#let's smash our muses together to make them kiss like dolls

[constellaris]

hands u all my lil shits from all my blogs if u wanna ship come get em babes

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

hi!! i was wondering if you could write about steve rogers and y/n dating but they don’t live together and she is just a regular person. he always worries about her and one day she got like attacked or something on the street and got a black eye and so when she goes to see steve he gets extremely worried and it’s a bunch of fluff and he ends up asking her to move into the avengers tower with him.

Warnings: swearing, mugging, physical harm, fluff

Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Move-in?

You were a regular person. A regular person who lived in a cramped one-bedroom apartment, who had a regular 9-5 job, who was always running late and relied on an unhealthy amount of coffee to get through the day. Oh, and you were unbelievably clumsy and awkward.

What better way to meet the man you love.

You somehow managed to play off being late, slamming into the chiseled chest of Captain America himself and spilling your coffee down yourself as cute and scored yourself a date.

Ten months later...

"I'll be there once I've finished all my errands, Steve," You smiled into the phone as you stepped out of a shop, your hands full.

"Okay, doll. Just so you know, everyone is home so, it's sort of hectic, right now."

You giggled, hearing Sam shout something funny, "Just how I like it,"

Steve sighed, "Not if you lived here, you wouldn't," He chuckled.

"Oh, I don't know, Cap. Getting to see you all day, every day..."

"So, you wouldn't have a job if you moved in here? You'd just sit around, waiting for me?"

"Yep. I'd be a good little housewife. I'd be your muse," You teased.

Steve let out a hearty laugh, "I'd paint you like one of my French girls,"

You burst out laughing with him, "I need to go, Steve. See you soon,"

"Lov-"

"HEY!" You cried out as you were grabbed by the upper arm and slammed into the wall by a hooded figure.

"Give me that!" The hooded figure yanked on your handbag, tugging harshly, causing you to drop your things.

"STOP!" You cried, struggling to untangle your arm from the strap.

"Let go, BITCH!" He slammed his fist into your eye socket, sending you stumbling backward, crying out in pain as you fell to the floor and the hooded man ran off with your bag.

Your vision was blurry as you laid on the floor, crying and in pain. All you could think about was Steve.

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"He's smiling again." Tony sighed from behind his phone.

Everyone in the room turned to look at Steve, who was, in fact, smiling at his phone.

"Oh, God," Natasha rolled her eyes, "He's like a lovesick teenager, isn't he?"

Steve raised his head, frowning. "What?"

"Don't what us, young man. What are you smiling at?" Tony asked as he sat up, no longer interested in what he was doing.

Steve rolled his eyes, "It doesn't matter,"

"Y/N." Bucky and Sam spoke in unison, not bothering to look up.

Steve would have told them to shut up but the mere mention of your name and he was grinning.

"Disgusting," Natasha muttered, teasingly poking his side and making him squirm away from her. "When you gonna ask her, Cap?" She smirked, turning to look at him.

"Ask what?"

"To marry you." Tony couldn't resist, grinning as he watched Steve get men]barressed.

Natasha hushed him, "Ignore him, Steve," She sent Tony a scowl before smiling at Steve. "I meant when are you going to ask her to move in, with you?"

"Oh," Steve let out a small sigh, "I, actually, hmm, have been thinking about it." He let out a shy chuckle.

"Oh!" Tony dramatically called out, "Our little boy is growing up!"

"Shut up, Stark!" Bucky threw a magazine from the coffee table. He rolled his eyes with a grunt before turning his attention back to Steve. "You serious, Steve?"

He nodded, "Yeah. For a while, actually." He smiled to himself. "I hate where she's living now. It scares me to think she has to walk around that place by herself, sometimes at night."

"So, how come you haven't asked her yet?" Bucky asked.

Steve shrugged with a soft sigh. "There never seems to be a right moment, you know," He frowned, "I was going to do it on our last date, but that got cut short."

"Don't worry, Cap, the right moment will come and along and before you know it, there will be tiny Capsicals, running around." Tony teased.

"Would ya' quit it!" Bucky yelled, throwing another magazine at Tony.

"Hey!"

"Would you two stop it!"

"It was HIM!"

Steve let out a heavy sigh as everyone began arguing and behaving like children. Something being smashed before more yelling erupted was one of the reasons Steve hadn't asked you yet. You were a regular person who didn't need to be dragged into this.

"Captain Rogers, Miss Y/L/N is on her way up." F.R.I.D.A.Y. announced, effectively splitting the fighting up.

"Hmm... Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y." Steve frowned looking down at his phone, strange.

"Something wrong, Cap?" Nat asked noticing his expression.

"Hmm," Steve shook his head as he looked at his phone. "Yeah, I just... didn't expect, Y/N to be here so soon." He only finished his phone call with you about half an hour ago. You had a busy afternoon of errands to run so that's why you were meeting him for dinner, three hours from now.

"Steve," Your sobbing pulled Steve out of his thoughts. When he looked up to meet your gaze, his heart broke.

"Y/N?" Steve hurries towards you. "Oh, God," Worry filled Steve as he wrapped his arms around you, "Baby, what happened?"

You buried your bruised and tear-soaked face in Steve's chest, holding his as tightly as you could. "I was... I was mugged, Steve." You cried.

"What?" Steve gasped, holding you closer to him.

"Steve," Natasha called him over to the couch as she got a stiff drink from the bar, "Sit down, sweetie," Natasha smiled warmly t you as she handed you the drink, "Drink that, you'll feel better."

"Thanks," You shook as you thanked her, taking the drink back in one. The amber liquid burned as it slipped down your throat but it warms your body and you were glad for it.

Once you had taken a seat on the couch with Steve still holding you in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head as he did, the others all settled around you.

"What happened, Y/N?" Tony asked, his tone soft and gentle.

You breathed in deeply, "I was... I was, finishing up my phone call, with Steve when, out of nowhere, I was grabbed-"

"That's what that was?" Steve let out a disappointed sigh, shaking his head. How did he not know his girl was in danger?

"Then, what?" Nat pushed gently, not wanting to distress you further.

"I couldn't... get my arm out, of my bag, so... he, punched me-" Tears fell down your cheeks as you took in a shaky breath.

