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AUTHOR’S NOTE; Thank you for the request lovely! I don’t feel like i’ve done enough Joker lately and for good reason, because I suck haha. I didn’t really know where to go with this and I really hope it doesn’t suck too bad. Hope it was what you were kind of looking for, so let’s see how this goes!

WARNING: Smut and mature language ahead. 

It had been 4 months since you lost your virginity to Mr. J and day by day you found yourself trying to forget it had ever happened in the first place. The Joker was not only your boss, but he was also one of the most infamous criminals in Gotham city, losing your virginity to him was not a bold move, it was just plain stupid. 

How long had you even known him, a year maybe? The only forms of interaction you guys ever had usually involved him requesting you for some form of a delivery that included merchandise, guns, drugs, etc because that’s what your job was. Pretty faces were always recruited for one of 3 things; to waitress, to strip or to deliver depending on their skill set. Considering you didn’t give a damn about customer service; you simply knew waiting tables wasn’t going to work. On top of that, you couldn’t dance to save your life so delivering was your only option at the time. 

Over the course of these past few months you’ve found yourself literally doing everything in your power to avoid Mr. J. This meant stirring clear of every place you knew he’d be, delivering all your drop off reports, files and cash to his right hand man Frost and ultimately working through a middle man to handle any business you had between the two of you. Everything seemed to run smoothly until your phone nearly fell off the night stand from its constant ringing. Without much thought, you reached over and answered. 

“Yeah.” you spoke sternly, obviously annoyed from being woken up.

“2:45. Be here. I got somethin’ I need ya t’take care of.” He reported not leaving much room for you to argue. You instantly recognized it as the voice of Mr. J, but before you could so much as sigh in response, he hung up. You couldn’t disobey him because that could just as easily get you killed or punished; which with Mr. J, one would argue that they meant the same thing. However, you had been on the other end of his torturous punishments before on account of your uncontrollable eye rolls and slight mumbling whenever he said something out of line. The last thing you wanted was to experience that pain again. 

The current time was 2:30AM. It would take you a few moments, but you were quite certain that you could get there in no time considering the roads would be nearly deserted at this time of night. As you drove, you couldn’t figure out what irritated you more; the fact that you’d been bothered at 2AM or that he’d called you personally for a job without actually telling you what it was. 

Deep scrapes of unease slid through your abdomen as you made your way up the stairs to his penthouse. A sigh erupted from your lips as you peered around the halls hoping to see Frost, but when you came up empty handed you frowned. That was disappointing. Your hand rested on the door knob for a few moments as you attempted to gather yourself while the silence on the other side set you on edge. 

Drawing in a deep breath, you push the door openly slowly and began glancing around the dimly lit room only to find Mr. J sitting comfortably next to the large window that took up most of the wall of his penthouse. He gazed out of it as if seeing something that wasn’t there and you had half a mind to wonder what was going on in his mind. Such a dangerous place it was. 

“Mr. J, Ya said ya needed me; ya got the package?” You questioned casually while standing impatiently in the doorway. 

“Close the door.” He stated not even bothering to turn around and look at you. You were uncomfortable already, and you felt yourself hesitate in the door frame at his request. He finally turned to you this time. 

“Close i-i-i-t.” He stated, lingering on the “i” as if he were cooing a child. You couldn’t stop yourself from obeying and the intimidating impulse behind his eyes forced you to look away as you closed the door behind you. You glanced into the distance on the other side of it, as if looking for an out, but you knew full well that there was none. 

“So, where’s this one headed?” You questioned turning your body full circle to close the door behind you. It was hard to look him in the face, especially after having it so close to yours in the past. Why were you thinking about this? Tonight’s call was strictly business and should remain as such.

The sound of footsteps caught your attention and you turn around to find him standing closer to you now, but still a comfortably safe distance away. How was it that even though he was still on the opposite side of the room, you didn’t feel safe?

After a few moments of him staring at you, you shift your weight slightly and roll your eyes. 

“There is no package, is there?” You assume. 

