#jim root imagine

[jimsbeetroot]

I love Jim root fluff 😔feed us some more pretty please

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ♱ 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭

fluff!

warnings! none! just fluff!

this is sort of a drabble and when i read this, i can only hear jims voice but very british like he's straight out of pride and prejudice!

words: 893

The atmosphere is much more peaceful than what it is on the road. There's no huss, no panic, no frustrations. It's just quiet. Silence is suddenly the only noise in your ears, and you don't take it for granted, not at all.

The sun is warm, warmer than it'd been for weeks. The rain has brought you down lately, but just as you'd manifested, the sun has and always will come back around. And it is nothing short of warm and inviting, yet, a cool breeze presents itself once in a while, complimenting the otherwise sizzling temperature.

Immediately to your left, the shape of Jim lays spread out on a cheap sun chair he'd moved from the garden to the front porch of your house. His long legs hang from the sides of the sunchair and his tattoed arms are propped upon his unclothed stomach. His brown locks are tied into a bun at the back of his head, and his baseball cap covers his face, protecting it from the hot sun: he looks truly peaceful. And from the sounds of his quiet snores, you can tell that he's enjoying his time off. You crack a smile as you look at your beloved; you can't help it- he's perfect. A beautifully kind soul, who's never raised his voice at you, hell - he's never even called you a bad name. You have a hard time accepting such wonderful love - admittedly, no one has ever treated you this kindly before.

"James?" a doggish whine slips from your tongue.

A deep and lazy hum leaves his mouth and he reaches up and removes his baseball cap, slowly turning his head towards you. His eyes are squinted together, the sun blazing down at him.

"Do you love me?"

The question makes Jim open his eyes at once and he looks at you, his troubled gaze boring into your soul.

"What?" He asks. He sounds slightly offended and he looks the part as well. You sigh, immediately feeling embarrassed that you even asked the question in the first place.

Two years together, and yet you still seem to doubt yourself. In reality, you wonder if you're just envious of the man beside you. Envious of his personality and ability to brighten any room he enters. Though he's shy, he has this undeniable energy- he's almost too good to be true. You, on the other hand, you'd always been a bit of a wallflower.

"Do i love you?" Jim repeats your question and sits up now. He holds his flat hand above his eyes to shield them from the sun, because he wants to get a good look at you. His naked upper body is sunburnt, and he has clearly ignored your suggestion to wear sunscreen.

"Do i love you?" Jim repeats again but this time, he's putting extra pressure on the word love. You truly can't tell if he's making fun of you now, or simply trying to take the question in fully. Either way, your face turns red and embarrassment floods through your veins.

"I'm crazy about you," Jim mumbles and looks over at you, scanning you up and down as if he has Terminator vision. He's clearly admiring you, but you're too blind- and insecure, to realise it.

"How can you even ask me that question?" He asks, and you shrug your shoulders and sigh. You look down at your thighs and hum softly.

"You know how I am; always doubting myself," you chuckle, but Jim doesn't even crack a smile.

"Yeah, I know," he sighs and furrows his brows. He sounds like a disappointed parent, and his tone makes you feel like a little kid getting scolded. You swallow hard and avoid eye contact with him, even though he's trying his best to get it.

"You're so hard on yourself. Why can't you just see what I see?" Jim asks and moves from the sun chair, over to the spot in front of you. He kneels down on the ground and manages to finally make eye contact with you, even though you refuse.

Both his hands are planted on your bare knees and what started as an innocent, ill-thought-through question, has now turned into a dramatic stand-off between two lovers. We might as well be in Verona, you thought.

When you do look into Jim's eyes, you can see, he's sad, and that makes you so sad too.

"You're the only reason for my sanity," Jim chuckles, and you look at him with starry eyes. His smile is warm and inviting, just like the sun.

"Of course, I love you." Jim huffs, but not in a snappy way like how you did when someone took your parking spot earlier today at the mall. It's a huff of I-love-you-crazy-woman-please-love-yourself-too.

"I love you with everything in my body and I'm so sorry, that you can't see how perfect you are," he mumbles and stands from his kneeling position. He sits down beside you on the bench, his warm hand on your upper thigh.

"I love you, Jim. You help me see it every day," you whisper and rest your head on Jim's shoulder.

The two of you don't say anything. Silence is enough.

With the birds chirping, and the soft wind blowing, everything you've ever wondered about is suddenly crystal clear; happiness is right here.

[fritz-federleicht]

You should do Corey, Joey, and Jim with reader who’s a model!

... with reader who's a model (Corey, Joey & Jim)

Words: 968

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Corey:

- you remember many years ago when the first headline came up: Model Y/N and singer Corey Taylor a couple?