Steve pulled you closer to him, silently conversing with his friends before letting out a deep sigh. "C'mon, sweet girl, let's go lay down." He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head as you sobbed. "It's okay, sweetheart, I've got you," Steve gently scooped you up in his arms and began to carry you to his quarters. To keep you safe.

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The sound of Steve's quiet voice brought you out of your pleasant slumber. You slowly began to stir, missing Steve's body heat from beside you in bed. As you slowly began to open your eyes, you could see a faint glow coming from the crack in Steve's door where his voice was coming from.

"Steve?" You called out for him.

The door opened slowly, "I'm here, doll," Steve offered you a warm smile before turning back, "Thanks, Nat," Steve walked back into the room, smiling at you.

You sat up in his bed, letting out a content sigh and smile as you breathed in his scent. "Hi,"

"Hi," He walked back over to the bed and sat back on his side, wrapping his arm around you. "Sleep okay?" He asked, kissing your forehead softly.

You hummed nodding, "How long have I been out?" You let out a small yawn.

"Three hours or so,"

"Three hours? Oh, Steve, I'm sorry." You let out a soft sigh.

Steve shook his head. "Don't be, sweetheart. After the day you've had, I don't blame you for wanting to sleep."

You nodded taking a deep breath. "Hmm, is everything okay?" You asked, mindlessly playing with the duvet.

"Fine," Steve nodded, "Nat was just, updating me on things."

"Things?"

Steve nodded again, "Yeah. I asked her to find any CCTV footage on the street where you were attacked, to tryID the thug. Bucky and Sam have been out questioning any witnesses and Tony has been tracking any transactions on your cards and fixing your cell."

You sat up with a confused look, turning to face him. "Why?"

"What do you mean, why? You were mugged, Y/N, that's not okay." Steve frowned.

"Yeah, I know, but hundreds of people are mugged every day, Steve and The Avengers don't get involved with them. Why would you get invo-"

"Because I love you, Y/N, and I'm not going to let whoever did this, get away with it." Steve sighed. "God! Do you have any, idea how pissed at myself I am for letting this happen to you." Steve let out a frustrated grunt.

"It wasn't your fault-"

"No, it was. I should have known something like this would have happened. That neighborhood is bad. Of course, an innocent young woman was going to get hurt. I wished you'd have let me come with you, or you'd have been here, or-" He shook his head. "M'sorry, sweetheart."

You gave him a warm smile as you took a hold of his hand in yours. "Steve, it's okay. You can't be holding my hand 24 hours a day, can you?" You chuckled lightly.

"No, no it's not okay." He shook his head as he stood up from the bed and walked over to his desk. "If I'd have worked up the courage sooner than now, you wouldn't have gotten hurt. So, it is my fault. I'm meant to protect you and look after you, not let you get hurt by the hands of some low life thug." Steve rummage through his desk draws searching for something as he spoke.

"And you do, when I'm with you, but you can't be with me all the time, can you?"

"No, but you can be safe," He turned around to face you once more, holding a small box in his hand. "I wanted to ask you on our last date, but it was cut short,"

No, fucking way, is he about to do THAT. You hummed, not really listening to what he was saying, your heart was beating too loud for you to hear.

"I worry about you all the time, Y/N. I don't sleep when you're not beside me, or in my arms. I miss waking up and hearing you singing in the shower. I miss not having silly arguments all the time over those damn hair ties you leave everywhere, or because I eat all your chocolate," He smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you.

"Steve-"

"Please," Steve cut you off as he placed the small box in your hands, "I know, sometimes I get a little overprotective of you, doll, and I know sometimes it's a little hectic here, and what I do for a living isn't... 'normal' and it's a lot to deal with, and I understand if you want to say no, but... Y/N, I love you so much, and knowing you're here and safe, even if I'm not around would make me so happy-" He took a deep breath. "Move in with me?"

"What?" Your eyes widened, as you opened the box, finding a small silver key there and not what you thought you would find, "Oh, thank God!" You let out a relieved sigh as you laid back on the bed, your heart hammering in your chest. "I thought you were going to propose," You let out a soft chuckle.

Steve stared at you quietly, "Should, I have?"

"What?" You shot up, shaking your head. "God, no, definitely, not,"

"So, you don't, want to marry me?" Steve frowned slightly at you.

You let out a gasp, reaching forwards to cup his face in your hands gently, "Oh, baby," You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, "One day, yes, I would very much like that, but, Steve, sweetie, we've only been dating each other ten months." You smiled at him, "I think we need to share a living space before we decided on wedding china," You giggled.

Steve let out a small chuckle, "Yeah, I guess, times have changed."

You nodded, "Yeah," You smiled. "But... yes, I will, move in with you," You grinned.

Steve's face lit up, his own grin filling his face. "You will?"

You nodded, grinning at him. "Of course I will. I hate being in my stupid little apartment all by myself. It doesn't feel the same when I'm there on my own,"

Steve leaned into you, pressing his lips against yours in a soft kiss before pulling back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, "I love you, Y/N,"

"I love you too," You whispered, nudging your nose with his before an idea popped into your head. You jumped back clapping your hands together excitedly as a child would. "OH! Can we get a dog? A cat?"

[thecolonelsqueen]

Explosion

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                                      “Have you prepared your vows?”

    Newly done nails tightened within his grasp sending a light reminder of their vows since Roy would be the one to pause in front of the crowd for ‘dramatic effect’, especially, if the country would be there to witness the glory of such words between a fated couple.

    Words seemed lost to the former soldier, barely comprehending the priests words as he moved through the ceremony, too lost in the eyes of his lady in white. His hands felt clammy, but with every growing second with hers in his, his nervousness faded. There was never anything he’d been more sure of in his life, for as much sand as there was in the ocean so was his love for his Lieutenant. Endless. Overwhelming. A tiny droplet of rain hit his cheek, and for a moment he glanced at the sky wondering if it would rain, before resettling his gaze on his beloved. Nothing could damper his happiness, not even his greatest downfall. Like crickets on a warm summer night, Roy barely heard the officiant when it was time for his vows, too lost in Riza’s deep brown hues. A slight chuckle swept the crowd when he realized they were waiting on him. He cleared his throat, but when he spoke his words were soft and sincere.