“How long did ya think ya could keep it up huh?” His voice questioned, but it hit the atmosphere with a rhetorical undertone. 

“I dunno what you’re talking about.” You try to rationalize, but you should’ve known that rational thinking and Mr. J never mixed. His facial features contorted into a look that resembled displeasure as he slipped his hands into his front pockets.

“You don’t mmmmm?” He questioned. You had done well to convince yourself that, that night never happened, not because you didn’t enjoy yourself, but because a part of you saw it as a heinous act. He was your boss and more than anything your virginity was the only precious thing about you. Now, it was gone and worse, you’d manage to give it to the last person you wanted to touch you; Mr. J. You couldn’t fully erase it; the way he touched you, the way he called you princess, the way he growled in your ear, the way he took his time, the way he kept his hands firmly on your skin; it was unforgettable, but you still tried. 

“No, Mr. J. I don’t.” You nearly pleaded hoping he could see the hidden message behind your eyes. Let it go. 

“So, it’s Mr. J, now?” He asked with a look that mocked confusion. 

“I’ve always called you Mr J, Mr. J.” You furrowed your eye brows. 

“That’s funny, it was please daddy the last time I saw ya.” He stated as his voice changed as a mockery of your own. You feel your eyebrow raise without warning and the heat from your cheeks was released in a sign. Perhaps you’d called him daddy once or twice during the entire ordeal, but it was what he’d apparently liked. To bring it up now as a joke to embarrass you was a low blow .

“You don’t remember?” he asked moving an inch closer. A hand absently finds its way to your hair, pushing a few strands behind your ear. 

“Ya got something for me t’deliver Mr. J?” You question in an attempt to avoid him all together and the annoyance in your voice was evident. He growled. He didn’t speak this time. Instead, he continued to stare at you and the more uncomfortable you got the more intense the stares felt. 

“Ya think ya can avoid me and I not notice?” He moves closer again. 

“I told you, I’m not.” You lie. He tilts his head slightly and narrows his eyes. If there was one thing he didn’t tolerate, it was lying. 

“Stupid, isn’t a good look on ya doll.” He antagonized. You narrowed your eyes at him. 

“Don’t call me that.” You never liked that nickname and no one ever called you it. it implied beauty, frailty and innocence; three things that you were indefinitely not. You were a killer if need be, a hired gun if need be, a delivery girl if need be, a doll; not even in the slightest. 

“Mmmm well which do you prefer? Sweetie, baby, pumpkin pie, princess?” He questioned and you couldn’t stop the slight glance to the side as your insides clenched at the idea of the last one. Muscle memory would never allow you to forget the way he made your body feel when he called you that the last time you two interacted. You eyes snapped back to his as you attempted that the current moment didn’t happen. 

“Ohhhhh, I like the response to that one.” He cooed taking another step in your direction. You should have known you couldn’t do anything without him noticing it considering his eyes never left your skin, but what did he expect you to do?

“I can’t….do this.” You responded using your fore finger and your thumb to softly grip the bridge of your nose. There was no right answer or response; only a never ending taunt fueled by his vulgar nature.

“Ohhh, what have I taught cha’ about that word?” His voice was low this time as if to put forth an emphasis on his stature over you. His pause was agonizingly slow as he stared at you, waiting for a reply. Your eyebrows furrow in response to his question and you find yourself taking an instinctive step back wards towards the closed door. That word was always off limits and the mere memory of what he did to you the last time you used it was enough to make you recoil from him. 

“Should I repeat the lesson?” He questioned and your instant rush of panic caused you to look away from him. Your eyes scanned the room for an emergency out just incase this got messy, but you knew currently there were only 2 ways out of this room with him. One was the closed door behind you and the other was the large window that acted as a wall for his penthouse’s living room. Considering he was the top floor, the window wasn’t an option. 

“Please don’t.” You urged allowing your eyes to shut for a brief moment as if trying to destroy the images of his previous lesson from your mind. You still had the scars, the bruises, the scraps and now every time he reminded you of it; you still managed to feel the pain as well. Muscle memory. 

