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joaquin phoenix || to die for (1995)

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Fuck The Rich, Joker x Reader

Summary: You’d seen him on the Murray Franklin show and felt instantly drawn to the man, so you go to the riots in support. You didn’t plan on helping him escape, but you did and brought him to your apartment. What do you expect to happen when you’re alone with a murderous man?

Warnings: Cursing, violence, extremely rough sex, bondage, crying, slapping, gagging, spit play, bloodplay, hints of dubcon but it’s entirely consensual. 

Pairing: Joker x Reader

A/N: This is possibly the filthiest smut I’ve ever written and I’m not even ashamed. I hope you all enjoy reading it as I did writing it!

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How did you end up here, letting him in your apartment? What were you thinking? How did letting Joker take refuge from the police in your apartment seem like a good idea? 

It all happened so fast, you were at the riots and saw him standing there like a god, blood on his face, his own mixed with the splatters of Murray Franklin. You thought fast and took him with you, sneaking through the crowd as police surrounded the street. How you managed to get him here without anyone seeing was a miracle in itself.

“Now what?” You whispered, mostly to yourself. He walked into your living room, taking in the sight of it, shaking his head. It was perfect, too perfect, you prided yourself on your organization and cleanliness.

“You’re one of them, aren’t you?” He asked, turning to face you. You still stood in front of the door. 

“One of them?”

He stalked towards you like a jaguar cornering its prey. “All these pretty expensive things. Your jewelry.” When he stood in front of you he grabbed your necklace and pulled you towards him. “You’re one of them.”

Sure, you had a few expensive things and lived in a nice apartment. But one of the rich? No, you went to the riots yourself for crying out loud, you shared his ideas.

“You know what I want to do to people like you?” He breathed, looking down at you. His green eyes saw straight into your soul, breaking down every wall you’d tried to put up. “To pretty rich girls who’ve never known what fear is?”

What was he going to do to you? You were scared, as you should be, you were downright terrified. But at the same time, he was looking at you with a predatory gaze that filled you with a very familiar need.

“No.” You looked up at him and tried your best to seem unwavered, but you knew he saw right through it. 

His hand shot behind your head and grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back to bare your neck to him. You cried out and grabbed at his hand, stumbling backward, but he just leaned down to graze his teeth against your throat. “I’m going to show you.”

In one swift moment, he shoved you to your knees by your hair, unbuttoning his red suit pants. His zipper went down and his cock came out, hard, red and demanding attention. Oh god. Your mouth watered when you saw it and you looked up to his face. 

“Open your mouth.” His voice was so calm and he seemed so nonchalant about it all, as if he did this for a living. When you didn’t do as he told you he slapped your face, not too hard but enough to hurt. 

“Oh, fuck.” You gasped and your body swayed from the force of it before steadying. “Please, I,” 

He slapped you again and you cried out, opening your mouth for him as a sob shook through your form. You wanted it, you wanted it so fucking bad, so bad you wept. 

“Good girl.” He muttered and directed the tip of his cock to your lips, rubbing it against them before dipping it in your mouth. He fucked your mouth slowly at first, using his grip on your hair to bob your head on him.

He tasted like sweat. Your eyes teared up and you held on to his thighs, taking a moment to pull yourself together. After a while, you got more into it, using your tongue to please him and even hollowing out your cheeks and bobbing your head yourself.

He liked that. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, rocking his hips gently against your face while you pleased him. 

At one point he went too far in, touching the back of your throat, and you gagged. You pulled away from him to stop from vomiting and he groaned in displeasure. You looked amazing to him, your spit trickling down your chin, eyes wet with mascara running down your cheeks, which were still red from his hand.

“That’s enough.” He yanked you to your feet, your scalp screaming at this point. “Where’s your bedroom?”

“It’s, uh,” You fought to think clearly but he was impatient.

“No, I think I’ll just have you here.” He mused and let go of your hair, grabbing your face in both of his hands. He kissed you hard, tasting himself in your mouth while you tasted blood. 

Your mind raced but thought of nothing at the same time, your heart felt like it would break out of your chest and your pussy throbbed. You’d never felt like this in your life, so afraid but so needy. It felt carnal, almost animalistic, you loved every second of it.