    “Lieutenant-“ Then, a much softer breath, “Riza.” Because on just this day, he wanted to swear by her name. He spoke her name like a prayer, as she was the goddess he worshipped. “I have walked through hell with you, and somehow I’ve managed to find heaven within your hands. I vow to never let that go, to stay by your side as I always have, until the day we both die. I know not what it is we deserve on this wretched earth, and I care little, because you are my everything and I refuse to live without you. You are the fire that burns within me on my darkest days, keeping me going until the very end.” A heavy exhale left the man’s lips, “I will never stop fighting for you.” Tiny droplets began to sprinkle down from the sky, but the Führer paid little mind. “I will be your stillness when you are shaking, and if you’re falling down I’ll be right there to pick you back up. Through every fight, every late night that tugs at our heartstrings, just know I will always be thinking about how much I love you, because loving you comes natural. It’s the air I breathe, and the ground I walk on. I will not tell you everyday for the rest of my life, not with words at least, but with every breath I take, and every action I make towards you. I will show you my love, and that is my promise to you.”

    Hawkeye’s hues never left the Colonel’s, not even when he dared to look up at the sky above because she was transfixed in the moment, forgetting those around them as if in a trance. Corners of those pink lips turned as he mentioned the woman’s name aloud while tears dared to prickle the cornea of the lieutenant’s dolled features; this face wasn’t cheap. Every spoken word he ever said landed inside his future wife’s heart knowing each word was true to the very end.

    A small chuckle followed his ending as it was now Hawkeye’s turn to follow. “Colonel-,” it was like they wrote their speeches together, “Roy.” She needed a breath of air to calm the nerves inside that chest. “I stand before you taking another vow not as your lieutenant but as your future wife. I may not believe in destiny but there’s a reason we met once again on that fated battlefield, I saved your life and I plan to continue till the very end,” a deep exhale escaped, “but your life is not mine to take unless you ever became misguided again, for your faults are mine to bare as mine are yours. We’ve slipped through the fingers of death multiple times without caring about the damage done to ourselves but to each other. I promise that I will reign by your side and to continue to cheat death until your life is claimed first because I promised to guard your back through Hell for all eternity. We may be a broken pair but together we fix each other, seeing not only the pure virtues and defeated faults but the whole person behind our sins. My heart fell for you a thousand times over as you burned my biggest burden,” literally and figuratively, “so I promise to help save yours. Our words are never enough as our eyes tell the biggest secret and I know you’ve read all the words by staring into mine. I give you my heart to keep safe so when your caught in the dark or caught in a fray, I will be wherever you are and no matter what you face nothing can break. You once told me to continue my fight for living and I promise to live by that. This is my solemn vow till our souls are claimed by the fire.”

    Drops of rain continued falling, pushing everyone from their seats but the pair caught in their words as they remained hell-bent in that destined spot until announced husband and wife. Those who wished to witness the kiss among soldiers attempted to remain but with each passing drop the rain pursued downward, leaving the newly couple to kiss beneath the falling downpour. Rather than a terrible day for rain, this symbolized the perfect day with a beautiful snapshot.

    The married couple rushed inside after claiming their vows, attempting to dry themselves before starting the reception, those closely gathered were already in tow with drinks and dancing upon the floor but this didn’t take long for Roy Mustang to join alongside his companions. Hawkeye intended to enjoy herself for one night, allowing that strict nature to disregard behaviors and be among friends as they drank their worries away.

    At one point within the night, when it came time to cut the cake, the pair seemed to argue about not smashing the frosting over each other’s face but that became a problem because Riza’s drunken nature decided otherwise. The entire slice of cake ‘slipped’ from the lieutenants grasp and landed upon the surface of the man’s face, Instead of becoming furious, Roy held a devious glint in his hues before chasing after the fleeting woman. “Come on~ Lieutenant.” His voice sang through the audience as he attempted to catch up to his wife who couldn’t keep up the task due to heels and a tightened dress. A slick hand slid around his woman’s waist capturing that fleeting figure tightly against his chest as the other hand held the plate, “I don’t remember dismissing you…” He chuckled before returning the favor of cake smashing.

    A quarter filled glass of champagne hung loosely in the hands of the intoxicated Colonel. He’d gone out to the balcony after cleaning himself from the cake smashing and perhaps he’d had a bit too much to drink while alone considering Riza needed to remove the mess from a beautiful dress. Even though the ravenette stood still, his body felt like it were on a ship as he leaned backward against the railing to maintain a solid footing. “Fancy seeing you out here.” The sweet sound of his wife's voice took a moment to comprehend, but there seemed only shock and surprise in his expression at finding his beloved subordinate attaching herself to him when a pair hands slid delicately up the confines of his tux to rest on those shoulders. For a moment, their recent nuptials seemed to slip his mind. “Lieutenaaant~” He scolded softly, brows furrowing. “What if someone sees? They might get the wrong idea...” As he spoke, he reached his hand to touch the lace against her skin. “Then again...this dress is giving me aaaall the wrong ideas.”

    “Perhaps I’ll excuse the behavior for just one night,” Hawkeye responded with a chuckle as the male seemed to gasp in an unknown surprise, “You’ve never been so forward Lieutenant…” He mused, reaching out to brush a stray of blonde hair from her pretty face. “I have this absolutely crazy idea…” Mustang smiled, leaning further back against the balcony as he disregarded the half-filled glass upon the railing to place both palms upon his wife’s waist. How often had he dreamed of holding her like this? It felt almost too good to be true, was he dreaming? “Will you marry me? I have this strange feeling I might already be married...but you are far better than any woman I could encounter so I’d much prefer you.”

    A small light hearted laugh escaped those perfect dolled lips, brown hues disappeared behind lids during this procedure. “Well~ Who did I marry then?” A hand removed itself from his shoulder to show off the gleaming rock beneath the night sky before both hands slid along the folds of his tux, “I don’t dress up for just anyone sir.”

    As the elegantly dressed woman took a slight step back, it allowed for Roy to get a full look of the woman before him. How could he ever have eyes for another? Chocolate hues followed the gleam from the rock upon her manicured hand, seeming to be slowly connecting the dots. “Whoever it is who has married you, surely they are not worthy, my darling Lieutenant.” He leant forward and captured her lips in a kiss, tasting the alcohol on both their lips as he closed the distance between their separate bodies, “You should leave him and run away with me.” The male’s lurious voice spoke as he remained close to the woman’s body with their cheeks pressing gently together so he could whisper those confined words. Once more the Colonel could feel a small chuckle radiate from his beloved as her chest moved against his, “...and if I don't?” She responded.

