusive to their partners. Do not automatically victimise women or say “this motive means that the man deserved it” are you fucked in the head?
  • People who are incapable of looking after their child should not receive custody over the other parent.
  • Feminism is great. Everyone deserves equality, and the proper precautions should be put in place at demonstrations. However, extreme feminism is not great. It gives feminism a bad name. If you go out there shouting “MEN ARE PIGS!” “MEN DESERVE TO DIE!” and all that bullshit, you’re a fucking moron.
  • Transpecies and transrace are not things. You cannot be cat, or a horse or a fucking bunny rabbit. You cannot be black, or Asian or anything else to the race you were born. I’m sorry, but it’s true. Go ahead and call me transphobic (even though I’m not)
  • The amount of genders and sexualities that Tumblr is creating is fucking ridiculous. “Angeligender– A gender found only among angels, that is hard to describe to non-angels. For godkin and angelkin only.” “Lichtgender- A gender represented by a ball of light.” “Zodiacgender– A catch-all gender term that is used to describe when one’s gender is related to a (or their specific) zodiac sign.” I’m sorry, what?? What the fuck? No.
  • There is not 76 fucking genders. Fuck off.
  • If you are transgender male and deliberately present as female, or transgender female and deliberately present as male, and then complain that someone misgendered you, that’s your fault, nobody else’s.
  • NON-BINARY, GENDERFLUID AND AGENDER PEOPLE ARE ENTITLED TO HAVE THEY/THEM PRONOUNS USED TO IDENTIFY THEM.
  • If you are 13 and your boyfriend is 20, I’m sorry, but he’s a paedophile. “Age is just a number” yeah, then prison is just a room.
  • Stalking celebrities to a point where you find out where they live is NOT okay. Stop being a creepy little weirdo and play outside or some shit.
  • You are not edgy because you hate people. You are not edgy for self-diagnosing mental health issues. You are not edgy for self-diagnosing other medical issues. You’re a twat.