When he finally parted from your lips he looked over you, taking in your outfit. A black skirt, button-up white shirt tucked in, your pink cardigan had been left at the door. You’d gotten too hot with his cock in your mouth so you shed it. “Your choice of attire for the riots, it’s unconventional, isn’t it?” His hand rested on your thigh, snaking up your skirt. “Seems a bit silly, doesn’t it?” He whispered and his fingers danced along the inside of your legs, not going up higher, not yet.

“I just got off work.” You defended yourself, looking down at his arm. You could see his red sleeve, but his hand was covered by your skirt. 

“Some cushy office job?” He hummed and moved his hand higher, to the edge of your hips where your panties started. He hooked his pointer finger in the waistline and tugged, pulling you closer to him. “Where you get to sit all day, not worrying about a damn thing.” It was like he hated you for being more privileged than others, something you had no control over. 

You didn’t know what to say so you kept quiet and listened, completely at his mercy and fine with it. 

He took off your panties slowly, a stark contrast to his earlier behavior, he drug them down to your knees and let them fall around your ankles, getting hung on your heels.

“Take your shoes off.” He stepped back to watch, taking his still hard cock in his hand and pumping it a few times.

You stepped out of your panties and kicked your heels off, waiting for more instruction.

He watched you stand there, stroking his cock and thinking. “You know what I’m going to do to you tonight, don’t you?” He said finally, breaking the uncomfortable silence. You nodded and he walked forward, picking up your panties, he’d need them in a moment. “If you try to stop me-”

“I won’t.” You cut him off, shaking your head. You wanted him so bad. You were so wet it was starting to drip down your inner thigh.

“Good. I didn’t want to finish that.” You imagined what he would do if you resisted, he’d probably kill you, the cops had taken his gun so he’d have to use one of your kitchen knives, maybe even choke you to death.

You were deep in thought about the ways he could kill you when he lunged forward, not liking the fact you weren’t paying attention to him anymore. He grabbed you by your neck and pushed you further into your living room until you fell back on your footstool into a sitting position. 

It was a simple thing, a soft square piece of furniture that matched your white couch. It was expensive, the whole set costing a few thousand dollars, but it came with the apartment so it wasn’t your property.

He pushed it along the floor until it came in contact with your couch so you could lay down fully without half of your body hanging off. In one quick movement, he pushed you down and climbed on top of you, knees resting on either side of your hips.

The panties were still in his hand, now ready for his intentions. He grabbed your hands and looped them around your wrists a few times, stretching them and twisting them to the point you couldn’t free yourself. You’d never be able to wear them again, which was a shame, they were one of your favorite pair.

He liked the way you looked bound, hands above your head, helpless to him and anything he wanted to do. 

“You look so pretty like this.” He grabbed your legs, lifting them from between his and spreading them with a tight grip on your thighs. Running his fingers over your cheeks, wiping away the black streaks of tears. You liked the soft feeling, even relaxing a little, and then he slapped you again, harder this time. “I know you like it rough. I can tell. The pretty quiet ones always do.” 

When he slapped you a second time you gasped, your head turning away from him and you wiggled under his form. He took advantage of your pain and shoved two fingers in your open mouth, gagging you to the point where tears trickled down your temples. He used his fingers in your mouth to turn your head so you looked up at him.

He loved it. Seeing you cry and squirm under him made his cock throb angrily, prompting him to continue his assault. He slapped you a few more times but they weren’t as satisfying since they were blunted by the side of his hand. He took his fingers from your mouth so he could hit you better.

“Please, it hurts.” You cried, pulling at your restraints. In reality, you didn’t want him to stop, not at all, you wanted him to hit and abuse you, leave bruises all over your body and make you hurt.

“That’s the point.” Finally, he stopped, but only to grab his cock and shove it inside you. 

You yelped, head falling back in surprise. If you weren’t so wet there was no way he would have entered you that smoothly. He was so fucking thick and long, he filled you and then some. He pushed in until he couldn’t anymore, then pulled out completely only to slam back into you.

“You fucking love it.” He hissed in your face, thrusting into you hard and slow, savoring each time his cock buried into you. “Say it.”

“I love it!” You cried, mouth agape as you took in each breath as a gasp. “I love it so much, it feels so good!” 