    A response couldn’t be spoken as the male disappeared from the woman’s grasp, a loud noise erupted the venue with the ground giving way beneath everyone who attended the ceremony. As the night was beginning to close, a perfectly timed bomb exploded causing the building to collapse upon itself. Riza could feel the hands of the Colonel rip away from the woman’s waist as they were tossed away from one another, left in a bloody mess of debris.

    Sharp tingles radiated through Hawkeye’s mind, she could feel the presence of blood trickling down those perfectly dolled features and onto the pure white dress which was tattered and torn. Every part of the Lieutenant’s body ached beneath heavy breathing as brown hues tried to examine through the dusty atmosphere, voices from others could be heard knowing the alchemist’s inside handled the situation. Coughing erupted from the blonde with each inhale of smoke as she slowly realized someone dear was missing. “Roy…?” She tried to speak through a raspy voice. Riza needed to get out of this mess and find her beloved but the burden of broken debris refused to allow movement, the blonde yelled out once more as she tried to pull herself from the heavy object weighing on her waist with rocks and cement digging into palms in each attempt. The warmth feeling of blood could be felt in the woman's lower portion possibly soaking the ground but she couldn’t be fully sure.

    The Colonel watched as his wife was ripped away leaving his thoughts interrupted by a loud explosion. His body was flung backwards by the blast, heavy bricks and debris slammed into his side before landing with his head bashing against a rock causing the entire world to spin. He lay there for some time, a ringing echoing through his head as he stared up at the disappearing sky. The stars that were beginning to peak through reminded him of his darling wife’s eyes, and the way they sparkled when she smiled. He loved that smile. A dull throbbing pounded into his head, unaware of the screams and panic from the guests at his own wedding. “Lieutenant, I seem to have misplaced my champagne.” His vision seemed to be blurry, going in and out of focus as he examined the battlefield. For a brief moment of pure fear, he thought he was going blind again, he tightly closed his eyes and shook his head quickly shaking that already shaken brain even further. When he opened them again, he could see her, even though the world was dizzy. Attempting to ease the panic in his heart at the thought of losing his sight once more, he focused on the present. He tried to sit up, pulling his arm from some rubble as it scraped along the skin tearing away the first layer. For the most part, Mustang seemed unharmed, except his head and a few bruises along his body as this was surely a concussion. He started wiggling his fingers and toes just to make sure everything worked but his head was still spinning, so he moved gently not to cause anymore distress. He reached out trying to touch the beautiful goddess in the distance but each passing moment left her further away. “Lieutenant! Are you injured?” He called out inching his way over to the moving body, hands pushed through the rubble and knees dug along the ground ignoring the slight pain as he shoved through the mess to finally reach his destination.

    But the problem was… the woman wasn’t his Lieutenant. It was Winry Rockbell.

                                     Where the hell was his wife?

[blackdahlia05]

Bad Kitty

Prompt: Reader wants to go to a party but Jason does not.

Warnings: smut smut SMUT!!!!!! Ice play.

Word count: 2628

Enjoy!!!!

 “Come on Jay come to the party!” I whined following Jason throughout the apartment. It was Halloween night and my friend had gotten us VIP passes to a club in Bludhaven. I invited Jason and really wanted him to go, instead he thought patrolling when Bruce was already out there would be a better idea.

“Why would I like to spend my time in a noisy enclosed space with drunken people that smell absolutely Horrid?” He stopped in the hallway to look back at me, I had to quickly stop so I wouldn’t hit him. I looked into his blue eyes and smiled brightly.

“Because you’ll be with me!” I giggled. I half expected him to crack a small smile, to no avail, he just sighed and continued walking around the apartment ending in our bedroom. I still followed him. “Jay, please?”

“No, Y/N.” He sat down at the computer typing away. He was checking the crime rates around Gotham. He always did this. “seems that Two-Face has been more active lately. I’ll alert Bruce.”

He always talked to himself when he was on the computer. I always thought it was cute, but now its annoying me because he’s refusing to go out with me. I hmphed and sat on the bed with my arms crossed.

“Pouting won’t help you, Sweetheart.” I scowled at his back. It was like he had eyes in the back of his head. “I do.”

Jerk.

I got up from my place on the bed and went to wrap my arms around Jason from behind, resting my head in the crook of his neck. I started to kiss softly on his neck, nipping lightly on the skin. I meticulously formed a hickey on his neck, kissed over it and felt him shiver under my touch.

“Doll I-.”

“If you go, I’ll make it worth your while.” I whispered in his ear, causing him to shiver again. Suddenly, the desk chair spun around and I was pulled into Jason’s lap. His blue eyes were dark with lust but his face was still angry. I tried my sweet smile, nothing. I tried to kiss him but he pulled away.

“Y/N, I’m going to help Bruce take Harvey Dent down.” His voice was stern with a hint of anger to it. I pouted causing his expression to harden. Finally, I rolled my eyes and got off of him while he went into our walk-in closet. He had installed a suit holder that would hold his Red Hood suit. Just like Bruce had.

“So…. Since you don’t want to go…. I’m still going.” I said intently waiting on his reply.

“Like hell you are. I can’t protect you in Bludhaven.” He laughed with his response making me grumble in annoyance. Stupid overprotective boyfriend.

“If anything happens, I’ll call Dick. He’ll protect me if there is protecting that is needed.” Jason walked out of the closet dressed in his Red Hood uniform. He looked good. He looked hot. His uniform always got me a little hot and bothered. When he looked up at me, I snapped out of it and continued my rant. “Y/F/N got the passes especially for tonight! It’s Halloween and I’m going.”

“I don’t give a damn what Y/F/N got and what day it is. Bludhaven is too dangerous.” He opened a drawer and pulled out his gun holster with two pistols already in it, attaching it to finish his uniform. He walked over to me and place a kiss on my cheek. “I’ll be home soon Sweetheart. And then Maybe I’ll make it worth your while.”