“Don’t what?” He questioned placing his index finger behind his ear as if he didn’t hear your plea. 

“Please don’t punish me.” You answered and his smile widened. Such a sadist. 

“That’s a good girl.” his voice broke as he enthused and if you didn’t know him well you’d think he was overwhelmingly pleased. You rolled your eyes and he growled while taking another step toward you.

“Stop.” you demanded, but there was a slight waver in your voice and it hits the atmosphere like a plea. He smiles. 

“I’m am not going to do anything.” he stated simply before pulling his arms up on either side of him as if to show he was harmless, but you knew better. If he wasn’t up to anything then why were you here, and why did you feel anything but safe? Your confusion must have been clear on your face because he finally spoke. 

“I just need ya to do something for me….” he suggested, lingering on the last word and taking another step towards you. He was inches away from you now, and you some how felt relieved because perhaps this was a business thing. You felt yourself perk back to life believing the nonsense before was finally over until he spoke again. 

“Cum for me.” He spoke in a low tone while focusing his eyes in on your lips. 

Your eyebrows wrinkle before your facial features nearly crumble like pastries in front of him. His eyes didn’t meet yours, but they stayed intent on watching your lips as if there was something to be desired there. 

“Cum for me, Princess.” He repeated, this time adding the nickname that was now etched into your mind. You could feel yourself beginning to fall apart at the seams, but you still attempted to keep your outer form composed. You refused to be affected by him or his taunts, but you couldn’t stop the feeling of your thighs tightening in response to the growing discomfort in your lower abdomen. 

“That’s…..not gonna do anything.” You speak with uncertainty. He smiles again before closed up the rest of the space between the two of you. His left hand reached up slowly to rest firmly against the wall beside your face while his other lightly nipped at the front of your shirt. Your back against the door and his hands boxing you in made you uncomfortable, but you only shifted your weight and looked away from him. It was as if his eyes had fingers and they slowly slid from the base of your body back up to your eyes. 

“Look at me.” He demanded shifting his leg slightly so that he was comfortable close to you now. His angle was strategic for he was close enough to keep you boxed in, but far enough to see your entire body in one glance. You wouldn’t indulge him, instead, you took an unsteady breath through your lips. 

“Look at me.” he requested again except more stern this time. You couldn’t resist the involuntary movement of your eyes focusing in on his, and the intensity behind them made you feel as though you were a child under scrutiny. You could feel yourself losing this battle for you had a desire for him that you couldn’t control and this fact gave him power over you. The idea and thought of being under someone else’s control nearly made you ill, but you couldn’t stop the reaction you surrendered to him as he looked at you. It was as if there was a click in his head as his eyes dropped from yours and grazed over your frame once more. What was he seeing?

“How long had ya been keeping your little secret? All that killing, all that rage, but you’ve never been touched. What do they call that……irony?” He questioned glancing off to the side as if trying to think of the right word. You didn’t find his false sense of humor funny, and you attempted to push off the wall and move away from him only to have his hand push you back gently.

“Are you done? You think you know me because I make a few delivers for you? Because I answer your phone calls when you need business handled? You don’t know a thing….about me.” You could feel your rage bubbling over faster than you could catch it. You were a complicated person, this you could admit, but to have him stand before you as if you were an open book to him set your nerves on edge. 

“Careful. - I fucked you.” He answered simply while allowing a noise from the based of his throat to slip through his lips before moving slightly closer to you. His face remained relatively straight as he spoke. “The way you hesitated when I touched you. Your little looks of confusion when I made you feel things you’ve never felt before. The fear on your face when I made you cum. Had you ever cum before?” His question was taunting but there was a hint of genuine curiosity behind it all. He legitimately wanted an answer. 

“Please, stop.” You pleaded when you realized where this was going. 

“No, no, no Princess, that’s not one of the answer choices. Yes…..no?”  He questioned lingering on the words as if attempting to answer for you. His fingers shook from left to right in front of your lips as if he didn’t want to hear anything else from you, but his eyes once again zeroed in there as if waiting expectantly for your answer. 