- that was the first time you were photographed together, Corey grinning and holding your hand while you laughed at one of his jokes

- he accompanied you to your apartment

- after that there were more and more rumors, positive and negative. Whereby it was more negative against Corey

- there were articles about your relationship. Why is a model like you with a bad boy like Corey Taylor? Or what do you see in him? Your relationship was not official yet

- you were not too famous as a model. You got jobs you liked to do. But there was one person you liked modeling for the most. And you do it over and over again. For Corey... well actually Slipknot. At some point he asked you if you could model for the store. Of course you didn't hesitate and said yes right away. Since then you model for every new collection

- when people suddenly saw you on the website it was clear that you and Corey are a couple. You officially confirmed your relationship

- all the attention didn't hurt you no. On the contrary. You got more jobs for designers that never considered you before

- whenever possible Corey accompanies you to fashion shows, sits in the audience and looks at you in love

- part of all the headlines were true. Corey was a bad boy. That's how you came to know and love him. But he quickly changed, became calmer and more relaxed because he finally had the love of his life with him

- eventually, all the headlines about you guys died down. The next ones were years later when you got married and later had your first child

- despite the fact that you are often far away from each other your relationship has lasted over the years and you are happy together

- Slipknot fans only know you as a couple

Joey:

- It is unusual to have a metal band as a guest at a fashion show, this night was probably the first time ever (maybe just because you begged the promoter to invite Joey)

- Slipknot is standing in front of the building, masks on and giving interviews

- you just wanted to check if they are already there, Joey sees you out of the corner of his eye and grins proudly under his mask

- next to him is Shawn answering a reporter's question

- you can't help it. You scurry to Joey and kiss the cheek of his mask, you can literally feel his smile

- as quickly as you came you are gone, the reporter and Shawn look confused. "Was that Y/N?"

- later the show starts, you look like a decorated Christmas tree

- you are supposed to end the show with your walk

- when it's finally time, you step onto the catwalk

- all nine members are sitting in the front row, Joey is sitting at the head

- it looks a bit funny, the men are sitting there bored in suits and masks

- when they see you they straighten up in their seats and watch your performance

- you pose at the end of the runway and turn around, wink at your boyfriend and disappear behind the wall

- Joey is speechless. How can you move so gracefully and seductively at the same time?

- Chris leans toward Joey, the long nose of his mask touching Joey's shoulder. He whispers. "You're really lucky." He pats your boyfriend's shoulder appreciatively

- after the show, pictures are taken with the models. Slipknot comes up to you immediately. They congratulate you on the successful performance

- Joey puts his arm around you. "You were wonderful honey."

- the photographer comes to your group and asks if he can take pictures, you agree

- Joey pulls you to his chest, the other members stand next to your sides like bodyguards

- days later the pictures appear in different fashion magazines, you find the strong contrast between your colorful outfit and the black suits funny

- in the future Joey accompanies you whenever he can

Jim:

- he really tries to be at every photo shoot or fashion show, to support you

- in the beginning he was not liked by the photographers because... well he is in Slipknot. But once they get to know him they find him quite nice. What should he do? Yell at everyone for no reason and destroy everything?

- when you're elegantly lolling in front of the camera he cheers you on, says things like "You look fantastic babe."

- in the breaks he comes to you immediately, asks if you are well, if you have eaten and drunk enough

- sometimes it happens that you model in your underwear, which Jim likes the most

- when you come out of the dressing room and are perfectly made up, he stands there with his mouth open

- when he first saw you like this, he came to you and said softly in your ear. "I think I'm in heaven. I just saw an angel."

- you slap his arm laughing, you've never heard such a corny line from his mouth before

- today he just stares at you, when you stand in front of a white wall and the light caresses you perfectly, nothing makes him happier than to see you like this

- when he then sees the resulting pictures... according to him they should be 'forbidden', no one else should get to see something like that except him...

- Jim keeps all the articles and pictures about you, he says he wants to show them to your kids later so they know how beautiful you are, but you know he just keeps them so he always has something of you with him on tour

[murdrdoll]

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Hi ! I’m doll ! Here are some things to know about me & this page:

fanfic writer territory! I primarily write x reader / y/n fics, and they’ll be linked below in this post. If that’s not ur cup of tea then click away pls !

This page is 18+ - NSFW will be written, so MDNI pls !

I also love to post silly pics and memes I find online hehe

may also post some doodles and art oop

my primary fandoms as of now are Slipknot & Murderdolls/Wednsday 13 !

A lil’ bit abt me: 20 yr old goth artist who loves fitness, fashion & peanut m&ms !

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masterlist:

⚰︎ angst | ✶ smut | ‹𝟹 fluff

Slipknot

Joey Jordison

Joey likes to buy you makeup! (Joey x reader) ‹𝟹

[the0garden0of0eyes]

[sugaslilsugabby]

Vampire Jim Root, that’s it, that the post

[issie-https]

𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐉𝐈𝐌 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐓

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: Jim Root X Female!Reader

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: No

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jim unknowingly turns reader on during a show and she decides she’s ready for him.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT!! P in v(protected💪), oral(F!receiving), fingering and strong language.