In a flash he was gone. In the back of my mind I wanted to stay and wait for him. He was a very tempting man. But I hadn’t been out with my friends in months. I was going to have fun whether Jason liked it or not.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I ended up calling Y/F/N and we went out. I loved Jason, but sometimes he could just be controlling. For my costume I went for a sexy cat costume. It was a black tank top Leotard with a poufy short skirt. I had fishnet stocking along with some black stilettos. I accessorized with a black choker that said Meow, a tail, and some ears. I definitely looked hot.

“Y/F/N, you are seriously the best!!” I squealed once we were inside the club. The music was blaring and there were people all over the place dressed in costumes.

“Thank you, thank you.” She took a bow. “Now let’s go get some drinks.”

We made our way to the bar and ordered shots of fireball. After about 5 shots, and 3 jaeger bombs we were smashed. I was laughing uncontrollably and Y/F/N was dancing on me.

“Oh my gosh! Y/N, it’s your song!! You’re a pussycat go dance!” Y/F/N started to yell in my ear, but her words were so slurred that all I heard was ‘song’ and ‘dance’. I listened for a minute and finally heard the song. Buttons, by the pussycat dolls. I squealed pulling Y/F/N out onto the dancefloor. We were grinding on each other but I’m sure it looked like two chickens. I looked around for a moment and realized that there was a giant pole in the middle of the dancefloor. The inner hoe was screaming at me to go play on it. So, I did.

I twirled on the pole, spun around, dropped it low and brought it back. I had the whole club looking at me. Y/F/N was cheering me on while she was making out with a guy just as drunk as her. When the song finally ended I hopped off the pole and made my way to get another drink. Tonight, was by far the best night I ever had.

“Nice show you put on there.” A deep voice said to my left.

“Thanks, it was noth-. Jason!” I jumped back when I saw Jason standing next to me at the bar with a scowl on his face.

“Thought you were staying home?” He accused. He towered over me but as drunk as I was, I couldn’t register what was going on. So, I started laughing uncontrollably.

“Jay, you’re hot when you’re mad.” He didn’t seem to find my remark funny because he didn’t laugh. “Baby it was a compliment.”

“Come on.” He grabbed me by the wrist and started pulling me out of the club. I struggled against him but it was no use. Once outside the club I saw that Jason’s motorcycle was out there.

“I think I might fall off.” I mused and started to laugh again. Jason sat me on the motorcycle facing the wrong way and then sat down in front of me. He put on the helmet for me still with a scowl on his face. “Ohhh, this is like the time we had se-.”

“Y/N!” Jason cut me off. I guess I was being loud because some people in line were looking at us funny. “Just hold on. We’ll be home soon.”

I did what he told me to do. I held on to his muscular body with happiness. He was so hot. And I am so drunk. Because of the stupid helmet I couldn’t kiss his neck which made me mad, but I could grind down on his crotch. When I first made contact with him. He swerved the motorcycle a little however, he stayed silent. The second time, he groaned. It was such a beautiful sound. The third time, he let out a long moan. I giggled, making him snap back to reality (Oh there goes gravity. Peep at Eminem lyrics). He glared out at the road before we finally pulled in to our apartment complex.

Jason had to carry me up the steps because I had refused to walk. Instead of carrying me bridal, he slung me over his shoulder. That was okay though since I got the perfect view of his perfect ass.

“You have such a nice ass Jay.” I giggled. He slapped me on the ass making me squeal. “What was that for?”

He opened the door to our bedroom and set me down in front of him. I glared up at him watching the scowl change to a smirk.

“That’s for being a bad kitty.” Before I had a chance to react. Jason had me pinned to the bed his lips devouring mine. I moaned into the kiss, running my hands through his hair. The skirt and leotard were ripped off leaving me in my bra and the fishnet stockings. “No panties? You really are a bad Kitty.”

He continued to kiss up my body, then kissed the inner most part of my thigh. I could feel his breath on my core making me whimper and whine. He placed a simple kiss on my clit causing me to moan. He pulled away from down there and came back to my lips. He reached into the bedside table and pulled out something shiny and metal.

“I stole them from some police officers.” I looked and saw that he had two pairs of handcuffs. “bad Kitties need to be taught a lesson.”

He brought the handcuffs to my wrists snapping them on, then attached them to the bedposts. He then went to one of his drawers and pulled out what looked like a tie. He brought the tie to my face covering my eyes. Once I couldn’t see, I could only hear and feel. I felt Jason reach underneath me and unclasp my bra. The air hit my bare chest and caused my nipples to harden. Jason’s thumb ran over my nipple causing me to moan softly. His touch was gone as quick as it was there. I was left alone, turned on and no way relieve myself. I could hear rustling here and there, maybe he was putting the suit up. It went quiet again. I strained to hear what he was doing but couldn’t.

He came back but it sounded like glasses were clinking together. Champagne would be nice since I’m already drunk. I strained to listen some more but he was dead quiet. Suddenly I felt something clod on my nipple.

“Ahh!” I yelped trying to pull away form the sensation. Another one was place on the other side making me yelp again. “Jason! That’s cold!”

His chuckle was deep making a wetness pool down below. He ended up taking them off, with his mouth, stimulating my nipples. I moaned at the sensation pulling against the cuffs. I wanted to run my hands through his dark hair and pull at it.

“You’re being a good little kitty now. What changed?” He trailed kisses down my body until he reached my core. I heard the clinking of more ice and braced myself for the impact of the ice, but it never came. Instead came his tongue. I let out a long moan as he licked my clit. The sensation went away when I felt the ice. He was using the ice and his tongue to pleasure me, making me cry out in surprise but also pleasure. “I said what changed!” I pulled away from my clit and pressed the ice cube against it.

“You! AH! Jay, You!” He started to move the ice cube around, my eyed roll to the back my head.

“Why would I make you change Sweetheart?” He leaned down and joined the ice cube again. I moaned loudly pulling once again at the cuffs.

“If I’m- Ah! Good. You’ll- FUCK- me!” Each time his tongue came in contact with my clit it was magnificent. The boy was a master with his mouth. I was so close to coming when he pulled away again, this time with the ice cube.

“You think if you’re good. I’ll fuck you?” I nodded at the question, whimpering small pleases. “But you were already so bad. Why should I fuck you? I think I’ll leave you like this instead.” He let out a dark laugh that only fueled my horniness.