“No.” You answered honestly feeling yourself giving up. He found solace in your surrender and the small smile on his face assured you of this.

“No….?” He questioned. 

“No sir.” You corrected, and his smile widened as he nodded. 

“Theeeeeere she is.” he mused before moving his upper half closer to yours before making small patterns into your shirt’s fabric with his free hand. 

“Do you still wanna to leave?” He questioned poking out his bottom lip. You nodded only to have him nodded in return as if mirroring your action. 

“Then do what I asked, and you can go.” He assured. You wrinkled your eyebrows as you looked at him. What did he want?

“Be a good girl. Cum for Daddy.” He requested slipping his free hand down the front of your pants and into the delicate confines of your underwear. You moved in protest only to have his fingers slide against the folds of your private area. You weren’t prepared for the sudden invasion or the distinct feeling of pleasure resonating at the base of your abdomen. 

“Don’t you want my help? …..You want this?” He questioned pushing harder against your skin. You couldn’t answer, you could only think back to the previous time he had his fingers at the base of your sensitivity and you surrendered. He would have you again if you kept this up, but you couldn’t stop yourself. You weren’t his, but in this moment, you were. 

#Repost @prideofgypsies ・・・ Aloha kakahiaka have a great safe Anzac Day today.

The Punisher characters as Salem the cat

Frank Castle

Billy Russo

Karen Page

Dinah Madani

David Lieberman

Curtis Hoyle

Sam Stein

Me, the entire time during season 1

BONUS:

Dinah to Billy:

Charming Wayward Sons Verse ± A Dangerous Beast

Jax joins Dean on a hunt.

[Charming Wayward Sons Verse│Son Shine Verse AU]

Being Negan’s daughter would include:

-Negan being super protective over you, his only thing to remember his late wife, your mother.

-Going on runs with your dad and him letting you take back whatever you wanted to The Sanctuary.

-Everyone in The Sanctuary bowing to you because you had just as much respect as your father did, no question about it.

-Simon being like a second father to you, Dwight like a brother, but no one would ever be as good as your dad.

-Negan putting you as his top priority, over his people, over his countless wives, over everything.

-Anyone who tries to harm you gets a swift greeting with Lucille.

-Negan allowing you to take the first swing.

-Cute father/daughter bonding moments where he tells you how much he loves you whilst holding you to his side.

-No man would ever be good enough for you in his eyes, to him you were an angel, and if anything were to try and take you away, it would break his heart.

—–

First go at headcanons, let me know if you want anything else and I’ll happily cook something up.

Much love xoxo

I have this weird feeling that captain Barbosa would make excellent motivational speeches for shippers, I mean like could you imagine? Your ship’s seen better days, tptb have decided to play all their cards and free Calypso in an attempt to sink it, or you’re just sailing aimlessly with no hope of reaching canon-island. And then Barbosa is all like “ships be the symbol of freedom to do whatever the hell a shipper fancies”, “every ship has a cannon, and if it doesn’t - then what arrr you doing!?” and “as long as there be the sea beneath your boots, the wind in your beard, and the tide in your blood then a ship will always sail straight and true.”

“A shipper is their own captain, and the captain of that ship sails by no law but their own.”

Soundtrack for writers

Writing without music kind of gets me stuck. I don’t know what happens, I feel incomplete. The wrong type of music, however, throws me off. If, just like me, music is an important part of your writing process, this is the post for you.