𝐀/𝐧: I’m back, boo! Would ya bloody believe it??!! This one is acc proofread xoxo

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1231

I was stood backstage watching my boyfriend, James, as he played his guitar. The way his fingers moved across the strings of the guitar, the way he'd glance at me every so often and hold eye contact, I could tell he was smirking under his mask.

I was now swaying my hips to the music - yes, swaying my hips to Slipknot - and I could feel James’s eyes on me. He was watching my every move, his eyes were burning holes into me. I teasingly moved my hands through my hair, to my breasts, squeezing the covered flesh in my hands before moving them down to my hips and thighs. I was putting on a show for him, somewhat in thanks to him putting on a show for not just me but hundreds of thousands of other people. We locked eyes for a second before he winked and went back to looking at either the crowd - that was going absolutely fucking insane - or his guitar.

The band thanked the crowd before leaving the stage, both hyped up and tired. “That was fucking amazing!” I cheered as I gave them a hug. “Thank you, princess,” James smiled, connecting my lips to his. “Disgusting. Get a fucking room,” Sid groaned. “We’re going home now, see you soon,” I blurted before dragging James out to the car.

“Woah, what’s gotten into you?” He laughed as I fished the car keys out of my bag. “Nothing, that show must’ve been tiring. We should get in be- TO BED! We should get to bed,” I replied, swinging the drivers door open and getting in. I realised that I was almost a whole extra foot away from the steering wheel as it was James’s car. “Get in the passengers side, then” he laughed again. As he said that, he tapped my thigh — the slight bit of connection between our bodies lit my body on fire as the neediness grew in my core. I moved over to the passenger side and he got in the car, turning the key into ignition and setting off for home. The whole time, his hand was on my thigh, rubbing circles that were both comforting and turning me on. Did he know I was ready? We’d talked about it before, he said he’d wait until I was ready and fuck, was I ready.

The second the car were parked in the driveway, I got out the car and dragged him out too - accidentally hitting his head on the car door. “Sorry. Hurry.”

“Why are you in a rush? Are the FBI after you?” He laughed. “Don’t kill my mood, I’m begging,” I said as I flung the front door open. “What mo- wait, that mood?” He asked as his eyes widened. I slammed the door closed as I mumbled a ‘mhm’ and connected his lips to mine again — this time, in a needy kiss. He pulled away from my lips and said, “are you sure you’re ready?” “Yes, positive.” That was all he needed before he smashed his lips onto mine. His hands found their way to my waist then to the back of my thighs as he squeezed the flesh in his hands. My need for him was becoming almost unbearable as he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me up the stairs with ease. We parted for a second to catch our breaths at the top of the stairs. “Are you definitely sure?” He asked. “Fuck, yes,” I moaned as we connected our lips. “I’ll take care of you,” he said. We reached our bedroom and he wasted no time with kissing me against the door.

He let me down to my feet and helped me fully undress as he did the same. He was fully erect as we got on the bed and I lay down against the plush pillows. The sheets were made and neat but I knew that wouldn’t last long as he wasted no time in kissing my thighs. “Is this okay?” He checked. “More than okay,” I moaned as I tangled my fingers in his dark strands. He moved his face to where I needed him most and sucked my clit into his mouth while he circled two fingers around my entrance. He pushed his digits in and curled them against my g-spot. I let out a strangled moan at the satisfaction, his lips felt like heaven against my throbbing clit. I could already feel my orgasm building as he repetitively stroked my g-spot with his fingers. “Fuck, James. Feels so good,” I whined as the burn in my core spread around my body. I felt like I was floating in space as he pressed quick kisses to my clit. I wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer as my whimpers grew louder. “It’s okay, cum on my fingers, princess,” his voice was deep and husky as he spoke. I felt like I could see stars as I released on his fingers, white pleasure washed over me in silky white sheets — it knocked the air out of my lungs. I came down from my high and looked down at James who had a wide smile on his lips. “I want more,” I breathed as he brought his lips to mine. “As you wish,” he said as he grabbed a condom out of the bedside draw.

He slipped the rubber into his cock and teased my entrance with his tip. “Ready?” He asked, earning a nod from me. He slowly pushed his length into me, stretching me out. Tears slightly pricked in my eyes at the pain that slowly turned into pleasure, moans leaving my lips. “Good girl,” he praised as he bottomed out and started moving at a slow pace. “Please, James, go faster,” I whined. That was all he needed before he picked up the pace and started driving his hips into mine, quick and steadily. I looked down at where our bodies were connected so deliciously and at my lower stomach where his dick was making a slight bump on the surface. “Look at this,” he grinned as he put slight pressure on the bulge. Our faces both contorted into absolute pleasure and satisfaction as both our orgasms neared. My breaths became quick and shallow as I clawed my nails down his back. “Mm~ you feel… so good,” I moaned as he pressed kisses to my lips. He took one of my hands in his as his thrusts got progressively more sloppy. “Can’t hold it,” I whispered. “Do it, cum for me, princess,” he groaned.