“Jason Please!” I cried. It was beginning to be too much. I was by far sobered up now and I needed to release.

“I’ll fuck you doll. Don’t worry, but you can’t come until I say so.” His words were threatening. I knew if I came before he told me too, he’d be angry. I felt his hands travel to the inner part of my thigh. I heard a rip, knowing that the fishnets were now ruined. I felt him run his member up and down my slit before finally pushing in. We both moaned deeply at the act. His thrusts started out slow, letting me get used to his size.

“Ah! Fuck Jason faster!” He obliged to my request thrusting harder into me. He was letting out low grunts while I was moaning uncontrollably. I was on cloud 9 the way Jason was making me feel. I wanted to come so bad and I could have right then and there, but I didn’t want to suffer the consequences. “Please let me come Jay!”

He instantly pulled out of me making me scream in frustration. I felt him reach for my wrists. He was taking the handcuffs off. Once he did I tried to reach for his hair but I couldn’t exactly find it. He pressed his lips to mine, taking my blind fold off. When I could see again, I reach up and pulled at his hair making he groan.

“Keep your eyes on me Sweetheart, I want to watch you as you fall apart.” He whispered hotly in my ear. I clenched my thighs at his words trying to get friction. This man knew all the right things to say. I reached his hand down, pulled apart my thighs guiding himself back into me. I closed my eyes in ecstasy crying out with pleasure. “Eyes on my Sweetheart. I’m gonna let you come now.”

My eyes shot open looking up at the man I loved. I convulsed around him three times before I came. I screamed out his name clawing at his back. My whole body shook from my orgasm. I laid almost limp, moaning as Jason followed suit. He came with a loud groan that was muffled in the crook of my neck. He pulled out placing a soft kiss on my forehead before walking into our bathroom. He came back with a wet wash cloth and proceeded to clean me up. Since I was still a little sensitive, I cringed here and there. Once I was clean, He disposed of the wash cloth and brought back and t shirt for me to wear. He dressed me, then pulled his boxers on and crawled in beck with me.

“I’m sorry for going out and getting drunk.” I mumbled into his chest while I cuddled him.

“I’m sorry for being overly controlling. I just worry. I love you so much Doll.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead pulling me closer to him.

“There are a lot of bad people in Gotham and I don’t blame you for being worried, but not everyone is a bad guy.” I looked up at Jason as he sighed agreeing with me. I planted a soft kiss to his lips making him smile. “So, did you stop Two-Face?”

“Ugh! Don’t even get me started!” besides what he had said, Jason went full swing into what happened with Two-Face that night. I listened intently until I fell asleep.

Jason had noticed that Y/N had fallen asleep and smiled to himself. He was the luckiest guy in the world to have found you.

“I love you Sweetheart.” He whispered softly before falling into a deep sleep, with his world, safe in his arms.

[thejokersenigma]

Joker X Reader Deadly Voice Part 17

Here we go - the next part.

It’s not perfect but I wanted to get it out and I need to sleep!

Hope you enjoy! Comments are welcome! Any requests are also welcome!

Masterlist

“I’ll be nice – like I promised. You can go first.” The Joker said innocently though there was some plan sparking behind his bright eyes.

What had I got myself into? I sighed out loud. Better make the most of it really. I dug around my head through the many questions I had complied over the weeks of dealing with the clown in front of me. Who knew how long this opportunity would last – I need answers but I needed to choose carefully.

I couldn’t think clearly looking at him- his very presence fogged my mind but looking at him completely obscured any clear train of thought I might have. I crinkled my brow in concentration and peered around the room in thought.

“Is that how you think doll or are you having an aneurism?” he asked me and I shot him a glare but his face showed no humour. His patience was clearly fading fast with my lack of response so I grabbed at the first question I could think of.

“Why did that man want to kill me?”

“Revenge.” He stated plainly. I raised an eyebrow at him, “He seemed to believe that I was the one that killed his two colleagues the other day doll.” He expanded, grinning widely, “’fraid I didn’t get the chance to correct him.” He mused.

“Why were you in that alley without your gun anyway?” I asked, still rather confused about that whole night.

“Ah ah ah,” he tutted wagging his finger at me, “one question at a time – it’s my turn now.” He shuffled towards me on the bed, frowned and tapped his chin miming deep thinking. “hmmm…,” His face lit up and he beamed at me deviously, “Did you like killing those men?”

I went to open my mouth when he interrupted me, “Be honest now doll or else I won’t be.” He warned. Damn I wished he couldn’t read me so clearly. I mentally kicked myself; this is why you don’t make deals with the Joker.

What was the answer? I hadn’t enjoyed it in the conventional way someone might enjoy a hobby or a piece of cake but I couldn’t deny there had been some part of me that hadn’t been completely repelled by what I had done. What should, what could I say? I didn’t even know the answer myself.

“Honestly?” I sighed after a moment of silence, he didn’t move or say anything, just watched me,“I have no idea.” I said, shaking my head and looking down at my lap.

He gave a short bark of laughter, “HA – I like your honestly doll!” he exclaimed with a chortling devilishly and shuffling closer still to me. I smirked slightly at his obvious pleasure at my answer than quickly realised what I was doing and cleared my face of emotion. I was sure he had noticed though.

I wondered if I needed to wait for permission to ask my question so I waited in silence until he gestured for me to continue.

“Why were you in the alley without your gun on the night I killed those men?” I asked, remembering my previous question. “Be honest, remember.” I added quickly and he shot me a dark look but I felt it didn’t really carry any threat.

“Drink is good for quieting the voices,” he explained, suddenly grinning brilliantly and twirling his wrists and fingers in a ‘crazy’ gesture around his head -insanity shining bright in his eyes. I raised an eyebrow at his actions and he grinned even wider causing his pale cheeks to crinkle and I noticed the shadows of dimples showing. The oddly boyish feature seemed odd on the psycho’s face.

“You haven’t actually answered the question.” I pointed out when he didn’t say anything more.

His smile dropped along with his arms and he hung his head back letting it roll from one side to the other in a dramatic show of boredom. “What can I say doll? I drank too much, went out some air and just happen to forget my gun.” He drawled. I eyed him suspiciously – I had a feeling that wasn’t the entire story but I didn’t push it – I knew his temper lurked beneath the surface of his calm façade.