He spit into your open mouth, shocking you. No one had ever done that to you. Yet, no one had ever slapped you and tied you up with your own panties. His spit was almost completely blood, maybe ten percent of it being his own saliva. You wanted to spit it out but he closed your mouth and held his hand over your mouth, forcing you to swallow.

“That’s my good girl.” He whispered when you swallowed, taking his hand off your mouth.

You wanted to know what would happen if you made him mad. 

He slipped his fingers back in your mouth, closing his eyes and thrusting into you with that same slow yet painfully hard pace.

Perfect. 

You waited a moment and bit down on his fingers, hard. When his eyes snapped open your heart raced with excitement, your pussy clenching around him in anticipation. 

He saw that look in your eyes and realized you wanted to test him. “Oh, that’s how it’s going to be?” He huffed and pulled out of you, standing up so he could flip you onto your stomach. 

He slapped your ass harder than he’d slapped your face, not giving you time to react before he hit you again. Over and over, fast and vicious, using all of his strength.

Fuck, maybe you weren’t ready for that.

You shouted in pain but your cries were muffled into the couch cushion. He grabbed you by your hair and lifted your head from the couch so he could hear you scream before slapping you again. “I like the way you scream.” He grunted, switching to your other cheek to redden it like the former. 

It seemed he would never stop, at one point your skin went from raw to numb. When that happened he stopped, providing you with momentary relief, but then he laid back down on top of you and shoved his cock back inside you.

“You’re so much wetter than before.” He groaned in your ear, lifting your hips up slightly with one hand and grabbing a fistful of hair with the other, pulling your head back so sharply you thought he’d snap your neck. 

The position you were in was heavenly. Your elbows propped the upper half of your body up just enough, your shoulders and neck pulled back by your hair, with your back arched and his arm looped under your waist to hold your hips up.

He fucked himself into you, hard and fast now, each time his hips hit your ass it forced a gasp out of you. He didn’t hold back one bit. 

You’d already orgasmed so many times. First, when he entered you, a second time when he started slapping you, and now again with him pulling your hair while he fucked you. How he lasted this long you had no idea, it had been at least an hour.

He had no idea either, he was never one to last long. But each time he felt his orgasm coming he’d stop, fight it off and continue. 

Finally, he couldn’t hold it back anymore. He’d been edging himself for so long it became impossible to stop and once he felt it start he let it happen.

He raised you by your hair, rising with you so you both were on your knees in the couch, your back pressed against his chest and when he let go of your hair your head laid back on his shoulder. He maneuvered just the right way so he could sit down with his feet planted on the floor, turning you in his lap. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you raised your arms, still bound at the wrists, and looped it around his head to rest your forearms on his shoulders. 

He came, fast and hard, letting out filthy moans as he emptied himself up into you. His body shuddered and twitched, riding out the best orgasm of his life, the best of it lasting five seconds but the entire thing spanning ten. 

There was so much of him. When he picked you up off of him and set you down on your footstool it poured out of you, two separate streams oozing down your inner thighs all the way to your ankles. And there was still so much inside.

You’d orgasmed four times that night. Your clit was sensitive to the touch and your insides throbbed blissfully. 

After his heart rate slowed down a bit and he got some of his strength back he turned to you, unwrapping your panties from your wrist and freeing your hands. He tossed them on the ground and sighed, slicking his hair back which was soaked with sweat.

“Where’s your shower?” He breathed as streams of sweat ran down his neck to soak into his suit, cloudy with his face paint. 

“Down the hall. Last door on the right.” You swallowed and turned onto your side, nuzzling your cheek into the cool fabric of an untouched area of your couch. “Are you going to leave?”

He stood up and took off his suit jacket, enjoying the breeze he got from being free of a layer. “No, not tonight, and not any time soon. I don’t think it would be wise. They’re looking for me.”

You nodded, watching him walk down the hall to your bathroom. “Okay.” 

You didn’t care how long he stayed, as long as he fucked you just like that many more times. 

Outside the riots were still going strong, you could barely hear them, shouts and chants, one of them being ‘fuck the rich’. 

You smiled.