The knot in my stomach finally snapped as I came around his cock with a moan. He came soon after, dumping his load into the condom.

We stayed like that for a second before he pulled out and put the condom into the trash. He came back from the bathroom with a damp cloth and wiped my core clean of my arousal. “You okay?” He cooed. “Amazing. You?” I said barely louder than a whisper. “Proud of you. You did so well for me,” he praised as he threw the cloth to the floor.

He lay down in bed beside me and pulled me to his chest. I listened to his soft breaths and the calm but erratic beating of his heart as we both slowly drifted off to sleep.

[lime-bucket]

[opens-up-4-nobody]

I wanna rewatch Gotham but God damn. Jim Gordon. Number one character I do not give a fuck about.

[jimsbeetroot]

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐦’𝐬 ♱ 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭

waking jim up at shit in the morning for sexy time hehehe

words; 1268

smut!

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“Jim?” You whispered. He snored in return, dead asleep.

Jim’s eyes were closed as his chin rested on your head. His arms were tightly wrapped around you, his bare upper body pressed against yours.

The hotel room was completely black. It was three in the morning, and you had joined Jim on tour.

Your body, along with your mind, had entered a restless and frustrated cycle. You weren't used to all of the travelling, and you'd found it hard to fall asleep at night.

You were in France, in a beautiful hotel. Jim slept like a rock but you just couldn't find any rest.

And you’d tried everything. You’d tried cuddling Jim, and then you'd tried sleeping alone. You’d tried sleeping without covers and then with them. You’d even tried popping a melatonin, but then you had to pee, and suddenly you were back at square one.

You just had this burning feeling, something you needed to get done to rest.

Your cheeks blushed red at the thought, your stomach tingling even more.

You needed Jim, and you had no idea as to what had incited this sudden need to be fucked by your boyfriend, but it was undeniable.

You shuttered at the thought, imagining how Jim would make you scream, and fuck the daylights out of you. You wanted that. So bad.

A wet spot had formed in your panties. You bit your lip, a tingling feeling washing over your whole body.

“Jim?” You whispered again, this time looking up, grazing his face softly.

He hummed in response, giving you a little squeeze, still asleep.

You snuck your hand under the covers, grabbing Jim’s thigh and raising it to curve perfectly between your legs. His knee was pressed against your cunt. He could surely feel the wetness between your legs on his knee by now.

You moaned and grabbed Jim’s hair.

“Y/N, no,” he mumbled and lowered his leg, removing it from your soaking cunt.

You cried at his shifting, squirming a bit.

“Jim,” you pleaded, wrapping your arms under his, clutching him tightly, and placing kisses on his collarbone.

“I can't sleep, Jim,” you lamented. Jim sighed tiredly and kissed your forehead, eyes still closed, barely awake.

“Try,” he encouraged and puffed. “I've tried for the last three hours. I can't sleep,” you moaned.

Again, Jim just hummed in response, so tired that he couldn't think of much else to say.

You felt a bit bad since you weren't the one playing ninety-minute shows every night, doing interviews and rehearsals. It made sense that Jim was exhausted, but you had other things to worry about.

Your hand left Jim’s back and went down under the covers. You placed your cold hand on his thigh, brushing it slightly. The coldness of your hand caused Jim to flinch slightly.

You were so insistent, and your need for Jim only grew bigger. You just had to get him in the same mood as well, but it seemed impossible.

You let your hand travel further up Jim’s thigh until you reached the leghole in his boxer shorts. You bit your lip as you watched Jim’s face intensely, hoping for a moan or a smirk, but you got the opposite.

“I'm so tired, Y/N. Not now,” he grumbled and reached down to remove your hand from his thigh, placing it on his chest instead.

“I’ll never ask again, James, I promise,” you pleaded in a whispering voice. You felt nauseous, that's how sexually frustrated you were.

Just the idea of Jim pounding you, made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Please, just do something,” you cried softly and kissed Jim’s lips.

Jim, to your surprise, turned around, back facing you and continued to sleep.

Your bottom lip folded and you huffed, sighing as you stared into the ceiling, fully awake, mind focused on one thing, and one thing only.

Jim reached his hand over for you to hold. He hated not having physical contact with you when sleeping. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your thigh.

You'd run out of ideas completely. Now, you only had one last dirty trick left.

As his hand rested on your thigh, you pulled down your panties, making sure that Jim felt what you were doing. You were completely naked.

As Jim’s hand rested on your thigh, you moved it up so far, that his pinky was resting on top of your cunt.

Then, the dirty trick. Your hand travelled down to your soaking cunt, running your fingers up and down your slit a few times, hand brushing against Jim’s as you began rubbing your clit, moaning a little louder than you normally would.