Sound effects websites:

Rainy Mood 

Shower Time

Coffitivity

Soundrown

Noisli

Rainy Cafe

A Soft Murmur

Snowy Mood

Sound effects on YT:

- Journey

Night train

Night train with rain

Car ride

Car ride with rain

Airplane cabin

Pirate ship

Pirate ship with rain

Spaceship

- Nature

Garden

Swamp

Rainforest

Snow storm

Snow storm with fireplace

Winter wind

Winter waterfall

Beach

River

Desert with wind

Field

Underwater

Haunting storm

Cave water

- Places and events

Airport

Restaurant

City

Train station

Shopping mall

School

Convention center

Call center office

Fireworks

Classical music:

Liszt

Handel

Villa-Lobos

Mahler

Mussorgsky

Paganini

Clara Schumann

Robert Schumann

Haydn

G.P. da Palestrina

Rossini

Verdi

Chopin

Takemitsu

Salieri

Elgar

Debussy

Gershwin

Satie

Soundtracks:

Ghibli

Lord of the Rings

Skyrim

Pirates of the Caribbean

Harry Potter

Naruto and Naruto (villains)

Journey

Disney

Star Wars

The Terminator

The Last of Us

Cowboy Bebop

The Ring

Edward Scissorhands

Sleepy hollow

The Village

Until Dawn

Layers of Fear

Outlander

Downton Abbey

This War of Mine

Hunter x Hunter

Pride and Prejudice

Clannad

Marco Polo

House of the Flying Daggers

Baccano!

Somewhere in time

The Order

The Notebook

Final Fantasy X

Final Fantasy XIII

Van Helsing

Anno 1404

Jurassic Park

Lost

Titanic

The Last of the Mohicans

One Piece

Just an average girl She always wore a smile She was cheerful and happy for a short while Now she’s older, things are getting colder Life’s not what she thought, she wished someone had told her She told you she was down, you let it slip by So from then on she kept it on the inside She told herself she was alright But she was telling white lies Can’t you tell? Look at her dull eyes Tried to stop herself from crying almost every night But she knew there was no chance of feeling alright Summer came by, all she wore was long sleeves ‘Cause those cuts on her wrists were bleeding through you see She knew she was depressed, didn’t want to admit it Didn’t think she fit it, everyone seemed to miss it She carried on like a soldier with a battle wound Bleeding out from every cut her body consumed She had no friends at school, all alone she sat And if someone were to notice she would blame the cat But those cuts on her wrist, they were no mistake But no one cared enough to save her from this self hate Things were going down, never really up And here she is now stuck in this stupid rut She knew exactly what she had to do next Just stand on that chair and tie the rope around her neck She wrote a letter with her hand shaking wild “Look at me now, are you proud of your precious child?” But she knew that her parents weren’t the ones to blame It was the world that should bow down its head in shame She stood up on the chair and looked out at the moon Just don’t think, it’ll all be over soon The chair fell down as she took her final breath It’s all over, all gone, now she’s greeting death Her Mum walks in, she falls down to the floor And now nothing can take back what she just saw The little girl that she raised is just hanging there Her body’s pale and her face is violently bare She sees the note and unfolds it with care All she does is stare, “How can this be fair?” She starts reading as the tears roll down her face “I’m sorry Mom but this world is just not my place I’ve tried for so long to fix this and fit in I’ve come to realize this world’s full of sin There’s nothing for me here, I’m just a waste of space I’ve got no reason to stay here with this awful race It’s a disgrace, I was misplaced Born in the wrong time, and in the wrong place It’s OK though, 'cause you’ll see me soon You’ll know when your time has come, just look at the moon As it shines bright, throughout the night And remember everyone’s facing their own fight But I can’t deal with the pain, I’m not a fighter You’ll make it through the night, just hug your pillow tighter So let the world know, that I died in vain Because the world around me, is the one to blame And I know in a year, you’ll forget I’m gone 'Cause I’m not really something to be dwelled on That’s what they used to tell me, all those kids at school So I’m going by the law majority rules My presence on this earth is not needed any longer And if anything, I hope this makes you stronger You’re the best friend, that I ever had Such a shame I had to make you so very sad But just remember that you meant everything to me And to my heart, you’re the only one that held the key Now it’s time to go, I’m running out of space to write And yes I lost my fight, but please just hold on tight I’m watching over you, from the clouds above And sending down the purest and whitest dove To watch over you, and be my helpful eye So this is it, world, goodbye.”

Courtney Parker “Her Last Words” (via suicide-is-my-salvation)