Joaquin Phoenix nominated for BEST ACTOR at the Hollywood Critics Association Awards JOKER nominated for BEST PICTURE

I still giggle like a fool every time I watch this

Whatever is happening here, I need the details, answers, please! 😳

Even throwing a bloody card he looks sexy af uwu

Three times a night? Yes please

Oooo Arthur/joker alphabet please!

a/n: ask and you shall receive :)

warnings: smut, obviously, and adult themes/content. Also it’s a lot of work to do both so I’ll be doing joker :) and let’s hope my irl friends who follow me on here don’t see this akznanzba

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Daryl Dixion x f!Reader Nsfw: Fingers in your Mouth

Warnings/Mentions: Oral, Daryl gets you off with his boot, gagging, throat fucking, he forces your mouth open

Summary: Your attitude and snarky remarks earns you a red face and watery eyes after Daryl accepts your challenge.

Notes: I love rough Daryl I love rough Daryl

Your attitude was going to get you killed, or worse. Or better. 

Yeah, this was a lot better. 

You weren't really a ‘brat’ per se, but there were times when people were acting so dramatic and over the top that it drove you to catching an attitude. 

Like back at the farm where Shane, Lori and Rick were having their melodramatic soap opera. You called them out on it, and got a lot of shitty looks. 

Or when Daryl would get overly grumpy and start pulling away from everyone. You called him out on that too. What you didn't know was that he was looking for a reason to go off, and you calling him a cliche lone wolf that needed to get laid was the perfect reason. 

“Need to get laid, huh? S'that what you think?” He laughed in your face, throwing his hands up for emphasis. 

You mocked him, tossing your arm like you were throwing a basketball in a hoop. “Nah, I know it. I know your type. Sleezy redneck who'd fuck any bitch that would give him the honor. Shit ain't so easy out here, and that's why you're treating me like a goddamn mosquito buzzin’ all up in your face.”

He watched you, his eyes following your hands as if he expected you to pull out a gun and start waving it around. He hung his crossbow over his shoulder and folded his arms as you spoke, nodding like he was actually paying attention.

“Ya' done?”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Go get your dick sucked. Better yet, go fuck that redhead that lives across the street.” You referred to the Alexandrian resident, the one who had been drooling over Rick, Daryl, and Abraham the day you all arrived. 

“I got a better idea.” 

He snickered at that, and started unbuckling his belt.

You narrowed your eyes and tilted your head, your hands immediately going to rest on your hips. “What? Gonna go on a week-long hunting trip and come back even more of an asshole? Speak to the trees?”

Your eyes widened. 

“Woah, dude.” The laugh that came from your mouth was dry and anxious. You held your hands in front of you, palms out in surrender. “Wasn't serious.”

“Nah, I think you were.” He slipped the leather through the buckle, and began walking towards you. “Melissa's at home. Don't feel like walkin’ all that much for a shitty blow job from that dumb bitch.”

“So you'll walk three feet for a shitty blow job from a not dumb bitch?” You swallowed hard, glancing over your shoulder at the outer walls behind you.

Maybe you shouldn't have followed Daryl out of Alexandria to bitch at him for leaving the shower a muddy mess. 

Now he was in front of you, working on the button of his jeans. 

You didn't want to seem like some desperate whore, but fuck, it had been a real long time for you too. Last time you saw a dick was when you caught Merle pissing on the side of the prison while you were on watchtower duty. That was... what, seven months ago? You had no fucking idea. 

“C'mon then. Make me feel better.” His voice was low then, the same tone he'd use when challenging someone. Daring someone. 

You shifted your feet, watching as he didn't go any further than unzipping his jeans. 

Oh.

Your heart sped up when you came to the realization that he was fucking with you, he didn't actually expect you to suck his dick. He was trying to make you uncomfortable, get you off his back so he could go back to brooding in the woods. 

Your lips spread into a smile, and you took one last glance over your shoulder before bending your knees and kneeling in front of him. 

You grabbed onto the hem of his boxers and pulled them down, watching as his dick, semi hard, rolled out. 

Above you he grunted, obviously taken aback by your actions. He was stiff, almost paralyzed in shock as you grabbed onto his dick and gave him a few long strokes. 

You looked up at him, a shit eating grin on your lips. “Look at that.” His dick was already hard as a rock. All it took was a few lazy strokes. “Didn't think you'd be so easy.”

You wiped the grin from his face the second you got your tongue on him. He choked on his own breath, grabbing your hair as he fought to keep standing. 