“F-Fuck, J-Jim,” you moaned, imagining his hand instead of yours. With your other hand, you held onto Jim’s forearm, squeezing it hard as pleasure rolled over you.

You brought his arm up and placed his hand on you breast.

Finally, he turned around.

“You're so goddamn stubborn,” he hissed and smacked your hand away from your cunt, replacing it with his.

He began rubbing your clit in a circular motion, kissing your neck while doing so. At the same time, you reached down, digging your hand into Jim’s boxers, straddling his cock, feeling as it stiffened up in your grasp within a heartbeat.

He moaned softly as you pumped his cock, making you produce equally loud moans as he pumped his long fingers in and out of you.

You felt it was reasonable if you took care of him for a bit. After all, it was you who woke him up just to fuck.

You rolled over, placing your legs on either side of Jim’s waist. You rode his cock for a while, grinding him before eventually pulling down his boxers, his hard cock springing out.

You grabbed a hold of Jim’s hands and placed them both on each tit.

He squeezed them firmly as you sank down on his cock.

A series of cuss words mixed with your name left Jim’s mouth repeatedly as you began bouncing up and down at a steady pace, head thrown back in pleasure, hoarse moans leaving your quivering lip.

He was deep inside of you, and if the light was turned on, you would've gasped at the sight of the bulge his cock created in your stomach.

Your knees were getting tired, and Jim could tell.

He lifted you off him and stood on his knees just as you. He grabbed your shoulders and forced you down on all fours.

He gathered your hair in his fist and drove into you without a warning. You helped at the feeling of him stretching your walls completely. You were in pure bliss.

Jim squeezed your ass tightly as his hips smacked against your ass cheeks, creating a loud sound that echoed through the room.

Your face was buried into the pillow, which you bit into for dear life, trying to prevent yourself from screaming at the top of your lungs.

Jim continued his nearly painful pace, thrusting so fast that you could barely think. And the position allowed for extra depth, doubting if that was even possible.

“I’m gonna c-”

Jim grabbed both your hands and pressed them against your bag as he continued to thrust.

“Come for me, baby.”

You did exactly that, reaching your climax, nearly seeing stars as you tried to collect yourself, although Jim was still going at it. “God,” you cried and breathed heavily, not sure if your body could handle much more.

Jim came with one final deep thrust. He pulled out and threw himself down beside you, sweaty and all.

“Thanks for waking me. I think I needed that.”

[fritz-federleicht]

Could you please Corey, Joey, and Jim with reader who has a short temper and they see them beat up an asshole

They see you beating someone up (Corey, Jim & Joey)

Warning: swear words

Words: 522

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Corey:

- he is just like you

- if Corey sees you beating someone up...he would be by your side so fast

- I mean Corey doesn't have that much patience either, he's not going to start talking to the other person and pull you away, he's going to get into the fight with you

- after all he trusts you, he doesn't care if the person is an asshole or not, you will not hit anyone for no reason

- Corey would be unstoppable and would even go so far as to kill for you

- in the end you will most likely have to stop him, even if you don't want to

Jim:

- he's the complete opposite of Corey, mostly

- Jim would come up to you and pull you away from the other person by the hand

- "Hey Y/N, what are you doing?"

- "He's such a huge asshole."

- "Calm down first." He replies

- you stare at him angrily, but don't contradict him

- at some point the preson you were fighting with calls out something laughing. "Hey jerk, are you scared? Does your boyfriend have to comfort you?"

- Jim is out of your sight so fast

- you turn around and see him beating the shit out of the asshole

- quickly Jim stands over him and comes to you, you leave the person behind you

- you grin as he asks what the reason was in the first place

- "He looked at me like he wanted to fuck me. I asked him to stop but he wouldn't." You shrug your shoulders

- "He won't dare look at you again." Jim takes your hand and kisses a wound on your knuckle

- "Thanks honey, but you didn't have to help me. I could have done this without you."

- now you kiss his bloody knuckles and then pull him behind you

Joey:

- you're at the club, Joey went outside with some friends

- some drunk guy came up to you, he thought it wise to say that your fashion style is absolute garbage

- "What did you say?" you ask him, you feel the anger rising inside you

- "Who wears something like that?" He laughs at you

- you tense your jaw. "Look at you, asshole!" You punch him in the face, a scuffle ensues

- when Joey comes into the club he sees that there is a fight, he comes closer and sees you

- the first thing he thinks is: Y/N what are you doing?

- he knows exactly how quickly you get irritated

- he pushes his way through the crowd and pulls you back by the shoulders

- "What are you doing Y/N?" "That son of a bitch insulted my style." You reply upset

- Joey stares at the guy and says to you. "Ok babe, I get that. I will say this, violence is not the answer. But I can't hold you back anyway. So... it's going to be a little while before security gets here."