“Fine.” I mumbled just for something to say in response

His head snapped back upright again and I thought I caught a look of confusion in his eyes, as if he was surprised that I hadn’t pushed him further on it. But I didn’t think more about it because a sly smile slipped back onto his face, “My turn again doll.” He purred. I didn’t say anything but waited patiently for my fate.

“Do you like it when we kiss?”

I was stunned. I hadn’t expected that, but it was exactly the mind twisting question I’d expect from him. I chewed my bottom lip as if I was thinking, trying to buy myself time to put my mind back together. “Be truthful now baby.” He crooned grinning like the devil himself. “I’ll know if you’re lying.”

I swallowed thickly what do I say? I had to tell the truth – I knew how well he could read me and he’d know for certain if I lied. Plus I was pretty sure he already knew the answer but was toying with me to get me to say it. So what was the truth?

“Well kitten?” he pressed. I nodded slightly. “Use your words otherwise it’s not an answer and I get another question.” He warned.

I was suddenly very aware of how close he had gradually moved toward me. Our knees were basically touching now as we both sat cross-legged on the single bed - like two children at a sleepover. I bit my lip again and looked around the room as I grappled with my mind. I really didn’t want to say it aloud. Saying it out loud was like admitting it was true, that I had somehow fallen for this crazy psychopathic clown. Because that was the question really, it wasn’t just about liking a kiss, it was about liking him. Which was wrong. Was it?

Yes. It was.

I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth as I thought, returning my eyes to my hands crossed in my lap, not wanting to look at him. Then I heard a low growl from in front of me and I flash of white as he moved, then my hair was roughly grabbed and lips smashed into mine. He grinned when I melted against him. He pulled away slightly so his lips hovered above mine and I missed the contact instantly and I had to fight the urge to lean forward and close the distant between us.

He clearly knew this and teased me, “Do. You. Like. It?” With each word he lightly brushed his lips against mine – teasing me and my emotions till I felt I was knotted and tied up with all conflicting strings of thoughts. There was one clear word that echoed through my head, louder than any other, “Yes” I finely breathed letting myself go to feel what I wanted for once. I saw lust in his eyes as he leaned in further but before I could feel him again he abruptly pulled back his face now displaying a mad red lined smirk and he began rocking back and forth laughing crazily.

I felt all the passion drain out of me and my heart drop. I could feel my cheeks burn with shame at my folly. What had I done?! I just basically confessed my feelings to this maniac who had absolutely no feelings what so ever! How could I have been so naïve?!  The passion and lust I felt from the kiss was replaced with fury at the crazy clown before me – he was such as user, a teaser – he thought of me as a toy and nothing more. Well then. It was time for me to leave.

I unfolded myself quickly from the bed, ignoring the pain that shot through my shoulder as I moved too harshly. The Joker continued to sway with mirth as I strode the door and swung it open, flinching at the jolt it sent through my arm, though I was beyond caring thanks to the anger that fuelled me.

I swung the door open and stormed out. “[Y/N]?” questioned Frost in surprise seeing me storm into the corridor and slamming the door closed behind me. I glared at him, though I knew none this was his fault, my rage was fuelling my actions as he was guilty by association with the murderer in my hospital room.  I stalked past him down the hall having no idea where I was going, but knowing I wanted to get far away from the two of them.

Eventually, as I marched down the halls - taking random lefts and rights when I felt like it – my anger wore off enough that the pain from my shoulder began to pound its way back into the forefront of my mind. It must have been hours since my last pain medication and it was really taking its toll on me - especially with me having been an idiot and thrown it around in my anger.

I stopped in the middle of a short corridor and moved to lean against the wall on my left. I gripped my arm and clenched my jaw as a wave of agony ran through me. I felt tears form in my eyes and I wasn’t sure if it was only from the pain. I turned around so I faced the wall and leant my hot forehead against the colder, hideous shade of orange and let myself silently sob to myself.

Then I heard quick footsteps to my left. “Dollface.” He growled from the end of the corridor and this time I could hear the threat in his words. But I didn’t turn.

He moved silently down the corridor so I didn’t know he was behind me till he grabbed my left arm and swung me around. He slammed me back into the wall and I gasped at the collision force against the back of my head and my wounded shoulder. “You can’t walk away from me!” he snarled, his upper lip curling to reveal his metal caps in the meagre hallway lights. He placed his hands on the wall either side of my face, blocking me from escaping and his body was slightly pressed up against mine.

My fury that had ebbed away flared anew to match his. “Why not?” I demanded. “Why can’t I just leave whenever I want, like a normal person?!”

His breathing was heavy in front of me like it was taking all his will power not to snap my neck.

“Because you’re mine.” He growled.

“I am not yours!” I shouted. “I am not an object! Not a toy to be played with and thrown about!” He looked taken aback by the fact that I was fighting back against him, so I took the opportunity to dig at him a bit more. “If I was anyone’s I would be the Penguin’s anyway – at least I’m contracted to be ‘his’! I pointed out.

I watched a mix of emotion cross behind his eyes before he closed them and I watched the muscle in his jaw jump as he clenched his teeth against his anger and his hands balled into fists on either side of my face. I was not in a good position right now - but I had only myself to blame this time. Why did I have to piss him off so much?!

He punched the wall to my right and I jumped, holding back a squeal of fear. His nostrils flared as he pushed himself back with his knuckles and he stood tall before me. I noticed the dent left in the wall where he had hit and I could feel myself shrink back as I saw every muscle flex under his anger. I couldn’t feel the throbbing in my shoulder anymore – the fear for my life was eclipsing any pain in my body.

Then he swiftly spun on his heel and pulled out his gun, only opening his eyes once he had fired a number of rounds down the hallway. I watched as two nurses dropped to the floor dead. I hadn’t heard them coming in my state, but clearly he had. I gulped as silently as possible when I realised I had stopped breathing.