Finally he reacted, his eyebrows raising and a grin of disbelief on his face. You knew what he was thinking. ‘Says you’. Says the one about to suck his dick five seconds after he jokingly told you to. 

When you started taking his dick in your mouth, he lost the fight. He pulled away and walked a few steps backwards until he bumped into a tree, and only then did he finally slump towards the ground. 

He raised a shaky hand and beckoned you forward with a curled finger. 

Your heart leapt up into your throat and you had to force yourself to walk forward calmly, and not trip over the numerous branches and twigs littering the forest floor. 

It was hard to act calm seeing Daryl slumped against the base of a tree with his cock out. And he had this look on his face, rather, his eyes. Slightly narrowed with his head tilted back, watching you through his lashes as you approached him. 

They were the sexiest bedroom eyes you'd seen in your entire life. 

You crouched in front of him between his spread knees and reached out to grab his cock again. All the confidence you had a few moments earlier was completely gone, drained from your body the second he looked at you with that darkened expression. 

His knee jerked ever so slightly when you hunched over to take him in your mouth. It was cute, the way he was so responsive to you. If you weren't so turned on (and intimidated) you'd find it endearing. 

You did your best to make him squirm and moan, sucking the tip of his dick with as much pressure as you could manage, swirling your tongue around the head, using your other hand to massage his balls, and it worked.

Confidence was slowly building back up inside you the more you heard him sigh and gasp. That was until you saw his right leg slide up, and felt the tip of his boot between your thighs. 

You gasped through your nose, your jaw quivering around him. 

“Easy, hmm?” He breathed, a hand reaching down to push your hair from his face. The boot thing was unintentional, just an accident. But now that he'd seen you react to it, it was his top priority before cumming down your throat. 

Making you squirm and moan.

You tried to clench your thighs shut, maybe slide down onto your stomach, but that was foolish. A stupid idea. He was wearing steel toed boots and he simply nudged your knees apart, the tip once again sliding against your jean covered cunt. 

The moan that vibrated around his length was filthy, you couldn't help it. You also couldn't help pushing your hips down, and the second moan that came after the feeling of pressure against your clit. 

Suddenly, his boot applied a little too much pressure. You gasped through your nose again, and without even meaning to, grazed your teeth along the head of his dick. 

He cursed, his body jerking up and his hands balling up fistfuls of your hair. 

You popped your mouth off of him, shooting him a glare. “I didn't mean to. You were being too rough.”

“Don't, don't fuckin’ do that.” He hissed, using the grip he had on your hair to give you a rough yank. His version of punishment. 

His eyebrows raised, and his thumb gathered the bit of drool you had on your bottom lip. “You never stop bitchin’, even with a dick in your mouth.”

You scoffed, and did something you shouldn't have. 

You lowered your head back down, and grazed your teeth along his shaft, pulling your lips back in a playful sneer.

He didn't like that, and he sat up straighter. 

His thumb went from your bottom lip to your mouth, shoving all the way back to your molars. He shifted it sideways and slanted, forcing your mouth to stay open, and slipped his dick back in your mouth. 

With his other hand he tightened his grip on your hair and began moving your entire head up and down his length.

You wanted to pull off of him, call him a fucking asshole and tell him to jerk himself off, but his boot was rubbing against you again and much more gently than before. 

The grip he had on your hair wasn't something you could get out of, even if you really wanted to. 

He was considerate at first, moving your head slow and not too low. Just enough to tease the back of your tongue. You'd gotten used to it, finding ways to make it more comfortable, even with his fingers prying your mouth open. 

Just as you'd worked up a routine, he snatched it away from you with a thrust of his pelvis. His tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged, your hands flying up to grab onto his hips to steady yourself. 

He allowed you a moment to breathe, and accept your fate, make any adjustments you might need to before he carried on.

“Like the sound of that.” He grunted, thrusting up and down your throat again. Spit dribbled out the sides of your mouth, bubbles bursting and tears forming in your eyes. “Lot better than your goddamn yappin'.”

You gagged again, feeling his dick slip dangerously deep down your throat. You inhaled deeply through your nose, trying to steady yourself, but his thrusts were relentless. 

“Wha’? Got nothin' to say? Not gonna bite me again? Go on, make my day.”

You weren't sure where this persona came from. It was extremely uncharacteristic of him, but truthfully, you didn't really know Daryl. And no one knew what he was like in bed. No one besides you, now. 