- you grin wickedly, that's what you love about Joey

- you pounce on the guy

- as security approaches Joey pulls you out of the club by the hand, you leave before they can reach you

[nu-metal-confessions]

oh to fall asleep on Jim Roots chest....... he seems like the perfect person to snuggle with in bed. he was made to be big spoon <3

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[sadrockandwaltzes]

Just me making (sort of unfair) digs at Jim Gordon's love life from 16 episodes into Gotham (Sorry Jim☹️) So spoilers up till that point😅

Jim really isn't made for this whole relationship biz huh😅

He's too brave for Barbara and not brave enough for Lee

He wants to work 23/7 whenever he gets a call but also have someone who will be there to spend time with him that last hour of the day, but not waiting desperately for him so that he's not nagged. He doesn't feel comfortable doing his work with them around, and basically seems to enjoy the single life more than anything...

So either stay single, long distance date, or date Bullock, since he's already used to working with him (except something tells me he'd get uncomfortable with him on police calls too if they got together, proving that dating coworkers is a dangerous thing...)

Well the last paragraph's mostly a joke but I assume since Barbara and him are end game that she'll stay out of his police work and cool down emotionally, and he'll stop looking for someone braver and be happy with a girlfriend who's totally uninvolved in his life. WHICH- what does Barbara do??? She's rich enough to afford the penthouse suite?? But we've NEVER seen her work, and her fam seems to not ever want to see her. Do they send a check in the mail once a month??

Oh and unrelated but I met the Joker!! Kinda like him ngl. Time will tell if that stands...

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Almost immediately after I saw the rest of the house, I was shoved back into the room I woke up in. I pounded on the door, yells and screams left my chest as I begged to be let out. My fists were bruising and the skin was tearing as blood started to slowly appear. My throat was raw and sore as I continued to scream and beg.

"Please let me out!", "I want out!", "Let me go, please!". The same three sentences ripped through my chest and left my mouth as I screamed, kicked and punched at the door. "You're staying in there 'til tomorrow," I heard one of the guys say. Tears of frustration and exhaustion brushed over my cheeks along with sobs now accompanying my pleads. "I just want out, please. I wanna get out of this room," I cried. I couldn't focus on the stinging pain on my knuckles as I was too fixated on the burning in my chest and throat.

Surely they'd let me out if I begged hard enough. "Please, I just want out of here. I'll be good!" I screamed through a cry.

My pleads got slower and quieter as I slowly gave up, crawling over to the bed as drifting off to sleep as exhaustion got the best of me.

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I woke up, my throat still raw and my knuckles were bloody and bruised. My legs were weak as I stood up — I felt like I was walking with air as legs. I tried to open the door in hopes that it had been unlocked. Much to my dismay, it had been kept locked.

'How can I get out of this fucking room?' I thought to myself. Before I could figure it out, I heard footsteps approaching the door. I threw myself at the bed and pretended to be asleep. "I think she's still asleep," I hear someone say. "I heard her," someone else said. "Y/n!" One of them shouted. I pretended to stir and wake up. "How long have you been awake?" Chris spoke. "Like two seconds," I replied. "Mhm sure," he mumbled. "It's 10:27am, do you want breakfast?" Mick asked. "Yes please," I said.

They followed me and guided me to the kitchen and sat me down at the table as they cooked breakfast. As I started eating, they kept watching me — it was borderline creepy. Fuck it, it was creepy as fuck.

"Am I eating wrong?" I asked. "No," they replied in sync. "They're food pervs," Sid whispered in my ear. "Where did you come from?" I whispered back. "Space," he whispered back. "Sid, for the last time, you're not an alien," Mick grumbled. "You don't know that," he argued back. Chris and Mick just glared at each other — I'm guessing this is a regular occurrence with Sid?

"Here, take this," Chris spoke as he handed me a pill. "What is it?" I narrowed my eyes at him. "Pain killers for your throat and hands. I'll bandage your knuckles up in a sec," he replied. I was kind of taken aback, did they actually care about me? Maybe this was just an act so they could do something terrible to me later? Fuck it, my throat is killing. I took the pill which from the slight taste, I'm guessing was ibuprofen so I knew that was somewhat safe.

Chris bandaged up my knuckles carefully and took me to what I'm guessing was the living room. On an arm chair in the corner of the room sat Mick and on the other side of the room on a hanging chair sat Sid, upside down. The room was large with three bookcases filled with books of all thicknesses, colours and heights. "You can read one if you'd like," Chris offered. "Got any Greek mythology?" I asked, looking up at him. "I'm sure we do," he replied. That was all I needed before I made my way over to a bookcase and looked through the books before picking one titled 'Tales of the Greek Heroes'.

[baronessvonglitter]

Baby Daddy

best friend's husband!Dave York x married and fertile! f!Reader

Word count: 1.5K

Summary: you and your husband have been trying for a baby, with no success. Then his good friend Dave offers assistance.