He turned back to me and I cringed slightly waiting for the weapon to be turned on me. But he seemed to look through me and then let his head fall back as he stretched his arms out to either side. The motion caused his arms to become even more defined under his dark shirt as they tensed and he rolled his neck from side to side like earlier. I thought I could see a grin on his face but I couldn’t really tell. I heard his neck crack and he let his arms fall so his gun hung lazily by his side, bringing his head back up to look straight at me. I cowered as I waited for his wrath but I noticed his jaw was relaxed and, though his face was still serious, he showed no trace of the anger that had consumed him a moment ago. He appeared to have taken his anger out on the two unfortunate nurses.

“Well doll,” he growled lowly, running his hand through his hair to move the stray strands back into place, “I believe it’s my turn?” I blinked at him stupidly. “We’re still playing our little game kitten.” He told me. I guess I had no choice in this.

To save my own skin I went along with it. “A-Ac-Actually, I believe it’s my turn.” I mumbled - my voice still shaky from the events of a few moments ago.

“No, no, kitten,” he scolded playfully, “You had your turn – I believe you asked why you couldn’t just leave like a normal person? And I answered. So now it’s my turn.” He stated bluntly and his grin pulled at his painted mouth. I could feel lump forming in my throat. I wasn’t sure I agreed with this but I wasn’t going to argue with him at the moment when I knew temper wasn’t far away. I was just going to have to go along with it if I was going to get out of here alive – even if I wouldn’t be completely sane.

I sighed in surrender, “Hit me.” I muttered and I was suddenly propelled sideways - only just managing to catch myself on a nearby fire extinguisher that hung from the wall. I brought a hand to my cheek where he had slapped me and felt the heat warm my palm. I pushed myself back upright and clenched my jaw against the sting in my cheek and I felt my shoulder throb from the sudden jolting movement.

“What. The. Hell?!” I spat through gritted teeth shooting daggers at the Joker who remained happily stood before me - the only difference in his appearance being a slight change in how his shirt hung on his frame.

“You told me to.” He said harmlessly lifting his shoulders and looking confused at what he done wrong - but I could see a smirk playing on his lips. I glowered at him but it see to have absolutely no effect on him. I guess it was my own fault really- I did say it. I admitted silently to myself. What had he done to my head that made me think that him slapping me was my fault?!

“Just ask the damn question.” I snapped at him. He pouted at me mockingly before his face was turned serious.

“Why did you blow up my club?”

I was a bit taken aback by the question. I had no idea that he was even thinking of that night and I was completely unprepared to answer the question. “Umm… I-I“

“Honesty now.” Joker reminded me. I narrowed my eyes at him in annoyance. I could actually try to lie to him this time, but I was nearly certain that I he would see through it. Should I just tell him? I couldn’t think why not anymore – apart from a wish to stay alive. But if I lied he would find a way to make me tell him – probably through some sort of torture which I wanted to avoid if at all possible. Either way I was going to have to tell him. I took a deep breath and let it out shakily.

“The night you first entered the club you bumped into me remember?”

He looked unimpressed, “I know what happened doll. But I want to know why.” He drawled, clearly bored.

“You didn’t accidentally bump into me. I sought you out.” I declared. His face remained passive but I thought I saw something flash in his eyes. ��Initially - when I first came to you - Frost shoved me out of the way and you just kept walking. Then you stopped and asked me to get the boss of the club. I didn’t.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, “Then who did you bring me doll?” he growled, and I could already notice his temper rising again with the realisation that I had disobeyed him.

“I brought you a jackass that had always caused trouble. He was always a drunk, always groped the girls – including me – was always disrespectful, and a general jerk. I figure the world wouldn’t miss him.” The Joker raised his invisible eyebrows at me in surprise at my words – clearly taken aback by this side of me. “I paid him to pretend he was the boss – told him it was a kinky role play I enjoyed.” I explained rolling my eyes at the stupidity of it. “I knew who you were - what you were - what you would do. And you came through. Shot him dead within minutes. Seconds later you claimed the club. There wasn’t much I could do.”

“Sounds like I did you a favour.” Muttered the Joker – not happy to do it for free obviously. He snapped his eyes back to mine. “So why not get the real boss doll hm?” He asked nicely with a creepy, unfriendly smile splitting his face, “Tryin’ protect a friend of yours?  A lover?!” he suddenly demanded, his face flashing to a look of pure rage as his temper flared and he bared his sliver teeth at me.

I wasn’t backing down now though – a strange confidence had taken over me. “I couldn’t bring you my boss because I don’t have one!” I retorted. “Your narrow insane mind couldn’t even consider the idea that I could be more than just a singer! Never even thought that I myself could be the one in charge!” I snapped.

One of his hands shot out and grabbed my chin pulling me up to his face and forcing me to stand on my tiptoes as he sneerd at my attitude. “Then tell me dollface,” he drawled, “why would you prime your own club to blow?”

I stared defiantly into his icy eyes, trying to hold onto my anger to power me and not give into the emotion that hovered beneath my façade. But I could already feel the tears beginning to prickle in my eyes. “That’s why I blew it up!” I exclaimed. “That place had been in my family for too many generations to count and you just strode in, shot one idiot, and then took it!” I shrieked in hysteria, my emotions getting the better of me so I could no longer stop the tears from cascading down my cheeks.

“There was nothing I could do!” I cried closing my eyes against the wall of sorrow that slammed into me. “I knew no one would stand up to you! No one I could rely on with enough resources to get rid of you! It would have been a death wish anyway!” I sobbed, opening my eyes to look at him as forced the words out, even though his steel grip on my chin was crushing my mouth and making it hard to talk.

“But as much as I loved that place I couldn’t - wouldn’t - see it run and ruined by the likes of you!” I paused, trying to breathe through my sobs and hiccups. “Better it never existed.” I sniffed, “So now it doesn’t.” I mumbled dropping my gaze so I now stared at the words JOKER written over his abs and the toothy grin.

We stood there in silence for a few moments -him still holding my chin and me weeping quietly to myself, not looking at him. I was certain – now he knew – he would end it finally. Put the bullet in my head – or would he torture me first? I didn’t really care anymore and I contemplated his options for my death as though I was deciding what to cook for dinner.

When his fingers loosened their hold I assumed he was reaching for his gun to end me and I let myself collapse against the wall and onto the floor. I stared at the ground in front of me, but, where I expected to see him stood, all I saw was the greying corridor floor.

He was gone. And I just sat there staring into nothing, sobbing for what I had lost.