Maybe he was just on edge with all the drama happening in Alexandria. All the deaths and constant fighting. Maybe you were right and he did need his dick sucked, and maybe he already knew that. 

As if he thought you'd actually try to bite him again, he crammed in his index finger, sliding it beside his thumb to force your mouth open even wider. Your jaw ached, and so did your tongue, but there wasn't much you could do. You made your bed. 

The gagging got worse and more frequent the longer it went on. His grip on your hair was brutal, holding your head up in the air, hovering over his pelvis so he could fuck up into your mouth like it was his own fist, and not an actual human. The thought had your stomach flipping, and a muffled moan vibrated around his dick again. 

He groaned long and deep at the feeling. His boot snapped back to life, rubbing up and down against your jeans until your hips took over, grinding down on him to the point he didn't have to move it anymore. 

You were embarrassingly close already. It was mostly due to the fact that you were getting off on Daryl's fucking shoe, but also due to how rough and filthy he was being. 

You'd always thought he'd be the shy stoic kind of man when it came to sex, the same way he was normally. Not whatever sinful monster he was now. 

When you came, you gripped the belt loops of his pants and held on for dear life. Your orgasm was brutal, bulldozing out of your core and sending shockwaves up your torso, buzzing down to your sore clit. You groaned around his dick, grinding your hips down like an animal in heat, not even noticing the way Daryl had stopped moving completely. 

You took a moment to gasp, nearly choking on your spot, and once your shivers stopped, Daryl pulled your head back down, cramming his entire dick down your throat. 

You gagged around him, your throat spasming and clenching when you felt his cum dribble down it. You were both thankful you'd missed lunch, because that exact moment would've had the contents of your stomach on display all over his pants. 

The noises that came from his mouth made up for it. Good lord, they were beautiful. Breathy moans on the way up, and then a drawn out whine that caught in his throat, and he had to swallow hard, panting heavily before letting out that last trembling whimper. 

He drug his fingers out from between your teeth, leaving a thick drizzle of spit slapping against your chin and falling onto the crotch of his jeans. You practically yanked your head away from him, gasping for air and whimpering at the exhaustion shaking through your body. You were fucking shivering from the constant gagging, your abdomen having spasms of their own from fighting the urge to vomit bile. 

You'd never forget the sound of that. 

He looked almost guilty, looking at your poor face. Wet swollen lips, tears running down your red cheeks, your hair a complete mess and your mouth turned into an unintentional frown. 

“Shit.” He breathed, stuffing his dick back in his pants before taking a handkerchief from the pocket of his shirt to wipe your tears, and then the drool. “M'sorry, christ.”

“No, s’okay.” You slurred, your lips twitching into a lazy and satisfied grin. “Was hot. Really hot.”

“Yeah?” He raised his brows, his eyes narrowed in cautious hesitance. 

“Yeah.” You nodded, turning your head to the side as he wiped your jawline. 

He was silent as he took care of you, fixing your hair and offering you water. You could tell he still felt bad, which tugged at your heart. He'd done a complete one eighty after coming, it was sort of sweet. 

Your suggestion worked, that was for sure. 

You glanced down the end of the hall before looking at her, fighting away a smirk. You raised your hand, made a circle with your fingers and moved it towards your mouth in the unmistakable ‘blowjob’ movement. 

He didn't sulk so much the next few days. He actually had dinner with you and the others, which wasn't unusual, but the way he contributed to small talk was. He stayed in Alexandria for a week straight, not even going out to hunt. He was satisfied sticking around and helping out within the walls. 

“What'd you do?” Maggie whispered, her hand still on your wrist from pulling you aside after seeing Daryl laugh. Like, a genuine Daryl laugh. 

Her eyes widened and a laugh burst from her lips. Then her smile faded. “You're serious?”

“Yes.”

The two of you erupted into giggles, and she punched your shoulder playfully. You had to pretend that it didn't hurt. Heavy handed farmer's daughter. 

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(lays back all sexy for u on the bed) (bangs my fuckign head on the headboard)

        i believe that whatever doesn’t kill you simply makes you stranger.                          nothing can hurt me anymore - my life is nothing but a comedy!                                                   [ what if the two Jokers co-existed - part 2 ]