(AKA you're on some hormones that make you super horny and Dave pretty much takes advantage of that)

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, slight D/S tones, forced pregnancy (though reader is already trying for a baby), infidelity (Dave and reader), slight sex pollen, reader is late 30s/early 40s but feel free to use your imagination, unprotected piv sex, pregnancy kink, creampie, use of hormones to get pregnant, some talk of infertility

Author's Note: I wrote this for those of us of a certain age who are not often represented in fanfics but as stated above please do use your imagination, there's no gatekeeping here ❤️ Naturally I wrote this while I was ovulating and suuupppeerr feral. I don't want to have any more kids but if Dave was insistent upon it I might just let him 🫢

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You and your husband's Saturday nights are usually spent with Carol and Dave, your friend from high school and your husband's friend from work, respectively. Mostly you have dinner at your house or theirs, followed with wine and a movie after. Tonight's not any different, except Carol looks at you funny when you politely refuse a glass of pinot grigio.

"Might as well tell them, honey," you husband Jim is all smiles as he addresses the table. "We're trying for a baby," he announces proudly.

You smile but it's masking your discomposure. "Honey I thought we were going to wait until I'm actually pregnant to tell everyone," you say under your breath.

Carol's face is illuminated with joy as she reaches over the dinner table to grab your hand. "That is such wonderful news! Isn't that such good news, babe?" she asks Dave.

Dave eyes both you and your husband, and there’s a mysterious little smile that curves across his lips. “That is great news.”

Jim continues, “She’s on trial pharmaceutical hormones right now, so hopefully it’ll work for us and we’ll be parents soon,” he says excitedly. You manage to be more reserved about it, though your heart rate does speed up when you notice Dave’s eyes on you longer than usual.

After dinner you offer to help tidy up while Jim and Carol start the movie. Really it’s just an excuse to be by yourself for a moment, but then Dave joins you, pouring himself a glass of scotch.

“Are you excited about trying for a baby?” he asks so casually.

In the years you’ve known him, he’s never spoken to you about personal things very often. “Yeah, I am,” you smile at him from the sink.

“How long have you and Jim been.. trying?”

It’s possible this is a normal question coming from a curious friend, but there’s always been something about Dave that gives off the impression that he’s anything but.

“Almost a year,” you answer.

“That’s a long time. Do you try pretty frequently?”

You make a sound of surprise, turning to fully face him. “That’s inappropriate.”

He puts his hands up. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He approaches you slowly. “I just meant it must be frustrating, putting in all that hard, fun work only to have your hopes dashed when you see blood the very next month.”

You’re rooted to the spot, knowing you should turn to leave and join the others, but it’s also intriguing, the way he speaks to you. “The new hormones are going to be a tremendous help,” you manage to say.

“Hmm. I bet you’re feeling all kinds of new things with these hormones.. even earlier at dinner I could tell.. you’ve got this unmistakable scent coming off you.. you’re probably ripe for someone to put a baby in you right now.” He towers over you, eyes roving your body in its feminine floral dress before his hands follow suit, gently tracing the outline of your curves. “You’d look so hot pregnant.. your hips getting wider, breasts getting bigger.. and it all starts with this.,” his hand sneaks under your skirt, skims along your inner thigh and finds your heat, evident through your cotton panties. “If your husband isn’t doing the job, why don’t I step in?”

“Dave,” you whisper, “Carol’s my best friend. I can’t..” but it feels too good and damn it he’s right: the hormones have given your libido a big boost. You take his hand and guide his fingers into your slick center. You both gasp quietly as he starts to stroke you with two fingers, then three when he sees you can take it. His lips trace delicately over your neck, just above your pulse point. Jesus, if his fingers fill you up this good, just imagine what he can do with that cock. “Fuck me,” you whisper.

“Are you sure?” His eyes are dark but there’s a kind of mirth there.

“Shut up Dave, just take me home.”

After making your excuse to Carol and Jim that you’re feeling unwell, Dave “offers” to walk you home, which is how you end up across the street, upstairs in the room you share with your husband. He’s relentless as he kisses you with soft mouth and playful tongue. You fumble together towards the bed, working in tandem to get each other's clothes off as quickly as possible. There's urgency in everything you do, even your breathing is heavy and erratic. Your dress goes over your head; you pull off his shirt and unbuckle his belt. Layers are pulled away until skin meets skin and at last he pulls your panties off, smirking to find them absolutely soaked. You lean over the bed, looking over your shoulder at him.

"Is this how Jim usually likes it?" Dave asks, running his hand admiringly over the curve of your ass.

You blush at the sudden random evaluation of your married sex life. "Well.. yes.."

Dave shakes his head, a little smile forming on his lips as he turns you around and lays you across the bed. "I want to see the look on your face when you cum." With that, he slides into you, relishing your expression as he fills you completely. Your legs wrap around his hips and your arms wrap around his neck, all while your bodies move in perfect harmony. "He doesn't fuck you very often, does he?" Dave whispers in your ear, sending tingles down your spine. "I can tell, the way your pussy is gripping me so tight, like you haven't been fucked in weeks.."

You start a smart comeback but it's impossible to think when he's moving against you like he's fucked you hundreds of times before. Jesus, no wonder Carol's always happy. Her husband's well-endowed and knows how to use it.

The sounds of your combined moans becomes rhythmic, Dave's body strong and powerful yet gentle with you. The bedsprings creak beneath your weight, skin smacks on skin, hands grab everywhere they can, lips meet heated flesh, words of lust become sighs and half-uttered phrases. When you come you clench around him, fingernails digging into his skin as a great wave of pleasure and relief flows through you and you cry out. Dave's eyes are on you, barely registering the slight pain of your nails in his back, feeling how you milk him with your greedy little pussy, and his body tenses against yours, his movements become faster and faster as he fucks you during your orgasm. You barely have time to come down before he starts you up again. You moan "Yes!" over and over, hips meeting every one of his frenzied thrusts. Dave looks smug and self-righteous watching you come for the second time. It's not until you feel him swell and pulse inside you that you panic. "Dave, don't!..." but it's too late. You feel several warm bursts when he presses deep against you. To your shock your body reacts eagerly, milking his cock for every drop he has to give. All this happens with your gaze locked on one another's, and as you pale with the realization of what you've just done, Dave only smirks and pushes forward one more time.

You gasp. "Dave, you weren't supposed to-"

"Quiet now. Lay still and keep your hips elevated. Wouldn't want all my hard work to go to waste." He disengages from you, taking a moment to watch his seed spilling out of you and he gently presses it back in. "Not a drop," he says, and gets up to get dressed.

Still in shock, you do as he says, body still reeling from the aftermath of the intense fucking he's just given you. "Don't.. don't tell Jim about this. Or Carol." A massive wave of guilt washes over you knowing you've been unfaithful to your husband and to your oldest, best friend.

"I won't say a word," Dave promises. "I have no doubt Carol would hate you forever and Jim.. well, Jim would be heartbroken. He's not exactly a fighter," he smirks. "And I'll tell you something else." He sits next to you on the bed, admiring the messy state of your hair, your flushed skin. "Jim's a good guy and a good friend. He deserves better than a wife who betrays him like this."

Anger replaces your trepidation and you push him away. "You're an asshole. Get out!"

He looks amused by all this, rather than shamed or defeated as a normal person would. "I'll be seeing you around, sweetheart. We're friends with each other's spouses. It's inevitable." He leans towards you and brushes his thumb against your cheek. "If this time doesn't take - which I doubt it won't - I'm happy to help out again."

Twelve weeks later Jim makes the happy announcement that you're expecting, after having tried for so long you've finally received a miracle. You manage to look contented and cheerful as your friends and family gather to celebrate the amazing news. Carol dotes over you, making sure you don't strain yourself for the baby's sake. You meet eyes with Dave, who's across the room watching you, a brazen little smirk on his face. He lifts his brow as if to ask the question you know he wants to ask, and all you can do is give a little nod.

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[ijustreallylikecaptainamericaok]

Rebecca and Wanda are both important and both have a place in Billy's life. It does not need to be either/or. And yet, I've seen multiple instances of people using Rebecca (and even Agatha) as a means to belittle Wanda with the most bad faith readings and it's just not cool.

I can't imagine the fandom pulling this kind of thing with Cassie Lang, Scott Lang, and Jim Paxton. No one (outside of maybe [REDACTED] stan salt fic) would ever use the part Jim played in raising Cassie as a way to imply that Cassie doesn't need Scott and shouldn't care about whether he's in her life, nor would it be used as proof that Scott doesn't actually care about her and that he "abandoned" her because he cares more about "the greater good." No, instead the fandom consistently praises Scott and Cassie's bond as well as the Paxton-Langs as an ideal and healthy blended family. All the time they've lost is seen for the tragedy that it is, not as ammo.

I get that a lot of this discussion is likely rooted in some folks thinking that Wanda shouldn't/doesn't need to come back to the MCU, but man, there's gotta be a better way of expressing that.

[s0domizer]

id like to imagine in the academy spock wanted to change up his looks a little- rebel against his vulcan ways so to speak. his hair had always been black, but a natural black with brown undertones. his first act of hair rebellion was him dying his hair jet black, which gave it a blue shine.

spock thought it was pretty cool- but not different enough. so after a few weeks he decided to dye his hair again. this time he chose red. logically- the red would not show up very visibly, just giving his hair a cherry red tint when standing in the sun.

well. spock missed to consider this little fact. his newly grown virgin hair- his roots react differently to hairdye than already dyed hair did.

he ended up with vibrant red roots and dark reddish brown ends. he was embarrassed but it was definitely a statement look.

jim thought it was cute

maybe i had a hair dying accident......